The Courtesan of Mandalay

Disclaimer: These characters are purely my own and are original works of fiction.

The Courtesan of Mandalay

Pushing back the lid of one of her trunks, Lexus rooted around within, pulling various articles of clothing and other needful objects from the wooden confine. She paused, as blue eyes came upon a bundle wrapped in a beautiful silk scarf…She had forgotten about them, so hasty was her flight from her family that the bundle became lost in the back of her mind with everything else that Lexus wished to leave behind. Carefully, she pulled the silk wrapped bundle from the trunk, then standing she went to the window, sitting into the chair that she had so artfully placed there, in which to enjoy the morning sun as it caressed over the horizon. Half lidded eyes began to remember just how exactly she came into possession of this said bundle.

It had been the second night of which she was on her own, a whole new adventure in front of her, when she found herself in the next city over from her home origin. She was taken by surprise when she seen the young woman approach her in the market, a silken scarf wrapped about the woman\'s face, leaving only the most peircing of blue eyes, of which Lexus had never seen. The young woman thrust the books into Lexus\'s arms, muttering the language of which Lexus had never heard, quickly to vanish once again into the crowded mass of the market. Lexus had tried in vain for more than a hour to find this mysterious young woman, but to no avail. As the night quickly came, she knew that she must be moving onward, stashing the bundle into the closest trunk she could manage…

And now, nearly four months later, Lexus had forgotten so easily about that day, until just then as she held the bundle with her hands. Slowly, she pulled back the silk, marveling in its texture and only then becoming breaktaking, at what was within. A series of books, three in total it would appear. The books bound in a white leather, with a odd gold inscription, each indicating three separate names. The book on top, Lexus picked… laying the other two aside. It read.. Samantha. With a delicate touch, she opened, marveling in the fact that it was written within her own tongue. She settled down, to read.

Samantha\'s Story

I write now, even though I know not who shall ever see what I have written, but I take it in stride for it is my only release, from the life of which I have yet to grow accustom to. My first memories of Mandalay, would be a bustling exotic port city, of which importing and exporting spices, was the main cultivation. I had only recently arrived, sad and alone with desperation as my only friend. The life that I left behind in Tyran\'s Cove, had been only a mere shadow of myself. With only, the clothes on my back and a few mere coins in my pocket, I walked the streets listening to all that went on around me. I found myself, in the rank and dirty underbelly of the city. It was no longer beautiful, but frightening. I am not sure what exactly, I did to drive attention to myself, but alas I gained the attention of a woman. I leaned against a wall, looking at this strange coach, so out of place within the squalor and rancid activities around me. Mesmerized, one could say, and slowly then did I see a feminine hand reach out, adorned with the jewelry of which I could never remember seeing upon one single hand. And finally, a voice. \"Come here, child… \"

The voice rang out, smooth and fluid in its hypnotizing trance. I found myself approaching not of my free will. The coach door, spread open in a inviting way. \"Come inside, child. The night shall only get darker and cold.\" Inside, I stepped, I could smell perfume emitting from the woman of which I could yet put a face to, filling my nostrils with a burning sensation. The shadows working their wonder, in seizing the woman\'s face. I don’t really remember the woman talking to me, as the coach traveled for what would seem the better of a half of an hour. I was to upswept in the movement and the lights around me, for as the coach traveled out of the underbelly of the city, the scenery around changed, giving light to where there was none. Finally, the coach stopped, I tried to strain my neck to look out the window to see where exactly we had stopped. But the shadow of a person falling quickly over the window, my gaze was halted. The door swung open, and standing before the door was the dark form of a man. My first thoughts, were that he was so very tall. Again, came the voice of the woman. \"Sebastian, take the girl, clean the filth from her, then bring her to my chambers for proper inspection.\" A large hand out swept over my small boned wrist, grasping and pulling me from the coach. I did nothing, but follow, keeping my silence around me as a cloak.

