The Aftermath Of The Aphrodisiac

By Bekka Mouri

(Mehrunes makes a mistake…)

Namira sat with her back to the doors that led to the west wing. She had been milling over the strange feeling she had gotten when she had touched Bekka’s forehead. The woman seemed to have very high life energy and Namira couldn’t figure out what it was. Not only that, she felt somehow connected to her.

After racking her brains, she recalled the slave girl. All she really remembered was that she had run away the same night the man had killed Namira’s parents and had given her the gifts she could not show to anyone. Other than that, she really couldn’t place her, making her wonder more how come she felt so connected to her. She slid down to the floor and shut her eyes to take a nap, still wondering why she felt like she did.

She felt a presence a short time later and cracked one eye open. In front of her stood a boy who looked like he was about eight. His eyes were reddish-brown and his hair was red streaked with golden blonde. He wore a green shirt, pants and had black wristbands on his wrists.

“ Who are you? “ Namira asked, rising up a little.

“ I cannot tell you my name because it has not been given yet, “ The boy had a voice smooth as silk, especially for a boy his age. “ I am here to plead for your help because I am helpless as I currently am. “

“ Help? “ Namira said.

The child nodded, “ I can’t give you many details but it is of dire importance that you save that woman your brother is holding. “

Namira looked the boy over again. His arms were covered in soft red hair that traveled to the backs of his hands. He was quite muscular for a boy of his age and he looked very familiar. “ Why do I think I know you? “

“ We are connected, my dear. The same man who fathered me blessed you with magic many years ago and made you his daughter. We are bound by the magic that flows through our veins but my magic is still weak. Yours is strong and it is up to you to save that woman. “

“ Why can’t you save her? “ Namira sat straight up.

“ Because I am not big enough, dear sister, “ He held up two fingers, placing them a small distance apart. “ I am only this big right now. “

“ I don’t understand, “ Namira shook her head.

“ I haven’t been born yet, blood sister, “ The boy explained.

Namira was really confused, “ Tell me more. “

“ You will find the answers if you use your gifts, Namira. Please save that woman. I beg you, “ He said and vanished.

Namira furrowed her brow as she sat down on the floor, “ What does he mean? “ She muttered to herself as she shut her eyes. She concentrated very hard and a vision came to her. It was of Mehrunes throwing something into the fireplace. The next flash was of flames engulfing the house.

Namira rose to her feet, realizing it was a vision of the future. “ I have to get Bekka out of here before that happens, “ She said to herself.

**

Bekka cracked her eyes open, finding herself in the same position as usual. Her wrists were tied to the headboard and her feet were tied to the footboard. For some strange reason, her body and hair felt like it had been washed. She struggled to recall what happened after she felt the drug take effect.

Everything was a big blur and she couldn’t remember anything after she tried to jerk one of her hands loose. She went to shout a curse but found the gag had also been replaced. ~Bitch of a son!~ She thought, letting out a frustrated growl. The sound of the door being unlocked attracted her attention. Her eyes burned with hatred as they locked with Mehrunes’ eyes.

“ Did you sleep well, lover? “ He purred, stepping into the room and shutting the door.

The word ‘lover’ made Bekka pull violently at her restraints. She could not believe he thought he had the balls to call her such a thing. He shook his head, his damp hair brushing against his shoulders. Bekka cocked her head, realizing his hair was not pulled back into a ponytail.

“ What are you staring at, sweet? “ He grinned, knowing full well she was looking at his long mane. “ Don’t you remember? When we made love… “

Bekka shook her head but he continued, “ You took my hair down so it fell across your body. You told me I had beautiful hair. “

~Like HELL!~ Bekka thought, giving Mehrunes a stare that would have melted granite. She moved her eyes sideways as she heard light footfalls go past her door. Mehrunes did not seem to notice though so she moved her eyes back to him. ~Namira… what is she doing going that way?~

“ You don’t remember any of it, eh? “ Mehrunes sat down on the bed and looked into her eyes. “ You were very good. “

Bekka lunged at him, one of her arms coming loose from the headboard. She wasted no time and threw a punch at him. He grabbed the fist before it could connect with anything and twisted the hand until he heard her wrist pop. He held it there for a moment as he got the rope with his free hand and tied her back to the bed a little more securely.

“ Deny it all you like but you made love to me WILLINGLY for several hours. Admit it, you’re broke and your fighting that fact is futile, “ He grabbed her chin in his fingers roughly. “ You are mine and you will always be. I’ll be back later and I hope your demeanor will be much better then. “

Bekka watched as Mehrunes got up and left the room. Once he was gone, she wondered just exactly what had happened while she was under the drug’s effect.

**

When Namira arrived at the east wing, she looked down the hall to see if Mehrunes was in his room. The door was slightly open and she crept towards it. He only left his door open when he wasn’t in it. When she reached it, she fished her skeleton key from her apron and put it in the lock, turning it until the lock clicked.

She heard Bekka’s door open and she shoved the key back in her apron. She acted like she was about to go into Mehrunes’ room when his hand on her shoulder stopped her. “ What are you doing, Namira? “

“ I was looking for you. I wanted to know if I could go outside, “ Namira said, looking over her shoulder a little.

Mehrunes sighed, “ You’ll get sick. It’s too cold. “

“ But I want to go outside. “

“ If you bundle up a bit, you can but don’t stay out too long, “ Mehrunes sighed.

