Lady Ragenta: The Assessment Part 5 (The final part)

 Enta and Leta 

kneeling chained on the bed of a slave wagon

Lady Ragenta

The Assessment

Part 5 (the final part)

In the Forest West of Victoria

Near the Villa of Dantor

 

          Ragenta stumbled again. She had never imagined how hard it could be to walk barefoot through the wood. The sun warmed stones of the streets of Victoria had been bad enough on the soft and tender flesh of her feet. But the path through the forest was worse as she was constantly stepping on sharp stones and pieces of wood that strung the bottom of her feet. To complicate things having her hands bound in the small of her back didn’t help her balance. That she was connected to Leta by a neck rope and that Leta was able to move quicker as her feet were used to walking barefoot. Leta had tried to slow the pace as much as she could knowing that her daughter was not used to this way of life having been pampered and waited on all her life. But then she had to keep the pace set by the man who held the leading rope of the coffle.

          Leta’s emotions were raw and on edge, warring with each other. She wanted to badly get to the Villa because her daughter Sena was there, and it was being raided. But she didn’t want to have her other daughter Ragenta following her into something that could very well end with the collar on her neck not coming off ever again unless to be replaced by the collar of her new owner. The air was filled with smoke from buildings being burned and the screams of slaves and the ringing of steel on steel.

          “We are getting close,” The commander of the guardsmen said turning to the guard who held the rope of the two slaves. “Silence them both. I don’t want either of them crying out by accident and betraying our presence to the raiders.” Their guard reached into a pouch and produced two over the mouth slave gags. Stepping to Leta first she automatically opened her mouth for him which he stuffed the leather wadding in before wrapping the strap sewn to the wadding about her lower face binding it in place at the back of her head. Ragenta at seeing the gags being so ready wondered why rope and binding fiber had been used on them instead of chains and cuffs. Then it registered, chain and cuffs were a better form of securing slaves and prisoners, but rope and fiber didn’t make noise when they moved.

          “Master! Please, I have important information that I must tell my Master. It may concern what is happening.” Ragenta pleaded when it was her turn to be gagged. A shape strike of a back hand across her mouth sent her falling to the ground looking up from her back. This was the second time this had happened to her in her life. Only this time there was no rage, only fear as she was only a slave as far as any was concerned but Dantor and her mother.

          “Who gave you permission to speak slave!” Growled the Commander who has struck her.

          “No one, Master.” She quickly answered. Just as quickly she squirmed and moved herself to her knees to kneel as a slave before him. “Master, please, girl begs to speak to her Master the noble Dantor. She has vital information that she was unable due to her muzzle to inform him of before now that may have something to do with the attack on the Villa. Please, Master, she begs you.” Dantor was the only one that could restore her to her former life. The collar on her neck was very real and locked securely on her neck. She saw their guard lift his hand the five bladed slave whip in his hand, when it was caught by the wrist just before it fell.

          “Enta may be fresh to the collar, but she is a very bright wench.” Smiles Dantor holding the guard’s wrist. “Perhaps we should see what she was willing to listen to what she felt worth being cuffed or whipped over.” His smiled faded as he looked down at her naked on her knees, her thighs parted before men. “Tell me, little slave, what was worth the lash to tell me.”

          “Yes, Master,” she said slowly. Ragenta had noted that there was no softness in his voice or eyes when he looked upon and spoke to her. She had been spoken to and regarded as what she appears to all about, a naked kajira. “Master, prior to your return to collect me at the House of Chain and the Mistress feeling the need to gag this girl.” Tears formed in her eyes as she addressed her old mentor and friend as if she was one of his slaves. “Girl heard the Master called Norac making comments about Mistress Ragenta, speaking of her in a manner that I think she might be in danger. Especially, since he vanished from the assessment chambers before certain things went missing.” Dantor’s eyes went cold as he looked in the direction of the Villa.

          “Arnas! Rally the men, we must hurry, This is more that a raid to steal a few field slaves. This is an attack to take the Lady Ragenta!” No sooner had the orders been given and the men split into two squads. Dantor pulled Leta over, turning her about freeing her wrists and removing the gag. Then turning her to face him. “Take Enta and get her back to the Villa via the secret tunnel. You must keep her from being taken. I will go rescue the Lady.” He kissed her deeply then was gone with the others towards the Villa. Leta then pulled Ragenta to her feet and freed her wrists as well.

          “I know that you are head strong as me and your father, girl. But if you want to go back to your soft life and get out of the collar before your thigh is marked do exactly what I tell you to do. Follow me.” She ordered her daughter. There was no time to argue or debate and they both knew that. Leta had spent the last twenty years living as a slave on this estate. There was not much about it that she didn’t know. It was while cleaning one of the storage cellars that she discovered a long-forgotten tunnel. She had explored the tunnel for a few feet but not any further. If any came looking for her they would assume that she was attempting to run away. Which is something that she would never do. This Villa was part of her from the two Masters that she loved with all her heart to the two beautiful daughters, one who served beside her and the other she could only watch from hiding till now. No, Leta would never leave this place of her own will.

          A couple of nights later after having pleasured her Master in his chambers she told him of the tunnel. While the rest of the estate was secured and sleeping for the night. They had slipped out and she had shown him what she had found. Dantor had concluded that it was a hidden escape route constructed by the previous owners in case the Villa was attacked. They had even thought of using it to smuggle Ragenta in and out of the Villa when this whole mess started. Master had decided that it was best to not use it.

          Ragenta following her mother as the two slaves quickly moved through the woods. Just prior to reaching the outside end of the tunnel, Leta grabbed Ragenta and pulled her back placing her hand over her mouth. Then pointed down at something that looked out of place. Kneeling down Leta slowly cleared the debris off the trail to reveal a slave trap that had been placed. It had to be placed by the raiders in case any of the Villa’s people or slaves attempted to flee in this direction. If either of them had stepped in the trap triggering it. Steel jaws would have snapped closed pinning their ankle within the trap. Meaning that one or both of them would be caught as the only way to open it was with the key.

          To Ragenta’s surprise her mother cover the trap once more so it appeared undisturbed. Then they carefully stepped around it and were more watchful for others like it. Finally reaching the opening to the tunnel, Leta pulled back the camouflaged door and picked up a fire starter from just inside the opening. Lighting a small lamp, she motioned Ragenta in and closed the door behind them. The lamp illuminated the tunnel well, to the side were two tattered slave tunics that had been left there to be used as wicks for the lamp if need be. Handing one to her daughter then taking the other she tied the tattered rag about her waist. Ragenta didn’t know why her mother had done that, but it was something to wear and gratefully tied hers about her too. They walked in silence till the outline of another door was seen. Turning the lamp down low she put it and the fire starter on a small dug-out shelf before putting the lamp out all the way. Opening the door just a crack, Leta peaked out into the storeroom. Seeing nothing she slowly crept out towards the door to the courtyard which was ajar.

          Ragenta joined her at the door as they looked out at the carnage in the courtyard. The bodies of slain and wounded guardsmen and raiders littered the ground. Several buildings were either smoking or a blaze. At the far end of the courtyard, the raiders had almost two dozen slaves girls striped, bound, and in a rope coffle on their knees waiting to be ordered to depart the grounds with their new Masters.

          A scream pulled both of their attention towards the main house as they watched the house girl, Sally, being pulled from the house by a raider who had a firm hand tangled in her long brown hair, she was stripped already and had her wrists locked behind her in slave bracelets. In an couple ehn, she was kneeling behind the last girl in line and having the rope knotted about her throat. Leta started to rush out to help Sally, as they had been close friends for many years serving together in the house of their Master. Only Ragenta’s hand on her arm stopped her.