Perhaps the man took pity upon me, offering a crystal goblet filled with a dark colored liquid, he told me to drink it, that I was no longer in harm, that it would relax me. I drank, instantly filling the effects of euphoria starting to strangle my nerve. I only remember bits and pieces of what came next. The feeling of coldness against my skin, making me realize I was no longer clothed, and the feel of warm water as it was poured over my body and head. Then the gentle combing of my hair, and at last the silky feel of a robe being placed over me. The Man took my hand, and told me to lay down upon several cushions, I did and I slept.. for how long I do not remember. When I awoke, I seen him staring at me. He was handsome in his own way, perhaps in his late 40\'s, grey starting to tinge out over his temples.. giving him such a regal look. He smiled, coming close to where I was laying, I soon realized that he was gathering me into his arms. He took me out of the room of which I was in, starting towards a grand staircase, lined in what looked of gold and silver. Then finally, he brought me to a closed door, opening it he placed me to my feet.. \"Go lass, someone awaits you.\" He whispered, brushing his soft lips across my temple, and perhaps his large hand out over my breast, as he let me go.

He stayed behind me, within the shadows as I stepped more into the center of the room, it was then that I realized the whole left side of the room, was open, only being covered by veils of silk that swept in the movement of the wind, beyond that I could hear the crashing of waves and the smell of jasmine and salt lingering in the air. During this time, my attention was wavered by the voice of the woman that I had heard in the streets. \"Come into the light, child\" Turning, I stepped inward so that the light could fall upon me, and there I could finally see the woman who had remained a mystery to me. She was beautiful in her own way, she appeared to be in middle age, only the light reddish color of her hair covered her, bare beyond that. I felt the breath catch in my throat, and as I turned back towards the Man in the shadows, as if looking for reassurance, I seen his hand stretch out in a movement of which would only mean for me to go to the woman. With hesitant steps, I walked until I was standing right before her.

\"What is your name, child?\" She spoke with the same hypnotizing trance as before. I felt as if I had lost my voice, but somehow it came to me. \"Samantha.. \" I muttered, my eyes taking me over the lush and vibrant things around me. \"How old are you, Samantha?\" The woman spoke a loud.

\"I am 18… “

\"Still so young...\" The woman whispered out with a sigh. \"Sebastian! Come!\" The Man from before, came out of his place within the shadows, I could now feel him standing behind me. \"Undress her, I wish to see what is beneath the robe.\" Panic froze over me, I had never been unrobed within the presence of another woman or a man for that matter…I had so easily forgotten that the Man had only bathed me hours before. Swiftly, I felt his hands come up beneath my arms, around to my stomach and with quick fluid motions, the robe was taken from my body, revealing in my naked form. Then his hands, came up beneath my arms, raising them outward beyond my body... In that moment, I felt more naked than I had ever felt before. The air that blew in from the ocean, seemed to brush past my naked flesh, making my nipples stiffen in shame. The woman\'s eyes, surveyed over my body, taking in either approval or disapproval at what she seen. \"Are you still intact?\" She spoke quickly, as she stood to her feet. \"Intact?\" I whispered, not understanding what the woman spoke about. \"Your innocence, child... Is it still intact?\" Shaking my head, I instantly knew what she meant.. \"Yes, Ma\'mam…I am a virgin… “

Her nose wrinkled in slight disbelief at what I had said. With a wave of her hand, I felt the Man\'s arms pick up, and take me over towards a bed in the corner of the room, I was surprised that I had not seen it before. Laying me upon it, I relished in the feel of the silk sheets against my flesh. \"Examine her, Sebastian.. See whether she has a lying tongue.\" Sebastian\'s hands came gently around my legs, in which to pull them apart. With a small protest, I tried to clamp them shut, my own hands moving downward to try and prevent it. I found soon enough, the woman above me, and with quick movements she took my hands into her own, in a way to hold me still. \"Shhh... child, no hurt shall come to you.\" I felt the soft strokes of her hands, against my head. And then, again, Sebastian\'s hands pulling me apart. His large hand, wasted no time, in pressing between my thighs, his finger inserting sharply inside of my body. However, it didn’t go far, and then it was gone completely.. \"She has not lied, she is indeed intact.\" I wanted so desperately to yell out at both of them, but I kept my tongue. \"Good, good.\" The woman spoke. \"Now, child listen to me, and listen to what I am offering you.\"

