ScribeSaga2

My name is Keri Pryde, and I hope you don't think any less of me...

Keri Pryde, a young 19 year old former boxer gets more than she bargained for after joining the Rachelle Institute Sorority house where she's forced to obey any order given to her by her seniors, no matter what! To refuse is to face expulsion, and with her career ruined after an unfortunate encounter with the nightmarish creatures known as skitters, that simply isn't an option. Little by little she's forced to face degradation and humiliation, until discovering the true meaning of love, romance, and the joys of submission.

* This is a re-telling of my earlier work 'Prydes Submission' which is also available on Scribblehub. In this version I will be updating a lot of chapters, adding new scenes, and revisiting the characters so that one day I may be able to publish this work. My ultimate goal is to launch this on Kickstarter when it's fully complete, with some fun art illustrations added as well. Thank you so much for taking the time to read it, and I would greatly appreciate any notes or feedback.
*Ultimately this is a strong-to-weak character kind of story, where the main character goes from being a strong self-confident person to a submissive character.
*Will include dubious consent, adult situation, rough encounters, impregnation, and potentially slimes and tentacles ;)

Prides Submission Redux

<p>My name is Keri Pryde. I'm nineteen years old, and desperately wanted to compete in the boxing championship of Nova Nash! I trained endlessly and fought more guys that I could count. I'm terrible at describing myself, but I guess some of my friends would call me…weird. I mean I never had a boy crazy phase, or fought over shoes, or even had a decent pair of shoes. I never dyed my chestnut hair blue or red, and I never gloomed over jewelry. I could never pick a tattoo, or where I would want one, and I'm the last of all my friends who still hasn't…done it with anyone yet. At least I could vent my frustrations in the ring, or the gym. Punching stuff always feels good. Anyway, I guess this is how the story begins…hope you don't think less of me…</p>