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Still sore, still bitter, still here.  Joshua rushed in to tell me that his master held a wonderful surprise for me.  I told him I’d seen it and wasn’t that impressed.  He looked at me oddly but rustled me out of bed.  The day seemed different.  There were no bathers, only Joshua, who was ecstatic, despite his body looking like it had been through a torture test.  The bed was comfortable, especially since I had woken up alone, finding myself buried in pillows and covers, a mixture of silk and velvet.  Joshua, however, was more persistent than a new puppy wanting to play.  He all but dragged me out of the warm  bed and into the washroom, where he had laid out the usual bathing materials.  He allowed me the decency of letting me relieve myself in peace, peeking in once in a while to see if I had finished.  I could hear him preparing the food and went to investigate.  He stopped me, pulling me into the tub, and would have had me shackled face-first to the wall if I had not stopped him.

“Just this once...could I just take a bath by myself?”

The pout in his eyes almost ruined me.

“Fine.  But I won’t be chained.”

“You will not fight?”

“Are you disappointed?”
  
He smirked, taking away my waist ring and reaching over to turn the odd levers for the water.  It was cold, but refreshing, especially since he allowed me to stand under it by my own choice.  I was rinsing my hair when I felt his tender fingers lathering my legs.  He was as gentle as a woman, but I would never tell him that.  For the most part, he allowed me to bathe and oil myself, particularly in my privates, which relieved me.  However, he insisted on washing my hair.