She continued to stroke down the river of ebony hair that was my own. \"My name is Eugenia, I am of the House DeMedici..My buisness.. pleasures of the flesh.\" Slowly, my eyes turned upward at her, listening to the voice that had such an effect upon me. \"I normally do not take girls off the street, to put them directly into salons. I had at first thought, you would be a good servant girl… but now, upon seeing you.. and learning that you are intact.. My visions have changed.\" I wondered silently to myself, what she was speaking about. \"You are a bit rough around the edges, but with Sebastian\'s help and my guidance... you could become far better than you are now. “She continued to sweep her hand down over her head and face, the mere touch was as soft as the silk I laid upon. Finally, I spoke.. \"Miss ... I am not staying here, I am moving on. “With a laugh, she patted my head, \"Samantha dear… Do you really think you could last a night upon the streets of which I found you? I am offering you protection, fineries of which I am sure you have never possessed. And the feeling of ... belonging… “The words she used, were intent to give the feeling of being wanted and secure.

\"No, Miss.. I guess you are right.. \" I finally whispered, even now as I listened, I knew that I would never get out of this place alive.. I don’t think she had no intentions of letting me go. \"Good!\" She exclaimed, leaning down to press her lips to my forehead. \"Your lessons shall start in the morning… \" She rose up, from the bed...looking towards Sebastian. \"She shall stay here tonight... I have other things that must be taken care of.. Sebastian, you will stay by her side, in the case that she changes her mind. \" She gave him a wink. His response was a cold... \"As you wish.” he seemed to regard her carefully, his words of which were trained. \"And be in my mind, she is to remain intact... other than that... Do as you wish with her.\" Then she was gone. I turned to look upon Sebastian, not sure of what the night was to bring. Feeling his body, lay out beside me, he covered me with his arms… whispering in to my ear. \"Sleep, Samantha... The morning shall come soon enough, and then your new life shall begin.\" His words were an epiphany.

As the morning sun, shown outward casting its glow of warmth across my face, I awakened. The world to me looked fresh and new. I turned slightly to find that I was alone, Sebastian was not there. But soon, I heard his steps come close to the bed. \"Arise, Samantha… We have much to do.\" Still naked, trying to cover myself with the sheet, I arose, and now fully seeing the room before me, I was astounded. The floors were cast in marble, the color of which a sad rose. Beyond the opening of the room, of which the silk coverings still swayed in the breeze, was a terrace, that looked out over the ocean, beneath was rocks that lined the jagged the coast line.. No way to escape.. or no way to get in. \"This shall be your room, Samantha.. Change it if you like, it is up to you.\" With these words, I was even more confused. I really began to wonder what dream I had not awoken from. Taking my hand, he pulled the bed sheet away from my body. \"Your modesty shall be the first thing, that you shall have to loose.\" His words soft, as he spoke them. \"Now, come here… I must get ready to present you.\"

