The unacceptable reality, the truth which she cannot hide from herself, but also cannot endure, is that it was her who had asked the questions. Her who had driven it— at least at the start. That as soon as she had stopped responding, they had suggested a change of subject. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 9 minutes

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It was awful, awful, to find herself so frightened, so pathetically subservient to Nadia, to experience such stress over such small disapproval, to have been so completely and effortlessly subordinated; but there was nothing else in Odile's body but a desperate, humiliating desire to please. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 9 minutes

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Odile let out an involuntary squeal, which rapidly turned into a soft, strangled wail— violently suppressed, as she desperately did not want Lauren to hear anything at all of this— as, without the slightest warning or explanation, some cool, hard, angular object was firmly pushed against the folds of her inner labia. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 8 minutes

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Odile wanted to run away; either that, or go to her knees and tell everything. But neither were possible, and so, her voice hesitant and husky, she tried to explain; 'It … its my … it's this … this man. He … He has … requirements.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes

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Like a small miracle, she was rewarded for this abject surrender to her depair with a realisation. It wasn't Andrew who had made her into this shameful thing, this weak, dirty whore; she had been like this all along, underneath; it was not possible that Andrew should have degraded her in such a short time if she was not already what He had seen in her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes

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It seemed ridiculous that this could be happening, and at the same time inevitable, irresistible, as she let Suzie direct her, as if in a dream. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 7 minutes

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I had said that simple 'Yes', less than 24 hours ago, knowing that I had agreed to an outrage, and saying yes anyway. Was I more alive, now, because of having made that choice— done something that took me away from the deathly routine of the only kind of a job that a girl with multiple drug felonies was ever likely to get? Or, much more disturbing, was it the wildness of the outrages that had woken me up? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes

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I had, very strongly, the feeling of a door opening for me, a door that would only open once, and not for long, and that I had a chance at passing through, if I did the right thing. I was naive, but I wasn't stupid, and it was really obvious that what lay through the door was not anything normal, like a promotion, or a bonus, but that it was certainly something to do with my availability as a willing sex object; but somehow that didn't put me off. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 28 minutes

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I began to position myself where he would certainly see me if he arrived via the lobby. Suddenly I wished that the dress was shorter - after having felt it was too short all afternoon. What was the point having made an effort if it didn’t get me the prize? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 10 minutes

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It is all so strange, and— yes— dreamlike, at the same as I know that, through this dream, I am sleepwalking, entirely of my own volition, into what any sane person would consider to be a nightmare. A living nightmare. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes

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