Here it is, as promised, the first chapter of my latest offering to the
Gods of fiction, the prequel to "No Secret". I am very proud of this, and
have to offer huge amount of thanks to Darkwolf for all of her help on
this.through writer's block, stress and general neuroticness, she's just
quote some Bowie at me and suddenly it didn't all seem so bad. Not sure
what inspired me to write this fic, but here goes anyway.
Magenta's POV by the way. If it goes down well I MIGHT do a Riff's POV for the same fic (called "milking the franchise", I believe. Enjoy!
******* Absolute obedience to the master was the Transylvanian way. Riff Raff and I had been born into a lower class family, so we were brought up knowing that we would amount to little more than menial tasks and service. We never thought twice about our role within society, but from an early age we had envied and resented the upper classes, even the family were in service of; The Furters, Transylvanian nobility. Our father had passed away shortly before I was born, suicide, when my brother was four years old, leaving just our mother to take care of us. As a result, we had both been working from almost as soon as we could walk. The Furters had a son, Frank, seven years my senior, who we often waited upon. For the earlier years we had been simply playmates, indulging in innocent games to cater to Frank's every care, but as the young master had matured, so too the games began to take on a more sinister tone and by the age of 13 I had lost all but a shred of my innocence. I still held onto my virginity but there was little else left of my honour. My brother was always protective of me and I knew that Frank's behaviour towards me upset and angered him, but we were both powerless against him. He was our master and we had to bow to his every whim.
A part of me believes that it was Frank's unwanted attention that drove us into each other's arms. We were just two kids trying to earn a bit of extra cash for our family but we were so alone, Frank's behaviour alienated us and we saw little of any other youngsters, even the other servants our age spent little time with us. It started like any other relationship, we would exchange coy glances, play on each other's words, deliberately brush past each other now and then, but there it stopped. We were brother and sister, we weren't allowed to be in love like that! It was never mentioned and we both pushed it to the back of our minds. If anything should happen between us and be discovered then we would almost certainly be cut off from society. Sexual deviation was considered perfectly acceptable on Transsexual, but incest was an arrestable offence. Both Riff and I prayed that the feelings would go away by themselves, that our repression of them would speed this along. For a time, we prevailed. But our denial was not to last.
I had been a relatively late developer. I didn't have any recognisably female features until well into my fourteenth year. I knew that I wasn't much to look at. My brother would often tell em how lucky he felt to be related to what he described as his "beautiful creature" but I couldn't believe him. I was never in the company of males other than Frank and Riff so I had never felt like an object of desire. It was an aspect of myself I had never been able to realise.
Magenta's POV by the way. If it goes down well I MIGHT do a Riff's POV for the same fic (called "milking the franchise", I believe. Enjoy!
******* Absolute obedience to the master was the Transylvanian way. Riff Raff and I had been born into a lower class family, so we were brought up knowing that we would amount to little more than menial tasks and service. We never thought twice about our role within society, but from an early age we had envied and resented the upper classes, even the family were in service of; The Furters, Transylvanian nobility. Our father had passed away shortly before I was born, suicide, when my brother was four years old, leaving just our mother to take care of us. As a result, we had both been working from almost as soon as we could walk. The Furters had a son, Frank, seven years my senior, who we often waited upon. For the earlier years we had been simply playmates, indulging in innocent games to cater to Frank's every care, but as the young master had matured, so too the games began to take on a more sinister tone and by the age of 13 I had lost all but a shred of my innocence. I still held onto my virginity but there was little else left of my honour. My brother was always protective of me and I knew that Frank's behaviour towards me upset and angered him, but we were both powerless against him. He was our master and we had to bow to his every whim.
A part of me believes that it was Frank's unwanted attention that drove us into each other's arms. We were just two kids trying to earn a bit of extra cash for our family but we were so alone, Frank's behaviour alienated us and we saw little of any other youngsters, even the other servants our age spent little time with us. It started like any other relationship, we would exchange coy glances, play on each other's words, deliberately brush past each other now and then, but there it stopped. We were brother and sister, we weren't allowed to be in love like that! It was never mentioned and we both pushed it to the back of our minds. If anything should happen between us and be discovered then we would almost certainly be cut off from society. Sexual deviation was considered perfectly acceptable on Transsexual, but incest was an arrestable offence. Both Riff and I prayed that the feelings would go away by themselves, that our repression of them would speed this along. For a time, we prevailed. But our denial was not to last.
I had been a relatively late developer. I didn't have any recognisably female features until well into my fourteenth year. I knew that I wasn't much to look at. My brother would often tell em how lucky he felt to be related to what he described as his "beautiful creature" but I couldn't believe him. I was never in the company of males other than Frank and Riff so I had never felt like an object of desire. It was an aspect of myself I had never been able to realise.