Nonconsensual

*Erica's Revenge*

“But, baby, we still have so much more to get caught up on.” Amanda gave an exaggerated pout at the sight of the thick gag, and then closed her lips tightly.

“Open up.” Erica demanded, moving in close to press the ball against Amanda’s lips, but the smaller girl resisted, shaking her head as she squirmed in the cuffs that held her.

*Erica's Afternoon*

*The next morning...*

Erica groaned into the thick rubber ball that filled her mouth as she stumbled across the room, the short chain between the tight metal cuffs on her ankles forcing her to take halting steps. The grip of her unseen captor was tight on her bare upper arm. The rough black bag that covered her head was still damp from the many tears she had cried during the long drive spent locked in the trunk of her own car. Her wrists hurt where the ungiving handcuffs bit into them behind her back, chafed from her earlier, desperate struggles to escape.

Lisa comes out of the bedroom, wearing her blue teddy with a terrycloth
robe over it. It is belted tight around her waist, as she passes, where her
husband, Peter is sitting at the table with one other guy. She doesn't
know him; but he is one really big dude. Tall and wide, he watches her as she
walks to the bathroom.

The poker game is over for the night, it seems. Looking at the pile
of chips in front of the newcomer and the look on her husband's face, things
didn't go well for him tonight or should she say this morning. It is

The Northern Bay still clogged with thick floes of ice. The late and
extremely cold winter taking it toll on the merchant fleet already as some
ships have failed to negotiate the pressure of the ice on the hulls of the
wooden ships.

The winter also taking it toll of the passes over the mountains to the
East. The usual routes causing delays to all movement, all except one
possibility. A pass to the grassy plains of the herders is the easiest way
for a caravan to go; if you don't consider the hostility of the people. It

I'm in my final year at university7, where I'm studying archaeology. My life lately is filled with studies and lectures and research. Often, when I'm bored, I think back to the most shocking and memorable event of my life, which was my trip to Egypt to work on an archaeological dig two years ago.

Dan was in for a lousy weekend.  He sat in the living room on the second
story of a house his friends and he rented half of.  On the lower floor
was a fairly large hispanic family that rarely, if ever, spoke with them. 
The house had been modified... the single door connecting the lower floor
to the staircase to the upper floor had been sealed, making each floor a
seperate apartment.  The only real connection remaining between the two
floors was the common basement, to which both floors had access.

I have to say up front that I did not marry for money. Although it is nice that my husband is wealthy, it was this amazingly kind, loving and energetic man and his shy 16 year-old daughter that was the true attraction. They both have captured my heart and I would do anything for them. Which is how I got into my humiliating predicament.

An adventure in lesbian high-fantasy - any resemblance to the real world is
purely coincidental, and would be cool and by cool I mean totally sweet.