Namira turned, “ I promise I won’t stay out too long. “

Mehrunes smirked, “ Good girl. “

Namira walked back down the hall, casting a glance towards Bekka’s door as she passed it. When she heard Mehrunes’ door shut, she ran towards the west wing. She had to get Bekka something to wear…

**

Mehrunes sat by his fireplace, pleased with himself. He was happy that he had Bekka as his willing slave for several hours but she did not remember any of it. That meant she did not recall how she let him do everything imaginable to her as she cried out for more. The drug had been much stronger than he anticipated but he reaped the benefits just the same.

He was quite sure she did not remember that he had her totally unbound from the bed or that she had forced him down at one point so she could have her way with him. He relished every detail of the encounter while she could not recall anything. He shifted, unsatisfied. He would not be able to hold any of what she had done over her head if she could not bring any of it to mind; to her, it would be lies even though it was the truth.

“ No more of that,” He said, looking at the bottle with narrowed eyes. It would make her willing but it took all of his pleasure out of it. He got his amusement from her futile fighting and she would not fight him while affected by the aphrodisiac. She would tell him how much she hated him but beg him not to stop.

The tears weren’t there and they fueled him as well as her fighting. If he wanted a willing woman, he would get a whore. It had been fun but he did not want it to continue that way. If she couldn’t remember then it wouldn’t break her down.

Then again, maybe he didn’t want to break her down at all. She had been willing and it left him feeling unsatisfied. No, he wanted her to fight him. To know how much she hated to have him inside of her pleased him to no end.

He picked up the aphrodisiac and threw the bottle into the fire, shielding his eyes as the glass shattered in the heat. The liquid made the flames flare, sending tiny rivers of flames out across the floor as the liquid flowed out of the fireplace. Mehrunes jumped up as the rug caught on fire, realizing that the serum had alcohol in it; he had read it in the notes that it did.

He looked down at his bare feet and cursed, running for the door. He rattled the knob, finding it locked. All of the locks in the house locked two ways: from the inside and from the out with separate locking mechanisms. Someone had locked his door from the outside. “ Namira! Namira! “ He shouted, hoping his sister was somewhere close by.

He cursed again, realizing she had gone outside…

**

Bekka looked up as the door opened. She sighed as she saw Namira enter. Over one arm, she carried a dress and a cape. She sat them down on a chair, revealing she had a knife in the other.

Bekka’s eyes grew wide but Namira waved her free hand, “ No. I am here to rescue you. Hold still. “

Namira took the knife and cut through the ropes quickly, releasing Bekka. She reached up and pulled the gag off, pitching it aside. “ Thank you, Namira. “

“ Please, hurry, “ Namira picked up the dress and shoved it at Bekka. “ Put this on. “

Bekka looked down at the dress, seeing it was one of Vaernima’s. The woman had been about the same size as Bekka was now. She looked at Namira, “ Where did you get this? “

“ Never mind that. Put it on. We haven’t got time to waste. “

Bekka unzipped the back of the dress and stepped into it. Namira zipped it quickly and threw the cape around her shoulders, “ What…? “

“ No time to talk, “ Namira grabbed Bekka’s hand and cringed as she heard the sound of glass breaking. “ We must get out of here! “

Bekka let the smaller girl tug her down the hallway, unsure of what was happening. She caught her breath as she heard a loud pounding coming from the far end of the hall. “ Namira! Namira! “ Mehrunes’ voice came from behind the door as he continued to pound it heavily.

“ Don’t worry. He can’t come after us, “ Namira looked over her shoulder at Bekka, “ He’s locked in. I locked the door when he was in your room earlier. He had it ajar so it didn’t lock until he shut it. “

Bekka blinked, uncertain that what Namira said was true. “ You locked him… He was your favorite person in all of Doom when you were a child! “

“ I am not a child anymore and he is no longer my brother. I don’t know that man, “ Namira stated, pulling Bekka a little harder as she smelled smoke. “ Don’t fall behind! “

Bekka let her feet carry her as Namira took her through the house to the front door. She looked over at the doors that led to the west wing, stopping in her tracks. They looked like they had been boarded up but someone had ripped some of the boards away. The space that was there was just big enough for someone built small to slip though.

Namira jerked Bekka’s arm, popping it unintentionally. “ Sorry but we must flee, Bekka. “

Bekka nodded, following the girl. They stopped at one of the dilapidated buildings, Namira running in quickly. She re-emerged with a large satchel, “ We’ll need this, “ She stated, grabbing Bekka’s hand again. For some reason, Bekka wanted to take one last look at the estate.

Her eyes grew wide, seeing the house quickly catching fire. She looked at Namira, who was still dragging her. Bekka wasn’t for sure if she wanted to know what was happening; all that mattered was that she was free. Where they were heading was still a mystery though…

Okay... It's 1 a.m. and I forgot to attach the damn story >_<

Let me try this one more time...

Bekka

With Home In Her Heart (And An Ex-Boyfriend Trying To Get Into Her Bed)

By Bekka Mouri

(One thought drives Bekka onward: To be home in Tim’s arms. She also runs into an old acquaintance.)

Namira peered through the darkness as lights appeared on the horizon. She looked at Bekka, who was starting to look weary. Bekka held her bruised swollen wrist close to her body and Namira feared it was broken but didn’t have time to wrap it. “ Just a little further.

You can make it. “

Bekka leaned on Namira for support but tried not to put too much of her weight on the smaller girl. Miraculously, there had been a pair of slippers in the satchel Namira had brought along. They made the journey slightly easier than if she had remained barefoot. She felt weak then realized she hadn’t had too much to eat since Mehrunes kidnapped her; the drug he had given her probably didn’t help either.

“ I don’t know if I can make it. I’m so hungry, “ Bekka said, her mind going back to the night she had escaped. She had never been hungry like this except for that night. She had never been as cold either. She had the hood of the cape pulled over her face, letting Namira lead her.