He said he had never been allowed to do that to another servant, and it had become somewhat of a niche.  This struck me as strange, but then that is how I would describe this entire place.  
Sitting on the edge of the basin as he caressed my locks, I inquired about the surprise.  Joshua told me that I would be leaving the room as a rare treat to visit the chambers of the master.  I groaned, but he assured me that the master had no intention of molesting me there.  Then again, the master is allowed to change his mind.
We finished bathing, and I dined while Joshua washed and perfumed my waistcloth.  I was glad to have the thing off of my for the time being, sitting in my robe.  Joshua was humming a soft tune I could not recognize as I resisted asking about his new injuries.  He did not seem to be in any pain, but Joshua does do an excellent job of hiding whatever pain he endures.
It was somewhat of a shock to be drinking some wine with lamb only to feel a jolt as Joshua clasped the ring back around my waist, expertly fastening that locked latch that I only wish I could work  Where he kept the key I would never know.  
He waited impatiently for me to finish my meal, happily sharing it when I offered.  He would not elaborate on the surprise, but began to tell me more about the island and the manner itself.  His first experience here was as frightening as any other, but the Fates had smiled upon him in that the first guest to entertain himself with the servant was kind, and took a special liking to him.  That way, Joshua was not forced to work in the bars or more undesirable areas, and was able to work his way up to “Blue cloth.”  The lowest ranked servants are simply nude, he explained, and are therefore marked for attack at any time.  Some are specially designated with leather loincloths for the more “aggressive” guests.  “Red cloths” are just as expendable, but are assigned to menial tasks, such as garbage disposal.  They too, are open to attack, but are treated better still than the lowest class.  They are assigned to bunkers, crowded and filthy, but fair better than the Nudes or the Leathers, as they are called, who could sometimes be chained to a bed or floor and be forgotten completely if they are not being ravaged on a nightly basis.  Joshua told me that he came here as a “Green cloth,” more desirable than Reds because he was “fresher” and kept himself in better condition.  He could entertain some of the wealthier guests if they chose to have him, and had a room of his own, though nowhere near the extravagance of mine.    Green cloths rarely entered the bars and dance rooms, unless they were being punished.  Some who had tried to escape would be either thrown in cages or be chained to the stages and forced to dance for the amusement of the patrons.  If they refused to dance, they could be thrown to the crowd to be ravaged, or if they were in a cage, lowered through the floor to the underbelly, where the more hideous guests would wait to enjoy them.  Joshua said that he had witnessed this while on kitchen duty and still could not erase the screams from his ears.  They were even worse than his first night, cowering as he listened to screams and thumps from the next room and realizing it was happening all around him.  He sat there for a moment, quietly contemplating.  He then went on to explain that, thanks to me and a stroke of sheer luck, he was promoted to “blue cloth”.  
Blues are second only to “White cloths”, of which I hold  the only distinction.  Joshua said he had heard of there being another White cloth long ago, but that one had either been sold or killed.  Blues are fortunate in that, in some exceptions, they can sometimes choose whose chambers they visit.  Blues never go to the bars, only the kitchens, to retrieve food for their guests.  They are allowed to bathe in smaller groups, are fed better, and are allowed to receive favors, particularly to decorate their rooms.  Some Blues are put on special reserve for certain guests and tasks, as Joshua has been.  Some are sold and leave the island.  They are treated well, never venturing to the lower levels, unless they misbehave.  There is little chance of a Red being promoted, if he survives, but a very good chance of a Blue being demoted to Red if his crime is severe enough.  This has proven to be enough incentive to keep Blues very well behaved.
I was still enthralled with the lesson when I realized we had finished the meal.  Joshua happily cleaned it up, and turned with a small velvet covered chain, which he hooked to my waist chain, clasping the other end to his wrist.  He assured me it was only a precaution but had me take off the robe.  He then led me to the door.  Fishing out a key from who knows where, he unlocked, smiled at me, and we exited.
Before me was a hallway- long, dark, and carpeted.  It was rather ornate, from what I could see in the candlelight.  There were no windows, no light except from candles on the walls.  Shadows crept around the thick wooden trim as we traveled down the carpet.  Joshua advised me to not make eye contact with anyone or speak as we walked.  I could almost swear I heard cries from some of the rooms, a few guarded by armed sentries.  I looked at one as he smiled cruelly, flicking his tongue at me, chuckling at my revulsion.  
The walk seemed to go on forever, passing the occasional man on the way, all of whom took the time to either whistle or growl at me, with one drunken sod stopping us.  He lunged at me, unfastening his belt as he stumbled, the only thing halting his attack was Joshua’s insistence that I was for the master only.  He then asked who Joshua was for that night, that maybe he could make those pretty green eyes go red from the cock in his ass.  He then picked Joshua up, thudding him against the wall, and would have  ravaged him if two guards had not pulled the man off.  Joshua, shaken but unharmed, turned first to ask if I was all right.  I nodded as one of the guards led the man away, while the other seemed concerned with my health, caressing Joshua’s face sweetly before whispering to him and moving on.  
Once they were out of sight, Joshua informed me that he would be entertaining that guard and perhaps his friends in return for the rescue.  I was sickened, but Joshua assured me that he would likely only serve them drinks at a small party in that guard’s chambers, and the most damage they might dare to give a Blue is a slap on the behind unless the servant otherwise agrees.  The penalty for damaging a Blue could mean expulsion or even death, depending on the severity.  Damaging a White is automatic death.  Those guards will make that sod pay handsomely for saving his life.
We arrived at the master’s chambers, oddly no more ornate from the outside than any other door.  Joshua, unlatched the velvet chain from me and wished me well, that he would come for me when the master sent word.  In the time being, he must go make arrangements with the guard that rescued us.  And then he walked away.  I pressed down on the latch and walked into the room.
The sight of the master’s chamber made my room look like a closet.  I was in awe at the sheer size until I looked over at the bed to see a man I knew laying chest down, naked as his birthday, ankles shackled to the posts at the foot of the bed.  Lorenzo, one of my accomplices on the journey to this place.  We were going to use the riches to open a brothel.  My entry woke him with a start, and he obviously had no idea where he was or why he was chained to a bed.  And then he saw me.  Unlike the leers and gapes I had seen before, his was more shock and disgust, much like what I see when I look in the mirror.
He had barely a moment to speak when the master came out of a back room around the bed, smiling broadly at me.  My eyes met his and I backed away, flattening against the heavy wooden door that seemed to have locked behind me.  He stopped just behind the bed, gazing at Lorenzo, who was in a panic, looking from me to the master and back again.

"Do you like my present, Pretty?"

Lorenzo looked at me queerly and mouthed the word “pretty.”

"A friend of yours, I believe.  Come, say hello..."

I tried to escape the doorway but he caught me by the arms, shushing and cooing, pulling me back to the head of the bed, despite my best efforts to jerk away.  He coaxed my left wrist into a shackle on the headboard, still shushing, but caressing and kissing me, much to my humiliation as Lorenzo looked on in horror.  He decided to intervene, yelling for the monster to get away, calling him names.  I shook my head to warn him, but some of the names caught the master’s ear.  He turned his head to Lorenzo with a smile so menacing it made the man coil.  Becoming coy, the master moved again to the foot of the bed, gazing down Lorenzo’s body with a hungry look.  He then looked back at me and began removing his clothing.

