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The Captive‘s Pride

Added 2025-11-11 15:36:35 +0000 UTC

It had been an unfathomably long time since Lara was first captured, snatched and ensnared within the confines of this strange, new world. She had been sold and resold countless times, fetching exorbitant prices at every auction.

Her body, compact and powerfully built, made her an ideal specimen for heavy draft work and labor that required sheer brute force. Her temperament—a peculiar blend of dutiful submission and occasional, fiery defiance—was often the very thing that fascinated and pleased her successive masters.

Lara was particularly prized, however, for her exceptional yield; she was one of the most prolific milk producers among her kind, making her invaluable for sustaining small regiments and fortifying weary troops.

Her newest owner was, by the standards of her existence, a benevolent master. He ensured she was fed copiously and regularly, her stall was kept clean, and he even permitted her the unusual comfort of sleeping curled at the foot of his bed.

Though the labor was backbreaking and unending, a profound, complex shift had occurred within Lara's spirit. She had shed the last vestiges of her former life and had learned, in the bitter stillness of the strange world, to feel a fierce, unsettling sense of pride in being a good, productive slave.