During the journey, Namira vowed never to leave Bekka’s side. She wanted to make up for what a bastard her brother had been and also wanted to get out of the part of Doom they were in. Ever since the night her parents had been murdered, everyone thought of her as a lunatic. She wanted to go some place she make a new start.

“ The tavern is very close. Please hang on, “ Namira tightened her grip around Bekka’s waist. “ We’ll get lots of nice food and a room to sleep in. When we wake up, we can start again. “

Bekka sighed, “ Okay. “

**

The Drule man sat at the bar, swirling the amber colored liquor in his glass. Things had been rough since his boss was killed. He hadn’t had decent work since and had to sell his cruiser. He managed to scrape enough money together to buy a drink and rent a room for the night.

~How long has it been since I met her?~ He thought to himself, looking at his well-worn pants and vest. He couldn’t quite remember when he had found a girl hiding in the cargo cabin of his cruiser. He smiled, ~Ah, yes. Six years.~

Her face was etched in his mind but he was sure she wanted him dead. He had almost ended up that way too. Shortly after parting ways with her, he had lost control of the vehicle and almost crashed it. At the last moment, he was able to regain control and save himself from certain death.

~I deserved it for what I did to her,~ He drank the liquor down quickly, reveling in the way it burned his throat. He barely paid attention when the door to the tavern was thrown open. He did notice when several people ran over to the two people who had come through it.

The first one was a Drule girl, probably about seventeen and she carried a large satchel. She was probably five foot seven, thin and looked a little odd. Her pale gold/green eyes looked like they could stare right into someone’s heart. She wore a dark blue cape over a dark blue dress that had a white apron front and her loose white hair hung well past her knees.

Her other arm was wrapped around a woman wearing a long dress and cape that hung onto her for dear life and held one of her arms very close to her body. The cape obscured her features for the most part but he could tell she had a large build. Two of the men took the hooded woman and carried her to a booth and sat her down while the Drule girl dug in her apron for something. She found a small bag of coins and weighed it in her hand, smiling slightly.

~I wonder,~ The man at the bar looked at the bag. He got up and made his way to the booth. ~She probably has enough to get me a meal besides her and her friend.~

The Drule girl looked up at him. He was quite tall and she had to tip her head back to make eye contact with him. “ May I help you? “ She said in a whisper-soft voice.

“ I was wondering if you were feeling charitable tonight and would buy a poor man a meal, “ He smiled his lady-killer smile. It was the same smile he often used when he was trying to get in good with a female.

“ I’m sorry, “ The girl blinked her intriguing eyes, unfazed by the smile. “ I only have enough to get my friend and I something to eat. “

The man chuckled, “ It looks like you have a lot more than that, dear. “

“ We are on a long journey, “ The girl replied stiffly. “ We will need this money for it. “

“ Perhaps you need a bodyguard then, “ The lady-killer smile flashed again. He brushed her chin with his fingers, “ You are too pretty to be traveling alone. “

The girl pulled away, “ We will manage. “

“ Don’t I know you? “ The other woman’s weak voice came from behind him. He turned to face her. She was studying him from underneath the hood. A shadowed patch of peachy flesh was visible from the neckline of the cape.

The man turned to her, “ Well, you look like you could be (lowering his voice to a whisper) human. Can you convince your friend that you need a big strong man to help you on your journey? Your kind especially needs protection in these parts. “

“ I know that. Answer my question, “ The woman said sharply as she could manage. “ Do I know you? “

The man tried to place the woman’s voice. She was speaking in a very low tone and sounded tired. “ I am not sure. Perchance if I could see your face so I could decide that for myself. “

“ What’s your name? “ The woman did not remove her hood.

The man thought for a moment then bowed, “ Simply call me Ryat, fair lady. “

“ Namira, “ The woman addressed the Drule girl, “ Make him leave me. I do not wish to have anything to do with him. “

“ But you do not know me. I am a noble man who will lay my life down for you if need be. All I ask is for employment so I can keep myself fed, “ Ryat pleaded. He shook his head, “ You see, I have fallen upon hard times… “

“ Serves you right, “ The woman lifted her head a little, “ Why did you send me to that awful place? “

“ But I do not know you, “ Ryat stated again.

The woman looked towards Namira again, “ Please go order some food. I will deal with this wretched creep. “

“ Yes, Bekka, “ Namira walked towards the bar.

“ B-B-Bekka? “ Ryat paled. The name made his heart sink but there was no way this woman could be the same girl he had sent to work in his master’s brothel. Everyone who had been at the club the day Mehrunes Dagon’s men destroyed it had died along with his master. Not only that, it had been rumored that Bekka had gone to Prince Lotor’s harem.

The woman lifted her uninjured hand to the table, letting the cape fall back to expose her pale flesh. “ Yes, Ryat. Why did you do that to me? I thought you loved me. “

Ryat rubbed his forehead, “ It would take so long for me to explain it all. “

“ I don’t want a long explanation, “ Bekka growled. “ I want to know why you screwed me over like that. “

Ryat went to sit in the booth with Bekka, “ Please. I had my reasons. “

“ If you sit next to me, I swear I will cut your heart out. “

Ryat stepped back, “ I had to do it but I loved you too. I kicked myself every single day afterwards. “

“ Liar, “ Bekka grumbled. “ If you did, you would have never sent me to that damned club. Tell me, how many more girls did you do that to? “

“ They don’t matter. You were my favorite… Wait, I mean I had to get OTHER girls after you but none of them were the same… “

Namira walked back over, her eyes fixed on Ryat’s back. She could tell he was seriously aggravating Bekka. When she reached him, she looked up at him. He didn’t notice she had returned so she tapped his shoulder.