          “Mother, we must wait here and not be seen. We have to wait for Master and the others to get here, they must be trying to flank and surprise the raiders.” She whispered. Leta could only nod in understanding. So many friends in that coffle.

Another scream only this one of fury and rage, as two raiders were pulling a woman in the rich robes of a female slaver from the building by each arm. The two men laughed as she fought and struggled against their hold on her. Finally, one of them men got behind her and pinned her arms so she couldn’t move while the other face scripted her of her veils and jerked back her hood to reveal flowing locks of flame red hair.

“So the Lady Slaver is a fire crotch herself!” Laughed the man who had face stripped her. Sena’s eyes when wild and she spit at him which earned her the back of his hand across her face. “Ler’s see the rest of what we came for boys!” Which that his hands were at the neck of her robes as he started ripping them open and from her. Soon as Sena’s neck was fully exposed it showed that she had worn a slave collar the whole time under her robes. “She’s a slave! It’s a trick!”

Sena was struck from behind by the man who held her arms as she fell dazed to the ground where her assailant began to cut the robs from her body. Then her hands locked behind her in slave bracelets, she was taken to the coffle and added as the last slave in the line with the others. The mood of the men was bitter at they had been tricked into going after a slave decoy instead of the missing prize. Ragenta watched as they added her sister to the other slaves. Knowing that was supposed to be her coffle with the others instead.

About that time Leta let out a war cry and burst from the storeroom charging towards the bound slaves, intent to at least free them of the neck rope. At the same time Dantor and the others burst from the trees in a surprise counterattack. Ragenta looked on in horror and disbelief as she watched the heavy net drop from the roof of the storeroom and fall over her mother pinning her to the ground. Two men quickly rushed to her and reached in to secure her wrists behind her back as well before they pulled her from the webbing and ripped the rag from her hips.

“Another fire crotch!” Exclaimed a voice that sent a chill down the spine of Ragenta. Norac! “I think I know this one,” He laughed as Leta was pulled to her feet by her arms. Her hair was covering her face as Norac brushed the hair back to look at her. “No, not the Lady Andraus, but the resemblance is remarkable. Add her to the coffle with others.”

“Come, kajira.” The other man ordered Leta as she was being lead to the coffle of slave to be taken. Every fiber of her being screamed for her to fight and resist, her home, her love, her daughters were in peril. But she had been a slave most of her life. Now she was restrained and being escorted by a free man who had given her an order. She obeyed and was led towards the rows of kneeling slaves or soon to be slaves. Leta as house staff that had been free prior to this, the kitchen mistress, as well as the companion and daughters of the field master were now naked, bound, and kneeling on a common neck rope. Tears formed in her eyes as her world was coming to an end. Before she could be added to the rope her escort staggered back with a crossbow bolt protruding from his neck. Still grasping her arm, he pulled Leta down to the ground with him as he fell.

Leta looked in the direction from which the bolt had come. Her eyes went wide with horror as she saw Ragenta still wearing only the slave collar of Dantor and a tattered rag about her hips attempting to cock and charge a crossbow. NO, she screamed but no words came out. To any that saw her daughter, she was but another slave, a very beautiful slave, but just a slave not a free woman. And she had not only dared to touch a weapon, but she had just slain a free man. Before she could raise the weapon once more the leader who had captured her was turning and lifting a danger to throw at the girl.

“Lady Andraus,” He laughed, “My how the slave collar suits you. Now drop the weapon slave and I may let you live.” This had distracted her daughter long enough that she too was taken by a raider from behind her. Quickly disarmed she was just as quickly stripped and her hands locked in slave bracelets behind her. Leta’s heart sank as her daughter was thrust forward and presented to the leader who had addressed Ragenta as Lady Andraus. Looking at her naked body over with a smile then placing a finger under her chin to force her to look up to him. “But we both now know that is not your real name. Is it Ragenta” Laughing hard as he threw his head back and roared. “It seems that I have succeeded in my mission after all, pretty slave”

 

 

Only he never got the chance to say more as it was he who was distracted this time as a knife was thrust into his chest by the raider who held his prize. Finally looking into the face of his killer he saw the face of the Healer looking back at him before dropping to his knees first then the ground.

“I thought I told you two to go hide and stay there till this was over. You almost got to see some slave pens from the other side of the cage bars.” Dantor said not smiling.

“MASTER!” Leta screamed.

Her scream immediately drew both Dantor and Ragenta’s attention. Two more raiders had reached her where she laid on the ground next to her dead captor. One of them had his hand in her hair and was pulling her to her feet once more. The other covered his partner with Leta with his crossbow.

“Norac is dead!” the crossbowman called to the other. In the distance the sound of cavalry from Victoria coming closer. “Take the slaves we have and return to the boats. We have cavalry coming.”

Leta screamed out and tried to resist and was struck twice with the back of her new captor’s hand. Seeing this, Dantor forgot about Ragenta and that she too was naked save for his collar with her wrists locked behind her. He started for the two with his Leta. His progress was short as he sprouted a bolt in his chest and started to fall backwards onto Ragenta. She tried with all her strength to stop his fall but given her current state all she could do was break his fall as her legs buckled under her and she went down as well. She squirmed and wiggled as she tried to get out of under Dantor whose had her pinned to the ground. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she watched her mother join her sister on the neck rope. The roped slaves were then herded with switches out of the courtyard and away from the villa. The more she tried to get out from under him the more pain she caused Dantor.

“Ragenta, It is going to hurt but you have to get out from under me. The guardsmen from Victory are nearby. If they find you like you are, they will think you slave and if I pass out, you will be branded and in a holding pen by the time I recover if I recover.” He cried out as he tried to roll off her as she worked to get free of him. Finally, she was free of his body and knelt beside him helpless to do anything. “Turn around, kajira.” he said weakly. Quickly turning to present her chained wrists to him, she let out a sigh of relief when she felt the bracelets pop open freeing her. Immediately she turns to see to his wound. But she found a key thrust into her hand. “You have to get that collar off quickly. You don’t have much time but try to find something to cover yourself with.

Ragenta waisted no time inserting the key into the lock of her slave collar. Casting it to the side as soon as she was free of it. She looked about wildly. The house was too far and the only thing closer was the slave kennel for the field slaves. For an ihn she considered grabbing one of the field slaves’ tunics, but instantly rejected it as being found in a slave tunic was almost as bad as if she was discovered wearing nothing. Then she spotted the pile of her clothing that had been cut from Sena. Rushing to the pile of ruined tunics and robes, she cast about till she found her sandals as one of the house tunics that would be short to be sure and would reveal much of her charms and beauty, but that could not be helped. It was the first layer of clothing that she wore against her skin.

Pulling the cut tunic about her before bending down to place the sandals on her feet. There wasn’t much time as the thundering hooves of the tharlarion cavalry sounded as if they were just outside the gates. Looking at her wrists and seeing the telltale red marks that had been left by wearing slave bracelets or being bound. She was sure that her neck had similar marks from her wearing the collar. There was no way to hide them. Or was there. Rushing to the bodies of one of the raiders she quickly searched the pouches on his belt till she found what she was looking for. Grinning at her ingenuity as she picked up a thick leather leash collar with its leash attached to it. Wasting no time, she fastened the leash collar on her neck allowing the chain leash to dangle between her exposed breasts and belly. As she rushed back to Dantor’s side she locked the slave bracelets on her wrists once more this time before her body. Kneeling with her knees close together beside him she used some ruined tunics and veils to pack the wound around the bolt to slow the bleeding.

As the mounted soldiers charged into the courtyard of the Villa. The Officer in charge rode directly to where she was with Dantor.

“They went towards the river. They can’t move very fast as they have nearly 20 slaves on a neck rope.” Ragenta leaped to her feet holding her tunic closed with one braceleted hand and pointing in the direction that the raider had taken the slaves. The Officer looked down up her, frowning then to his men.

