Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. It features non-consensual scenarios of BDSM and slavery. Real BDSM is based on trust and communication. It is safe, sane, and consensual. The events in this story are none of these things. If this does not appeal to you, do not read. The author does not condone the behavior in this story in any way.

If this weren't a Kinktober post I would want to do a lot more editing on it. But as a quick and dirty post for fun, it's solid.

No concrete setting for this one. I have vague thoughts about it happening in like twelfth century Burgundy, but nothing truly concrete. I have no idea if there even are mountains and cliffsides in that part of Europe, for instance. I feel like the alps might be on the southern border, but I'm not actually sure.