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       Laura smiled at the slavegirls kneeling under the neon sign of Pompeii's Café, the favorite hangout of her master and the other slave-owners. They smiled back at her. None of them said anything. An exchange of smile was all the greeting the slavegirls were allowed among themselves.
       All the girls were naked, like Laura herself. Some of them were shackled or bound. Others were not restrained save for the collars and chains on their necks, but they also rigidly crossed their wrists behind their backs, as if held by their masters' magic spell.
       Laura walked to the end of the row and dropped on her knees. Sitting on her heels, she threw out her chest and knelt with the grace of a Greek statue, while her master locked the chain on her collar to a ring in the wall and disappeared into the café.
       Her arms and hands were tied tightly behind her back, so tightly that it was beginning to hurt. But she had decided not to complain. Her master was not in a very good mood that day. In fact, just before they left home he had whipped her severely for some extremely trivial mistake. Her back and breasts were still burning from the pain.

       The street was crowded as usual. A constant flow of legs and feet moved to and fro before Laura's eyes. Some of them stopped in front of her. Then there would be a hand touching her at different places on her body, and maybe even a few flirting words. But over the last few years, Laura had learnt to simply ignore them. The armed security guards standing by the entrance of the café were her insurance that these passing menaces would not mean any serious trouble.
       A pair of young lovers appeared around the corner, and Laura could not resist the instinct to glance at them a few times. The young man, rather gloomy-looking in his dark grey overcoat, did not attract much of her attention initially. But his girlfriend, a cheerful little blonde wearing a bright red and white ski jacket, tight-fitting blue jeans and a pair of white leather boots, who walked in a way of dancing and talked in a way of singing, reminded Laura very much of herself before that fateful day in the slave market.
       The girl stopped in front of each of the slavegirls and giggled brief remarks about them, like an art critic appraising artworks on an exhibition, while her boyfriend hemmed single syllables from his nose either in agreement or disagreement. Vaguely, Laura found his voice somewhat familiar.
       The white leather boots danced over to Laura, and the girl exclaimed in a raised voice: "Oh look! This one has all the elements of a Degas!"
       "You got it, darling. She's a real piece of art," the young man finally spoke.
       Immediately, Laura realized whose voice she was hearing. On an uncontrollable impulse, she raised her head and called out: "Eddy!"

       Laura felt like in a dream. Towering over her pitiable kneeling figure was indeed her younger brother Eddy.
       Eddy was the only family she had in the world. Orphaned at an early age, she practically raised him by herself, although she was only a year older. Having always demonstrated a strong talent in art, Eddy aspired to go to an art school in Paris. Five year before, when he graduated from high school, Laura withdrew from her own college education to work as a waitress in order to help him raise the money. A few months later, when it became painfully clear to her that they would never be able to save enough money with the kind of jobs they could find, she made an ultimate self-sacrifice for Eddy: she went to a slave dealer and signed up for an upcoming auction, designating her brother as the sole beneficiary of the proceeds from her sale.
       The evening before she was taken away to the auction, Laura and Eddy locked each other in their arms and cried well into the night. The next morning, the men sent by the slave dealer had to literally tear her away from Eddy's arms. In the van driving down the road, Laura saw her brother running frantically after it, and she hit the barred windshield until her hands began to bleed. Eddy's distorted voice had been echoing in her mind ever since then: "Laura! Laura! I'll come and get you out as soon as I return! ..."

