Forced to Face My Past--Marcus

The walk to Master Marcus' chambers was long, and the closer I grew the slower my feet moved. Marcus had not touched me since before I was stolen from him while under his watch. He had plans--we had plans. He was going to purchase me from the house with his coin, and the coin I earned while with him that the house did not no about, but all of that changed the night Master Dominick stole me for himself. That night changed my life, and now I am being made to face my past; to face Marcus.

When I reached his room, and pressed open the door, I found him, Marcus, sitting cross legged at a low table. I tried to gauge to look upon his visage, but I found it was like stone. Lowering to my knees I crawled to him just as my Master commanded. My bare breasts dangling lewdly beneath me as my hands, and knees moved across the tems. When I reached him I dipped my head lower, forearms pressing flush to the floor as my hair brushed about his sandaled feet.

"I have come to beg your rape, Master," I offered with lust dripping in my voice. Moist kisses were applied to the top of his sandaled foot as he reached his hand out, and tangled his fingers into my hair. Slowly he drug me up so that he could gaze upon my visage as he asked one question of me. "Whose whore are you now?" he asked as pensively staring into my eyes. I could not lie--I belonged to the brewer--to Dominick. He was my Master now. As much as I once loved Marcus, Dominick held a sway over me that Marcus never did.

"I am his now, Master." As soon as I uttered those words his fist tightened, and I felt a familiar burning of my scale. He leaned closer to whisper in my ear, his breath hot, and threatening. "Wrong. At the moment you are my whore. You are begging me to fuck you, and fuck you I will. You will be begging me to stop before I am finished with you...whore." That last word was hissed at me before he tossed me from him to send me sprawling backwards onto the floor.

Arising, he removed his tunic as he moved to his couch, but not before stopping to reach down, and grab me by my hair. "You better please me as you use to, slut. I'd hate to have to tell my new employer that I found you lacking." My knees scrapped across the tems as I struggled to keep up. I knew Marcus was now employed by my Master, and I couldn't help but to think how cruel a coincidence this was, or was it a coincidence at all? I have found myself in the midst of an odd dynamic between Master, and former lover.

Master Marcus first bound me to the bed face down with my arms stretched out. He took his time in whipping me while telling me how he had been held prisoner, and threatened with slavery himself. He explained how was brought back from Port Cos to Ar, and offered a deal. Dominick gave him to choice of returning to House Red Silk Dinas to explain how he had allowed their property to be stolen from him, or he could work for him as a guard. By time he was finishing telling me his tale the back of my body from my calves to the tops of my shoulders burned with fiery welts.

Tossing the whip across the floor he crawled upon the couch, and laid his body flush to mine. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against the crack of ass. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you for ahns, and if you pass out, I will revive you," he whispered against the shell of my ear as he slipped an arm under my waist, and sharply drew me up onto my knees so that my ass was perched high in the air. Turning my head from side to side my hair became entangled about my face, and I could only wait for his next touch--his next words.

He smoothed his calloused hands over the curve of my ass soothingly before I felt the pressure of that bulbous head being pressed to the lips of my pussy. "Mm, the whip still gets you wet, candace. Some things never changed," he uttered in a husky tone as he snapped his forward to bury his throbbing cock deep within me in one fluid swoop. Kings, I felt as if I moaned for a full three ehns as he just held onto my hips, and ground his without a backwards, or forwards movement. It was as if he was becoming familiar with an old friend.

Marcus fucked my pussy from behind, grabbing my hair like reins to yank my head back. With his free hand he reached over to release my bounds. He growled as he shifted the angle of his hips, and drove into my cunt hard, and fast. I was on the verge of cumming when he withdrew, and tossed me over onto my back. "Get those legs up, bitch! Hold you ankles against the side of your head, and don't you dare let them go!" I could not hold back the moans, and cries--my continual begging to be fucked.

Coiling his fingers about my throat, he fed his cock to my cunt once again. I was on fire with lust, and my head was spinning. His grip kept getting tighter, and tigher, and my hands became so weak that I let go of my ankles. I was on the verge of losing consciousness when he loosened his hold, and leaned down to bite at the side of my neck. The searing pain drew me back, and I could feel the warm ooze of my own vital trickling down my neck. He drew back, and slapped me across the face. "Wake up!"

As if I were a rag doll he drew me up, and turned me around. His strong arm crushing my breasts as he guided the head of his cock against the tight star of my ass. "I'm sure you will remember this," he hissed against my ear as he thrust his cock deep into my ass. I cried out as I pitched my head back, and he grasped my face with his free hand, turning it towards him so he could rape my mouth as he had every orifice of my body.

Off, and on for another two ahns he screwed me. Taunted me with promises of what he was going to do to me when Dominick sent me to him. It would seem that, that was part of the allure of working for Dominick. The brewer had assured Marcus that he would again have my in his collar, and that he would allow him to use me. Marcus has always had an addiction to me, and he was a much a slave to Dominick now as I was.

When he was finally done with me--when he had left his mark in the form of welts, bruises, and bites upon my neck, cum on my cheek, breasts, and dripping from my body, he released me to return to my Master. I crawled from the room, and did not rise to my feet until I was in the hall. Using the support of the wall I made my way back to my Master--to Dominick. If I thought my ordeal was over, I was mistaken.

I had expected my Master to be waiting for me. I had left him in a state of arousal, and upon my return I found that he had sated his lust with Red. Red of all whores! When I went to Marcus I feared that my love for him would come rushing to the surface, and that he would make sweet promises to steal me away just as we had planned so many months ago, but none of this happened. There is still lust between use; incandescent lust, but my love...well that belongs to Dominick now.

I wanted to tell him this when I returned to his room as he command I do when Marcus was done with me, but when I found out about Red, I held my tongue. Of course I let him know I was not happy, and it landed me on the floor with my face burning from his cuff. Then Dominick explained just how much hold he held over me, and how I was going to serve him with perfection from now on.

"I do not expect you to love me, I simply expect you to do what you are told, and to serve me with every ounce of your being. In that I know you will find contentment.. even if you serve one you hate." He then continued, "If you wish for Red to never again warm my furs, you will take it upon yourself to serve me in whatever manner I wish. Quickly, and without pause. It is always for my pleasure, my larl. "

He calls me the larl, but I ask you who is truly the beast?