#Suborned

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; 1400 words

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It was one thing thinking about being used as I had been last night; to accept, in the abstract, in the peace of the morning, looking into the mirror, that this was going to be part of my life; it was quite another to have this stranger tell me, so brutally, make it so clear, that these people were not going to do any pretending about what was really going on, what they wanted me for. I was going to be a whore for them, with no sugar coating at all. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 9 minutes; 2000 words

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He held her, then, curled on his lap, and said to her; 'Cry. Cry now. I want to hear your pain and shame, your fear and despair.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 20 minutes; 4200 words

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The knowledge burned in her that she was naked for Him; that He had asked it of her, without insisting or ordering, that she had stripped for Him, that He was now looking at her body, very directly, very openly; something — she realised with soft amazement— that she had never had a man do before. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 21 minutes; 4400 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: 9 minutes; 1900 words

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