Overview

A ~5k word lesbian whipping/bondage fantasy story A noblewoman captures her family's ancestral foe and imprisons her, expecting to exact a bloody and torturous revenge - only to discover that her prisoner loves being whipped even more than she loves whipping her! And when her captive looks back at her captor, eyes dazed and unfocused, driven wild, voice hoarse with need, and begs for more, how can she refuse? EXCERPT: "You're a free woman now." Yara reluctantly admitted. She stalled unlocking the manacles, swinging the keyring around her finger, letting the knight hang there for a little while longer, savoring those last moments of imprisonment she had. Ivie, back towards her captor, had the small mercy of not having to look her in the face as she bit her lip and whispered, almost inaudibly, "What if... I don't want to be?" Yara's confusion could not help but pierce her voice, tinged with suspicion. "What if you don't want to be?" Yara studied the Rivan girl from behind, swaying up to her like a snake sneaking up on prey, untrusting and ready to strike. When she drew close, Yara understood at last. It was deep, she knew. Instinctual. The Rivan couldn't help it. It was what made their weak souls crave conquest, a conqueror, to control them. Instinct. It betrayed her. Like a bitch in heat. She'd so quickly been subsumed by her instincts, collapsing to her natural place in the hierarchy of birth. Her captive, Ivie, a lowly Rivan country knight, could not help but submit to the nobler blood of the highest families of Orland. To Yara. It was her basest, realest nature, unsullied by the lies and false pride drilled into her by the rebellious fools of her native land. That nature... was the one thing about Ivie that was worthwhile. Her submission to her betters. Yara was many things, not all of them good. But she was honest, down to her core. She was a noble woman, and held herself to higher standards even as she spat on the pedestrian morality of her vassals. Yara grabbed Ivie's jaw with her left hand and forced her gaze back to her captor. "I'll hurt you." she said, with flat affect. Ivie was ashamed... but not scared. She looked up into her captor's cold, heartless black eyes boring through her and said, "I know."