“You would imagine where we found your little friend, Pretty ...  That older one with you, he died first.  Arrows have that effect.  The other one-guards had him howling for days ...haven’t heard him for a couple nights, but they may have gagged him after getting complaints.  It is always good to keep the guards happy, you know...  And your charming little comrade here...pulled out of the moat, half dead, but a nice piece cleaned up if I do say so myself.  But I do so hate the ones that run...rather rude to your host to not come in and introduce yourself.  You at least extended me that courtesy, Pretty...  Among other things.”
His lips curled up past his fangs.  Lorenzo, who had been trying in vain to jerk free, stared at the teeth, frozen in fear.  I watched the master shed the last of his clothing, pumping his blood into the monster between his legs.  He walked over to me, backing me into a corner between the end table and the headboard.  Sliding his fingers down my leg, he opened a drawer in the end table and pulled out some rose scented oil.  He coated his manhood with it, as we watched in trepidation.  I knew what was about to happen, although I believe Lorenzo still held hope that the master was bluffing.  He started promising things to the master, who was rounding the foot of the bed.  He promised everything from information to wine shipments to where to find the best tropical brothels.  The last one amused the master a bit as he climbed up the bed and over Lorenzo.  The helpless man began screaming in a feeble attempt to fight him away.  I yelled for the master to stop, I begged him, promised that I would do anything for him and never complain.  I  would do all the horrid things he wanted me to.  The master smiled patronizingly at me, coating rose oil over the buttocks of a terrified Lorenzo.  The master stopped for a moment, gazing down.  In the moment I thought he had changed his mind.  So had Lorenzo.  But the master only recapped the bottle, set it aside, and calmly mounted my friend.  
I had never heard a man scream with more convicted agony than that of the master’s newest victim.  I begged more for the master to stop.  I promised anything he would want, but it fell on deaf ears.  I tried to yank myself from the headboard, tried to swing at that cursed monster, but nothing helped.  I tried to grab Lorenzo’s hand to comfort him, but he swung it away and called me a whore.  He centered his anger on me, which in turn angered the master, who became more forceful.  The master wretched Lorenzo up from the bed, still inside him, reaching around to clasp his seeds till they bled.  He growled horrible things in his ears, telling Lorenzo he would make him the whore, that he would be chained up by the guardhouse, just waiting to get plucked for a coin each.  Maybe if he’s lucky, they will be patient enough to take turns.  
Lorenzo howled and flailed, tears rolling down his cheeks.  I finally could not bear to watch any more, turning away and covering my ears, although it did not guard against the cries and begging for mercy.  I heard strange panting, turning to see the master’s fangs deep in Lorenzo’s shoulder muscle, blood streaming down the man’s paralyzed body as the master ripped and tugged at the flesh.  Finally, in what seemed to be an eternity, Lorenzo was no more.  The body of my friend fell in a slump on the bed as his killer licked his chops.
I was still clinging to the bedpost when I felt his icy fingers curling around my biceps.  I tried to tug away as he kissed and nuzzled under my hair.  My grief ripped the strength out of my legs, sending me downward.  He followed, twisting my body to force his mouth against mine.  In vain I tried to push him away but he was relentless.  Finally, he allowed me to shove him off, chuckling as I lay there, helpless.  Sitting on the bed, he reached back to stroke Lorenzo’s hair.  I bolted up, grabbing his leg and jerking him off the sheets.  Almost as soon as he hit the floor he was back up, holding me off of the ground, one hand nestled under my chin.  Chuckling again, he kissed my mouth and dropped me, combing his hand through my hair.  Again, he sat on the bed, stroking Lorenzo’s body, all the while watching me.

"Should he live, Pretty?"

I just looked at him.  He wore an arrogant smile.

"Should he live?  Heart’s still beating.  Barely."

“If he lives.  Then what.”

He seemed impressed by the question.

"If he lives.  He will be granted the existence I have promised him: the personal toy of anything that walks.  Or I could kill him.  Slowly.  Have my fun and all.?

“But you want me to make that choice.”

"There is another way."

I rose, staring him down as I tugged at my chain.  His eyes followed me, calmly.  My body seethed with hate.