“ What do you want, kid? “ Ryat looked at her.

“ Milady is in no shape to argue. Please leave her alone. “

Ryat blinked and looked back at Bekka. “ I don’t believe this. You have a slave? “

“ She is not my slave, she is my friend and my protector. She saved my life and I will forever be grateful to her for that. Now, please leave me, “ Bekka stated, bringing her good hand down to cradle the injured one.

“ That looks like it could be broken. Let me help… “ Ryat moved towards Bekka.

“ I said get away from me! “ Bekka growled. “ I don’t need your help. “

Namira looked up at the man again, “ I think it would be in your best interest to leave. “

Ryat shook his head and walked away. Silently, he planned to follow them when they left. He wasn’t about to let her slip through his fingers again. He sat back down at the bar and kept an eye on them.

**

“ May I ask how you know that man, Bekka? “ Namira said, sitting down on one of the beds in the room they had rented. It was a large room with several beds but there was no one else with them yet. There would probably be some drunks stumbling up the stairs sooner or later to collapse on the nearest bed; that was why Bekka and Namira chose the beds at the back of the room. Hopefully, no one would harass them there.

“ He was my second love, “ Bekka sighed, slipping her hood off, then the cape with her good hand. She looked at the dress, “ You didn’t happen to get anything for me to sleep in, did you? “

Namira grabbed the satchel and pulled out a pretty nightgown. Bekka smiled a weak smile; “ You have everything in there, don’t you? “

Namira nodded as she pulled out another nightgown for herself. She stood up and unzipped Bekka’s dress and helped her into the nightgown before putting hers on. She tucked her blue dress away into the bag, apron and all. After that, she got Bekka’s dress and tucked it away too.

Namira looked down at Bekka’s wrist. “ Does that hurt as bad as it did earlier? “

“ I’ll manage, “ Bekka shook her head.

“ How did you get hurt? “ Namira looked into Bekka’s eyes. A moment later, Namira whispered, “ Mehrunes… “

Bekka nodded. “ One of my restraints came off and I threw a punch at him. He grabbed my hand and twisted it. I felt the bones pop when he did. “

Namira looked around and then back at Bekka. “ Do you want to see something really useful? “

“ What do you mean? “ Bekka arched an eyebrow as Namira wrapped her hands around her wrist. She watched as the girl shut her eyes and a pale white light began to surround her body. Bekka felt a tingling sensation in her wrist and the pain faded.

“ That’s what I mean, “ Namira beamed once she was finished healing Bekka’s wrist.

“ You can heal others? “ Bekka looked her wrist over. The swelling was gone and so was the pain.

Namira nodded, “ I know how to do lots of things but I will wait to show you another time. Now, let’s get some sleep. We have a journey ahead of us, “ Namira pulled the covers back on Bekka’s bed. Bekka hesitated and Namira chuckled, “ I’ll tuck you in. Come on. “

“ I haven’t been tucked in since I was ten, “ Bekka sighed, crawling into the bed. It was true. The last time she had been tucked in was the night she had been taken by the slave traders.

Namira tucked the covers around her, “ I want you to be comfortable. I am sure I have a lot of making up to do for my brother. I don’t know what he did to you but I know he was hurting you.“

“ You have nothing to do with that, “ Bekka said sharply. “ You don’t need to worry yourself about it either. It’s over. “

Namira crawled into her bed and pulled her covers up, “ I’m sorry that it had to happen though. “

“ In life, there are hills and there are mountains. Sometimes, a mountain turns into a hill, “ Bekka said. “ This is just another one of those mountains, Namira. It may seem like a mountain now but I am sure it will be a hill once I am over it. “

“ Well, I want to be there to help you climb the next mountain that will turn into a hill, “ Namira sighed, snuggling down in her pillow and pulling her blankets over her head. “ Good night. “

“ Good night, “ Bekka said, snuggling down into her pillow. The room was cold and she quickly pulled the covers over her head as well.

**

Ryat crept up the stairs into the loft that served as the lodgings for the tavern. So far, there were only two people up there, one of them being Bekka. He had to make up with her. Ever since he sent her to the brothel, he had regretted it.

He reached the top of the stairs and saw the ladies had taken the beds towards the back. He walked slowly, trying to figure out who was in which bed. The Drule girl scared him a little and did not want to accidentally crawl into bed with her. She just didn’t look like the type he would want to be that close to.

He found both of them had pulled their covers above their head, hiding their identities from him. He remembered the Drule girl was thin so he ignored the bed on the right, where the thinner silhouette was. He then looked to the bed on the left. The figure under the covers looked like it would belong to Bekka.

He quickly stripped his clothes off and slid under the covers (and on top of her) without disturbing her. As always, she was a deep sleeper and he knew exactly how to wake her up. He slid his hands under her nightgown and caressed her stomach before moving higher to her breasts. They seemed smaller than he remembered and it was just about then her realized his error…

**

A sharp scream brought Bekka out of her slumber and she shot up. When she focused her eyes, she saw Namira beating a man, who was on top of her, with her pillow. “ Get off! Get off! Get OFF! “ She shrieked as she repeatedly hit the man.

“ Hit him with your hands, Namira! “ Bekka shouted, getting out of the bed and running over to help.

“ Quit hitting me! It was a mistake! “ The man covered his head and face with his arms as Bekka began hitting him as well as Namira.

Bekka grabbed the man by his ponytail and twisted it, popping his neck in the process. She got a good look at his face and sneered, “ What do you think you’re doing? Still going after seventeen year olds, Ryat? “

“ It was a mistake! I thought I was… “ His voice trailed off.