I was moved into a chair, articles of hair supplies and colors of which would adorn the face were brought beside me in a tray. For hours, Sebastian worked upon my hair, my face and my body. A layer of gold paint was smoothed over every inch of my flesh, making my once cream colored skin, bright and warm with its golden hue. Small jewels, all of Sapphires, he clasped to my nipples and incased into my navel. Intricate bands of gold and silver were placed around my upper arms. Even my dark pubic hair, was combed and adorned with the jewels. The light reflecting and dancing off of them, tracing small rainbows of light across my now gold colored skin. My long ebony hair, was curled and lifted away from my face. Finally, he told me to stand. Upon my hips, he fastened another silk scarf, laced with more sapphires, the color a pale blue. Standing back, he looked over me, as if gauging his work… A smile coming across his face. \"Come, Samantha...\" He turned, and walked out of the chambers, I followed him in a curious manner. The halls were empty, but I could hear voices coming from closed doors, the voices of other women. Finally, he led me out into the Sun, and towards the form of Eugenia sitting at a rounded table, having what looked to be her morning breakfast. \"Miss Eugenia… I present you with, Samantha.\" He moved out of the way, finally I was standing alone…

The woman\'s mouth seemed to drop, but quickly catching itself as she gazed at me. A smile of brilliant approval shown across her face. \"Sebastian, you never cease to amaze me with your work.\" Standing she walked towards me, then circling me several times. \"The hues of blue, suit her..\" Her arms, crossed beneath her breasts, still as she watched me. Then finally she turned and walked back to her chair, sitting. \"Samantha, come and sit.. We shall discuss now what I expect of you.\" Slowly, I went to her, taking a seat ... the jewels lining my sex, became instantly uncomfortable, but I managed just the same. In the sun, the paint that adorned my body began to feel heavy and unnatural. \"The first thing.. is your name.. “She paused, and then smiled once more.”You will no longer be known as Samantha..You have been born again, as Bleu DeMedici.. “

A few flickering of thick lashes, I could feel beneath my eyes, I was stunned.. Why was she changing my name? … She gave no more information to her reasons, as she continued. \"You will do as I say, and in return you shall have everything that you ever desired. You will learn how to carry yourself, how to speak with your body and without your voice.. Pleasures of which both Men and Women, enjoy shall be your study. “I could slowly feel my will drawing away from me, the person I was before, Samantha… was slowly dying along with Eugenia\'s words… and new woman… this Bleu DeMedici was actually being reborn in her place. \"Now the matter of your innocence… That shall be the event of tonight’s ball. You are beautiful, Bleu… and many shall see your graces and beauty.. and they will pay a high price for you.. I am sure of it... then tomorrow, we shall start your studies... \"She laughed, clasping her hands together.. \"Sebastian!\" She called, he quickly coming to her... \"Yes, Miss Eugenia?\" She turned to look up at him. \"Take Bleu to the salon; let her meet the other girls… The ball will be commencing at noon... Make sure she is displayed, lead her… “Then she waved him off.. He leaned down and whispered to me. \"Come, Bleu.\" Slowly I stood up… I had not muttered a word the entire time. I tried to fight hard to find my voice, to say I would not do this! It was absurd! I would not become a whore! But I couldn’t, my tongue was locked tight.

Sebastian lead me into the salon, everything was in a bustle. There were women everywhere, of every shape and size imaginable. But the one thing that I noticed… They were not painted like I was... I soon came to realize, I was the Main attraction here. The women\'s eyes, seemed to linger upon me as the little groups of which they were in, commenced to whispers between them. Sebastian, gave smiles to all that we passed, then coming to the end of the room, he spoke to all of them. \"Ladies, this is Bleu.. Make her feel at home, she is your new Sister... “That is all he said, then he led me over to a table that was situated in the center, blossoms of flowers were arranged overtop. Soon, servants came, bringing food to the tables around me, setting plates in front of all of the girls.. I tried to count how many there was... it looked to be around 30 or so all together. My mind was a whirl wind, and then as the servants approached the table where I was seated, they bowed low to me, then sat a plate of fruit and bread before me. \"Bleu, eat what you will.. \" Sebastian spoke into my ear. Then out of the corner of my eye, I had seen the form of a young woman, close to my own age. She was if not the most beautiful woman in the room. She gave me a small smile, taking a seat next to my own... Her small naturally tanned skin, came out plucking a piece of fruit from her plate, eating it very quickly. She turned then to look at me.. \"Hi, I am Kacinda.\" She smiled. \"You must be Bleu, correct?\" With a nod of my head.. \"Yes, I am Sam...” I paused... \"Bleu..” Turning my eyes back to the plate, that remained untouched before me, I sighed softly. \"Oh, don’t be so sad...” Kacinda whispered into my ear. \"You are the center of attention here.. this table is reserved only for my Mother\'s most prized Courtesans\" She laughed softly. \"Your Mother?\" I gasped.. \"Oh yes, Eugenia is my Mother. She will of course, wish for you to call her Mother.. but I am her daughter my blood.\"

