Beneath The Fleece

"Dear God!" Sebastian groans, his deep voice vibrating. The taunt muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with effort. "I don't think it can be any tighter "

Darkness tinges the edge of my vision as I struggle to suck in a breath. The pressure seeming far to great to bare.

"Are you sure you want me to keep going?" He huffs raggedly.

"N-no, but you have to." I rush out in a whispery reply, feeling light headed.

"Fuck." He grunts once before going again. This time my breath halts and I choked on a cough, feeling as though I might black out. One final squeeze before his body slumps slightly.

"Alright I'm done." He sighs heavily dropping his rough hands away from me. The tightness squeezing against my chest was intense. So much so that I was motionless for a long while, attempting to even my breaths.

"Are you sure you're alright Lyr?"

"I'm fine!" I hiss out frustratedly.

"I truly wish things were different." He whispers, stepping back and distancing himself from me.

"You and I both."

To be born female is a curse. Treated like prize hogs, in a world where a woman's appearance and body determined her worth. Lyra is dead set on living life by her own design. The question is will she be able to fool them all?