#Slavegirl

“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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It took forever; time stood still; she wailed, broken, lost, ruined, the whole time, not even in direct response to what was being done to her; that violence, that pain, that shame was only the surface of what he was doing to her, which was taking everything, degrading everything, removing everything from her; utterly devastating. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 6 minutes; 1300 words

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She was over. She was sure of it, certain of it until, the day after that first meeting with Francesca, when she had realised that— far from being over— she had been in a cocoon. That the days after Mark had left her, when she had felt so detached, she had been changing. Changing inside— like a caterpillar which had disappeared, gone into a shell, collapsed into mush, and been reborn as something else. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 11 minutes; 2300 words

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It would be hard; she would be degraded and abused, frightened and shamed, but it would be a life of strong colour and vivid contrasts, and she would never have to worry about what to do next. It would not be her responsibility. It was appalling how eager she was for it all. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words

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“Something else presented itself to her on the way home that day, sitting in the train, lost in her mind, eyes half closed, strangely happy in the sadness of defeat, almost luxuriating in it. The nagging, impossible question which he had posed her that evening had been answered— in part at least.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4000 words

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“The idea of night and day had gone; there was just time; episodes of time, during which she would either distract herself or think about being a sex slave, owned by cruel strangers. Would she? Could she? Why was she going along with all this? In the end, the reality was that she kept on getting herself ready, and did nothing about avoiding the bizarre fate which Duncan had so casually proposed for her.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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“She blinks, hard, forces a long, slow in-breath, out-breath, in-breath, knowing that he is watching, that he can see just how hard his words hit, how much effort it is taking her to stay with him, feeling her breasts swell with the deep breath, knowing he can see that. It's shaming; she has let him see how weak she is, how needy, too— to have accepted such words and not stormed out.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 17 minutes; 3600 words

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“It was impossible to think straight. She was about to whore herself for a job. She was about to strip naked for an old man, be 'tested' on her non-existent oral sex skills. She was about to get a job she had been dreaming about and working for for months, one which might rescue her from despair. She was about to become a confirmed slut, lose all her self-respect. She was about to cheat on her husband. She was about to betray all her feminist principles.” [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2600 words

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