       It seemed as if it had happened only the day before, but in reality Laura had not seen or even heard from Eddy for well over four years. She knew Eddy should be back from Paris by now, and she had been praying day and night that he would come to her the very next minute. And now when her dearest brother suddenly appeared before her eyes like a miracle, Laura could not contain herself. Looking up at Eddy, her whole body was shaking violently, and her eyes were filled with hope and relief.
       A complex expression flew over Eddy's face. He had obviously recognized his loving sister, too. He stepped forward to her, but stopped instantly. Instead of throwing himself down to her and relieving her of her bondage as Laura expected, he stood motionlessly, mouth half open and eyes staring blankly beyond her, as if stricken by a lightning.
       The little blonde looked up and down between Eddy and Laura, and asked him curiously: "You know each other?"
       "Huh, what? Oh no, no, not really. I don't think so." Eddy seemed to have finally gathered himself together. He turned to his hapless sister, and asked: "How do you know my name, slavegirl? What do you want from me?"
       "Eddy..." Now it was Laura who felt like stricken by a lightning.
       "What? Do I know you?"
       The cruel question came upon Laura like a dagger piercing through her heart. She let her chin sink to her chest, leaned back against the wall, and breathed deeply.
       "You have forgotten, Ed...Master Eddy," after a long while, Laura managed to say in a small voice, without raising her head. "My master used to be your next-door neighbor...and I used to help you with your housework when you were young..."
       "Ah, I see," Eddy quickly played along. "Now I remember--Laura, right?"
       "Yes, Master Eddy..." Laura felt as if something heavy had been stuffed in her throat.
       "It's been a long time, Laura. How have you been?"
       "I'm fine...I guess. Thank you, Master Eddy."
       "Where's your master, Mr., eh..."
       "Mr. Scheibenberg, Master Eddy. He's in the café. I have a message for you from him." In her shocked state of mind, Laura did not realize the illogicality in her words.
       "Oh? What's the message?"
       "My master wishes you all the best in you career, and in your life, Master Eddy."
       "That's...very kind of him," Eddy said after a long pause. "Please thank him for me, Laura."
       "I will, Master Eddy."
       Both of them fell silent. They stared at each other for a time without saying anything.
       Finally, Eddy's girlfriend broke the awkward silence. "I don't want to interrupt your little reunion, Eddy," she whispered, "but I think it's time for us to get back to the airport now. I don't want my parents to start worrying."
       "Hm," Eddy replied, and slowly turned away from Laura like a dream-walker. Then abruptly he turned back to her and asked: "Laura, is your master treating you well?"
       "Yes, Master Eddy, very well." Tears streamed down from Laura's eyes.
       "Good...now take good care of yourself, OK?" With those words, he walked away quickly.
       "Hey, wait for me!" The little blonde bounced along after him, while waving to Laura. "Bye-bye, Laura!"
       "Why do I have the feeling that you knew each other much better than just neighbors?" Laura heard her asking Eddy teasingly once she caught up with him.
       "Oh, just those silly childhood things. You don't want to know."
       "Yes I do! Tell me!"
       "Nah. Leave me alone."
       "No, I won't, till you tell me. Tell me tell me tell me..."
       They disappeared into the crowd.

       Laura spent the rest of the evening crying to herself. The other slavegirls watched her with great sympathy. Some even accompanied her in tears, but none of them said anything.
       The security guards standing around also looked at Laura sympathetically.
       "Poor thing," said one of them. "Must have had a crush on that little brat."
       "Hopeless," another guard commented. "That's why I always tell these girls: never get wrapped up in those silly romances."
       Laura just cried.

       Laura's master was astonished to see her tear-covered face when he came out of the café.
       "What's wrong, Laura?" He squatted down to wipe her face with his silk handkerchief and caress her bruised shoulders. "Did I beat you too hard this evening?"
       "No, my lord...not at all," Laura threw herself into his broad chest and cried like a child.
       "Please...my lord," she murmured between sobs, "please whip me again...whip me right now, my lord. I want it...and whip me harder than ever..."
In case any of you thinks that I have always been a total visual animal, here is further proof that I was at one time, in fact, quite literate--even literarily inclined, you could say. :-)

I don't remember exactly when this was written, but it was definitely sometime in the 1990s, shortly after I wrote my first piece of BDSM erotica, "The Slave Market" (fav.me/dakfqtf). Originally the main character in this story was also named Stephanie, after a lovely and very submissive co-ed I was corresponding with at the time, but since these characters are really not intended to be the same person in the stories I eventually decided to give them different names to avoid confusion.

Well, for those who like to read, enjoy...I hope. ;) (Wink) 
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:iconthemanredyo:
themanredyo Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2018  Professional Writer
Wow this was really poignant and powerful. Great work! It was touching and tragic and hot
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2018
Thank you very much for the compliment and the :+fav:! I used to like to write (a lot); no idea what happened. :-)
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Sterling557 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2017
It's quite tragic imagining that Eddy chose his fame as an art dandy over his sister.  His girlfriend's family no doubt wouldn't allow the disgrace of having a former slavegirl as a sister-in-law.  Poor Laura.  Poor thing.