I listened to what everything the girl said. \"Everyone is very surprised, that she chose you for tonight’s ball. Some of the girls are a bit sore over it, but no worries. \" She leaned over pressing her soft warm lips to my cheek. \"Hurry up and eat, the servants take the plates so quickly!\" Nodding my head, I tried to eat what I could.. but it was no use.. I was feeling sick to my stomach. As the morning hours passed, I watched and listened to what was going on around me. I soon learned that we were called Courtesans. Trained in the high arts of pleasure, and given at a more higher price to any that could afford. Our one true purpose was to find the \'elite\' one of which, would pay and keep us within the life of which we were trained.

At precisely noon, guests began to arrive.. I was taken and placed beneath a tall umbrella like station situated beside a crystal clear like pool of water… Statues lining the gardens behind me. I would have guessed, this was what was in mind to \'merchandise\' me. Sebastian, ever vigilant at my side, he spoke softly into my ear, speaking of who was who…and who had the most money, and of course who had taken interest in me. As the hours passed from afternoon into evening, I was becoming tired, the ogling and roving eyes of both Noble Men and Women was becoming to much for me to deal with. It was then, that I noticed, the Young Man standing off to the side. He was tall, perhaps a few years older than me, the tousled locks of blonde hair, made him seen angelic in all ways. Sebastian then whispered into my ear…\"Sir Tristan, has been glued to his feet there the whole day, taking you in. I do believe, he is to make a offer to Madame Eugenia. \" I continued to watch Tristan, my heart beating within my chest. Perhaps, this was not as bad as I had once thought. \"He fancies you, Bleu…Do you wish to speak with him?\" I looked up at Sebastian, \"I do not know what to say to him, Sebastian…\" I whispered, keeping my gaze upon Tristan\'s form.. A smile he then gave to me, as I turned back to Sebastian.. \"Miss Bleu, you do not have to speak to anyone unless you wish to.\" He patted gently the top of my hair, making a few arrangements of my hair. I then caught site of Eugenia, watching her mingle with the crowd. She was talking to several men, of which ever so often would peer in my direction. One of which, who I had noticed had been giving me the most lewd of looks…

His eyes, having never roamed up to my face… It was my body, he was more interested in. He was horrible to look upon, layers of fat... I knew lay hidden within his noble robes. Eugenia, nodded her head a few times, then left the group. She walked then to Tristan, speaking to him.. I tried to understand the movement of their lips, but I could not make out any words. The whole time, I was hoping that perhaps arrangements she was making with him… Tristan, looked back again in my direction... he nodded with a sigh to Eugenia… Then turned and walked away… Finally, Eugenia came to me… \"Sebastian.. take her to her chambers.. “She looked down at me and smiled. \"You have done well today, Bleu.. More so than I imagined.. You have brought me a great profit.. “Yet, she did not reveal as to who was to do the honor of my company.. I secretly hoped and wished it was Tristan. Sebastian, gently helping me to stand, lead me back inside the Villa, and towards my own chambers.. I caught glimpse of Tristan, just off to the side of my chambers, my heart beating fastly as I just knew that it was to be him, why else would he be so close. Finally, within, Sebastian bolted the door. \"Bleu, rest.. You have a hour before, your time is to come.\" He removed the silk wrap from my waist, leaving me naked and adorned with only the jewels to keep me company. He then sat down into a chair, watching me. I took this as yes… I must sleep... I went and laid down upon my bed, my eyes closing... finding myself soon to be asleep.