“Spread out and search for any stragglers. The slave says they headed for the river. Harta, we might catch them loading” Then looking down upon Ragenta with a disapproving glare. “I expected the slaves of the Noble Dantor to know that they should kneel in the presence of a free man.’

“I am not a slave!” she challenged defiantly. Then seeing the officer’s hand moving to a slave whip on his saddle, she swiftly decided it was best to kneel, but kept her knees pressed closely together while holding her tunic closed. “As I” she started to speak again but the officer stepped from his saddle with the slave whip in his hand. She had seen women under the whip when pressed confess themselves as slaves to get the beating to stop. Ragenta held no illusions that she would be any different under the lash. “May I speak,” pausing seeing the hand lift the whip, then added, “Master.”

“Speak, kajira” He answered eyes scanning the courtyard returning to the healer that had been with him that was tending to Dantor, then back at Ragenta.

“As I started to explain,” she paused then added, “Noble Master. Despite my appearance I am not a slave. I am, however, the Lady Ragenta, owner of the House of Chains. I was visiting and staying here at,” she was cut off by the officers roaring laugh.

“You the Lady Ragenta” He laughed again as he approached her. Then with the handle of the whip reached down and brought it up under the chain of the slave bracelets lifting her chained wrists over her head and allowing the cut tunic to fall open exposing her to his gaze. “You are too nicely curves to be that cold and calculating She-Tarsk. Now what is your name pretty kajira.”

“I am the Lady Ragenta. I was standing at the Villa for a visit when the brigands attacked. I had attempted to fight the outlaws when they entered the main house but was overpowered. I was face stripped and this leash collar placed on me. I was braceleted and being stripped to be added to the neck rope.”

“Let’s suppose that you are telling the truth, and that you are indeed the Lady Ragenta. Why were you not put on the rope and led off with the others?” he smirked not believing her story.

“The slave that was assigned to me for my stay, saw what was happening and attempted to distract my captors. While they were focused on her and turned their attention to capturing her as well, another slave slipped up and tried to take my leash when the men were distracted. Only she was caught as well but I was able to pull away and run. I ran and hid in a secret tunnel in that underground storeroom.” Inclining her head in the direction of storeroom.

“For the moment we will proceed on the assumption that you are a lying slave hoping to be freed and released instead of sent to City Pens or” He laughed before continuing, “to the House of Chains to be housed until your Master is well enough to claim you.  Let us see this storeroom, girl” taking her leash and leading her towards the broken door.

Nodding her head in understanding, Ragenta gave the expected response as to not anger the officer and make her situation worse, “Yes Master.” She had not totally lied about how the events played out. And she had not been found still wearing the collar of that declared her property of Dantor. Had that happened she would never have been believed. The officer looked back at her over his shoulder and smiled a predatory smile at her.

 “But first lets take care of those slave bracelets.” He said stopping and turned to face her. He unlocked the cuff on her left wrists and instead of removing the other pulled her wrists behind her and secured them once more. This caused the house tunic which was slit down the front to fall open once more revealing her completely to him. He didn’t believe her for an instant. The bold sleen ever lifted the ruined garment away from her body so that he could examine her body more closely. “It seems that a slave has not felt the iron yet. You may be telling the truth or just new to your collar and not yet branded,. Fear not that can been quickly taken care of in the City Pens or the House of Chains.”

Ragenta was both helpless and furious. She was helpless to anything other that follow and obey. The leash and slave bracelets saw to that nicely. And furious not at the Officer, after all given how he had found her. Why should he think she was anything but a slave until he learned otherwise. Though the lack of a slave brand should have caused him some doubts in her favor. The existence of the hidden tunnel would cause some more in her favor. But she knew her best and only real hope was in Dantor regaining consciousness and identifying her. Otherwise, she would be stripped of the tunic and loaded in the slave wagon that she had been in which just arrived with more guardsmen. One of the Villa collars, perhaps even the one she had just removed, would be found and locked on her prior to being transported back to Victoria. And as the officer said once she was in either slave pen, her marking would be seen to. By the time that Dantor recovered she would his marked and collared villa slave just as her mother and sister had been up till now.

This is why she was furious. Not at the officer, but herself. Dantor had warned her she was playing with fire, had asked her to reconsider what she was doing more than once. The last time just before the assessment that had not turned out as she had planned. But even if she had changed her mind that time, regardless of if Dantor had made good to make her spend a full passing of hands as one of his slaves or allowed her upon return to relax in the company of her rediscovered family. When the raiders attacked, she likely would have been taken like they had and led out of the villa on their neck rope. As she followed behind the officer on the leash her mind raced. No matter what she had done short of not coming to the Villa could have stopped all this from happening. Someone had wanted me out of the way bad enough that they had enlisted river pirates most likely as well as the services of the traitor Norac. As it was when Leta and her emerged from the tunnel, the storeroom was a wreck with broken cask and overturned crates and boxes all over.

“It is behind that large crate, Master.” Moving as close to it as she could get on the leash. It galled her to have to address him as Master when she spoke to him. She was a free woman of wealth and station. She could ruin him and have him caste out of Victoria in dishonor as she knew those in power. But then she would have to answer questions as to how he had offended her. And saying he treated her like a slave when she was found almost naked, chained and leash would not reflect well on her even during a raid. He moved around her towards the place she indicated. As he did she was bent forward at the waist over another crate, the back of her tunic lifted and tossed up over her back exposing her flanks as he nudged her thighs wider opening her more. While it was a sound tactical and defensive move to place her in such position. It was also a position for her to be taken as a slave as well.

“Well, well, you were telling the truth about the hidden tunnel, slave” he said. “Why did you not try and escape through the tunnel, kajira?”

“Because, Master, bound and exposed as I was, as well as not knowing where the tunnel would end. I dared now risk escaping the rope of a brigand only to find myself in the chains of another.” She answered. Ragenta braced herself for what she was sure was about to happen to her.

“Caperus! Caperus! Are you in there?” A male voice from outside

“Yes, what it is?” Caperus responded back to the voice calling from behind her. It was clear that Caperus as she now knew his name had not been pleased to have his sport with her interrupted.

“The Physician Dantor has woken and is asking to talk to you.” The voice replied.

“Tell the Noble Dantor that I will pay my respects to him in a moment.” He growled.

“He demands to know if we found a woman. He said that she could easily be mistaken for a slave. She was nearly taken by the raiders and had been tending his wounds when he passed out. Noble Caperus, he claims that the woman is the Lady Ragenta of the House of Chains.”

Ragenta bit her lower lip not to burst out in laughter as she felt the tunic pulled back down over buttocks to cover her shapely flanks. As the Officer known as Caperus swore and cursed while removing the slave bracelets from her wrists freeing her and letting her up. The leash collar was quickly removed, and his cloak was wrapped about her.

“Lady Ragenta, please forgive my treatment of you.” He said knowing that this could explode in his face.

“Noble Caperus, as a slaver I can understand your assumption and actions towards one who was as you found me. I may even forgive that. But a free woman of high standing, I can not do to you what I wish to do. I cannot have you stripped your rank and banished you from Victoria. I cannot do this for it would mean calling attention to how you found me. Something that I do not wish to have known. So, we will speak of this never again. But if I hear comments about me or my body or anything of that nature. I will summon the Black Caste to hunt you down and kill you.” She informed him of in a cold and menacing tone. She was after all a red head, and they are known for their tempers and as well as something that she was pleased that had not been seen.

 

As few ehn later she was kneeling beside the seriously wounded Dantor wrapped in the warrior’s cloak. She looked at him with concerned and caring eyes as she took his hand in hers.

“Dantor,” she smiled despite herself as she almost slipped and addressed him as Master after the recent events. “Please forgive me for not being able to save Leta and Sena.”

