#Scenario Suborned

This had never happened before, and it was devastating. Beyond anything. She didn’t know how she would stay sane. Inside her mind, a voice—the voice of reason, of normality— was screaming at her to end this— now! To get away, to resist, to tell them they were fucking mad to expect anything more of her, that she was not just some helpless slut… Except, of course, that she was… [Read More]

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It comes down to this. This is the central fact of her existence now. Not the actual beating, so much as the fact that they both know that he can beat her. That he will beat her, whenever he feels like it. That whenever he wishes, despite her desperation not to be whipped, she will strip naked for him and present herself in whatever horribly vulnerable position he asks … and let him hurt her. [Read More]

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After a languorous afternoon spent on the terrace of a very pretty country hotel he’d taken her to, Sophia had asked him, over dinner, what she might be able to do for him. 'You do everything! Pay for everything, think of everything, plan everything, say all the funny things, read all the interesting books, choose what things we go to. And .. And I’m grateful. I .. I’m .. happy with it that way, but .. but.. I don’t know - there .. there must be something I can do for you!” [Read More]

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'Well … it … it seems to have a theme about love and submission … um … obviously… I mean, she is in love, and that’s what … what gets her into … into that place …' 'Roissy, you mean—or the dungeon?' 'Um … um … all of it, I suppose… And … and then she is sort of ‘given’ to the older man, and somehow, despite the horrible way he behaves, what he does to her—she decides she’s in love with him—and lets him do much worse. And then, at the end, it seems as if she might die if he doesn’t want her.' [Read More]

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'… did you hate it so much? He was laughing at me, and in the end I had to laugh too, even though I had, truly, hated it; I was blushing hard at the same time; caught by the usual trap Jason had me in—simultaneously ashamed of how I was with him, and excited by it. 'Yes—yes, I did hate it! You were so busy talking to all sorts of people I don't know, and … and your uncle—or whoever he is—kept talking to me, and smiling at me, only he wasn't really talking to me—he was just … just … looking at me!' Looking at you? Oh! You mean looking at your tits, looking at your legs—as if he was thinking about fucking you?' [Read More]

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Trouble was, she liked being fucked. Liked being fucked hard, by men who didn't try to be nice. Nice men were sweet, but they couldn't fuck her right—not unless she could make them angry—sometimes this worked. She had found out early about herself—knew then that she was going to be a slut. [Read More]

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He wasn't even a proper boyfriend. I mean, I saw him fairly often, had sex with him, occasionally went to places with him -- but there was no real relationship, no depth to it, no thought in my mind that it could ever go anywhere. Which just makes what happened even stranger. Not that it matters now, of course. Nothing matters any more. But it intrigues me, going over it, how one step led to another, how improbable and -- well wrong, it all was. Is. And yet when I think about each decision point, each place where I could have changed the way things went -- changed them for the better, for the saner, for the healthier -- I cannot imagine myself, at that moment, making any other choice than the one that I did make. [Read More]

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The experience of walking in public, feeling semi-naked, with the unaccustomed weight of the bracelet/cuffs at my wrists, the cool air between my thighs and on my naked sex, my unfettered, uplifted breasts moving heavily in the thin blouse, the echoes of everything that has been said that afternoon ringing in my brain—this is all but overwhelming. I am soon trembling, walking along, conscious of the command to be always sexually inviting; terribly, terribly nervous, embarrassed, but at the same time pathetically desperate not to let him down, not to fail. The higher-than normal heels add to the feeling of vulnerability—I am convinced that everyone who sees me knows me for what I really am—a slut, a degenerate, a whore. [Read More]

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This chapter is deprecated. It goes too far, too fast. It is here only as a record of failure. It will be deleted once a rewrite is complete. [Read More]

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Waking the next morning, unaccustomed dull fires reminding her of outrage, of cruel abuse of her most intimate places, she knows that something has changed inside her, that she has lost something. It's hearbreaking. The heartbreak is not, though, for lost innocence, for the bright promise of her relationship with him now violently shifted into a new, unknown territory. The heartbreak is is driven by the new knowledge of what is inside her. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes

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