When I awoke, all was dark around me. I rose up, and looked to where Sebastian was suppose to be, he was no longer there.. \"Sebastian?\" I called out, as I moved from the bed. No answer came in response. I moved towards the veranda, to see maybe that he was outside… The soft caress of the silk as it swayed, caressed over my naked flesh.. He was not there either. As I turned to step back inside.. I saw the shadows move and someone step forward. \"Sebastian!\" I called, but my breath quickly catching in my throat as I saw the Man standing there was not Sebastian… nor my Tristan… It was the awful Noble Man, who had been giving me the lewd looks! I bolted over to the side, the Man\'s voice coming out in a chuckle. \"Not so fast, young one!\" His hand darting out, to grab onto my upper arm, with one quick sling I found myself jolted back upon the bed. I tried to move backwards, but found myself trapped against the majestic headboard. I could hear the loosening of buckles, and then the drop of robes. A light flickered on, and the room became illuminate.

The Man, was standing before me, in all his ugly naked glory. His cock, hanging flaccid between his legs, poking out from beneath layers of fat rolls. I was struck with terror.. And this he seen in my eyes, as suddenly the once flaccid member became fully erect. He was upon me within seconds, smothering me with his weight. My arms being wrenched out above my head, quickly being bound there by ropes that were not suppose to be there. I tried to kick outward at the mass of flesh that was covering me. But he hard strong hands, came around my ankles, spreading me lewdly open…only to be bound in that position. I twisted and yanked on my binds, but to no use. The Noble Man, rose off of me, bringing the light of the lamp closer as to look down upon my naked golden form. \"I do believe this is the best that my money could buy!\" He chuckled, taking his cock into his hand, I almost wondered how he could grip the thing, so much blubber around his waist. Edging his way onto the bed, the other end seemed to slightly come up, my body moving to the side just a bit. \"So pretty..\" He muttered, as his hands came out to grip the ripe globes of my breast. Tears coming to my eyes, as the painful squeezes that he gave to them. Fat digits, coming around my nipples, pinching and pulling until they became hard. The paint that covered my breasts and nipples were being forcefully rubbed off.

\"Such nice tits.. eager little nipple too!\" He roared with laughter. His mouth coming down to harshly take the left nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting upon the tender flesh.. I cried out, but only seemed to urge the Man on, he sucked and licked hard, yanking them away from my breast. Trying to get milk, where there was none. Finally, he let go. The nipple showing in the light of the lamp, red and slicked with salvia, protruding hard out from my breast. The tears that ran down my cheeks, began to cloud my eyes. \"Come on cry, you slut!\" He bellowed. Moving atop me, he straddled my breast.. His huge ass cheeks resting painful against them, nearly suffocating the air from my lungs. Using his cock, he slapped me several times in the face with it. The cock, hard and throbbing.. A good, 7 inches, and thick in its girth. \"Like that cock, don’t you? Come on say it!\" He yelled out, continuing his battering of my face with it. Managing, I spoke out.. \"yes\" So soft the sound of the whimper. \"Now take it in your mouth, and suck it, bitch\" With a shake of my head, I protested. His large hand coming out to forcefully open my mouth, within seconds.. His cock was stuffed within my mouth. Loud moans coming from him, as he rocked it back and forth, forcing me to suckle it. After a while, of doing this... He withdrew it, moving down my body. His rough tongue, sliding down over my skin.