Bekka gave his ponytail one last HARD tug before letting go. “ Going to crawl into bed with me for old times sake? I’m thinking… NO! Not only no but HELL NO! “ She slapped his face. “ Now, get off of Namira! “

Ryat pushed the blanket off, “ I wanted to talk… “

“ Namira! Cover you eyes! “ Bekka shouted when she noticed Ryat was naked and realized Namira was staring.

Namira put both hands over her eyes quickly. “ I’m sorry. I have never seen a man like THAT before. “

“ It’s okay, “ Bekka gave Ryat a glare that would melt steel. “ Get your clothes on and get out! “

Ryat looked between them quickly. Apparently, he had mistaken Namira for Bekka because the girl had been sleeping on her back, making her appear bigger under the covers. That meant Bekka had been on her side and that was why she looked thinner. He wasn’t going to say anything about it though; he was already in enough trouble.

“ Give me another chance, Bekka. Please? “ Ryat grabbed his pants and put them on. “ I am sorry I ever did that to you. “

“ Go tell it to someone who gives a flying… “ Bekka cut herself off before she cussed.

Ryat pulled on his vest, “ I want to help you… Hey! Your wrist… “

Bekka shook her head; “ You’ve helped me enough, thank you and never mind my wrist! “

Ryat sighed, “ Okay. But remember, I DID love you back then and I still do now. “

“ Tell that to my boyfriend! “ Bekka quipped, “ I am spoken for and I have no room in my life for you. “

Ryat’s shoulders slumped and he turned to the stairs. “ I’m still sorry. “

“ OUT! “ Bekka said, pointing in the direction he was already heading.

Ryat turned around, “ You know what? “

“ What? “ Bekka rolled her eyes and tapped her foot.

“ I paid for a bed and I am going to sleep in it, “ Ryat plopped down on a bed only one away from Bekka. “ So there. “

“ Stay there then! “ Bekka huffed, “ Now, I need to get some sleep. And YOU keep away from Namira. “

“ Can I uncover my eyes now? “ Namira sat up, her hand still over her eyes.

Bekka nodded as she crawled back into her bed, “ Go ahead. “

Ryat grumbled as he crawled under his covers and took his clothes off again. He wasn’t for sure how he would sleep with Bekka so close to him but he decided he would manage. He would wait after they had left the next morning and follow them. If he couldn’t get Bekka to believe he was sorry, he would die trying to convince her.

Here's my next bit...

Bekka

Unwanted Company

By Bekka Mouri

(Some people just won’t give up.)

Namira stopped in her tracks, listening carefully. “ What’s wrong? “ Bekka asked, pulling the hood of her cape down to look around.

“ I think we are being followed, “ Namira whispered, digging in her apron. She pulled out a slingshot and a stone. She aimed it at a stone tree a short distance away, “ I know you’re there! Come out with your hands where I can see them! “

Ryat emerged from the behind the tree, his hands raised slightly to his chest. “ I just couldn’t let you go without someone to watch over you. “

Bekka rolled her eyes, “ I didn’t want your help last night and I do not want it now! “

“ Please? You need to be protected, “ Ryat pleaded.

“ Says who? “ Bekka crossed her arms over her chest.

Ryat shook his head, “ I don’t think it would be safe. I have heard rumors… “

“ I wasn’t safe with you before and I don’t care what rumors you have heard, “ Bekka looked away.

“ I hurt you a long time ago, I know. But, “ Ryat started.

Bekka turned back to him, her eyes ablaze, “ Yes. When I was actually innocent and trusting. Thanks to you, that all changed. Thanks to the things I had to endure, I became bitter and cynical towards you! “

“ I had to do that! My master would have… “

“ Save it! “ Bekka snapped. “ Master Nionus, Ryonus and their friends did things to me I wish not to discuss in front of Namira. He did things to me you never told me about! “

“ He would have killed me! “ Ryat shouted. “ I didn’t want to die! “

“ So it was all about you? How selfish, Ryat! “ Bekka stepped closer, her fist clinched.

“ No, it wasn’t all about me! When Master Nionus found out you were the one Mehrunes Dagon was looking for, he said he would lead him right to you if I did not give you up! “ Ryat backed off. He was frightened by the murderous look in her eyes.

“ It still doesn’t change what I had to endure! “ Bekka took another step and threw a punch. Ryat dodged and ducked, grabbing her around the waist with one arm and pinning her arms to her side with the other.

“ Would you calm down and let me tell you the rumors I have heard? “ He said; applying enough pressure to keep Bekka immobilized as she struggled against his grip but not to hurt her.

Namira began to pummel his ribs, “ Let her go! Let her go! You’ll hurt the… “ Her voice trailed off. She had figured out why Bekka’s life energy had been so high but hadn’t told her yet. She didn’t want to scare her so she tried to think of something else to say. “ You’ll hurt the wrist! “

“ I am not going to hurt anything! “ Ryat acted like Namira’s hits weren’t doing anything to him. “ I have to tell her what I have heard. “

“ What have you heard? “ Bekka grunted as she tried to push her way out of his grip.

“ That Mehrunes was not the man they found in the cell. That it was the guard and Mehrunes mutilated him… “

“ Tell me something I don’t know, “ Bekka continued to struggle.

