Tenfingers was reduced to a puddle. She was either unable to move, or else refused to for fear of spoiling this perfect moment. She didn't know which was true, and didn't care either way. For now she was content to sink further into the mattress and enjoy the lingering buzz of her fulfillment.
It took a few additional minutes for her brain to start churning again. It had been years since she experienced orgasm. Why so long ago? The last time... No. Her lack of focus brought unbidden memories welling to the surface of her mind, where they refused to submerge until acknowledged.
Five years earlier her father discovered her having sex with a boy. This was bad enough, considering how overprotective a parent he was. But the wrongness didn't end there. This boy looked to be, and in fact was, a common pickpocket of the meanest caste. This didn't sit well with her father, who proudly served his kingdom as captain of the city guard. Most importantly though, this boy wasn't the lieutenant he had promised to wed her to. Now what would he do with her? She had destroyed her marriage prospects by allowing herself to be deflowered by a common thief. The impending scandal on the horizon was a dark storm, and his fury the icy wind.
He caught the boy trying to flee out the window, and treated her daughter to the gory spectacle of an impromptu castration. He then gave the reeling girl a choice. Take the knife, commit suicide, and die his daughter. Or leave immediately for the nearest convent and permanently sever all family ties. She spurned the blade and walked out of the room without looking back.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind now. Perhaps they came faster to shorten the misery spent reliving them. For that she was thankful, for her brief time spent cloistered was no happier. Which is not to say that she didn't try to make the best of things. The privacy there afforded her fabulous opportunities for masturbation. Her impassioned cries made in the throes of passion brought two sisters knocking on the door to her cell. They were disappointed. She had made no progress copying the stack of scrolls piled on her desk since that morning. Yet they were understanding. Sometimes, they explained, new sisters needed help focusing on their duties. And part of the monastic tradition was doing without the unnecessary. Later that night she was bound against her will and forever freed from the distraction of her clitoris.
Tenfingers was so grateful, she escaped from the convent as soon as she could hobble away. With her were five golden candlesticks. She felt justified stealing them as they had taken without leave from her, but it was poor payment indeed.
Her room was rapidly darkening, and the combined weight of her grim recollections and the day's significance made her eyelids droop. Sleep came. And her tears cooled and dried.
She deserves everything bad that happens to her. That said, how can it be sad? She's a fictional character, poorly drawn, poorly written, poorly thought-out. Born from the diseased mind of a fetishist.
Wow, not too sure how to respond to this one - kinda "different" from what you usually write, Woot. Still as detailed as normal but a bit darker than what... well, than what I'd expect from you, really.
But to ease the negativity of my statement, it's still a very interesting backstory. Not everybody starts their life as wonderful as we all think, huh?
Also, Vee Perr: congratulations on being the very first troll on this site! Well, first troll that *I'm* aware of, anyway. And well done on using the "lol you're all virgins" argument; that's VERY original.
I wasn't about to interpret "kinda different" or "darker" as negativity.
I thought about making murky allusions to what happened in her past, but decided to just go ahead and state things plainly. Hopefully it's not too much of a downer that it will drag the remainder of the series down.
Also, Vee Perr might be new here, but is old news everywhere else. Try to ignore him like you would try to ignore a spoiled toddler throwing a temper tantrum.
Definately won't drag the series down, but it was a very dark twist there. I can't remember you writing something this dark since Ulyana died (if you can describe that as "dark" anyway.)
An intense back story for a character that at first seemed wily window dressing for breast induction.
Tenfinger's tragic past is made all the more potent by how hard she has tried to survive despite it.
Great work Woot and it's nice that what at first seems to be a curse of immobility from swollen udders for Tenfingers may instead prove to be a cathartic repositioning of what was once lost.
good story, too bad wierdoes like Vee Peer have to spoil it and be dumb all over the place. It's still very good, with an interesting plot. However, I liked the boobies, make more of them! Yay for squishey round thingies!
man woot great artwork, really great, just dont pay attention to that Vee Peer, if he was smart he would just not post that crap cause he just wants attention....or hes actually a artist of fetishes too, and he really sucks at it so he insults others to feel better about himself, OR theres the possibility that hes homosexual, of course
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying, he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, date rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among us mortals. oh and as for the claims that this art is poorly thought out and poorly drawn, if woot cleaned up his stories a tad he could write books and movies (for anyone who has ever read the ptphen king story "clattery teeth" you know what im talkin bout)
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying, he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, date rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among us mortals. oh and as for the claims that this art is poorly thought out and poorly drawn, if woot cleaned up his stories a tad he could write books and movies (for anyone who has ever read the ptphen king story "clattery teeth" you know what im talkin bout)
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying, he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, date rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among mortals.oh and as for the claims that this art is poorly thought out and poorly drawn, if woot cleaned up his stories a tad he could write books and movies (for anyone who has ever read the stehpen king story "clattery teeth" you know what im talkin bout)
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, date rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among mortals.oh and as for the claims that this art is poorly thought out and poorly drawn, if woot cleaned up his stories a tad he could write books and movies (for anyone who has ever read the stehpen king story "clattery teeth" you know what im talkin bout)
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among mortals.oh and as for the claims that this art is poorly thought out and poorly drawn, if woot cleaned up his stories a tad he could write books and movies(for anyone who has ever read the stehpen king story "clattery teeth" you know what im talkin bout)
vee per has been around like a funny smell on old ppl. kinda annoying he talks like a reincarnated saint (which leads one why would he be cruising around on a galery like this) tellin us were all pervs keepin woot sick. listen up there are WAY more worse things then liking women (canabalism, murder, rape, the lack of a monty python and the holy grail remake in the past 30 years) so dont run around on a site devoted pictures of women and act like a god among mortals.
It took a few additional minutes for her brain to start churning again. It had been years since she experienced orgasm. Why so long ago? The last time... No. Her lack of focus brought unbidden memories welling to the surface of her mind, where they refused to submerge until acknowledged.
Five years earlier her father discovered her having sex with a boy. This was bad enough, considering how overprotective a parent he was. But the wrongness didn't end there. This boy looked to be, and in fact was, a common pickpocket of the meanest caste. This didn't sit well with her father, who proudly served his kingdom as captain of the city guard. Most importantly though, this boy wasn't the lieutenant he had promised to wed her to. Now what would he do with her? She had destroyed her marriage prospects by allowing herself to be deflowered by a common thief. The impending scandal on the horizon was a dark storm, and his fury the icy wind.
He caught the boy trying to flee out the window, and treated her daughter to the gory spectacle of an impromptu castration. He then gave the reeling girl a choice. Take the knife, commit suicide, and die his daughter. Or leave immediately for the nearest convent and permanently sever all family ties. She spurned the blade and walked out of the room without looking back.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind now. Perhaps they came faster to shorten the misery spent reliving them. For that she was thankful, for her brief time spent cloistered was no happier. Which is not to say that she didn't try to make the best of things. The privacy there afforded her fabulous opportunities for masturbation. Her impassioned cries made in the throes of passion brought two sisters knocking on the door to her cell. They were disappointed. She had made no progress copying the stack of scrolls piled on her desk since that morning. Yet they were understanding. Sometimes, they explained, new sisters needed help focusing on their duties. And part of the monastic tradition was doing without the unnecessary. Later that night she was bound against her will and forever freed from the distraction of her clitoris.
Tenfingers was so grateful, she escaped from the convent as soon as she could hobble away. With her were five golden candlesticks. She felt justified stealing them as they had taken without leave from her, but it was poor payment indeed.
Her room was rapidly darkening, and the combined weight of her grim recollections and the day's significance made her eyelids droop. Sleep came. And her tears cooled and dried.