Lady
Ragenta moves to Ar
Chapter
1
The trip from Victoria had been long and grueling, but
finally the walls and gates of the majestic city of Ar were in sight. Fortunately,
most of the trip had been by a ship that she hired just for this venture, only
the stretch from Ar’s Station had been by wagon caravan. By tonight, Lady Ragenta
would be enjoying the private bathes in her personal quarters in the new house on
the Street of Brands. She was more than ready for a long bath and soft couch after
the weeks in this creaking wagon. To be sure it was far more luxurious that any
of the other wagons in her caravan, and a rolling palace when compared to the
caged slave wagons that her cargo was secured in.
The move to Ar, be sure was a bold move indeed. But the
training and trading house that she had founded with her partners Atilas and
Spectus had flourished into one of the most successful slave houses in
Victoria. There was just no room left for them to expand and grow. Each of them
either owned or were silent partners in the remaining slave houses in the city.
The decision was made to expand their operations into another city. Where better
to expand into that majestic and mighty Ar. It was not long before they learned
that one of the lesser older and lesser-known houses had fallen on challenging
times. But that will happen when one backs the wrong side in something.
The time to move was now while the iron was still hot. Spectus
had taken a third of their staff and slave trainers by tarn caravan to Ar to acquire
and take over the new house. Atilas would stay in Victoria for the time being
to run operations there. Lady Ragenta would travel part way to Ar aboard the house
owned slave ship the Jeweled Chain. In Ar Station, she would set
up a small holding house. The ship would travel the Vosk between Ar Station and
Victoria buying and selling in the markets of the cities and ports along the
river. Slaves would be move from Ar Station holding pens to the house in Ar via
tarn and wagon caravans. Once complete they would have continuous supply chain
of slaves moving between the two cities. The plans also called for once the new
house was running efficient and successfully, for them to then investigate opening
a third house in a port city along the Thassa.
“Lady Ragenta?” a male voice called from outside her wagon.
Pulling back the curtain she saw it was Captain Santo.
“Yes, Captain Santo?”
“Lady, we have received a dispatch rider from Ar. Spectus sends
his respects and says that all is nearly ready in the house. However, he
regrets to inform you that your personal chambers will not be ready before our
arrival. He has arranged lodging for you at the Inn of Octius. We should reach
Ar before the gates are closed for the night. I have ordered one of your trunks
brought to you should you wish to freshen up.”
“Thank you, Captain. That was most kind of you.” I smiled
under my veils while muttering under my breath about Spectus. The nerve of that
man. This was nothing short of a way to keep her out of the house after working
hours. Shortly after the Captain rode off, the caravan stopped to water the
slaves and the stock. There was a knock at the wagon. She opened the curtain
once more to find two slaves with one of her trunks. The door opened she moves
to the side to allow them inside and place the trunk against the wall of the
wagon.
After the caravan got underway once more, she moved to the
trunk and opened it. Looking inside she swore once more declaring that if it
were possible that tarsk Spectus likely would have arranged this. This trunk
did not contain her other robes and veils. No this was one of her work trunks. This
one was filled with slave garments, from kettle slave rags, pleasure silks, to
modest work tunics that accented but did not over reveal the charms of the
wearer. At one time or another she had worn every one of them as well as the selection
of slave collars in the trunk. Ragenta had learned long ago that walking around
the pens and training areas of her house in the veiled robes of a Free Woman drew
too much attention to her. It had started when she had donned the slave tunic
to work with a special-order slave in restricted training rooms. The key to the
collar she wore was hidden in a secret pocket and with her all the time. And
the only one that saw her was the slave she was working with that had no clue
about who she really was.
One time she had stepped out of the restricted area while
still wearing the tunic and collar. When she failed to kneel for a passing guardsman,
she was cuffed with the back of the hand sending her sprawling on the floor.
