Bekka’s Arrival

By Bekka Mouri

The young woman stepped up to the front gates of the palace. The sun caught in her dark blonde/purple streaked hair as her violet eyes studied the alcazar in front of her. A small smile creased her deep purple painted lips. ~I think I’m gonna like this place.~

In one hand, she carried a large square leather bag and in the other was an advertisement. She had come across the handbill in one of Doom’s more unruly clubs where she worked as a barmaid. It was an official request for a whip-maker to join Prince Lotor’s harem. The young lady jumped at the chance, knowing it was very prestigious to be one of the handsome prince’s harem girls.

She had caught glimpses of the young prince a few times, but had never been too close to him. She had also seen him at the club where she had worked on several occasions, each time with a different woman. She figured that the women were members of the harem for they all were very beautiful.

She took one last look at her attire before proceeding. She had worn one of her best dresses, which was one of her barmaid ones. The top was a bright white and accentuated her plentiful bosom while the black skirt clung to her voluptuous hips in all the right ways.

Taking a deep breath, she continued her approach to the palace of Doom. She had suddenly become nervous. What if she wasn’t good enough to be in the harem? She had heard there was an initiation test and those who passed it were inducted while those who didn’t were turned out, not allowed to return to the palace ever again.

~There’s no way I can be refused,~ She tried to calm herself. ~You’re beautiful, maybe a little big, but you aren’t ugly. And you have a personality. If your looks don’t charm the prince, your sense of humor and personality surely will.~

A shiver went down her spine, remembering that she had heard some on the pledges had died during the test. It was very uncharacteristic for Bekka, The Mistress Of The Whips, to be nervous but she was genuinely worried. ~Calm down. You’ll survive, Bekka,~ She told herself, still wondering what awaited her inside.

****

King Zarkon walked through the palace, hoping to run across one of his son’s harem girls. He was not allowed into the harem’s chambers so he had to wait for a chance meeting to seduce one of the lovely ladies his son and his friends considered their own. He had run into a few out in the palace on chance but they always seemed to get away from him. He was about to give up hope when his eyes fell upon a heavy set young woman entering the foyer.

She had waist-length blonde hair that had purple streaks in it. She wore a barmaid’s dress and obviously had on a very good corset beneath it. He could tell because her waist was a perfect hourglass shape and her bosom was very accentuated. He could feel himself grow hard at his eyes cascaded down the rest of her well formed body.

She looked around the foyer with wide anxious violet eyes like she was trying to find someone. They settled on Zarkon and she looked a bit disgusted. Zarkon knew she had to know who he was but it looked like she didn’t. She took a deep breath and waved, “ Excuse me, sir. “

~Sir? Sir? She really doesn’t know who I am!~ Zarkon looked a little insulted as he approached the woman. “ Is that any way to address royalty? “ He arched an eyebrow at her.

“ Royalty? “ She looked him over. ~This horribly ugly THING can’t be royalty!~

“ Address your king properly, wench! “ Zarkon crossed his arms over his chest, or at least tried to.

~Not a chance! This cannot be the King Of Doom!~ The woman looked him over again. A shiver went down her spine as she remembered seeing him in the bar. One of the other barmaids said he was the king, but she didn’t believe her. ~How could he father such a handsome son?~

“ Well? Address me properly or I will send you to the dungeons! “ Zarkon bellowed.

The woman bowed swiftly, “ I beg your pardon, your highness! I did not recognize you! “

Zarkon smirked, “ That is better. Now, who are you and why are you here? “

“ I am Bekka, The Mistress Of Whips, “ Bekka held out the flyer, “ I found this royal announcement in the establishment where I was employed. The Prince wishes to hire a whipmaker for his harem. “

Zarkon snatched the flyer away and looked it over. His smirk turned to a wicked grin. “ I can take you to my son, if you wish. “

“ Really? “ Bekka blinked her eyes in disbelief she would be so lucky. She smiled, unaware that the king had no intention of taking her anywhere but to his chambers. “ Thank you, your highness! “

Zarkon wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, “ But why don’t we get better acquainted first? “

Bekka took in a sharp breath as she dropped her leather bag, “ What do you mean? “

One of his hands strayed to her bosom, “ You’ll see, my dear. Maybe you can show me some of your whips while we are getting to know each other better. “

Bekka tried to push him away, “ No, I came to see..... “

“ Are you going to deny your king? “ Zarkon pulled her closer to him. “ If that is so, I will have to throw you in the dungeons and you’ll never meet my son. “

Bekka stuck her hand in her pocket and quickly pulled out a coiled thirty inch cat o’ nine tails. Before Zarkon had a chance to react, she had it unfurled, then snapped her wrist hard and the beaded ends bit into the flesh of his buttocks. He screamed like a woman as she struck him again. “ Do you like that, my king? “ She snarled sarcastically as she threw her arm out again to strike him.

Just then, a man with wild green hair wearing a kimono came down one of the hallways. Zarkon screamed even more like a woman when the brass beads hit him again, this time even harder. The green haired man switched into a full run and, upon reaching the woman, grabbed her away from Lotor’s father. He pulled her close to him and glared at Zarkon, “ What are you doing? Do you want to anger your son? “

Zarkon rubbed his sore rear and glared at the man in return. “ This is my castle, Sekhmet! I should be able to do anything I wish here! “

Sekhmet snarled, “ If it wouldn’t demolish the palace, Lotor would have destroyed you a long time ago! “

Zarkon grumbled something unintelligible and stormed off. When he was gone, Sekhmet looked at the woman, finding her not too much shorter than him. “ Are you alright? “

“ Yes. I’m fine. Thank you, “ She smiled up at him. “ Did I hear your name right? “

Sekhmet nodded, “ Sekhmet, Warlord Of Venom. And you are? “

“ Bekka, The Mistress Of Whips. That’s my working name, anyway. “

“ Bekka? What a pretty name, “ Sekhmet smiled at her. “ Tell me, where did you get such a handy sized whip from? It looks like it would fit in a pocket perfectly. “

“ I made it. I make whips and I sold them in the club I worked at, “ Bekka handed it to him.

