#Harshness 3

Although the images are recognisably from the same prompt, each story takes note of small differences, using those as the inspiration for a different story. An experiment that takes note of the fact that it takes lots of effort to get to a good place with an AI image gen, but then very little effort to produce variants. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes; 1200 words

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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; 3700 words

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Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 54 minutes; 11500 words

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Around this time of year, The Castle holds its annual garden party. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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Oh dear, silly girl. You have ruined the rug, and wasted my rather expensive and very hard to get nail varnish. Now, you have to decide something. Do you want me to punish you, in which case I will take all responsibility, or do you want me to call Mme. Creux and tell her of your several failings? [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3800 words

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All is distant; it is happening, but to some frozen thing, some failed person, some pathetic tragedy, and she cannot but recognise the truth of Anne-Marie's words, that there is in her body a deep welcome for the warmth her violators are providing as they defile her. None of it matters, in any case, for she is powerless, meaningless, trussed. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 13 minutes; 2600 words

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She was not happy, she was not sad; those concepts had no purchase. She had no choices; everything that happened to her was ordained. She could not move unless controlled to do so. All she could do was breathe; nothing she thought or did made the slightest difference to what happened to her, save for her offering herself into the cruelties which were the only remission from the tank. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 14 minutes; 3000 words

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“Knowing she was cunt, telling herself she was cunt, unable to escape from the certainty that she was cunt, feeling like cunt— all that, but without there being anyone who even cared if she was cunt, was to feel unutterably lost, confused, permanently dismayed.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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“The way he did it,— he had told her it would be this way; it wasn't a trick— the way he did it was that he would withold sex, until she thought of something which would degrade her further. If she did it prettily enough, if he could see that it got her hot, then— ususally, at least; she could never be sure of him— he would go crazy with her; which was what she had come to need.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 7 minutes; 1400 words

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It was terribly hard, but she did not lose control; kept her head up, her eyes down, looking at his shoes the whole time, with a strong and powerfully affecting feeling that he was staring at her opened sex, sure that she was ugly down there, her labia so puffy from the multiple abuses of the day, the vulnerability of her position eating into her, the horror of all this being her reality, now, forever; the astonishing neediness in her for it all to be true, the sucking vortex of neediness in her; trembling, shaking with it all. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 16 minutes; 3300 words

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