She Begs
Before he left the Keep yesterday, he pulled me to him... two fingers placed to
my lips, silencing my greeting. It pleased him to rape my mouth with his before
setting out to deal with those things a free man must. The taste of him lingered
for a long time.
Later as I knelt before him he spoke of the visible change in me.
The changes in my appearance .. my actions .. my thoughts have confused and
fascinated me. He said it is because my body no longer wars with itself and that
it now only wars with falsehoods in my mind... and even that grows less and
less.
I did not know he had seen me looking at myself in the mirror. I thought he
slept as I stood .. or knelt .. or even rolled to my back and belly. It
embarrassed me to find this out.
Then he placed me before the mirror as he watched. He told me to breath.. and
with each breath my body began to move. I stared, mesmerized by the girl I saw
reflected there. She was alive and vital. She was sensual ... need-filled ... a
sloe-eyed beast who wished to be found pleasing and beautiful ... and used.
There was no pretense to her.
"Who is it in the mirror?" he asked. "The barbarian .. or the white silk .. or
the rowdy girl?" The slave joy ... only the slave joy looked back at me from
that mirror.
I begged him to use me then. I have never begged such before.
I looked in the mirror today. My lips are berry soft and swollen... my face
glows.
I will beg again.