The Bio Of Bekka, The Mistress Of Whips

By Bekka Mouri

Physical Description:

Hair: Blonde with purple streaks, waist length and worn loose. Sometimes pulled back with bejeweled headbands.

Age: 23

Eyes: Violet (just like Elizabeth Taylor’s)

Build: Large but well proportioned, a bit on the heavy side with curves in all the right places. Curves accentuated by corsets. Long, curvaceous legs that seem to go on forever. Well endowed chest(between a triple D and an E cup). Stands about 5’ 7”.

Facial Features: Round face, large almond shaped eyes. Pouty full lips and high cheekbones. Nose is suited to her face and slightly pointed at the end.

Usually dresses in long full peasant style dresses and simple black ankle boots.

Biography:

Bekka was raised in her mother and father’s leather shop in South Texas. There, she helped make saddles, watchbands and all kinds of other leather crafts. By the time she was seven, she could do anything her father could and better. It was about this time she discovered her father’s collection of whips.

She stole one and took it apart, careful noting how it was put together. Once it was apart, she memorized her written instructions and reassembled it perfectly. She returned it to her father’s collection and took another. She did this until she knew how to make every single kind he had.

She began making her own whips, hiding them underneath her bed in a black leather bag. Her father discovered it one day and scolded her harshly for taking his supplies. He then took the whips away, placing them in his private collection because they were so well made. He even sold a few, claiming the work was his own.

It is still unknow how Bekka came to Doom. From what she could remember, she went to sleep one night after her tenth birthday and woke up on a spaceship. It is believed she was taken by slave traders and sold into slavery. She remained in bondage until she was seventeen, when she escaped and began working in a very unruly nightclub not too far from the Palace Of Doom.

To support herself, she made whips in her quarters behind the club and sold them to the patrons as well as using the whips on customers who would pay her to do so. They were impressed by her abilities to make and use the whips. Soon, Bekka was making more money off the whips than she was getting for working at the club. Word spread throughout the town about how good she was, finally making it to the ears of a certain prince.

One evening, Bekka found a flyer posted on the wall of the club. It was an official request for a whipmaker to join the ranks of Prince Lotor’s harem. Bekka’s heart jumped at the chance to be one of the handsome prince’s harem girls. She knew her owners were still looking for her and becoming one of the Prince’s harem girls would nullify any claim they had to her.

The next day, she packed her things, which wasn’t very much, and headed to the palace. She walked most of the day, but the weather was cool. She stuck to back alleys and hidden streets, knowing her wealthy owners had offered a sizeble reward for her return. She couldn’t afford to be caught and she would have rather died that to go back to them.

When the palace finally came into view, she stared at it for quite some time. She had never seen anything like it in her life. She said a quick prayer that she would make it inside and continued up the path.....