Thread 1: Part 15
Laysan
Gathering of the Benedetta Carlini
(here) - recently
For Paty's birthday the BC was throwing a big party for her in the Benedetta Carlini room. Gardner came over to get me ready to go to the party.
"As always, Gardner, you are so beautiful. Oh, Cool!" I exclaimed as she arrived. "Is this my gift to Paty? Two boxes?"
"This one is your gift. You're going to love how it turned out. Uh-uh! No touch!" Gardner playfully smacked at my hand. "This other box contains my gift to her."
"Neat! What is it?" I asked.
"Something for you to wear tonight," Gardner smiled.
Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novel. Show all posts
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Laysan: Rules pt. 2
Thread 1: part 14
Laysan
Rules pt. 2
(here) - recently
Ever since our mountain trip, Paty had set up a constant stream of people to come and visit me in her mansion. Someone came almost every day and I would help them by doing whatever menial tasks in their field of study that I could. Paty was still working long hours, but I was happy to have the companionship of the various women of the BC.
I wore my forever collar, bracers, and chains almost constantly. I even slept and bathed in them. Other than that I continued to wear nothing else most of the time. So, even though the women of the BC never commanded me to do anything in particular or treated me as a servant or slave, still there was a sense, at least in my own head, that if they had asked me to serve them, I would out of deference to our positions. And, quite frankly, I reveled in the idea of being a slave. Particularly, Paty's slave.
Laysan
Rules pt. 2
(here) - recently
Ever since our mountain trip, Paty had set up a constant stream of people to come and visit me in her mansion. Someone came almost every day and I would help them by doing whatever menial tasks in their field of study that I could. Paty was still working long hours, but I was happy to have the companionship of the various women of the BC.
I wore my forever collar, bracers, and chains almost constantly. I even slept and bathed in them. Other than that I continued to wear nothing else most of the time. So, even though the women of the BC never commanded me to do anything in particular or treated me as a servant or slave, still there was a sense, at least in my own head, that if they had asked me to serve them, I would out of deference to our positions. And, quite frankly, I reveled in the idea of being a slave. Particularly, Paty's slave.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Laysan: Rules pt. 1
Thread 1, Part 13:
Laysan
Rules pt. 1
(here) - recently
A week and a half later, I was sitting in the utility room leading to the garage waiting for Paty to finish running around the mansion preparing for our long weekend in the mountains. The past few days had been nice with my re-found freedoms. I wasted the time in the most wonderful ways. For example, I'd had several long baths. One day I lazed around on the couch eating popcorn until I became ill. I cranked the stereo and pranced around the halls naked singing at the top of my lungs. I even spent a messy afternoon trying to cook my favorite Asian dish with decidedly mixed results.
Each morning, I woke up later and later. Since I am no longer in need of handlers, Petrel installed a new app on my tablet computer that allows me to lower my cage from above the lights on my own as long as I am in a prescribed time window. Whenever I raise or lower my cage, a message is sent out to a number of people.
Each day, it seems, I found myself lounging around in my cage longer and longer before climbing out. I even started to climb in a raise myself back up before Paty came home in the evening to read and rest. It just felt more comfortable, I guess. Safe.
Laysan
Rules pt. 1
(here) - recently
A week and a half later, I was sitting in the utility room leading to the garage waiting for Paty to finish running around the mansion preparing for our long weekend in the mountains. The past few days had been nice with my re-found freedoms. I wasted the time in the most wonderful ways. For example, I'd had several long baths. One day I lazed around on the couch eating popcorn until I became ill. I cranked the stereo and pranced around the halls naked singing at the top of my lungs. I even spent a messy afternoon trying to cook my favorite Asian dish with decidedly mixed results.
Each morning, I woke up later and later. Since I am no longer in need of handlers, Petrel installed a new app on my tablet computer that allows me to lower my cage from above the lights on my own as long as I am in a prescribed time window. Whenever I raise or lower my cage, a message is sent out to a number of people.
