Anarchy Tales: Book One

Although tales of Lord Spur's cruelty are legendary and his justice is oft-times harsh, peasant Mitri chooses carnal servitude in the nobleman's solar over rotting in a dungeon as his prisoner. But, my, Lord Spur is as thorny as the vines surrounding his embattled keep. His prick stings her so. He toys with her mercilessly, all hours of the day and night, and not only in his bedchamber.

Subjected to all manner of carnality, her pleasured flesh rubbed raw from leather restraints, her throat screamed hoarse from the enjoyment he forces upon her, Mitri accepts the bounty of her Master's passion.

For, really, there is naught for her to do — save trust beyond question, save believe beyond doubt, save know beyond all reason that she has found her one true love in the dominant overlord.

But — has she? Has she found her one true love? Or has she only succumbed to the dark seduction of the Devil of Nettlewood?