Over the turnings it is no longer a secret that I am with child. I suppose it is somewhat rare to see a slut with a collar about her throat with such a round tummy. It is just not done. Slaves simply never ever forget to drink their slave wine.  If they do they find themselves in the condition I am in, and it is taken care of by a physician. I don’t like to think on such things. In all honesty I am just too delicate of heart to have something like that done to me. It would do irreparable harm to my psyche, and I’m sure Agrippa, my Master, knows this. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. In fact I’m quite sure of it.

 In any case Agrippa, my beloved Master, has allowed me to keep the child; our child, but I never say those words to him. To him ‘it’ is just property. To me ‘she’ is so much more. My belly has grown round like a pumpkin, and my breasts have doubled in size. They still have their teardrop like shape, but I’ve noticed how much Master seems to be enjoying them. He likes to point out skinny blondes to me lately, and remark on how pretty they are. And in most cases, they are pretty. But, he pointed out one the other day that was just sadly only skin and bones. I could tell she was not a well fed slave, and felt sorry for her.

He doesn’t seem to understand that I love my curves, and plump heart-shaped derriere! I love the way parts of my body jiggle that in the past didn’t. The physician gives me jars, upon jars, of thick cocoanut scented ointment. She tells me to apply it to all the parts of my body that are growing at least three, if not four times a day. I swear on some days I feel like I’m one big butter nut squash that is about to be put on a spit squashed in between to vulos.

The most extraordinary thing has begun to happen. The baby is beginning to move inside me. At first it was just little flutters, but now if I press my hand to stomach I can feel her move. I swear I wanted to go running to some, anyone and tell them to put their hand on this spot so they could feel what I am feeling, but as I stood at the kitchen sink I remember there was no one there but me, and my beloved Master. I do so love the man, but I thought on how he might react. He had been quite grumpy lately, and I’m fairly positive that my condition doesn’t help the situation.

A Secret

I had managed to keep the secret that my Master had gone. For the longest time I knew he was still around because I would find pouches of coins on the counter at the apartment. Then they stopped; the coins that is. I continued to keep drinking the slave wine until I ran out, and that was just before I went into hiding myself.

Venturing out to the Market one day I was followed by a slaver, and was almost lost forever as he was in the process of smuggling me onto a ship to take me to Port Kar. That is when my beloved Master appeared, from where, I don’t know. But, he snagged me from the slaver when the Man wasn’t looking back. I was following him as I was afraid of being left alone, and by that point I thought my Master had gone to the city of dust.

That slaver was the only man that had ravaged my body since my Master’s return. And since then I had bled. In the excitement of having him, Agrippa, back I failed in my responsibility to go to the physician and begin taking the slave wine again. By the time I noticed that I wasn’t bleeding like usual, every five and a half hands, it was too late.

I fled to the physician, and she told me that I was with child. Since his return, and the time I found out I was with child, my body had been defiled by my beloved Master only. I was both excited, and frightened at what he would think, and how he would react to the news that I was pregnant. I just knew he would at least free me for the birth of our child so it, as I had not been informed of the sex of the child, could be born a free.

When I finally got the courage to tell him, his reaction was not what I expected. I thought he would be proud to know that I might possible be carrying a male child that could be born free to carry on his name. I was so wrong! He was furious with me! When he informed me that the child I carried was nothing more than his property, and that it would be born a slave, and sold as a slave I was speechless.

I continued to try and change his mind. I didn’t understand how he could call me his love slave, but not love the child I carried in my belly. I begged almost daily that he set me free for the birth of the child. I was convinced that I could change his mind.

One night he had, had enough of my mind set, my begging, and pleading, and he beat me severely, leaving welts up and down the back of my body. From the front I looked positively radiant, but from the backside it was clear that I had been whipped harshly. Not only was there crimson welts, but in several places I was left with purple bruises.

After that beating I wished that I had never found myself in the situation I was in. I wanted everything to go back to the way that it was. I waited for him to take me to the physician and tell them to remove it. Then the day came. He took me to physician, after physician, after physician. And in each case they assured him that the child was a female.

I then waited for him to trip me, or push me down a flight of stairs to cause an ‘accident’. I begged to speak freely, and told him of my fears. He sat back, and just as always what came out of his mouth left me dumbfounded. “You are going to have the child, and you will do so while wearing my collar. That child is my property to do with as I please. It…is…property.

From that day on everything about me has changed. I never thought that such a secret could give me such elation. I wanted to shout it from the roof tops that I was having my Master’s child. He could call it property all he wanted, but in my heart ‘she’ was a piece of him growing inside of me. There would be a child mixed of our blood together out in the world, slave or not.