Her eyes flared as she started to come back at the man, then checked herself as
she saw her bare legs and thigh as the hem of her tunic had uncovered her. He did
not know who she was. He thought she was just another house slave. She had
quickly knelt like a slave should and begged for the forgiveness of the Master
for her not paying attention. She had been dismissed to return to her duties
without further incident. After returning to the training area. She was livid
with anger, then as that subsided it dawned on her that nobody knew her face
down here. They had only seen the Lady Ragenta in her expensive veils and robes
followed by her staff. Dressed like this she could move about unnoticed. The
more she thought about it the more she grew to like the idea. This cover would
allow her to move about her house seeing with her own eyes what was being
hidden from her.
She filled out papers for a slave named enta house number
74586. Enta was also listed and carried on the rolls of the slaves assigned as
trainers. But there was only so much that she could fill out on her own. She
had planned that the file on this slave be kept in her quarters. In fact, it was
recorded that enta was the personal property of Lady Ragenta. Which took care
of where the slave was kept, when not on other duty’s enta was to be in her
kennel in Lady Ragenta’s chambers. The deception was thin and if pressed Ragenta
would have to put on show about how dare anyone challenge her instructions.
As enta she saw a vastly different side of her house. Several
staff members were puzzled on how Lady Ragenta found out about their schemes.
Most were fired, while a couple of women that had been skimming the books soon
found their Caste of Scribe blue robes exchanged for a simple brown house slave
tunic and collar. Her disguise was working well sometimes too well. More then
once she has been snatched up by a whip master and put on a detail that needed one.
Once she had even been placed in a coffee and stripped then marched to the
auction house. Even if she had not been gagged and hooded, she could not dare
call attention to herself. Fortunately for her, while she lay chained in a
display cell. It was noticed that she lacked a brand of any kind. She had been examined
several times to ensure there was not a brand as she fit the description of the
slave on the sale list. When a second list was brought and consulted the error
was found. The slave to be sold was 75486 and she was 74586. Only the fact of
her being listed when they checked as the personal slave of the Lady and not a
common house slave saved from going on the block anyway.
Bad as that was, the worse was when Spectus learned of what
she was doing. He had not known who she was, just that he liked what he saw. Much
to her displeasure, the slave master that Spectus had pointed her out to,
ordered her to stop. She had quickly knelt, and a leash was attached to her
collar. Her leash was then handed off to the kennel master that led her and
several other leashed slave down to the kennels. There she was stripped and
told to bathe, then her hair was done, and cosmetics expertly applied to her.
When she looked in the mirror, she could not believe the beautiful slave that
looked back at her. She was sick to her stomach as she knew that she had been
selected for something tonight. After the perfume, bells, and pleasure silks
were on her. Now feeling increasingly like she was trapped. She and the other
were led up a back corridor to the kitchen where they were given assignments
and placements for serving the evening meal.
Soon as it was learned that Lady Ragenta was not feeling
well and would dine in her chambers when she was ready to eat. The men at the
table because much more handsy with the serving slaves. Enta was fondled and
touched to evaluate her heat several times as she moaned and wished that she
had not ever gone down this path. When she was near Spectus she did her best
not to talk anymore that she had to for fear that he would recognize her voice.
Then she found herself being pulled to one side and she was back braceleted. As
she tried to figure out what was
happening to her, she suddenly found herself in the lap of Spectus who was playing
with her body as he causally spoke with the others at the table. Much as she
wanted to, she could not resist what his touches were doing to her as she
withers and squirmed under his touches. Then the dinner was done, and the
serving slaves picked to pleasure the dinners for the night. She knew of this
practice but usually left before the slaves were distributed. Spectus had been
much impressed with the slave in his lap, upon his orders she was lead through
the house by the hair naked and back cuffed to his chambers. There a chain had
been attached to her collar and she was chained at the foot of his couch for
the night.
It had seemed like hours before the door to the chambers
opened and Spectus walked in smiling triumphantly as he looked at the slave now
chained to his couch.
“Who would have guessed that the cold and might Lady
Ragenta would turn out to be such a hot piece of slave flesh.” He greeted her
to her amazement and horror. The color draining from her face as she knelt
before her partner, now naked and chained like a slave and wearing a slave
collar.
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