Each day, it seems, I found myself lounging around in my cage longer and longer before climbing out. I even started to climb in a raise myself back up before Paty came home in the evening to read and rest. It just felt more comfortable, I guess. Safe.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Laysan: Surveil
Thread 1, Part 12:
Laysan
Surveil
(here) - recently
I felt the most awesome sense of contentment when I awoke. Some deliciously heavy blanket was laying on top of me. It felt like something that would get draped across you when you are getting x-rays in the hospital, but softer and more flexible. I was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to open my eyes. I scrunched up into a ball, flexing the sleep from my muscles, then I began to stretch my arms up and point my toes.
A tremendous yawn erupted from within me, but it was arrested suddenly when I realized how awesome a yawn it was. I had not been able to really yawn for a month. Sure. I yawned, but they were always sad stunted yawns with air whistling through the air spaces in my gag. They were hardly satisfying.
My gag was gone!
Laysan
Surveil
(here) - recently
I felt the most awesome sense of contentment when I awoke. Some deliciously heavy blanket was laying on top of me. It felt like something that would get draped across you when you are getting x-rays in the hospital, but softer and more flexible. I was so warm and relaxed. I didn't want to open my eyes. I scrunched up into a ball, flexing the sleep from my muscles, then I began to stretch my arms up and point my toes.
A tremendous yawn erupted from within me, but it was arrested suddenly when I realized how awesome a yawn it was. I had not been able to really yawn for a month. Sure. I yawned, but they were always sad stunted yawns with air whistling through the air spaces in my gag. They were hardly satisfying.
My gag was gone!
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Thread 3: Burden of the Damned, Chapter 1
Thread 3, Part3
Laurel
Burden of the Damned
(there) - thousands of years ago
Chapter 1
On a distant, remote mountainside…
The sun was shining again, but it only appeared from behind the clouds long enough to tease Laurel with its warmth before sliding below the horizon. Laurel crouched shivering, soaking wet. A storm had formed and burst from overhead, at first with large freezing drops of water. The storm began to ravage the mountainside, and for a while, it continued to grow and the rain became mixed with small chunks of hail. Laurel scrambled as close to trunk of a small tree as her chain allowed, but it provided little shelter from the stinging pellets of ice.
Eventually the torrent of water eased to a steady slow rain. Laurel opened her mouth and let the drops fill her mouth, quenching her growing thirst. She thought perhaps she should avoid drinking so as to more quickly slip into Clairambulance. They said that once one achieves the state of Clairambulance the craving for physical necessities drastically numbs. But, Laurel cursed her lack of willpower and eventually drank as much rainwater as she could.
As the darkness drew in, the breeze began to chill Laurel, her clothes soaked through and through. Her spasms of shivers set her chains jingling occasionally. “That was unpleasant,” she thought to herself, though she knew that it was only a shadow of the weather extremes that she would see in the future, desperately bound, as she was, to the side of that remote mountain.
She closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to when she tried to save Evvy from the demons of the Hollow Well.
Laurel
Burden of the Damned
(there) - thousands of years ago
Chapter 1
On a distant, remote mountainside…
The sun was shining again, but it only appeared from behind the clouds long enough to tease Laurel with its warmth before sliding below the horizon. Laurel crouched shivering, soaking wet. A storm had formed and burst from overhead, at first with large freezing drops of water. The storm began to ravage the mountainside, and for a while, it continued to grow and the rain became mixed with small chunks of hail. Laurel scrambled as close to trunk of a small tree as her chain allowed, but it provided little shelter from the stinging pellets of ice.
Eventually the torrent of water eased to a steady slow rain. Laurel opened her mouth and let the drops fill her mouth, quenching her growing thirst. She thought perhaps she should avoid drinking so as to more quickly slip into Clairambulance. They said that once one achieves the state of Clairambulance the craving for physical necessities drastically numbs. But, Laurel cursed her lack of willpower and eventually drank as much rainwater as she could.
As the darkness drew in, the breeze began to chill Laurel, her clothes soaked through and through. Her spasms of shivers set her chains jingling occasionally. “That was unpleasant,” she thought to herself, though she knew that it was only a shadow of the weather extremes that she would see in the future, desperately bound, as she was, to the side of that remote mountain.
She closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to when she tried to save Evvy from the demons of the Hollow Well.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
The Laysan Flower Cage
Thread 1, Part 8
Laysan
The Laysan Flower Cage
(here) - recently
The rest of the day seemed to revolve around figuring out how to take care of me for the next month. Apparently, Paty planned to have someone watching me all day every day. She explained to me that she wanted to make sure that I was always safe. Also, she said that she didn't want me to get bored or listless. My "experiment" was meant to be a quest of discovery. She did not want me to feel left out or simply invisible.
And so, during the rest of the day, a number of Paty's special friends stopped by to see me in my chains and to commit to spend some time with me over the next month during times when Paty would be busy otherwise. Alba, Corwin, and another friend, 2'Ahlay, seemed to be in charge of standardizing rules and best practices for handling my daily affairs.
Laysan
The Laysan Flower Cage
(here) - recently
The rest of the day seemed to revolve around figuring out how to take care of me for the next month. Apparently, Paty planned to have someone watching me all day every day. She explained to me that she wanted to make sure that I was always safe. Also, she said that she didn't want me to get bored or listless. My "experiment" was meant to be a quest of discovery. She did not want me to feel left out or simply invisible.
And so, during the rest of the day, a number of Paty's special friends stopped by to see me in my chains and to commit to spend some time with me over the next month during times when Paty would be busy otherwise. Alba, Corwin, and another friend, 2'Ahlay, seemed to be in charge of standardizing rules and best practices for handling my daily affairs.
The Presentation of Restraints
Thread 1, Part 7
Laysan
The Presentation of Restraints
(here) - recently
Alba dragged me through the house to the library where Paty, McNear, and Corwin were sitting. I suddenly felt very shy and became quite aware of my nudity. After a quick smile at Paty, I found myself looking down at the design of the rug. Alba still had a firm hold on my hand.
"Here is our pretty slave!" Alba announced. "We had a discussion, via the computer of course... Laysan told me that she has decided to wear the gag for one month. Right, Laysan?"
Laysan
The Presentation of Restraints
(here) - recently
Alba dragged me through the house to the library where Paty, McNear, and Corwin were sitting. I suddenly felt very shy and became quite aware of my nudity. After a quick smile at Paty, I found myself looking down at the design of the rug. Alba still had a firm hold on my hand.
"Here is our pretty slave!" Alba announced. "We had a discussion, via the computer of course... Laysan told me that she has decided to wear the gag for one month. Right, Laysan?"
Terms
Thread 1, Part 6
Laysan
Terms
(here) - recently
Alba aroused me from the cage the next morning. She removed my blindfold and unlocked the heavy chains from my limbs.
"Pretty, little slave," she teased, "how was your sleep?"
I shrugged. I was uncertain how to feel about her apparent enthusiasm surrounding my gagging. I was wary of what she was up to. I wanted to see Paty. Alba allowed me a little time in the bathroom and then led me to a table where she had set up a laptop.
"Before we join the others, I want to talk to you about your gag. Don't worry... We'll take it out. We all love your voice and the magical things that you can do with your tongue. But first, we need to discuss some terms."
Arousal and the Locks Paradox
Thread 1, Part 5
Laysan
Arousal and the Locks Paradox
(here) - recently
Though it was somewhere deep in the middle of the night and my world was dark and silent, sleep refused to find me. Certainly, I calmed after a while, resigned within my cage and shackles, mute and blind.
Paty would not make me wear this gag for the rest of my life. No way.
Laysan
Arousal and the Locks Paradox
(here) - recently
Though it was somewhere deep in the middle of the night and my world was dark and silent, sleep refused to find me. Certainly, I calmed after a while, resigned within my cage and shackles, mute and blind.
Paty would not make me wear this gag for the rest of my life. No way.
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Generator
Thread 2, Part 5
Generator
Generator
(there) - hundreds of years ago
Sari entered the front room of the town’s Generatrix guild hall. “Hi, Nadja!” she said as she approached the round faced woman standing behind a counter. The woman looked up and when she saw Sari, she straightened even more.
“Shanti!” Nadja glanced over to where a woman was seated and motioned with her hand. Shanti looked up and quickly scurried out of the room when she saw Sari.