Sekhmet examined it. “ This is very nice. Do you think I could have one? “

“ Sure. I’ll make one for you as a thank you for saving me from that lech. “

“ Thank you. Now, tell me why you are here, “ Sekhmet handed her the whip back.

“ I came to join Lotor’s harem, “ Bekka stated.

Sekhmet arched an eyebrow, “ Really? Well, I can take you to him if you wish. “

“ That’s the line fish face used on me, “ Bekka rolled her eyes.

Sekhmet kissed her forehead, “ But I mean it. Now, come along. “

****

Sekhmet and Bekka walked down the hallway, him carrying her bag while she wore her whip draped over her shoulders. She looked at him, “ You said you are a warlord. Are you one of Lotor’s? “

Sekhmet shook his head, “ No. My fellow Warlords and I are just friends of Prince Lotor. He shares his harem with us. I would tell you the story of how we became friends, but it would take much longer than the walk to Lotor’s chambers. “

“ Really? “ Bekka said.

“ Yes. If you make it through the initiation process, I will tell you. “

Bekka nodded, “ Okay. Sounds good. “

“ Are you confident you will make it through? “ Sekhmet looked at her seriously.

“ Sure I am. I would walk through fire for such an honor. “

Sekhmet shook his head, “ I hope your spirit is as strong as your words, my dear. “

Bekka arched an eyebrow, ~What does he mean by that?~

He stopped in front of a large door and knocked. He looked at Bekka, “ This is Lotor’s room. You must speak with him first and he will decide if you go through the process or are turned away. “

Bekka nodded her head nervously, hoping she would pass this first test. The door opened and she gasped. In full light, the prince was more handsome than she ever imagined, especially in the tight black pants and black dress shirt he wore. In the dim light of the bar he had been hot, but in this light he looked like a god.

“ What is it, Sekhmet? “ Lotor said, his eyes straying to a lovely young woman who accompanied the snake-god half breed. (I don’t mean that in a bad way... that’s just what he is)

“ This young woman had come to inquire about the whipmaker position, “ Sekhmet motioned to her, “ Her name is Bekka, The Mistress Of Whips. “

“ Why didn’t you let one of the servants bring her? I know Samara is waiting for you, “ Lotor looked Bekka over. She was built a little large but had curves in all the right places. Her bosom was admirable as was her well curved waist. His eyes traced her form a few times before he returned his gaze to her lovely face.

“ I rescued her from your father, “ Sekhmet chuckled, “ Or should I say I rescued him from her. He was trying to have his way with her but got a nasty suprise. When I found them, she had him screaming like a woman. “

Lotor smiled, “ Really? And how did you accomplish that, my dear? “

Bekka realized she was being spoken to and smiled, “ I did not like what he was doing to me, so I took my whip out and showed him how much I didn’t like it. “

“ Is that the whip there? “ Lotor pointed to the cat o’ nine tails. “ May I see it? “

Bekka nodded as he reached out and took the handle, his large hand brushing against her left breast as he did. He pulled the length of it slowly until it fell from her shoulders, pleased by the small whimper that escaped her lips. He fingered the ends of it, looking at the beads. “ These aren’t very heavy. My father is such a whimp. “

Bekka held her breath as Lotor examined her piece. He weighted it in his hand, then gripped the handle. Before Bekka could blink, he hit the doorframe, the impact sounding like thunder. He repeated the action several times and smiled, “ Perfect. This is an excellent whip. Will you make me one? “

“ Yes, your highness. I will make you hundred if you so desire, “ Bekka curtsied.

Lotor chuckled, “ One will do, my dear. I admire you eagerness. Tell me, do you have any more styles than this? “

“ I can make any kind of whip you desire. “

Lotor stroked her cheek, “ Very nice. Once you have been officially brought into the fold, I will wish to see your collection. “

Sekhmet grinned, “ As much as I would love to stay, I must go to Samara. She is probably growing impatient as we speak. I hope to see you again and to see your collection for myself, Bekka, “

Bekka giggled as Sekhmet took her hand and kissed it before setting her bag on the floor. She watched as he walked down the hall until he disappeared around the corner. Lotor cleared his throat, attracting her attention back to him. “ I will take you to a guest room, “ He said, taking her hand, “ Then I will contact Gina so she knows there is a new pledge. She will send for you when she is ready. “

“ Will I have to stay in the room until she contacts me? “ Bekka looked up at him with curious eyes. He was much taller than her and absolutely breath taking. His white hair shimmered in the light like fine silk. His skin was so beautiful and pale.

She found herself wondering again how he could be Zarkon’s son. She had heard many rumors, one of them being that he was a child of rape. She could not believe such a horrible act could produce such a fine looking man. She shivered, thinking about another rumor that had implied he had an insatiable libido.

“ Yes, “ Lotor could tell this young woman was admiring him. “ Don’t worry, she will not take too horribly long to get in touch with you. We’ve been anxious to get someone with your skills in my harem. “

“ I hope I do not disappoint you, “ Bekka said, her voice trembling.

Lotor smiled, “ I’m sure you won’t. Now, come along. Let’s get you to your room. “

Okay, this is where I’m passing this off. I don’t think it would be right for me to initiate myself, now would it? ^_^