Ryat loosened his grip a little, “ You already know that? Why are you in this part of Doom then? Aren’t you afraid you’ll get caught? “

“ Been there, done that, “ Bekka growled. “ Won’t do it again. “

Ryat let Bekka go, “ You’ve already… “

“ Yes and I helped her escape, “ Namira stated. “ I could not tolerate what my so-called brother was doing to her. “

Ryat stepped back, “ You are his sister? “

Namira nodded, “ What of it? “

“ But you’re supposed to be mad and locked away! “

“ Well, she’s not! “ Bekka rearranged her cape. “ She’s perfectly fine. “

Ryat blinked, unsure of what to say. Bekka glared at him and so did Namira. Bekka crossed her arms over her chest, “ Now. Will you leave us alone? “

“ But what of Mehrunes? Don’t you think he will come after you once… “

Namira shook her head, “ No. The manor house burned to the ground and he was in it when it did. “

“ Well then, “ Ryat sighed, “ I guess you are in no danger then. “

“ No, we are not, “ Bekka sneered, “ Now, you just go on your merry way and leave us alone! “

Ryat turned and walked away, but he was secretly figuring out how he could stay behind them so he would be there in case something did happen…

**

After several hours, Bekka and Namira reached another tavern. They ate dinner and rented a room. As they prepared for bed, Namira decided she wanted to know some more things about her newest friend. “ Bekka? “

“ Yes, Namira? “ Bekka said, pulling her nightgown on.

“ Who were those men you were talking about earlier? Nionus and Ryonus? “ She had wondered ever since hearing their names.

Bekka turned and looked at her. She wasn’t for sure exactly how much to tell her about them. Namira was still young; the same age she was when she escaped from the Dagons. She was still innocent at that age and knew Namira was too; the way she acted told her so.

“ Please tell me. I want to know, “ Namira pleaded.

Bekka sat down on the end of her bed and looked at the floor. “ Master Nionus was a prostitution ring leader in the part of Doom I went to. He was one of the most horrific things I had ever seen in my life at that time. I was just eighteen when I met him. “

“ Prostitution? “ Namira crawled to the end of her bed, her eyes quizzical. She lay down and propped her chin up on her hands, “ What’s that? “

Bekka was speechless but then recalled Namira had only been eleven and well protected when she had escaped. She was probably even more protected in the hospital. Bekka thought for a long time and sighed. She tried to think of the easiest way to explain it to Namira.

“ Is it bad? “ Namira broke the silence, her innocence even more apparent.

Bekka nodded as she looked down at her hands in her lap, “ You see, it is where a woman has to sell herself… to men for money. I had to do it or Nionus would have sent me back to your brother. I was so frightened of him, I did what I had to so I could stay away from him. “

“ You mean like a slave? “ Namira asked.

“ Yes but not permanently. Just for a night or however many nights they want you, “ Bekka said.

“ Would you clean their houses and stuff? “

Bekka felt like her insides were in a vise. Namira had absolutely no idea at all. “ No. “

“ Then what would you do? “ Namira’s question was innocent but it made Bekka’s stomach turn as she recalled all of things she had to do while working at the club.

“ Namira, this is all so hard to explain, “ Bekka looked at the girl. “ Do you know what a man and woman do when they are alone with each other? “

Namira thought for a moment, “ You mean like when my brother was alone with you? “

“ Sort of, “ Bekka squirmed under the girl’s intent gaze.

“ Bad things? “ Namira asked, her voice a bare whisper of what it usually was.

Bekka snapped her head up, “ Not always. Most of the time, it can be beautiful… if both people are willing. “

“ I don’t know what a man and a woman do when they are alone then, “ Namira looked at the floor, ashamed.

“ When Ryat mistook you for me, where did he touch you? “ Bekka asked, wondering what he had done to Namira. She didn’t get a chance to ask the girl because she didn’t think about it until that moment.

Namira sat up and pointed to her chest, “ Here. “

“ How did it feel? “

“ It was strange. It made my stomach tickle a little, “ Namira looked down at the bed.

“ Did you like it? “

“ I don’t know, “ Namira sighed, “ That was when I woke up and screamed. “

“ Has anyone ever touched you there before? “

Namira looked up at Bekka, “ No. Never. “

“ Then what I could tell you would overwhelm you, “ Bekka shook her head.

“ Wait. Once, someone tried to touch me there when they forgot to give me my shot in the hospital. You see, they gave me these shots so I wouldn’t have what they called a… heat cycle? I don’t know what they meant but they forgot one time and one of the male nurses got on top of me like Ryat did. “

“ What did you do? “ Bekka blinked. She hoped Namira hadn’t been violated.

“ I brought my knee up and kicked him in something hard. It hurt him and I screamed. A couple of the female nurses came in and gave me my shot. I never saw that man again and the ladies said he was going to do something bad to me. “

“ When was this? “ Bekka was afraid Namira would have a heat cycle while they were traveling.

“ About six months before Mehrunes came and got me, “ Namira grabbed the satchel and opened it. She pulled out a large box “ They gave him these so I could keep getting the shots at home. He wouldn’t give them to me so I give them to myself. “

“ How many do you have left? “ Bekka sighed inwardly.

Namira opened the box, “ Quite a few. They gave him enough to keep my heat cycles down for at least two years. They told him to come back for more when these shots were gone. “

“ That’s one less thing we don’t have to worry about now, “ Bekka stated.

Namira looked at Bekka, “ How do humans keep their heat cycles down? “

“ I don’t know how other humans do it but the doctor in the harem gives us Scribes shots like those. “

“ Harem? You mean as in Prince Lotor’s harem? “ Namira’s eyes grew wide again.

Bekka nodded, “ I am a scribe in his harem. I was there when your brother came looking for me the first time. “

“ The FIRST time? “ Namira blinked. She knew her brother had been gone for quite some time but she didn’t know exactly how long, thinking it had been almost a year.