Sari watched the woman hurry out through a door in the back of the room then looked back at Nadja. “I wanted to report to the guild that I have taken on an Arbor.”
“You’re a fucking idiot, Sari. You know that you are going to get in trouble for this.”
Generator
Generator
(there) - hundreds of years ago
Sari entered the front room of the town’s Generatrix guild hall. “Hi, Nadja!” she said as she approached the round faced woman standing behind a counter. The woman looked up and when she saw Sari, she straightened even more.
“Shanti!” Nadja glanced over to where a woman was seated and motioned with her hand. Shanti looked up and quickly scurried out of the room when she saw Sari.
Sari watched the woman hurry out through a door in the back of the room then looked back at Nadja. “I wanted to report to the guild that I have taken on an Arbor.”
“You’re a fucking idiot, Sari. You know that you are going to get in trouble for this.”
Naught
Thread 2, Part 4
Generator
Naught
(there) - hundreds of years ago
“Hello!?” Sari was trying to look through the window of the library. It was so dark inside and the the morning sun so bright. She knocked on the door again rattling the chain she was holding as she did. Miko stood calmly at the other end of the chain, naked and bare foot. Her hands were in front again with a half meter of metal links between the cuffs.
“Hello?!”
Sari saw some movement in the darkness and heard a timid voice call from within. “It’s open!”
Sari pushed through the door leading Miko in behind her.
“I’m forbidden to get any closer to the exit.”
Generator
Naught
(there) - hundreds of years ago
“Hello!?” Sari was trying to look through the window of the library. It was so dark inside and the the morning sun so bright. She knocked on the door again rattling the chain she was holding as she did. Miko stood calmly at the other end of the chain, naked and bare foot. Her hands were in front again with a half meter of metal links between the cuffs.
“Hello?!”
Sari saw some movement in the darkness and heard a timid voice call from within. “It’s open!”
Sari pushed through the door leading Miko in behind her.
“I’m forbidden to get any closer to the exit.”
Saturday, November 22, 2014
The Dependencing Process
Thread 2, Part 3
Generator
The Dependencing Process
(there) - hundreds of years ago
With a soft hiss, nostrils flared under a pair of closed, almond shaped eyes. Soft brown lips then pursed and air streamed from within. And this pattern, repeating again and again, measured time in quick stuttering steps. Hair, coarse and long, lay splayed around the woman’s head like a blackened halo. An artery in her neck pulsed in time with her racing heart.
Generator
The Dependencing Process
(there) - hundreds of years ago
With a soft hiss, nostrils flared under a pair of closed, almond shaped eyes. Soft brown lips then pursed and air streamed from within. And this pattern, repeating again and again, measured time in quick stuttering steps. Hair, coarse and long, lay splayed around the woman’s head like a blackened halo. An artery in her neck pulsed in time with her racing heart.
Dog, A Metaphor
Thread 2, Part 2
Generator
Dog, A Metaphor
(there) - hundreds of years ago
"We are not but bushes in a garden and Love is a dog choosing on which of us to pee," Valet said as she held a mostly empty glass of wine out.
Generator
Dog, A Metaphor
(there) - hundreds of years ago
"We are not but bushes in a garden and Love is a dog choosing on which of us to pee," Valet said as she held a mostly empty glass of wine out.
Monday, November 3, 2014
Piano, Chapter 3
Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan
Piano, Chapter 3
(here) - recently
I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."
It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.
"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"
My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.
"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."
"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"
"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."
Laysan
Piano, Chapter 3
(here) - recently
I fell hard out of some troubled dream by the sound of Alba's voice. "Wake up, my little slave..."
It took me a moment to recall my situation as I struggled to see in my self imposed darkness. By the direction of Alba's voice, I had apparently been lowered back down under the lights. I felt a hand lightly shaking my shoulder.
"Alba? Where's Paty? Please tell her I'm sorry." I was worried that she had sent Alba to throw me out on the streets. "I love her so much. I can't live without her. I need her!"
My plea on landed upon silence, although after a moment I thought I heard a quiet sniff off to the right.
