The following is an experiment. It was posted here the same day that it was written, with no beta readers to proof it. I provide this freebie read mainly because I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t sell this story. It involves non-con, you see. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s rape. Nera does not in any way, shape or form consent to what’s happening to her.
This loosely goes with a series of images that I started a few years ago and have lately been playing with again. They can be seen here.
Fair warning I have no end in mind for this. Really. I’m just kind of writing. There’s no special climax I’m working for nor a set goal I’ve got for “ending” the story. This is just kind of going along. I don’t really know how far I’m going to take this. It could go far or it could stop after a few installments. Might depend on if people like it or not *g*
I hope you like.
WARNING: non-consensual sex in future chapters. Stop now if that squicks you.
Nera stumbled forward and fell to her knees on the smooth, hard tiles of the bathing chamber floor. Frightened, she scrambled to the side, anxious to avoid the man behind her.
He stood just inside the doorway, the thick rough blue silk of his robe settling about his tall frame. He pointed to the sunken bath. “Wash yourself.”
She stared at him, eyes wide. “Please, tell me what…”
He raised a hand, back of the palm to her, poised to deal another blow.
She cringed back against the bench carved into the wall.
“Do not question. Obey and you will be treated well. Disobey and you will not. Do you understand?” Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 1