“ Yes. But he was caught and… punished. He went to jail but he escaped and came after me again. “

“ He was a fool to think he could get into the castle once but TWICE? “ Namira shook her head.

“ He wasn’t sane, Namira. How do you know of the harem? “ Bekka arched an eyebrow.

“ Everyone on Doom knows Lotor has a harem full of beautiful women. Bekka, do you think… I mean, when we get there? “

“ What? “

Namira looked down at the bed, “ Do you think I could become a harem girl? “

“ Namira! I don’t know if you could… “ Bekka shook her head. She knew that Namira would have to grow up at hyper speed if she were to live in the harem. It would be possible for some of the men to understand she was not a seasoned woman but then there was always Zarkon. He would probably try to take her with no regard to her inexperience.

“ I want to be there… with you. You’re my only friend and you’ll need someone to care for the… “ Her voice trailed off.

“ Care for the what? “ Bekka looked at her, puzzled.

Namira looked away, “ Uh. The… the… “

“ What are you trying to say, Namira? “ Bekka got up and walked over to her.

Namira looked at Bekka as she sat down on the bed. She looked frightened and could barely speak. Bekka put her arms around her and hugged her close. The girl hugged her back but not too hard. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had hugged her.

“ Whatever it is, Namira, you can tell me. “

“ I wasn’t supposed to. He might get angry with me. He said it might jeopardize his future if anyone knew… “ Namira began to sob softly. She didn’t want the boy who had came to her to be mad.

“ Who? “ Bekka looked down at Namira.

“ The boy who told me to save you. He came to me and told me that you needed to be saved so he wouldn’t die. He said my brother would kill him if he continued to hurt you, “ Namira whispered.

Bekka blinked, “ What did this little boy look like? “

Namira thought back to him and looked up at Bekka. “ He had red hair with gold streaks in it. His eyes were a reddish brown and he looked like… “

“ Who? Who did he look like? “

“ The man who killed my parents and gave me my powers. His voice sounded almost like his too. But he just didn’t look like that man… he looked like… “ Namira’s voice trailed off again as she looked at the shape of Bekka’s eyes, nose and chin; they were just like the boy’s.

Bekka took a sharp breath. She realized what Namira was trying to tell her. She slipped a hand between her and Namira to rest it on her stomach. A chill ran through her body, finding the area around her bellybutton and lower was hard.

“ He looked like you, “ Namira whispered. “ Your baby came to me and told me to save you from Mehrunes. “

Bekka does some thinking...

Bekka

Shock And Denial

By Bekka Mouri

(Bekka sorts things out as Namira sleeps.)

Bekka looked at the ceiling, her hands lying on her belly. She hadn’t moved them since she crawled back into bed. Her covers were bunched up at the foot because she didn’t want anything touching her except for her hands and her nightgown. The hardness under her fingers had her mind racing.

~How could this happen to me?~ The thought crossed her brain many times as she lay there. ~I HAD the shot. This shouldn’t be happening to me at all!~

She sighed, thinking about the new clothes she would have to buy. Well, at least NORMAL bras for she would have to give up her corsets for a while. Her other clothes she had gotten would probably fit just fine since they were mostly loose fitting pajamas that she ran around the harem in. Some of the tops were long enough to cover if she got to big for the pajama bottoms.

She shut her eyes and tried to picture herself and what she would look like. From what she had seen with Gina, she knew her breasts were going to get bigger. Bekka had plenty and then some but she didn’t know how she could handle any more. Her eyes flew open, chasing away an image of her being grossly fat as she told herself it was her imagination running wild.

Bekka looked at Namira as slept across the room from her. She was a deep sleeper like Bekka had been at her age. Surviving had driven that trait from Bekka shortly after going to the club. Bekka wished she could sleep but her shock was keeping her awake.

Another thought slipped across her brain. She had been taking her medicine regularly since her first visions about Mehrunes. A chill ran through her body, remembering the aphrodisiac and the fact Mehrunes had used a sedative to knock her out when he kidnapped her. She was sure she had been on painkillers after Hermaeus threw her out the window but the few days she wasn’t herself were still a big blur.

All of it had to go through her body, which also meant it went to the baby… HER baby. She was still having a hard time grasping the concept of there being another life within her. A life created when she was so brutally raped by Hermaeus as payment for his protection. She remembered his smile as he removed himself from her when he finished; it was cold with a hint of knowing.

She clinched her teeth as her mind dredged up the episode in vivid detail. He had taken her voice away so she couldn’t scream and paralyzed her so she couldn’t fight. He was rough and uncaring as he used her body. He had taken her on her back, side, knees and every other possible way he could think of.

While he took her, he reminded her of the things she had to endure in the brothel and called her vile names that twisted her stomach. He told her how he had waited for the day when the necklace would be broken, cursing the bounty hunter for breaking it instead of Bekka. If she had broken it, she would have been blessed with immortality. That wouldn’t have been too bad but then she would have become his wife and bear his children for all of eternity.

Her mind then jumped on another thought. ~What will Tim say?~ The words crept across her mind like thick black smoke. She imagined him cursing and throwing things as he demanded her to get rid of it. She wondered if it were possible for her to.

She felt a pain that hit her to her soul; the baby hadn’t done anything to deserve being destroyed. Matter of fact, he had saved her by going to Namira. If he hadn’t been there, she would probably be still tied to the bed in the guest room, killed in the fire that consumed the house. Namira had confided she had seen into the future and knew Mehrunes was going to accidentally set the house on fire by throwing a bottle of liquid into the blaze.