"Don't worry, my little slave," Alba whispered. "Paty loves you, too... We all do."
"Paty?" I said. "I love you!"
"You have done an excellent job of demonstrating your submission. But we have something special to add tonight. Ceylon is here and she has brought your new gag."
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Piano, Chapter 2
Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan
Piano, Chapter 2
(here) - recently
I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."
I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.
Laysan
Piano, Chapter 2
(here) - recently
I paced aimlessly from room to room around the mansion quietly cursing Alba. "Rectify? What a stupid word. 'Rectify'. I hate that fucking word. Alba should go rectify herself. Fucking bitch."
I don't know that I was particularly angry at Alba. I just felt overwhelmed with negative emotions. I was angry with myself mainly. Eventually, I sat on the toilet rocking back and forth. For a while I was even too tense to go pee. Eventually, I relaxed and thought of what I should do to 'rectify' things. I didn't want to lose Paty's love. I didn't want anything about our relationship to change. I was happy. I decided that I needed to be as submissive as possible. I needed to show her that I am the perfect slave.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Piano, Chapter 1
Thread 1, Part 4
Laysan
Piano
(here) - recently
Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.
It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.
I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.
Laysan
Piano
(here) - recently
Paty works harder than most in this world. Her efforts have yielded a substantial monetary return. She has built a growing restaurant / bar empire. Her position gives her some flexibility regarding when and where she works. Potentially, she could even spend her time in leisure now - simply coasting and having fun. But that is not her nature. She is completely driven to make her business as big as possible. Needless to say, sometimes she comes home exhausted.
It is my job to help her relax at the end of a day. I provide her special comfort and help relieve the stress from her body and soul. When she comes home she knows that I will be waiting for her and that I will drown her in love.
I, of course, am completely content with our setup. Our relationship isn't just physical. I even love it when she talks at length about things that I have no knowledge. I just love the sound of her voice as it relaxes. I notice the structure of her sentences as she becomes comfortable and sloughs off the troubles of her day. She tells me things that she could tell no one else. She knows that any information she gives to me will remain as locked as I am within her chains.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
The Crystalline Insert
Thread 1, Part 3:
Laysan
The Crystalline Insert
(here) - recently
Sandalwood is another of the many friends that Paty and I entertain regularly. Actually, when she visits she always seems to spend a majority of her time with me instead of Paty. I think that she is jealous of my unique position. I think that she secretly loves me.
I like her a lot too. We always laugh and laugh whenever she visits. She is very pretty - I'd almost say that she is cursed by her beauty. She is fairly short and small-boned but she has an abnormally large set of boobs. They are not the biggest you have ever seen, but due to her small body size they just seem to stand out. I don't consider myself to be particularly infatuated by another woman's boobs, but there is something about Sandy's that make it hard to focus on anything else no matter what your gender or sexual orientation. When you talk to her you have to have a constant thread of thought that reminds you to look her in the eye and disregard the overwhelming desire to stare at her chest.
I think that they caused her a lot of trouble when she was young and trying to discover how she fit in the world. I think that she has been abused before. Generally, she is quiet and seems to try to hide in the crowd. But, with Paty and me she lets down her guard and blossoms. With us she is a total sex-kitten. She sops up our affections like a lonely, dry sponge.
Sometimes she is practically insatiable.
Laysan
The Crystalline Insert
(here) - recently
Sandalwood is another of the many friends that Paty and I entertain regularly. Actually, when she visits she always seems to spend a majority of her time with me instead of Paty. I think that she is jealous of my unique position. I think that she secretly loves me.
I like her a lot too. We always laugh and laugh whenever she visits. She is very pretty - I'd almost say that she is cursed by her beauty. She is fairly short and small-boned but she has an abnormally large set of boobs. They are not the biggest you have ever seen, but due to her small body size they just seem to stand out. I don't consider myself to be particularly infatuated by another woman's boobs, but there is something about Sandy's that make it hard to focus on anything else no matter what your gender or sexual orientation. When you talk to her you have to have a constant thread of thought that reminds you to look her in the eye and disregard the overwhelming desire to stare at her chest.