“There was nothing that you could have done, Ragenta.” He smiled at her weakly. He knew that her wounds were far greater that she was told. The bolt had sunk deeply within his chest, its barbed head severing nerves and he feared an artery. “I mean not to sound cold as I love them both so. But they are already slaves so they will only have a new owner. I pray to the Priest Kings that it be one who will treat them well and fair.”

“I swear by the Priest Kings to you that I will search and find them and bring them back here to you, my friend.” Smiling as tear rolled down her cheeks, squeezing his hand tight.

“I know that you will do all you can, dear. If you find them, promise that you will free and take care of them. All that I have is to be theirs. And these are for you,” pressing the sealed papers into her hand which quickly vanished into the folds of the cloak before being seen. “Hide and keep those safe. Do not trust anyone with those or yourself. Promise me all of this”

“I promise, my friend.” She said as the tears rolled. It was the first and only time she had cried since her father had died. Now it felt like she was losing another. “I will not stop trying to find them,” when low enough so that only he could hear whispered, “Master” Dantor smiled and closed his eyes and was gone.

“Lady Ragenta, we will have a wagon to take you and Dantor back to Victoria within the ahn. It will have suitable clothing for you as well. All that was in the main house was rendered unwearable.” Caperus came informing her.

“That will be fine, Caperus.” She took a deep breath regaining control of herself. “I will be waiting in the main house till it arrives. Noble Dantor has passed to the City of Dust.” Rising to her feet and holding the cloak tightly about her, turning and returning to what was left of the main house. She was going to send agents to every slave market on the Vosk to buy every red headed slave they could find. The one advantage she had was that it was not only unethical but illegal to alter the appearance of a slave, such as changing the color of a slave’s pelt. Finding two slaves amongst countless numbers all over known Gor was going to be a daunting quest. But one day she would find them some how some way.

 

Author's Note: This went a lot longer than I thought. I hope that you enjoy it. As well as the image of the girls that I finally got to turn out.

 

 

New artwork that I have created

 Agent Terra Stone

Lt jg Marla Rojas

Agent Nina Ritter

Terra and the flames

Nina and Terra in the slave auction

I hope that you all enjoy these images. Chapter 5 of the Assessment is almost done and will be posted this weekend.

From the Desk of Paladin

 From the desk of Paladin

        I decided that I didn't like the direction that Chapter 5 was taking so I have backed up and started a new direction with it. I had hope for more reader input than what I received concerning the fate of the lovely slave Leta. So with the one vote for her to live, that will be her fate.

I have also started work on the next adventure of Rafe and Terra, As well as a new Earth based story that I have been toying with. Not to mention with the absences of TroyDM doing my artwork. I have been toying with a couple image generators on my own. Here are a few that I have came up with that I liked. I hope you like them to.

  

Poll for Reader Input

 From the desk of Paladen

I would like to get some input from my readers as I work on Chapter 5 of the Assessment. If you have read the previous 4 chapters now you know that she has found her mother, Leta whom she has thought died many years ago. Leta is the slave of Dantor the Physician at his country Villa outside of Victoria.  Now I would like to hear from all of you as to what you think I should do with the lovely kajira Leta.

1. During the attack on the Villa, Leta is captured by the raiders and carried off to a distant slave market. Where she may or may not show up in a future story here or with Tracker of Gor.
2. During the attack on the Villa, Leta is seriously wounded by one of the raider but survives with a future that has yet to be written or decided.
3. During the attack on the Villa, Leta is mortally wounded and crosses over to the City of Dust to join her former Companion and Master.

I look forward to your input by posting your vote in the comments section below. And don't be afraid to let me know your thoughts on why you voted the way you did. Or guesses on what all is to come in this final chapter of the Assessment

Thank you

Lady Ragenta: The Assessment Part 4

 

Lady Ragenta

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The Assessment Part 4

 

Street of Brands Outside House of Chains

Victoria

 

          Ragenta or Enta as she had been addressed as prior to leaving the House of Chains. The slave house that she actually owned, yet had just been treated as and then escorted out of on a leash like she was a slave herself. To be sure that no one who might see her right now would guess that she was the Lady Ragenta, the Slaver of Victoria. They would only see a auburn haired slave as she was bare foot, wearing an skimpy and revealing slave tunic, a slave collar locked on her neck, her wrists securely held behind her back in slave bracelets, her lower face covered with the wide leather strap of a slave gag, and finally she was being led on a leash held by a free man bearing the green strips on the sleave of one of the caste of Physicians.

Upon leaving the house, Ragenta had start screaming into the gag for him to remove it so she could speak. Dantor had pulled her close by the leash and told her in a voice that only she could hear that if she had any hope of the collar coming off her pretty neck that she had best be the most well-behaved slave from this point on as his fingers tapped a slave whip that was clipped to the belt of his tunic.

          The plan had been she was to have gone to the House under the name Lady Andraus to be given a slave assessment and to have her body documented as a slaves would be for their ownership papers. That had gone badly when the hired man Norac decided that she had a body of a slave and should end up branded in the pens instead of released when all was done. Professionally speaking going off the reactions of those present when the slaver’s caress had been administered to her, Ragenta begrudgingly admitted that had she witnessed a woman react as she was recorded doing, then she would have seen the woman as potentially collar meat.

          She stumbled a little as she followed on the leash. This was something new to her, that walking barefoot on the smooth stones of the street that were warmed by the sun. Ragenta had tried several times with her muted moans and whimpers coming through the gag to get Dantor’s attention to stop and remove the gag so she could tell him of her suspicions. Her pleas were ignored as if she were a slave. Then seeing her own reflection in the glass of a shop as they passed. She saw only a well-controlled slave looking back at her. She was the slave on the leash following Dantor. Lady Ragenta was being led through the streets of Victoria as a slave. Was she really now a slave? She had not confessed herself as a slave. However, she had under a false name agreed to be assessed for her value as if she were a slave and to be treated as a slave while this was being done. She had also consented to have her body documented as a slaves would be. She had even addressed the woman Kiana as mistress when begging her to stop using the slave goad on her. Ragenta had used the device many times on slaves she felt needed it. Now having felt it, she had to wonder how freely she would use it on others if she was ever able to do so again.

          Another thing that gave her hope that she had not made a slave was that like Dantor who held her leash and put a collar on her, she was of Victoria. While it could still happen to be enslaved by another of her own city, there usually had to be either a self-declaration of the woman being a slave or a judicial order condemning her to slavery. Then the stringing bite of a switch across the back of her thighs brought her back to the reality of her situation. As a free woman had struck her seeing her as a slave.

          “Why aren’t you on your knees you shameful slut in the presence of free!” The woman in the robes with colors of a baker demanded then spit on her. Dantor had paused to talk with someone and Ragenta had without thinking just stopped and waited for him to move one. Quickly as Dantor turned to see what the commotion was about, she dropped to her knees on the stones of the street, kneeling as a tower slave with a free woman present. Again, another first for her, being on the receiving end of a free woman’s wrath towards a slave or one she saw as a slave. The woman turned and left.

          “I warned you, slave” Dantor laughed amused at her plight. Then to her horror after the woman had departed, with the toe of his sandal, he nudged her knees apart, so she was no longer in the tower slave position. “A slave with your responses is meant to be a pleasure slave for sure.” Then with a wicked smile, “or a kettle and mat slave.” That got a couple of indignant grunts from the kneeling girl. Dantor dismissed the girl at his feet on his leash and returned to speaking with the man who was taking great interest in the kneeling slave. The man in the leather of a metal worker had even made an offer to buy her for 75 copper tarsk which was all that he could afford. Ragenta didn’t breathe easy until the offer had been rejected. How much she was at the mercy of Dantor at the moment was not lost on her.