Finally he sat between my legs, my body spread open wide for him to see every inch of my cunt. His battering hand came down, cupping the mound of my sex, rubbing it vigorously. Finding, my clit. His thumb, pinched and pulled in the same manner has he had done with my nipples. I howled out in pain, the feeling as if he was trying to jerk the plump piece of flesh off my body. \"You like that don’t you, slut?\" He spoke with a rough voice. \"Nice little clit, already beginning to swell with your desire for me!\" Chuckling, he leaned down in front of me, his hands coming around to hold my hips up to his mouth. The feel of his tongue roughly cutting out across my exposed sex. Again, I screamed out, the tears and sobs racking me. The more I seemed to screamed, the more he grunted taking in my flesh with his tongue and mouth. I could see his head moving quickly about, between my thighs, devouring me.

Despite, the fact I was hating what he was doing, my body was quickly deceiving me.. The folds of my sex, quickly becoming laced with juice. Then with one quick shove inward, I felt his finger impale me, but yet it wasn’t enough to break the boundary of my virginity, he was careful about this. All the while, he muttered, … \"Such a good cunt, tasty…swelled clit, begging for me. \" In vain, was shaking my head, calling out no, please stop… but he wouldn’t listen. My first orgasm came quick, flooding his mouth with my warm honey juices. Satisfied, he raised up, looking towards me. \"Good girl, cum for me again…won`t you?\" He raised up my hips, with one hand, the other wrapping around his cock…He tapped the head against the swell of my clit, sending sensations of pleasure out over my body. Biting down upon my lip, I tried not to moan out.. but it was no use. I could feel the bulbous head of his cock, positioning at the entry of my sex. With one quick and hard shove inward, he broke past the boundary. I jerked and screamed, the pain so intense, I could feel him ripping through me. He made one long groan, becoming situated within the confines of my cunt, holding it there. \"Get off me, please! It hurts!\" I screamed, over and over. But it was no use, he continued to pelt his cock into me, not holding back as my pleading began to grow worse and worse. Crying through all of it, I was not receiving any pleasure from this at all. The lower part of my body, began to grow numb…and finally, he grunted several times and laid down flat upon me, his body heaving.. He had climaxed.

After a few minutes, he raised up, and slid himself from me.. The pain of him going from me, was just as intense as it was when he first entered. He finally unbound me, and walked away, out of the room. Sebastian came in quickly after, coming to my side. My body sore, that even Sebastian\'s touch was to much. \"Come on cherie, get you cleaned.\" He lifted me up, and as he moved me into the light, streaks of crimson were laced out over my thighs. The evidence of my virginity. That night, was the first lesson that Eugenia taught me. Later, I found out that Tristan had offered to pay more than the Noble, but because Eugenia wanting this to be a lesson to me, wouldn’t allow for Tristan to take me. This was her way of \'toughening\' and making me \'cold\' to sex. She knew that if this happened then, I would be much more easier to control. The days after, she lavished gifts and trinkets upon me. Praising me at every turn.

\"Bleu, you did good for me\" She smiled, patting the side of my face. \"Men do not love, they only wish to fuck. They pay, for what their wives will not do. You have the control over them, don’t you see? Its either be controlled…or control. I am giving you the choice.. You make what your life is; I am only giving you the direction in which to go. Never again, will you feel alone, or not wanted. You are the dream of which every man has dreamed since he was shitting in diapers. You are to good, to love the likes of which.. “Staring out at the floor, I continued to listen to her, on and on she went. This was her way, of keeping me in line, making me think that only she and the others like me, were only worthy of my love.

As the days turned into months, and the months turned into years. Eugenia molded me into the person that she made… this Bleu DeMedici. I was never allowed to say my true name, or to give my heart to another. It was strictly forbidden, to even have the slightest touch of love for another outside the Villa… Even now, as I write this I am in fear that she will find out, and burn it and I will be cast out, from the life that I am not accustomed to…but any other life, I am no longer fit for. In my dreams, I am Samantha.. And every day, I hide behind the mask known as Bleu.

Lexus, closed the book… Slightly still reeling from what she had read. Slowly she turned to look at the other two books…She had not even lifted the cover of those… but she knew right off…that they were more of Samantha\'s testimony. The second book was named, Tristan.