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."