          The conversation ended, the slack in the leash was taken up as she quickly rose to her feet to follow him as he moved down the street once more. She was puzzled by the fact she had no clue where he was taking her. The way to his house and laboratory had been in the opposite direction they had taken leaving the House of Chains. Dantor had been parading her around the city as a leashed slave for almost an ahn. Finally, near one of the gates she saw a group of guardsmen in the tunics of Dantor’s house gathered about a slave wagon up a head of them. She knew that she had been brought to the city in a slave wagon, was this her way back to the villa?

          Ragenta didn’t have long to wonder as Dantor handed her leash to one of the guardsmen who led her to the back of the wagon. To them she was just another slave nothing more.

          “The gag will be removed, but you will remain gagged by Master’s will till you are told you can speak. Nod once for yes if you understand.” The guard holding her leash told her. She knew that she had no choice but to obey so she nodded once she understood. The guard behind her did remove unbuckle that gag as she was told, but he also releases the disrobing loop of her slave tunic at her left shoulder allowing the thin garment to fall away from her body and down to the stones at her feet. Ragenta now in public view wore nothing but the collar and chains of a slave. She did not know which to be more horrified by that she had been publicly stripped or that no one saw anything but another slave. The leash removed she was helped up the step at the back of the wagon and into the wagon.

          Inside she saw another naked slave with a rep-cloth sack over her head. The slave had her back to the left side of the wagon and her legs to the center where they had ankles chains looped about the central bar set in the floor of the wagon. Ragenta soon found herself seated with her back to the right side of the wagon. Her ankles were pulled to the central bar and locked in ankle chains the same as the other slave. Only then was she pushed forward towards the center and the slave bracelets removed from her wrists. She could find no fault in how they handled her. There was not a ihn that she was not secured in some way.

          “The other slave has been gagged by Master’s will same as you. You will be hooded like her. When the wagon is clear the gates, I will knock on the side of the wagon and both of you may remove the hoods and then speak.” The guard spoke to her. Nodding her head in understand just before her own sack was drawn over her head. She heard the guard move away from them and out of the wagon. The rear gate closed locking them inside. They sat there in silence feeling and heard the escorts and the wagon starting to move. She was starting to wonder despite Dantor’s assurances whether she was going to get out of this collar again.

 

Slave Wagon West of Victoria

¼ Pasang from the West Gate

 

          Ragenta had placed her hand on the floor of the wagon to each side of herself to keep her steady. This was her first ride, well first ride that she was conscious for anyway, in the back of a slave wagon. She was not sure that she cared for it as her and the other slave rode in silence. The silence was broken by a hard rapping at the head of the wagon behind where the driver was seated.

          “Leta, Sena, hoods off.” A male voice commanded. This puzzled Ragenta as she lifted her hand to the sack on her head. Who were Leta or Sena? One was the other girl with her. But did they think that she was the other slave named? Or had she been given a new name, a slave name. Then the voice called, “Sena, maybe you should dance for us in the barracks tonight if your Master says your up to it.”

          That last comment had brought a laugh from the other slave in the back with her. Then a voice she thought she knew called back.

          “I don’t think that she will be feeling up to dancing for you and the other Masters for a few days, Master.” Ragenta knew that voice and pulled the sack off of her head to look into the green eyes of the slave on the other side of the wagon. “Greetings my beautiful daughter.” Leta was smiling back at her.

          “Mother!” Ragenta gasped in disbelief. “I thought you were dead?”

          “No, Enta,” Leta smiled leaning across the wagon to take her daughter into her arms for the first time in many years, “I am very much alive and have much to tell you. Master was kind enough to give us this time alone to talk.”

          “Dantor, knew you were my mother and has kept you a slave all this time?” the fury building in her as she held her mother tight while tears ran down her face for the first time in many years.

          “Master,” she corrected her daughter. “He is our Master.” Tapping the slave collar locked on Ragenta’s neck. “And yes I have been a slave for a very long time. I have belonged to Master, since your father passed to the City of Dust. Before that I was your father’s slave since you were a very little girl and before you were born.”

          “You were father’s slave?” she drew back in shock and disbelief.

          “Yes, dear. I was a born and breed to be a pleasure slave who was bought as a girl, who was just about ready to be marked and start pleasure training by the House of Chains when your father was just starting to become his own man. I was a gift for your father as his first slave. He put me in a house collar and branded me himself when it was time. His father saw that he was growing too fond of his slave girl. So, I was sent to the pens and trained in the arts of dance and pleasure so that I might better please those who owned me. I was to be sent to the block when I completed my training. But it was decided that I was prime breeding stock and sent to the pleasure gardens of your grandfather. It was while I was sent to serve as the entertainment for a party he was given that your father saw and found me once more. I was sent to him from the gardens several times. One day I was given the releaser and told I was to be breed.”

          “I was a born a slave!” Ragenta exclaimed. This thought shook the foundation of her world. If her mother had been conceived to be a pleasure slave then some of those traits would have been passed on to her. Looking at her mother, a chained naked slave beside her. Then at herself, chained naked and feeling the weight of the slave collar locked on her, they were almost identical. While one was clearly older but close enough that the Slaver instincts in her screamed for them to be sold as a set. Years of working with her father had honed her instincts to look at the most marketable collar meat and the best way to get the highest price. Then the horror of the fact that she was thinking of her own sale as a slave struck her. Was she actually ever free? Was Kallis her father? Or was her father some kajirus selected for his looks and body? If the latter was the case then she was a slave her whole life. This cause color to drain from her face. Leta saw this and read her mind.

          “Yes Kallis was your father. I was not sent to the breeding racks but spend the following weeks chained to the couch of your father. This was after your father had taken over the House and desired me as his personal slave. When it was learned that I was with a child. So that our child was not born a slave. I was freed and became his companion.”

          While hugging and cuddling with her mother she felt the dina burnt into her mother’s left thigh press against her thigh. The clinking of chains that locked their ankles to the central bar as well as being naked except for the slave collars of Dantor locked upon them sent a chill down the spine of Ragenta. She looked like a younger version of her mother and the only real distinction was that tiny slave brand her mother wore. Dantor had told her that she would be remaining a slave till the next passing of hand. Was this so that she could feel and see the life of her mother and what might be coming for her as well?

          “If father freed you how are you a slave to Dantor, mother?” she asked.

          “I was his free companion for over a year after you were born.” Leta explained. “But there were those who knew my past and sought to use it against Kallis. I received smiles and pleasant talk to my face but knew that when my back was turned I was laughed at and once heard myself referred to as Kallis’ pleasure slut. And it wasn’t just the free that started to make me feel uncomfortable, but the slaves as well. I felt like I was getting looks from the slaves that knew what I was. The hidden insolence in glances that said that I was no better than them so why was I not on my knees scrubbing floor or serving in the hall. I finally had all that I could take and begged your father to put me back in a collar. He reluctantly agreed but we both knew that I was a liability even as a slave in the House. So with Master’s help, I came down with a serious illness that requires me to rest at his Villa while I tried to recover. At the Villa I was placed back in the slave collar of your father and served Master as a house slave.”

          “But if you were owned by father how did you become Dant…” her voice trailed off after a stern look from her mother, “Master’s slave?”

          “When before your father died, things were set in motion that should anything happened to him. Ownership of the slaves your father kept at the Villa was transferred to Master. Otherwise, when he passed, I would have been returned to the House of Chains slave pens for future sale with the other slave that was kept at the Villa. The transfer of three slaves probably would not have been brought to your attention. And even if it had been, the names and numbers would have likely meant nothing to you as you believed me long dead.”

          “So now that I know you are alive. Soon as I get out of this collar, I will bring you home with me. I swear, mother” looking to Leta dead serious.