The fact remained that Tim had killed the child’s father. She didn’t know how she could keep it from him. Even if she raised him to believe Tim was his father, he would notice the differences in appearance eventually. She didn’t want to deal with it but she knew she would have to.

She tried to relax as she thought about how she would deal with her new role. Namira would be there to help but Bekka didn’t know if the innocent and trusting girl could make it in the harem at all. The naïve lady-child didn’t even KNOW how what sex was except for a ‘bad thing’. She would have to protect Namira as much as she was protecting her.

She sighed. She would have to get through this just like everything else: accept it and live through it. She would deal with the problems as they came. She had coped before but nothing of this magnitude. She wondered if this would be the challenge she would not be strong enough to handle.

Exhaustion took its toll on her body and she felt herself slipping away into slumber at last…

A little light on Namira...

Bekka

The Sister

By Bekka Mouri

Namira sighed under her blankets when she was sure Bekka had fallen asleep. Bekka had not been able to sleep and she had sensed it, the feeling keeping her awake also. She pretended to be asleep so she wouldn’t worry her. Bekka had enough to worry about; she was going to have a baby.

Namira hadn’t seen too many babies in her life. The ones she had seen were the ones the nurses took away from girls who had done ‘bad things’ with the boys. The girls would be taken away shortly thereafter and never seen again. She wondered if someone was going to take Bekka away after she had her baby.

~Don’t be silly,~ She thought to herself. ~They just take a baby away if you’re in the hospital.~

She wondered if all hospitals were like the one she had been in. She also wondered if other houses were different than hers. She had only ever been the two places her entire life. It seemed like they wanted to hide her, even when she was young.

~I wonder why?~ She shut her eyes and concentrated, hoping she could see why her parents seemed so afraid of someone seeing her…

The first vision that came to her was that of a Drule baby in a basket being sat down at the gates of a manor house. She recognized it as her home. A hooded woman stood above her, tears streaming down her otherwise obscured face. She placed a kiss on the baby’s brow and left.

Shortly afterward, a boy of sixteen wandered down the path from the house. He stopped as his green/gold eyes fell upon the basket. He went to it and examined the contents, his eyes growing wide at the sight of the baby. He looked like a very young Mehrunes but he didn’t look evil like he had the last time Namira saw him.

He dashed into the house, showing the basket to his father. The man’s eyes narrowed and he muttered a curse. “ That wench told me she couldn’t have children. Damn her! “

Mehrunes blinked, “ Father… is this child… yours? “

Quaesto Vil looked his son in the eye, “ I know you respect me very much but I have something to tell you. It was just a one night thing, son. Your mother and I… we had a disagreement. I went to the tavern and was very drunk. Please don’t tell her the truth about this child. “

“ What are we going to tell her then? “ Mehrunes looked like he was in shock.

“ Simply that we found her in front of the gates. She will not need to know anymore than that, “ Quaesto said sternly. “ You will never tell her that this child is mine. “

“ Yes, father, “ Mehrunes looked down at the sleeping infant. “ What do you think we should we name her? “

Quaesto arched an eyebrow, “ You mean there isn’t a note of some kind telling you what it is? “

Mehrunes looked everywhere until he found a scrap of paper. He shook his head, looking back at his father, “ No. It just says it is a girl. “

“ Very well, “ Quaesto went to the bookshelf and pulled a book down. The title was written in a foreign language that Namira could not decipher in her vision. Quaesto flipped through the pages and stopped, “ This sounds lovely… We’ll call her Namira. “

“ But father! That is a book about demons! That is the name of the Spirit Demon who controls the dark… “

“ Spirits, the shadows as well as spiders, insects and most other creepy things, “ Quaesto read from the book. “ Do you have a suggestion since you are the one who wanted to name her? “

Mehrunes shook his head, “ No. I guess Namira will have to do. “

Quaesto put the book back on the shelf, “ Now. Let us go show her to your mother but remember to tell her you found her at the gate. “

Namira opened her eyes. She had always believed Vaernima was her true mother. ~Is that why they hid me, because I was not their baby? I was father’s child but not mother’s. How?~

She tried to make a vision come to her about that but it wouldn’t. She growled a little, frustrated she couldn’t bring the answer to mind. Afterward, she let her mind wander until it stopped on another thought. She tried to think back to when Ryat had touched her.

He had done something to her chest with his hands that caused a strange sensation within her. She had told Bekka that it tickled her stomach but it tickled a little lower than that. She kind of liked it until she had opened her eyes to find a man on top of her. She began screaming, thinking he would do bad things to her just like the male nurse at the hospital wanted to do.

~How could something that feels like that be bad?~ She wondered. She raised her hand and brushed her fingers slowly across the area Ryat had touched. A shiver went down her spine as a small bit of flesh there hardened. She did the same to her other breast, shivering again.

She put her hand down, ~Interesting. Maybe this isn’t a bad thing… but what IS the bad thing if this isn’t? I wonder if Bekka will answer my questions in the morning?~

An image slipped across her mind of Ryat. When he had been naked on top of her, she couldn’t help but stare. She had never seen anything like it. She had often seen Mehrunes without a shirt but Ryat was much different.

He had a beautifully formed body and his muscles were much bigger than Mehrunes’. She traced him with her eyes as he loomed above her, unable to help herself. She had just gotten a little below his waist to a patch of fuzzy hair when Bekka told her to cover her eyes. Namira wondered what the rest of the man looked like but that would be one question she wouldn’t ask Bekka even though she probably knew.

She yawned quietly, sure Bekka was finally asleep. In the morning, they would set out again. Namira wasn’t sure how long it would take them to reach the harem but she knew they had to keep going. Something deep inside of her told her so…