Malevolent Master

I was reminded yesterday who owns me and what my purpose in life is. To please my Master, Agrippa Pontus. He revealed to me that side of him which I had not seen since the first night he stumbled across me in that tavern in Port Kar. It was there that he bound me to a post and whipped me, making my body dancing for him.

The lure

He was methodical in the way he set about luring me to his barge after that night. He came back to that same tavern and found me outside enjoying my pilfered larma. I didn't belong to the tavern, I didn't belong to anyone. Master Dexter had been killed and I was simply surviving. I believe Agrippa honed in on this fact like a tarn might an injured tabuck.

He had me follow him towards the docks. It was then that he suddenly turned on me, pushed me against a wall, his hands exploring my body as people scurried past us.

"Meet me at the docks tomorrow at noon, and I will give you what you need slut," were his words. Agrippa knew exactly what he was doing.

I did meet him that next day. Had I not, my life would have taken a different path. He lured me onto the barge with that promise of 'giving me what I needed,' and he did. As he had me bent over the railing of his barge he had his men cast off. By the time I realized what was going on, it was to late. I was now his captive.

It was interesting voyage to say the least. I came to know lola, and there was a coolness between us from the start. By the time we reached Port Cos the collar about my throat had been replaced with that of Agrippa Pontus. I was now his property.

I digress

When I entered his room to look for him I was attacked from behind! I thought it was the men that had ambushed lola several nights ago out side the Inn; painting, 'Agrippa is a fake King,' on her belly! It was not, it was my Master. After binding me so that I could not move, he threatened me at knife point.

"I know you have been going to see Valentin. What is he up to? What is he planning? I want you to find a way to loosen his tongue slut."

I was whipped with a willow, and cut in several places by the blade of his knife. This was done to drive home the point of what he can, and will do to me if I don't get what he wants...information.


Now I am caught between my loyalty to my Master, and my feelings for Master Valentin. Both of them are malevolent men. Both of them both titillate and frighten me.

The Kiss

I’m not sure why I haven’t divulged to my Master that I had been slipping off at night once he, lola, and glory were asleep. He hadn’t seemed to notice the bruises on me after a night of being used by Master Valentin, so I did bother to explain them.

At first, it was about earning coins for Agrippa, but it has became more than that. I have become obsessed with the way Valentin makes use of my body for his pleasure. He is one of the darkest men I have ever known, and he titillates me to no end. I thought I had this dark Master, who I refer to as my ‘dark obsession,’ all figured out, until last night. He kissed me. It was a long, hedonistic kiss that stroked the embers in my belly to a full blaze. I never know which way the man is going to make me swing, and I mean that metaphorically.

Of the things I am weak for, being kissed like he kissed me is one of them. Who knew that one could stroke me, a tavern slut, with a brush of their lips and make my world crumble beneath me?

The Difference between Night and Day

That night after lola had been locked away, and my Master was sound asleep I found myself outside in lola’s garden, amongst her pretty flowers pots over run by vivid colors. I curled my arms around my legs and pressed my chin to my knees and tried to sort out my brooding thoughts.

Unlike lola I am not all ribbons, and sunshine, and green thumbs. No, I am more the night creature, all secretive, and sneaky, and downright dangerous sometimes. That became all too evident when I attacked lola and threatened to kill her. She wasn’t the first person I have ever attacked, and probably wont be the last. For the most part I am able to keep my temper in check, but when I lose it, I go over the edge.

I am of my parent’s blood. I have the passion of my birth mother when I am ravaged by men and the fury of my birth father when I feel threatened and lola threatens me. I hear my Master’s words when he says I am his slave and that lola and I are different, and that I shouldn’t compare myself to her, but there is something about the barbarian. Perhaps I am threatened by the fact that she is a barbarian! They are different creatures, like exotic pets.

I have decided to go back to the rules I made for myself long ago; there are two.

One: Never allow yourself to become too attached to your owner.

Two: Never break rule number one.