You take opportunities when you get them. I was born a daughter of harem slave and when I became of marketable age was sold as a harem slave myself.
No one knew that I had learned the forbidden- for women- art of reading. That will both benefit and haunt me later in life. But for now I am sold to some slovenly ruler known as Lord Quercus to serve as one of his concubines. It is what I have been raised to do and he seems to fuck adequately as I have had an orgasm or two. But again with my studies I find Lord Quercus is neither brilliant or sober often. His castle staff call of him ‘Tree’ when they have no fear of repercussions. I suspect they have little respect for their ruler but he owns me as his concubine slave and I must perform at his whim.
Lord Quercus has some perverse sexual fetishes. His favorite is to lock me in a pillory and fuck me. He has little concern which ‘port’ he enters down there.
I finally decide that I had enough. He asks me to prepare him a drink one evening. I of course accommodate him though I put a bottle of poison in his vile whiskey. I figure a few sips and ‘Tree’ will be dead and I can flee this hellacious land.
What I do not expect as he pulls the glass to his lips he pauses to inhale. Without taking a drink he glares at me and says “I fear you have made a fatal mistake, Eulalia!”
He calls the guards and I find myself in dungeon cell with my neck and wrists locked in a heavy wood yoke and irons fastened around my ankles. My plan is not working out well.
-Eulalia
No one knew that I had learned the forbidden- for women- art of reading. That will both benefit and haunt me later in life. But for now I am sold to some slovenly ruler known as Lord Quercus to serve as one of his concubines. It is what I have been raised to do and he seems to fuck adequately as I have had an orgasm or two. But again with my studies I find Lord Quercus is neither brilliant or sober often. His castle staff call of him ‘Tree’ when they have no fear of repercussions. I suspect they have little respect for their ruler but he owns me as his concubine slave and I must perform at his whim.
Lord Quercus has some perverse sexual fetishes. His favorite is to lock me in a pillory and fuck me. He has little concern which ‘port’ he enters down there.
I finally decide that I had enough. He asks me to prepare him a drink one evening. I of course accommodate him though I put a bottle of poison in his vile whiskey. I figure a few sips and ‘Tree’ will be dead and I can flee this hellacious land.
What I do not expect as he pulls the glass to his lips he pauses to inhale. Without taking a drink he glares at me and says “I fear you have made a fatal mistake, Eulalia!”
He calls the guards and I find myself in dungeon cell with my neck and wrists locked in a heavy wood yoke and irons fastened around my ankles. My plan is not working out well.
-Eulalia