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Ten--Maerlyn
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Lord Ulric and his men arrive the next day, mid-morning. I am still too ill to eat. Leowyn meets them at the gate, speaks with Lord Ulric. I do not hear what they say. Lord Ulric becomes upset but Leowyn is calm, firm. Baldric and his men begin to set up their camp near our cottage; Lord......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-08-28 21:08:35 |
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Nine--Visitors
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The sun rises, brightens and still we are abed. Leowyn is touching me again and I return his touch, give one of my own. I feel his sex stiffen against my thigh. There is urgency this time, and intensity. Leowyn pushes me into the bed, looms over me, fills me. I shift and arch beneath him. He,......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-05-26 20:05:56 |
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Eight--Consummation
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Darkness enters, and cold. He stokes the fire, motions to the bed. I remove my leggings, get in, watch as he sheds his breeches, his leggings, move to let him in. I feel tiny next to his bulk, overwhelmed by the susurration of his skin on mine. He senses my uneasiness, stills, holds me......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-05-02 23:48:19 |
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Seven--Exposed (revised--again)
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He has penned a several goats, a cow, chickens. They are thin, dirty, bear evidence of their neglect, but seem content to be cared for again. He is here, and mending the barn roof so does not see me. He works as if the farm is his, conscientious and thorough, methodical and deliberate. I......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-04-19 02:08:59 |
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Six--Bitter Return
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We are several miles out of town when he leads us from the road into a small grove of trees. He helps me sit, unties me.
“Water. Now.” He gives me from the skin and I drink my mouth wet again. He kneels beside me, rubbing my wrists gently, where the rope has left its marks.......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-04-09 21:27:30 |
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Five--The Ferry
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He shifts, stands, walks up the bank. I am lust and heat and shame. But I do not look away. I watch him dress, pulling on his hose, his leggings, hints and glimpses of anatomy only heard of but never seen. The determination to be his grows in me.
He pulls on his shirt, doublet,......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-02-19 21:51:06 |
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Four--Tesborough
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He works swiftly, asks me to dress quickly and leaves. The cook is there, helps me dress. She is kind and helpful, though I am a slave. She walks me to the door. Leowyn is busy with the tack. I go to him; he lifts me into the saddle again. There is some pain, nothing like before. He......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-02-19 21:42:53 |
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Three--Sir Ulric's Wrath
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He pulls me toward the bed. I cling to my blanket, praying, crying that this is still my dream, though I know it is not. I look over Tobias’ shoulder, see them gutting the dragon. In a sudden burst of anger I throw myself past Tobias, unafraid momentarily for myself. He easily gathers......Read More
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Posted on: 2009-02-19 21:33:11 |
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Two--Caring for Tsvora
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“There is water, and buckets to clean up with back there.” He stands a moment longer then shakes himself, turns to go. His footsteps echo in the stillness. The heavy door closes more quietly than expected, so quietly I can hear the key turn and the tumblers of the lock fall into......Read More
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One--the beginning
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It is good to be plain—plain and unnoticed. Others have been noticed and have paid. Some even have caught the notice of Sir Ulric and his warty son Tobias. They think they enjoy the notice, but they are slaves still. And now filthy.
I, too, am filthy, but it is an honest filth.......Read More
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