Breaking the Girl

originally posted January 4, 2006

For several hands, I labored. Breaking this girl was one of the most profound challenges of my life. I was scratched, bitten and bled. At one particular go around, she nearly broke my arm. Eventually, I brought her under control. She submitted herself to my will. She serves me dutifully now. She is by no means docile and is prone to lashing out, but I have decided to keep her. Tasta is a sleek beast with golden eyes and a dark, shining mane. She is the first girl on the chain of the Boarding House. Every red door whore complies with her directives without complaint, hesitance or compromise.
Tasta is a sleen.
She is a forest sleen, to be exact. At fifteen feet in length with six legs and a set of ravenous teeth, she is eager to please. For the price of several bruised ribs, a sprained arm and numerous cuts and lacerations, she has allowed herself to be commanded. She has learned every whore in the Boarding House, memorized their scents. The companion, too, has been learned. My investments now have an added layer of protection beyond the sentries posted outside the red door of the Boarding House and before the gates of Samsara. Yes, Tasta knows Joy. She protects my investments and she protects my treasures, too.
It will be necessary to keep her on a short leash. Like the whores of my Boarding House, she is a collared animal. One who, from time to time, can be expected to test the strength of her chains. Fearing the unpredictability of wild animals, even those recently domesticated, Sana expressed her concern as Tasta learned her. The beast butted its massive head against her flanks and pressed its snout against her crotch, beneath her arms. It took, too, the scent of her throat and hair. I attempted, indulgent fellow that I am, to assuage the completely rational horror of the slave girl.
"Do not be afraid, Sana," I said. "If Tasta mains or kills you, she will be duly punished."