The Day After

Bianca

It was bright outside the fluttering curtains in my bedroom, when I opened my eyes. I turned and wondered for a minute where I was; I was most certainly not back at home in my cramped little cottage, sharing the narrow bed with my stepmother…

Then the realization of the previous night crashed down on my conscious and I sat up and yelped, and winced. There were muscles that I had never known existed, my stomach, my thighs…my cl*t, all of which ached.

But, and I felt my cheeks grow warm at the thought, it was not an unpleasant ache.

It was a dull throbbing and the thought of what O’Grady and later, St Just, had done with my body, only made me feel an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs…

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I stood up slowly and thought in astonishment that one of them had probably carried me upstairs. For I had been washed and changed into a fresh night gown and I blushed again as I thought of their hands on me; probably O’Grady, for he had seemed excessively possessive last night.

One of them mu