Imprisonment Of The Harvest Gift

The chamber is enormous and echoing, there are no windows and the walls are massive, roughly hewn stone, blackened with age. The room is peopled with statues of snarling beasts, and they cast shadows in the flickering light of the torches. The two men set me down on a wooden platform before an altar at the end of the room. I am beginning to be afraid now, there is something of a dungeon in this room and it scares me, but I also know why I have had a knot of silk tied around my waist. In Aucrates there is only one reason for that, so that a man may rip it off. The thought of it makes my clit begin to swell and pulse. I can feel that the knot is getting wet and though I have no idea who will have me tonight, I know that there can only be one reason I have been taken to this room.

In book one of the Aucrates Trilogy Lisentia was given to the Potentate and his Vassels to be filled and pleasured before she was sent to the Grey Tombs, but something went horribly wrong. The Potentate was killed and she was taken prisoner by the depraved members of the cult of Ladlaine. Now if she wants to have any hope of making it to the Grey Tombs and of preserving the last remnants of the Potentate left inside her, she must learn to obey her captors. The cult of Ladlaine has her now and if she wants to escape, Lisentia must submit to them, letting them use her nubile young body however they want.

This 7,000+ word story could be read as a standalone and has plenty of chains, shackles and dubious consent. The (fictional and over-eighteen), characters within it take on two at a time, in every orifice, hard and unprotected.