Abduction (Journal)

When I was stolen from the park I could not fathom the turn of events that would follow. I had only been in the company of Master Cyrus twice, and truly knew little of him. I would quickly come to learn that he is a vile man, and his men are no better.

My Master had witness my abduction. It was a matter of being at the wrong place at precisely the wrong moment. He knew were Master Cyrus would go, and it did not take him long to come for me, but it would be no easy feat to obtain his property from the thief. By time he reached the old fortress Master Cyrus had drug me into the arsenal and chained me to the wall, but I could see the gates that had been locked behind us.

I could see my Master at the gates, hands coiled about the wrought-iron bars shaking them.

“Let her go Cyrus. The girl did nothing to you. It’s land and power you want, and holding her won’t get that for you.”

I listened to Master Cyrus state his demands for my release, and my heart sank. He wanted control of something from Master Lucian, a man who thought me an unruly slave. My Master shouted to me to, 'Stay alive. I will return for you!' through the locked gates of the old fortress and then he turned away and climbed up onto his mount and rode away; vanishing. I thought in that instant that I would die. Would it be the last command I would ever hear from him?! I cried out for him to come back, to not leave me, but he was gone.

"Beg to suck my black cock you whore of a kur!"

I would not beg, and as a result I was whipped with a heavy kurt. I suppose I should be thankful that he did not choose the whip instead. He berated me over and over, and screamed at me to 'Beg!' I sobbed only for him to stop.

"Is that what they call begging in the house of Agrippa?!"

He hissed at me and proceeded to whip me again. After an ahn he finally broke my resolve to not bend to his will, crushing me, breaking me under the whip, and he heard from me the words he wanted to hear, but they were such hollow, empty words.

It was then that he was distracted by his torture of me by someone at the gates; raona. He left me and moved to the gate where he reached through and grabbed her by her neck. She passed him a message and he opened it and pressed it against the gate while still holding her by the neck. He crumbled the piece of rence paper up and tossed it down to the ground. I don't know what the message said, but he unchained the gates and pulled raona in. He drug her to where I was chained and what he did next I could not believe; he released me.

"Go to your master and tell him you begging for cock but were not pleasing!"

I had remained alive, I had not pleased him, and I had, in a sense, won.

It was self preservation that got me through that gauntlet of men as they spat upon me, kicked dirt into my eyes, and assaulted me. It broke my heart that I had to abandon raona, leave her to the devices of this sleen, and I could hear her screaming, but I could only think of one thing; Him. I had to get back to my Master! I had to see his face again! I had to feel his touch! I had to show him that I had followed his command, and lived! I can never explain how I felt when I made my way through that gate to find him waiting for me on the other side. He had come back for me just as he said he would.

I would later learn that raona was exchanged for me. It was she that Master had Cyrus had wanted all along, but I secretly want to believe that my Master wanted me back at his feet because he could not stand the thought of losing me. I am so bound to him, so feebly fettered to him through invisible bonds.

A Night in Bondage (Pieces of her story)

For the first half ahn she writhed in her pitiful state of bondage, and with each movement the rope would roll to one side, or the other of her clitoris. The perfect tempo of swirling her hips was found, and she dry humped that rope like a slut with a mission. He had reduced her to behaving like an animal who had an itch that needed to be scratched. His slumber was disturbed with a throaty groan that escaped lush lips when she finally found release into that sublime pleasure. She then whimpered to be untied for the next half ahn. Finally after an ahn she fell quiet, resigned to the fact that she would be sleeping bound at the foot of her Master's bed; a first for her.

It would be a long, almost painful night in his bonds. She slept off an on, sometimes waking to just lay there in the dark, and listen to his inhale and exhale of breaths. She was beginning to feel the soreness set in at having to lay bound in that position on her knees, wrists tied behind her back, ropes intricately looped around her ankles, and her body. The need to feel the warmth of his body, to hold her breath when he stirred, to be able to watch him as he slept, as she had done so many times in the past...that was the agonizing part.

Agrippa had been the only man to ever tap into Elizabeth's psyche, and it had begun the first night her met her. Like a master sculpture he had slowly chipped away at her to reveal what lay beneath that demure persona. Not even she herself knew the depths at which he could find ways to control her, but she was slowly beginning to learn. His hold on her was deepening, a thing she did think was even possible. Just when she thought he could see no deeper into her soul he found another secret door, opened it, and stepped through.

The Fall of a Scribe (Pieces of her Story)

Marcus was an older man with a disarming charm. Elizabeth took to him instantly, and admired him often from afar. That was until one day, while in the great library of Woodhaven she caught his eye. From that day on he set his sights on her. Slowly he gained her trust with little gifts, and tokens of affection; a bouquet of flowers here, a hand sewn handkerchief there.

It was late in the library, and she was studying one of the oldest of its books. Elizabeth was admiring the hand written pages when Marcus crept up behind her. “Well if it isn’t the sweet Elizabeth.” She turned, startled, looking at him with wide eyes, and then smiled. “Marcus, you frightened me.” They had progressed past the point of ‘Lady’ and ‘Sir’. He stepped closer, and leaned her back over the book she had been looking at. “Do you still desire that I teach you how to be a real woman, how to make those young men desire you as their companion, Elizabeth?” For several hands Marcus had flirted with the young girl, and hinted at teaching her things she would never learn from her young suitors.

He slipped into her hand a satin bag. “Take this. Go into the field at the edge of the city behind the old mill, and put these things on. You see the secret is being able to become a slave to a man’s desires.” Elizabeth tried to squirm away, “What if I am caught?” He lifted a finger and pressed it to her lips. “Sh, this will be our little secret.”

Elizabeth took the satin bag, and made her way to the field. Drawing it open she saw that it held red enamel collar, and a set of crimson silks. Her pulse was racing as she donned the silks, and placed the collar about her throat without locking it. She lay back in the tall grass and waited for the man who promised to teach her things she had only heard other girls whisper about. In her thrill, and excitement she began to touch herself.

One can imagine her horror when Marcus appeared to her as she was masturbating. He had brought other men with him, and they were looking down at the scribe in all her lewd beauty. “Look at her. She is a slut, and she doesn’t even know it.” The other men chuckled and leered at her with a look that she had never seen in the eyes of men. It was in that moment, on that patch of grass in an open field, with those men looking at her with lust filled eyes, that she knew what she was; a slave to men.

“Put your robes on, Elizabeth,” Marcus commanded. Humiliated Elizabeth did as she was told. “Look at the way she is blushing, is she not beautiful in her innocence?” he said to the other men. When she was dressed he reached out, and pulled her back against his chest, his warm lips against the shell of her ear.

"You have been caught behaving like a slave, and now you will become one." Marcus hissed into her ear as he held her from behind. "You will be stabilized as you are, young and ripe, and men far worse than I will take pleasure in defiling you Elizabeth Mary Kedemar."