“I suppose for you to grant mercy I have to surrender myself to you.  And have him watch.”

"‘Have him watch’... nice touch."

“He will suffer either way.  At least with death, there is an end.  Unlike me, he will be rid of you.”

"Bit for drama, are we Pretty?  Very well, he will live, but!  He will live comfortably.  As a manservant  to one of my dearest friends."

“And...”

"That is it.  I want you to be happy, Pretty..."

Before I could argue, he bent over the body of Lorenzo, biting into his own wrist.  Twisting him so the blood could flow more easily into his throat, the creature murmured and cooed.  I watched in amazement as the body stirred.  Pulling his wrist away, this fiend still soothed his victim, even as Lorenzo winced and shuddered, not only at the sight of him, but from the torment inflicted upon his flesh.  His new master held him, almost like a mother with her child.

"There, there.  All better...  You see, Pretty?  You saved him..."

Lorenzo was still too weak to fight, so his master unchained one of his legs.  Suffering, he coiled away, not wanting look upon either of us.  Approaching me, our captor released my shackles, smiling in the knowledge that as much as I wanted to, I could not strike him.  Pressing me against the bedpost, he lodged his lips to mine, sliding his fingers down around my legs.  As I tried to squirm away, I spied Lorenzo watching us.  His eyes were terrified and confused.  I slipped out of the grasp of the creature, who was enjoying every minute of the scene.  
I backed one way, the creature still pawing at my face, toying with my hair.  I closed my eyes, as if that would free me.  For a moment, I felt the monster’s touch leave me, replaced by soft whimpers from Lorenzo.  Indeed the master of this horror was creeping toward the other victim, with Lorenzo, wincing from the pain, pulling himself away.  Grinning and cooing, the beast tugged at the sheets, pausing as I laid my hand on his leg, silently begging him to stop.  Smiling coyly, he sat up on his knees  before me, reaching in to softly caress my lips with his.  I felt my bonds released shortly before I felt  my body sailing onto the bed, his legs tangled in mine, my arms held down by his unspeakable strength.
Lorenzo mustered what power he had left to pull the beast off of me, only to realize the trap had been set for him.  The master grabbed his hair, kissing him hard, pulling my friend’s body under him.  I , in turn, tried to rescue Lorenzo, only to have to the trap turned on me.  Lorenzo pulled himself off the bed, struggling and screaming in a panic.  I could not physically strike the creature, except to push him away, which was futile.  Lorenzo did not understand this, and was screaming at me, jumping on the bed long enough to strike at his new owner.  The monster had reared up when one blow struck him behind the jaw.  It did not seem to hurt him, but the room fell silent.  I squirmed off of the bed and tried to get to Lorenzo, but it was too late.  The creature had snapped his chain and had him on the floor.
From the screams and snarls I thought the master was killing him, until the shrieks heightened and  I saw Lorenzo’s knees being jerked in the air.  There was nothing I could do to help him, running to the door, peering over as he was ravaged time and time again.  The screams grew hoarse, replaced by sobs and pitiful begging.  There was blood on the floor from the creature digging his nails into the man’s skin.  The master would bite Lorenzo just to torment him by forcing his body to momentarily enjoy the rape. With every thrust there was a new scream, a new sob.  I stood there in the corner, watching, unable to move, as if that shadow could cloak me from this horror.  I hid there in the corner for what seemed to be an eternity.  I  found myself cowering on the floor in my safe little corner, my eyes closed, with my hands gripped tightly to the door handle.  I opened my eyes on the realization that the shrieks had ceased, turning to see a pair of legs behind me.  It was the master, petting my hair lovingly, before retreating to Lorenzo’s broken body.

"We may keep this one a while longer, Pretty.  Not quite the amount of spirit as yourself, but he will do until I grow tired of him."   

The beast went to the bed, pulling back the covers before returning to it with Lorenzo.  Tucking him in, the master shackled Lorenzo’s wrist to the bedpost.  The shallow tenderness of the act disgusted me.  He kissed Lorenzo’s forehead and came to me.  I was still holding the door handle.

"I shall return later, my sweetness.  In the meantime, do watch over our new friend, hmm?"

He unlocked the door and pushed it open as if I were not even there.  When I jumped  to escape I was met with a coy kiss and shoved to the floor.  The latch of the giant door seemed to echo in this room.
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