Captured during a raiding party, I am tied to a pole and carried back to the enemy village. I am wearing only a loincloth. They intend to do to me all the cruel tortures that I did to their men and women that my tribe captures in battle. They plant the pole in the ground, untie my legs, and cover my mouth so I can’t scream…

For her it was a marriage of convenience, or maybe it was desperation. She was tired of being poor.

He was one of the idle rich, a trust fund baby grown up to be a self-serving asshole. What he wanted was a submissive sex slave. But he got more than he bargained for.

For her man-hating lesbian lawyer friend had drawn up the pre-nuptual contract that he was unaware that he had even signed, the one that transferred all his worldly wealth to her upon the occasion of the wedding…