They punished
Said she had made too many mistakes
Said she was a bad girl
Made her prey to desires
Women taught her to be alluring and unavailable
Men taught her to be kind, sexy, and yielding
There was so much pain
So much anger
That she had transcended into being treated like a product
They called it love
For why should a maintenance woman be worth more anyway?
Told her that her life was meant to serve
Broke her down with the image of her laziness and all she would not be
She was supposed to look up to the women that smiled all the time and lived to serve the customer
Because she was no good anyway
Cause nobody would ever look at her any other way than beneath them
There was no justification on the radio
Just radio silence
At one point
She accepted it
Just admitted that no guy was ever going to treat her with respect anyway
That she would and should always blame herself
Greeted each customer with a smile
And treated their advice as if she actually gave a shit
Gave into their desires
Felt nothing now against the mortification of her own flesh
And the customers
They always felt satisfied
She hated every minute
...
It was one day, however, that changed everything.
Baylora had planned for this day her whole time in the harem.
She had a new customer today. He was very old and balding on the top of his head. He was one of her most frequent customers, and one of the worst. He was always insisting on humiliating her in some way or another.
She opened the door to her bedroom. He entered. She offered him food and drink.
She sat there, watching him. He started to cough.
"How do you like my food this evening?"
"It's very good Baylora. Seriously..."
She knew that he was lying.
"Thank you very much" she said, smiling. "I suppose you want to get onto it then."
"Yes" he said, avoiding her eyes.
She de-robed in front of him. Baylora was never intimidating of her body. She grew bigger and stronger, with voluptuous curves and an intimate knowledge of sexuality. With her cat eyes, she was a maiden of another world.
She laid down on the bed. He moved to grab her.
"Sir, where are your manners today? I don't feel like being treated by another one of your playthings."
"It's what I like" he said, nostrils flaring. "Alright, I suppose I'll consider."
He moved to lift her legs up in the air.
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Fairy Eyes
FantasyIn the times of old, faeries and giants walked among us. People were self-actualized, and in commune with the gods. A war appeared between gods and witches, separating them in regard to humanity and their future path. As a darkness threatens the qua...
