1. The barn


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: GigiLovesIt, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    There she lay, strapped on a table or a bed. She couldn't quite make it out what it was she was lying on. It wasn't uncomfortably hard, however it wasn't very comfortably either. She felt her hands were tied at the wrists. Her feet were tied at the ankles. Her legs spread apart. She was naked. She began to realize she'd been blindfolded as well, unable to see her surroundings. She felt the jute on her face covering her eyes. She wondered where she was. Then she became aware of the sounds surrounding her. It were familiar sounds. She might still be in her own settlement. The air was both chilly and a bit damp, probably from the rain they had had in the previous days. How did she get here? Wherever here was, because she was still uncertain to her whereabouts. What happened? Questions started to form in her mind. Why was she here? Who took her? Who tied her up? Why? She began to go over the day, trying to remember how she came to be in this vulnerable situation. The morning had started like most mornings. She worked in the field to ensure a meal. Being a young widow she was left to fend for her own. The people of her community would probably expect her to marry again after her mourning period had ended. Without any dowery she had little to expect from a future husband. But that was only one reason she wasn't rushing to end her mourning period. So far she was getting by on hard work. It kept her alive. After the morning ended and she was done working the fields, she mended ...
    some clothes. Then she took part of her crops into the settlement to trade them for milk. Did she get the milk? Did she make the trade? She couldn't remember. It was all dark to her, as dark as her surroundings. She somehow knew it was still during the day. She heard something stumbling around her. Suddenly she felt something stuffed into her mouth. It was jute by the smell and taste of it. She felt coarse hands braze her face as more of the fabric was crammed in her mouth. Now unable to scream as well she felt a panic rush through her body. So far she'd been remarkably calm. No not calm, but wondering, puzzled. Being gagged somehow made things real. It brought her thoughts back from searching after the lost memory of how she got here to the danger she was currently in. Then she felt the same coarse hands tug the ropes which tied her hands. The rag in her mouth muffled a squeal. She could smell whoever was tugging the ropes. She smelt sweat, she smelt dirt. She smelled what she believed to be a peasant like herself. The bounds on her feet were checked next. The fear took over her breathing as her heart started to race. What would happen next? Somehow her mind blocked every thought about all the terrible things that might happen. That could happen. That were about to happen. Breathing fast and shallow she felt something touch her inner leg. It was a soft touch, which confused her immensely. She had not expected anything soft, anything gentle to happen. She could make out a warm ...
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