          “First off, you had best start calling me Leta and not mother” smiling and kissing her daughter’s cheek. “Second, you may come to the villa, and I will tend to your needs there. But forget any notion of buying us from Master. Even before the death of your father, his visits became fewer and fewer. During that time, I grew closer to Master. I did more that clear his house. As a slave I served him in all ways. I always cared for Master as he is a good man and treated me well for being a slave. Now I love my Master as much as I loved your father. Please don’t hate me. But it is for your own protection as well. Master has told me about your partners Atilas and Spectus. Atilas sounds like the type who would overlook the truth about me. Spectus on the other hand would use me to put you in chains as well.” The more that Ragenta thought about it, the more that she knew her mother was right. Spectus would look for a way to make it appear that she was the product of two house slaves being bred and she was legally born a slave and thus a slave of the House of Chains. If done with the right people gathered, the kef or dina would be burned into my thigh before it was found that there was no real proof. But once the thigh was marked then it would be too late, and I would then be a slave of the House of Chains from that point till I was sold to my next owner.

“You said that there were others besides you that were owned by our family?” Ragenta asked then watched as Leta got quiet and slowly chose the words that she would be using.

“There were once three slaves of Kallis on the Villa of Master. Myself, who you now know about.” Leta paused, “Master had a girl called, Eta, and like me she loved her Master very much and didn’t want to be free. So, your father put her in his collar so Master could not free her.” Smiling at the memory of her friend. “And Master would have if he could. He hated seeing her as a slave. But she was a proud girl who would have died in childbirth had it not been for Master who saved her. So, she felt that she owed Master a life debt and would serve Him for the rest of her life. Which she did. One day not long before your father died, Eta was killed when fell into the river and was taken by a river shark.”

“You said there were three? That is only two of you.”

“Yes, there was a third slave that your father never knew about. And please forgive me for what I am about to tell you, Enta” Using the slave name that Master had used so that none heard her addressed by her true name. “I wanted to give your father the son that he wished for so badly. Master gave me the releaser a second time and during a visit while you slept. We conceived another child. Only I did not have the son I had hoped for but another daughter I called Sena. The two of you even played together once, not knowing who the other was. Then when you got to the age where you would ask too many questions that would be too hard to answer and being our daughter not satisfied with vague answers. So, when you came out I hid, and you were told I was dead. And I stayed hidden with your sister.”

“I have a sister?” Ragenta was shocked.

“Yes, but unlike you, I was a slave when she was born, and so she has been a slave since birth. When she became a woman, she was marked and collared like the rest of the slaves. This was something that your father never knew.” Before she could go on or Ragenta could press for more. They heard the driver saying that there was smoke coming from the area of the Villa. The wagon came to a halt and there was much commotion outside. “I must say this quick as I don’t know what is about to happen. Sena is at the Villa dressed in disguised as you for this foolish adventure of yours. Despite doing everything that I could to convince her otherwise, she believes that your father and you both not only knew about us but left us at the Villa as slaves. She resents you and wishes to make you suffer as a slave while she is able at the Villa. If anything happens to me, I beg you to find her and try and make peace with her.” Before Leta could say more the rear gate was opened and a guard leaned in to release their ankles from the chains. Then taking them both by the hair pulled them from the wagon where they were forced to their knees behind the wagon.

“We will precede by foot through the forest it will be quicker. Secure and coffle the slaves.” Dantor ordered. Instantly, both Leta and Enta’s hands were pulled behind them and bound with binding fiber. Yet another first for Enta that she was not sure that she cared for. She liked it even less when one end of a rope was knotted about her neck then tied about the neck of Leta while the end was held by one of the guardsmen. None noted the lack of the brand on her thigh, she was naked and collar thus she was a slave as far as they were concerned. Now she was a bound and coffled slave, helpless to defend herself or go anywhere other then where she was led by the man holding the other end of the rope.

“Up slaves.” They were ordered as the were led into the forest at the end of the small column of men. To what they did not know.

 

 

Update August 4, 2025

 

From the desk of Paladen

Tal and greetings my friends,

        I hope that you have been enjoying Lady Ragenta's latest misadventure.  When I had originally envisioned the Assessment, I saw it as being like Through Different Eyes as a single one and done chapter. But the more that I have worked on it and expanded on Ragenta's back story the more that it as grown into 4 chapters where I intended to conclude it. But as I am getting closer to the point where I usually like to cap the chapters. There is more to yet to write. So I will be posting Chapter 4 tonight and start work on Chapter 5 that should conclude this saga in the life of Ragenta. But fear not she will be back as I have plans for picking with a new saga picking up after the saga of her Move to Ar.

Soon as the Assessment is finished I will start work on the nest saga in the story of Terra Stone and Rafe McNally.

If you have any thoughts or questions please leave them in the comments section.

Paladen

Lady Ragenta: The Assessment Part 3

 

Lady Ragenta

In

The Assessment Part 3

 

Country Villa of Dantor in the Laboratory

3 Pasang North of Victoria

 

          Ragenta heard voices, female voices but she was having trouble understanding what they were saying. She wanted to wake up, but she felt like she was trapped in a fog. She tried to lift her hands to her face, but she couldn’t they were pinned at her side. This caused her to stir more but she couldn’t move.

          Leta looked down at the bound and drugged form of her oldest daughter lying on a litter before her. She thought she was so beautiful and looked so much like her younger sister, Sena who stood beside her. Both daughters shared the flowing red hair of their mother. And at this moment all three of them had locked about their throats the slave collar of Dantor of Victoria.

          “I am going to enjoy this.” Sena looked upon her helpless sister.

          “You are not supposed to be in here, Sena. What if she wakes up and sees you?” Leta scolded her.

          “Neither are you, mother.” The younger daughter challenged. It was rare once the collar was on, and the brand marked the thigh that slaves were around their former relatives for longer that it took for them to reach the sale block. But this was not a normal situation in the slightest. Leta may have bene born a breed pleasure slave, but she had been freed and taken as the free companion of her former Master. But the profession of her lover wore on Leta’s conscious, and she begged that he raised their daughter Ragenta and that she be returned to the collar. It was done and Leta was once more the personal slave of Kallis, only so that she could not be used against him or linked as the mother of their daughter. Leta was drugged and removed from under the guise of being seriously ill to the Villa. Once there Leta woke up wearing the collar of Kallis and served as a house slave at the home of his friend. Her Master would visit with their daughter from time to time so that she could have time with the girl. And when Kallis was away Ragenta was sent to stay with her mother at the Villa. But as Ragenta got older, she started asking questions about things she noticed like the kef on her mother’s left thigh when they were in the bathes together. It was also evident to Leta that her Master as much as he loved and cherished his daughter, wished a son.

          Knowing that it was soon time for a visit. Leta begged Dantor to give her the releaser so she might give Master the son he wanted. But she had another daughter, that she named Sena. Only Dantor and Leta knew of the second daughter who was raised as a slave on the Villa with her mother. Ragenta had been told that her mother was too ill for visitors and when she was allowed to look in she say a drugged Leta on a couch in a private chamber. This was done with Kallis’s approval so that the girl honestly thought that her mother was sick. As the years went by both girls grew and blossomed into beautiful women like their mother still was. Only Ragenta’s life was one of privilege and wealth, while Sena’s was informative and domestic chores until she matured then she was put in a collar and branded like her mother. Both were the slaves of Kallis though he knew nothing of the second slave.

          Upon Kallis’s death, Dantor filed paperwork transferring to slaves to his ownership as a gift from his late friend. It was done in such a way that no one in the house, even Ragenta knew of the existence of the two slaves.

          “Go to the chamber where she is supposed to be and strip, then kneel at the foot of the couch.” Instructed Leta.

          “But Mother!” Sena objected.

