PollyWannaCracker
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"Thou Shalt Not"
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It was a beautiful late summer morning on the shore of Lake Tember. The butterflies flitted about the reeds, the birds sang from the trees, the rabbits and deer and other creatures wandered about the shoreline snacking on grass and shrubs. There was just enough of a breeze to prevent the day from being uncomfortably warm for Shanree but not enough to cause her body a chill.
Most of the wildlife was aware of and yet unconcerned with the nearby young woman. She came here often to bathe in the shallows, sometimes swimming farther out. Today, she'd shed her clothing on the shore and waded out to a depth that wetted her knees before she stopped to simply enjoy the view of the far shore and the blue sky above all.
Lake Tember was Shanree's lake, not as in simply being a favorite place but in being her lake, literally and legally. No one else was permitted to come to the small body of water, let alone partake of its cool, clean waters. To do so carried harsh penalties, potentially including that of indentured servitude or even lifelong enslavement. To do so while Shanree was here as she was now, naked and seemingly all alone, carried a penalty far harsher: death. And if that didn't seem harsh enough, male trespassers were first castrated and tortured before being used as training practice for the Gladiators, and female trespassers were handed over to those Gladiators to be fucked and fucked and fucked again until there was simply no life left in them.
Everyone knew of these punishments, of course, and there were very few people insane enough to risk such punishment simply to partake of the lake's waters or partake of the beauty of Shanree herself. So when she heard the snap of a twig on the shore behind her and turned to find a man standing there with a shocked look on his face, Shanree instantly presumed that he was not from these parts and had no idea of the peril he faced.
Note: Do not post here without permission.
It was a beautiful late summer morning on the shore of Lake Tember. The butterflies flitted about the reeds, the birds sang from the trees, the rabbits and deer and other creatures wandered about the shoreline snacking on grass and shrubs. There was just enough of a breeze to prevent the day from being uncomfortably warm for Shanree but not enough to cause her body a chill.
Most of the wildlife was aware of and yet unconcerned with the nearby young woman. She came here often to bathe in the shallows, sometimes swimming farther out. Today, she'd shed her clothing on the shore and waded out to a depth that wetted her knees before she stopped to simply enjoy the view of the far shore and the blue sky above all.
Lake Tember was Shanree's lake, not as in simply being a favorite place but in being her lake, literally and legally. No one else was permitted to come to the small body of water, let alone partake of its cool, clean waters. To do so carried harsh penalties, potentially including that of indentured servitude or even lifelong enslavement. To do so while Shanree was here as she was now, naked and seemingly all alone, carried a penalty far harsher: death. And if that didn't seem harsh enough, male trespassers were first castrated and tortured before being used as training practice for the Gladiators, and female trespassers were handed over to those Gladiators to be fucked and fucked and fucked again until there was simply no life left in them.
Everyone knew of these punishments, of course, and there were very few people insane enough to risk such punishment simply to partake of the lake's waters or partake of the beauty of Shanree herself. So when she heard the snap of a twig on the shore behind her and turned to find a man standing there with a shocked look on his face, Shanree instantly presumed that he was not from these parts and had no idea of the peril he faced.
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