But thanks for reminding me to stop by the slave market and pick up a new girl. My place is looking a bit dusty.
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2017
Thanks for the feedback and the fave! Glad to hear that you enjoyed it--and great to know that someone still enjoys the ancient art of reading. :D
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picofthenight Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2017
Very powerful, very sad...
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:iconmahashiva001:
mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2017
Thank you very much! :-)
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pigletmina Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2017  Hobbyist Artist
Great. I missed this story.
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:iconmahashiva001:
mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2017
Fella Heart Kiss (Love) 
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adolfhitler39 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
you wrote the stephanie story? 
Wow that was a masterpiece. 
I did not know you were such a gifted writer as well.
I don't want to be too pushy but would you mind bestowing us with more of this great work ? 
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
Oops, I forgot that I did mention "The Slave Market" in the little intro... Embarrassed blush 
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
Thank you very much for the compliment and the fave. By "the Stephanie story" did you mean this one: The Slave Market? Back in the 1990s I think I posted a total of five or six short stories where the main character is named Stephanie (in fact they were posted on the web by the girl who inspired these stories), but that one was definitely the most widely read one--it still pops up on the web occasionally 20 years later. In you like these, I've got plenty of them lying around from the good old days. Here's another one that I posted in dA: Yael's Ordeal, from about 2000 or 2001. Hope you enjoy it! :-)
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adolfhitler39 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
that's the one thanks
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
Sounds like you may have read it before. Thanks for faving that one, too. :-)
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LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Student Digital Artist
May this fucking bastard of a brother burn in hell for the rest of his miserable existence and beyond!
That " is your master treating you well?" alone would be worth enough to have his slimy cock sliced with a rusty damascene-blade!
*venting end*
Quite well written, dear!
You could do that more often, really :)

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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017
Thank you! Hug Unfortunately about 15 years ago I developed a bad case of allergy to written words... :D

I've got the feeling that if this were a stage play you would be on the stage right now beating that poor actor into a bloody pulp. :D
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:iconlmant:
LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Student Digital Artist
well,... I am impulsive sometimes,... but I've learned to hold myself back in theaters.

mostly :D
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017
Just to be on the safe side, then: only movies for you, no stage plays. :-)
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:iconlmant:
LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017  Student Digital Artist
...and only safe stuff.
Disney, or so :)
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017
Good idea. Then we don't need to worry about you hiring gunmen to go after actors who specialize in villain roles. 

And that leaves us just the screenwriters to worry about...Shout 
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LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017  Student Digital Artist
Flirty Devil 
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017
:scared:  
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Bobnearled Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
An unappreciated sacrifice ending in pain - so emotional.
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017
Probably a bit of melodrama, really. I wasn't quite the cynic back then. :-)
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Bobnearled Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
People abuse the generosity of others in real life - it's credible on that level.
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2017
Thanks, Bob! Good to know. :-)
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eulaliamerida Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017
I like this a lot, a simple scene of slavegirl life that chimes with my fantasies (and part-time slavegirl experience in RL) As to titles, I think it's acceptable, and probably prudent, for a slavegirl to address a Male who has a female with Him as 'Master', even though she's not His property. 
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017
Good to hear this little tale went right up your alley, Eulalia. Thank you for the fave!

As far as the title is concerned, it's pretty much a matter of necessity for me--see my long-winded reply to Laspe below. :-)
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Laspe Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Proper ways to address other males are likely set by Laura's current master. I would expect him to be displeased had he heard her addressing Eddy as Master Eddy, since there are no reasons to recognize the latter as a master of certain skills, or for example as an owner of some dungeon.

To be fair. We don't know where and when the events are taking place. It is a fantasy setting, since slave girls are parked outside like bicycles. As such, in that setting every male may have been required, even by some law, to be addressed as Master, regardless of what that male actually is.
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eulaliamerida Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017
Yes Sir. Perhaps it's even more disrespectful of her to address Him by name, and a familiar form of His name too. she has a lot to learn! 
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Laspe Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Maybe she hasn't been taught well.
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017
We have no idea, of course, what the standard rules are in that universe. Historically speaking, I was/am not familiar with the proper etiquette under classical Greco-Roman slavery either. The only reference point I had was antebellum American South, where the black slaves basically addressed every white man they ran into as "massa," perhaps just to be on the safe side. For this particular story, it was pretty much a matter of necessity for me: I had to have Laura call out Eddy by name at the beginning of their conversation, and "Mr. Eddy" or "Sir Eddy" doesn't seem to work quite as well as "Master Eddy."
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LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Student Digital Artist
without having read the story yet, I can fully adapt to your logic here in terms of titling.
Makes perfect sense to me :)
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017
Thank you for the vote of unconditional confidence! :-)
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LmAnt Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Student Digital Artist
:D
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Laspe Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
As the setting wasn't completely clear, other than it being some fantasy world, I was going mostly by personal approach. But I see what you mean with regards to finding a way for Laura to address her brother.
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Laspe Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
A pleasant light read with a nice sentimental touch. Great one, Maha!
Minor comment if I may: shouldn't Laura be addressing Eddy "Sir" as opposed to "Master"?
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mahashiva001 Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017
Thank you, Laspe, and for the fave, too. Glad to know that you enjoyed it.
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Laspe Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You are most welcome!
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