Proserpina

It was a long time before I found the strength to open my eyes slowly, feeling drained and listless.

The sound of someone moving around in the room forced me to come awake and I groaned, as I came awake, slowly, unwillingly.

My body ached and it took me a while to recognize where I was.

The terrifying room with the threatening-looking implements, the rich red drapes, an ominous atmosphere all around where I had been raped by the man who had declared publicly that I was the mother of his children and his future wife.

Sitting up slowly, I looked at my poor body. The full breasts with...