Chapters tagged transformation

by Opps-Thats-Mine

Chapter 1

.......... you were your bed. Now you are naked in a village yard. Dirt first. Warm on top, cooler when your toes sink, and you are standing in it with nothing on while late sun comes from the left across a low fence and a cottage with one open shutter. Your hair hangs to your...

by Opps-Thats-Mine

Chapter 2

It jumps in the air between you and the well-walk, hard enough that it lifts on its own, and the throb of it is stupid and simple and you do not ask how you got to a yard with a woman tied through stone. She can see your face from this side. She can see the dress. That is not the...

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Chapter 3

You leave her in the wall and you walk to the wash line with the dirty dress still in your hand, because standing in a yard with your cock out and cum drying on you is worse than being a thief. She cannot see the pegs from the well-walk. She can hear them. "Don't take all of it,...

by Opps-Thats-Mine

Chapter 4

You run. Not toward the gate. Toward the collar, around the well, to the bucket. Hoping to see a face that is not the one sitting on your neck. The dress scraps your new thighs. The chest slaps with it. You hit the bucket with both hands hard enough that water slops over your wr...

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Chapter 5

The light goes in a dirty way, not a clean bell. Someone in the cottage slams a pot for real this time, and the older man swears and works the knots with fingers that are not trying to be kind. The cap cuts your rope with a knife that nicks your wrist. You come out of the hole on...

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Chapter 6

You walk. Not fast enough to make the dress climb, not slow enough to look like you are waiting to be collected. One hand stays on the hem. The other hangs because you need it if you fall. The road is packed dirt and last light, and the cart-bell comes on steadily from the west,...

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Chapter 7

The answer pulls itself out from the wood. A man comes out of a side door with a keg hugged to his chest and his mouth already full of a complaint, and he sees you before you see the sign over his head. Thick arms. Apron that was white this morning. He looks at Hal, then at your...

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Chapter 8

You do not lie down. You go back to the bar with the rag pulled over your chest as far as it will go and Marr is wiping the same slate he counted on while you were bent over his keg. The room has thinned. The older girl is upending wash water. Sawdust-sleeves is gone. "Paper,"...

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Chapter 9

You hear it before you mean to look. Not one woman. A lot of them. Yells that are not all pain and not all want, slapping on stone, men counting out loud like they are in a line for bread. You go to the tap window because the sound is coming from the well-square and you have alr...

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Chapter 10

You lie down with the scrap in your fist and the blanket up to your chest and you tell yourself you are going to sleep. The square does not care. It comes through the open door and through the boards: men talking over each other, a woman swearing, another woman making a high so...