I think that they caused her a lot of trouble when she was young and trying to discover how she fit in the world. I think that she has been abused before. Generally, she is quiet and seems to try to hide in the crowd. But, with Paty and me she lets down her guard and blossoms. With us she is a total sex-kitten. She sops up our affections like a lonely, dry sponge.
Sometimes she is practically insatiable.
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
The Sentenced, Chapter 3
Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of year ago
Chapter 3
The cumulous clouds had thickened and grown darker as the afternoon wore on. The wind had picked up and its roar rose and fell occasionally loosening a shower of evergreen needles to cascade around Laurel. She was rolling her shoulders back and forth to work the knots out of her muscles wondering whether this pain would be with her forever or if her muscles would conform to their restricted position. She contemplated her growing thirst, the grumble in her stomach. She thought about her need to urinate and the twisted knot that prevented her from pulling her leggings down. Slowly she slumped over to her right side, resting on the bed of soft fir needles, slowly drifting back to her thoughts of Evvy and her commitment to the Hollow Well.
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of year ago
Chapter 3
The cumulous clouds had thickened and grown darker as the afternoon wore on. The wind had picked up and its roar rose and fell occasionally loosening a shower of evergreen needles to cascade around Laurel. She was rolling her shoulders back and forth to work the knots out of her muscles wondering whether this pain would be with her forever or if her muscles would conform to their restricted position. She contemplated her growing thirst, the grumble in her stomach. She thought about her need to urinate and the twisted knot that prevented her from pulling her leggings down. Slowly she slumped over to her right side, resting on the bed of soft fir needles, slowly drifting back to her thoughts of Evvy and her commitment to the Hollow Well.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
The Sentenced, Chapter 2
Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of year ago
Chapter 2
Laurel knelt in the shade of a fir tree. Her wrists were chained tightly in the small of her back. Her breathing was slow and she exhaled through pursed lips doing her best to ignore the buzzing insects, the pain in her shoulders, the growling of her stomach, and her growing need to urinate. She focused on her lover, Evvy, and the day she was sentenced to the Hollow Well.
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of year ago
Chapter 2
Laurel knelt in the shade of a fir tree. Her wrists were chained tightly in the small of her back. Her breathing was slow and she exhaled through pursed lips doing her best to ignore the buzzing insects, the pain in her shoulders, the growling of her stomach, and her growing need to urinate. She focused on her lover, Evvy, and the day she was sentenced to the Hollow Well.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The Sentenced, Chapter 1
Thread 3, Part 2:
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of years ago
The morning sun was shining on Laurel when she opened her eyes. She pulled her face from the ground and spit chunks of earth from her mouth. The muscles of her shoulders were burning. She attempted to reach with her hand to wipe the dirt and small pebbles from her forehead, but her wrist quickly met with resistance and her arms remained as they were, behind her back. When she pushed her wrists down, she felt a relentless pull at her neck, a squeezing at her throat, which ignited a series of dry coughs causing her to bend forward until her head pressed into the ground. Her elbows were forced to bend a bit and she felt a line of hard, smooth weights press painfully into her back.
She let out a cry and struggled up onto her bare feet. Her leather boots had been taken. There was a cold rattling sound, heavy links of chain snaked through the dirt behind her, which after ten meters or less disappeared into a boulder half again taller than she and twice as wide.
Laurel
The Sentenced
(there) - thousands of years ago
The morning sun was shining on Laurel when she opened her eyes. She pulled her face from the ground and spit chunks of earth from her mouth. The muscles of her shoulders were burning. She attempted to reach with her hand to wipe the dirt and small pebbles from her forehead, but her wrist quickly met with resistance and her arms remained as they were, behind her back. When she pushed her wrists down, she felt a relentless pull at her neck, a squeezing at her throat, which ignited a series of dry coughs causing her to bend forward until her head pressed into the ground. Her elbows were forced to bend a bit and she felt a line of hard, smooth weights press painfully into her back.
She let out a cry and struggled up onto her bare feet. Her leather boots had been taken. There was a cold rattling sound, heavy links of chain snaked through the dirt behind her, which after ten meters or less disappeared into a boulder half again taller than she and twice as wide.
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