          “Does a command need to be repeated?” in a sterner tone. Leta admitted that she had been too soft with her daughter.

          “No, Mistress” Sena answered. She had wanted to punish her sister and make her suffer during her time on the Villa. But mother was the high slave and Mistress of the Villa, and must be obeyed. Turning she hurried out of the laboratory and to the Guest Chambers that the drugged Mistress was supposed to occupied. Before she left the chamber she looked back at the drugged girl on the litter, the girl’s wrists and ankles had been tied securely to the sides of the litter, belts had been wrapped around her and the litter to hold her in place as well. The girl wore only the collar of a Villa slave as well as the thin rep-cloth tunic of a field slave. She had bandages wrapped around her upper head, arms, and thighs. The last being placed so that it would conceal the most common brand sites. Any that didn’t know better would swear that she was a Villa field slave.

          “The girl is right, you should not be in here either, Leta” Dantor said from the door.

          “Yes, Master, but I had to see her. It has been so long. Unless you say otherwise. I will take over the supervision of the field and house slaves. Sena can sit in the robes of her sister till it is time to change back.” They both watched as two slaves entered and carried the litter out placing it in the back of a slave wagon. Dantor left the doorway after stroking the cheek of his lovely slave, then climbed into the wagon as it left the Villa.

 

Medical House of Dantor

Isolation Chamber

Victoria

 

          Ragenta woke laying on a exam table in a room that she had visited many time when coming to see Dantor. She tried to move but found her wrists and ankle secured to the table with bands. Aside from that she was completely naked. A door opened and two female slaves entered the chamber.

          “Oh good Mistress you are awake. Master will be happy.” Moving to the sides of the table undoing the restraints from her ankles and wrists. “We will have you loose in just an ihn Mistress. Master had to secure you so that you didn’t hurt yourself till you had fully recovered. You took a nasty fall we were told. Nina will bring you something to eat and drink and I will fetch your clothing.”

          Just as they had said, both slaves exited and reappeared with food, drink, and the clothing of a free woman. While she ate and drank the two slaves aided her in dressing. In less than an ahn, she was dressed and sitting on the edge of the table when Dantor came in.

          “How are you feeling, Ragenta?” He asked as he moved to the table to feel her forehead and look into her eyes.

          “I feel like I have been asleep for days. And had the strangest dream.” She answered.

          “Well, the tassa powder in your kalda kept you in a drugged stupor for a day and a half. During that time, you had been delivered here by slave wagon as an injured slave. All the injuries were fake dressing with the blood of a vulo that was butchered for the kitchen. Now tell me about your dreams.”

          “Dantor, it was so strange. I thought that I saw two different versions of myself. I was laying there as a slave while another slave version of me standing next to me as a free woman.” She looked at him in bewilderment.

          “What a dream indeed. Three of you? I have always found that one was more that enough for me.” He laughed to play down any further pursuit of the subject. She had seen her sister and mother after all. This would have to be dealt with upon their return to the Villa. “You are due at the House in just under twenty ahn. I will walk you there.” Helping her from the table he waited till her veils and hood were in place. In moments they had left the house and were moving down the streets to the House of Chains.

 

House of Chains

Assessment and Processing Chamber

Vicotria

 

          Dantor had escorted Lady Andreus into the House of Chains and to the door of the Assessment and Processing Chamber door within the great greeting hall at the front of the house.

          “This is your last chance to back out of this, dear. I will grant you this one proviso, if you don’t go through with this I still have no other option to return you to the Villa the same way you came into the city as a common kajira. However, once we are back at the Villa this will all end and you will be able to enjoy the remainder of your holiday once we have talked about some matters of great importance that we will discuss regardless of what you do. So, what will it be?” Dantor asked of her as he looked directly into her eyes over the street veil she wore.

          “What about the documents to prove who I am if I get caught down in the training area?” she softly whispered.

          “If you stay out of those areas dressed like a slave then you would not need the papers.” He shrugged.

          “But Dantor, knowledge is power. And while I am running about like a house girl unnoticed. I can learn so much. People will pay me no mind and say and do things in front of me as if I am not there.” She pleaded with him, her case.

          “Once you pass through this door, none can know who you really are. And as having papers drawn up is not part of the usual assessment on a free woman. You will not be afforded the usual respects and courtesy shown to a free woman. You will be processed same as a slave would be, with a complete test of slave heat. The only differences will be that you are not to be slave raped, and when it is done you will be given back your clothing and allowed to leave instead of going to see the metal worker to be branded before being sent to the pens.” He could see the fear in her body language. She was wavering but he knew this girl. She was determined and headstrong like her parents and would not back down.

          “Open the door.” She said firmly.

 

          Once inside the door and Dantor closed it behind her, Ragenta was greeted by two slaves, one was a female house slave the other was one of the male whip slaves from the auction house, and two staff members. One was a scribe who held a tablet before her. The other staff was one of the men who rotated from the pens to here to ensure that there were no problems and to ensure that the whip slave behaved himself.

          “Lady Andreus of Victoria?” asked the scribe.

          “Yes, I am Lady Andreus.” Ragenta answered.

          “And you have consented to have your body assessed for its possible value as a slave? You have further consented to have your body recorded for slave papers should they be needed for future use?” the scribe inquired further.

          “Yes I have given my consent and agree to the assessment and recording of information.” She answered after taking a deep breath. No sooner than she had answered then the two slaves approached at a nod from the man and begun to remove her veils and robes. Each neatly folded and placed to the side on a small table. Till finally she stood before them naked. Ragenta was suddenly very self-conscious of her exposed body.

          “From this point forward, you will speak only when spoken to. You will also address any free staff of the House of Chain as Master or Mistress.” The man spoke to her as he picked up an anklet turning to the scribe, “This one will be number En’Var 33” the scribe noting the assigned number as the man bent down, taking her left ankle in his hand, then locked the identification anklet on her ankle. Her hands were then taken behind her by the whip slave, who locked in slave bracelets about her wrists confining them behind her, then slipped a leash chain about her neck. Nothing more was said to her as the whip slave gave the leash a tug signaling her to move as she was led over to a holding cage. En’Var 33 was then marked on a slate on the bars of the cage. It was a low cage and she was signaled by the tug of the leash to kneel before the cage gate, the leather strap of the leash was wrapped loosely about her neck and the slave bracelets removed from one wrist.

          “Crawl inside slut.” Commanded the man who had followed them. Jade eyes shot him a look that brought the soft leather blades of his slave whip down across her back causing her to cry out in pain. But his point was made and she quickly crawled into the small cage and turned about to face the gate. It was too small for her to stand so she had to kneel, which she did with her thighs pressed tightly together. “Hands between the bars.” He commanded and she swiftly obeyed. The open slave bracelet was once more about her wrists confining her to the bars facing them for all to look upon that passed. Then she was left to wait her turn in the slave cage.

          Kneeling in the cage forced to wait basically ignored was a new situation for Ragenta. She was used to being served and waited upon, her slightest wish others jumped to take care of. Now she must wait till they wished to deal with her. She was not sure as it felt like she had been in the cage for several ahn, but it couldn’t have been that long. She had kept her eyes lowered as free and slaves walked past her till she noticed two stopped before here cage. It was the man and the scribe.

          “Enjoying your visit, 33?” laughed the man as he squatted down and freed one of her wrists. The scribe found this amusing and laughed. The cage gate was opened, and she was motioned forth on her hands and knees once more. Once out of the cage she knelt back on her heels with her thighs pressed together as she was not only a free woman and not a slave or captive, but there also was another free woman present. The slave bracelets were once more locked on both wrists only this time before her body and the leash strap unwrapped from around her neck and in the hand of the man from the pens who’s name she could not remember.  “This one does has some delicious slave curves on her don’t you think, Kiana?” To the scribe beside him.

          “One day, perhaps soon she will find herself on the block earning maybe a silver for the House’s coffers.” Laughed the scribe Kiana.

          “What do you have to say, slut?” He laughed with the woman.

          “Thank You, Master and Mistress.” Ragenta answered in a tone that bordered on insolence. For that she had the handle of his whip thrust to her lips. Looking up at him she knew what was expected of her. Leaning her face forwards she slowly began to kiss and lick the whip of the man who controlled her at the moment.

          “She does that well,” remarked Kiana.

          “Yes perhaps when we are done. This one should be sent to the iron and then the pens. She is a fire crotch after all.”

          “She is licensed to Dantor and to be turned back over to him. He has a think for red-haired slaves. I was at his villa once and there are two extreme flame haired beauties out there.” The scribe mused.

          “Dantor has no real authority around this House.” Scoffed the man as she continued to kiss and lick his whip.

          “Don’t let the Lady Ragenta hear you talk that way.” The woman laughed.

          “I have heard that what she likes or doesn’t like may not matter much longer.” He laughed. Ragenta had not reacted only continued to do as was expected while listening to the callous remarks about her. Heads would roll when this was over if she had her way. But for now, she could not react or show any signs of disapproval, only comply and do as she was told. “It is a shame to waste such sweet slave curves on a free woman.” Then removing the whip from her lips and tugging the leash pulling it against the back of her neck telling her to rise to her feet. “Heel behind slut 33.” Turning and leading her from the outer chamber to the assessment area.

          Once in the assessment area, she was led to a circle of light on the floor where she was placed within. The leash was removed for now and a chain lowered from the ceiling and fastened to the slave bracelets chain before her body. Several naked female slaves surrounding her with measuring tapes, wrapping them around her body in various places then calling out the results for the woman Kiana to record. Ragenta had forgotten how detailed the slave papers could be as to even the size and shape of her nipples when aroused. The ease of which was recorded to her dismay. Then the chain before her was retracted till she dangles by her wrists horts off the floor of the chamber

          Now the man she had learned was called Norac, came closer to her helpless suspended body with the slave whip once more. There is nothing that she can do to stop him from administering the slaver’s caress. Feeling the handle of his whip coming up between her thighs and touching her intimately as she is caressed with the handle. Her heart sinking as she dangles by her wrists, twisting and squirming as her body betrays her.

          “Oh, she is a hot little slut.” laughed Norac. “And she juices quickly and well. It is a shame to turn her loose after she is done.” The slaver’s man was enjoying himself too much making 33 squirm and moan. Then Dantor returned and was not pleased at the sights that greeted him.

          “Are you done with this one?” He demanded the scribe who was taken aback.

          “All but examining her to determine if she has been opened or not, Noble Dantor.” She quickly answered.

          “She has been opened and would be red silk. As her Physician I can attest to her status. Now I need to get back to the villa as soon as I have this Lady home safely. So, clean her up and have her waiting by the outer door when I get there.”

          “Yes Noble Dantor.” Kiana quickly answered. “I will make sure that happens.” Watching as the Physician left the room then turned to look at the woman who was still dangling from the ceiling beam. It was then she noticed that Norac had left the room

 

Exit Portal from the House of Chains

 

          When Dantor reached the exit portal, he was not pleased with what he found. Kiana was waiting for him. Kneeling at the wall rings near the entrance, was Ragenta wearing a slave tunic that was shorter and more revealing than the standard house slave garments and chained by the neck. Her wrists were confined behind her in slave bracelets and a standard strap gag had been placed on her to ensure her silence. Dantor wondered if that was just an extra precaution in preparing her, or had she not responded well when placed in the tunic of a slave instead of having her free woman garments returned to her as planned. Judging from the still visible red marks on her exposed flesh from the blades of a slave whip. He was reasonably sure it was the later. That Kiana had a slave goad having from her waists now only confirmed it. Ragenta’s neck was still bare except for the oversized collar that connected it to the slave ring mounted in the wall behind her. It being designed to fit over the standard slave collars but not so large that it could be slipped over the head of the slave wearing it, or the free woman. The light glinted off the steel band about her left ankle showing that she was still being identified as girl #33 in the house. And continue to be treated as such until it was removed from her by the key in Kiana’s keeping with the papers.

A mixture of anger and fear was on Ragenta’s face as she looked up over the gag she wore. She was clearly not pleased with the way things had turned out. The plan was that she would endure the humiliation of being assessed as a prospective slave so that she could get documents with her information on it that could be transferred to another set. She was also angry with herself as to how her own body had betrayed her wish given the slaver’s caress. She had whimpered and squirmed like a paga slut. And that is where the fear had set in. She had expected to be treated like a slave, even being held while a funnel was placed in her mouth and unsweetened slave wine was pour into her mouth before the assessment had started had not been much of a surprise to her, the man Norac had taken enjoyment at doing that to her. But several times he had gotten a little too intimate when touching her for her liking. And then there was the slaver’s caress, she had seen it administered to countless women both slaves and those about to become slaves. But when it was done to her, and it might have just being on the receiving end of it for a change, the touch had seemed longer than usual.

Had the woman Kiana not been there, she felt the comments about misfiled instructions leading to her being sent to the branding room then on to the slave pens was not ideal words. Ragenta had not taken it well upon learning that her clothing was gone from the chest that it had been locked in. The garments of a free woman were tightly controlled items in any slave house. That her’s had conveniently gone missing when she was about to be released could not be a coincidence. She had not reacted well when told that her things were missing or that she would have to leave the house looking like a slave. Hence the reason for the red marks on her body from the whip and the slave goad that Kiana now carried. Both items were designed and very effective at subduing and pacifying irate females and worded very well on Ragenta to her dismay. She had been given a slave tunic to put on and then the restraints and gag placed on her to ensure that she remained secure and docile till she was collected. But more important than her being very close to being enslaved in her own house. She had to warn Dantor of the comments made concerning the Lady Ragenta by Norac. But as long as she wore this gag that was not going to happen.

          “This is an unexpected turn of events.” Laughed the physician as he walked over and placed a finger under Ragenta’s chin lifting her face and eyes to look up them. Holding her head up by the chin as he looks back to the scribe. “I said to get her ready for me. Why is she ready for the collar and leash and not veiled and robed?”

“Noble Dantor, please forgive me but there was little choice. When I returned this one to the intake chamber. The chest with her clothing was open and empty. I suspect that it was Norac, but I have no way of knowing for sure or proving that. But without the proper attire to leave as she came, I had not option but to arrange for her to leave as what she was appraised for.”

“I take it that she didn’t willingly put on the tunic of a slave?” mused the healers looking at the much-revealed slaver.

“It took some simple persuasion” smiled Kiana as she fingered the slave goad on her hip. She never felt that she didn’t have strength to properly yield the slave whip, but the goad was another matter. It didn’t require much strength but when she turned it up they slaves jumped to please and obey her. Just like this one chained to the wall. She had begged Kiana to stop and that she would do anything.

“I can see that it worked very well. She looks well on her knees.” The toe of his sandal nudging Ragenta’s thighs open, so she was no longer kneeling as a tower slave. “And as long as there clothing was not used in an attempt to escape. It is only a minor inconvenience that accelerates what was going to happen after we leave.” Dantor took a slave collar from his belt and slipped it without ceremony about Ragenta’s neck locking it on her. “She is to be a gift for the Lady Ragenta, this slave’s name is now Enta and I will take her records with Me.”

“I am sure that the Lady will pleased with this one. Be sure to have her marked soon as it is required.” Kiana handed the documents to Dantor and removed the wall collar form the kneeling Ragenta who saw or hoped that she saw what her old friend was planning. A leash was clipped to her collar and handed to Dantor who urged her to her feet to follow behind him as they left the house.