Lady
Ragenta Moves to Ar
Chapter
Two
Ragenta look
up from her knees with fear and dread. One of her partners now had complete and
total control over her. At the snap of his fingers, she could be taken down to
the pens and branded with a kef or dina like any other common slave girl. She
would simply vanish then. And as she knelt chained by her neck to his sleeping
couch, naked, collared, and back braceleted there was nothing she could do to
stop it. If she screamed, then anyone would assume that it was a slave
screaming. It happened all the time in a slavers house. If she called out
saying who she was then she was doomed as well for how could she explain how
she got there. The other men at the table would remember her as one of the
serving slaves earlier tonight.
“Ragenta, you have made me a very happy man tonight,”
Spectus smiled wickedly at her. “I have sought a way to gain leverage over you
for some time now. But never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this.
While I searched for a weakness outside the house, it was waiting within the whole
time.” Pausing to gloat just a bit more, “Now you may thank me, girl.”
“Thank you, Master,” her voice was weak and emotional as
she spoke those words very audible. She was trembling as tears rolled down her
cheeks as she was helpless and in his control.
“What did girl say? I could not hear her.”
“She said thank you, Master” this time more clearly knowing
that given the slightest reason she would be bound to a slave ring on the wall
and have a whip or crop taken to her.
“Those words sound so sweet coming from the lips of the
Lady Ragenta, Slaver of Victoria.” He laughed.
“How did Master know who I was?” she looked up and weakly
asked.
“Curiosity is not becoming of a kajira.” Laughing once more
at her expense. “But I will this once answer the slave. I did not know till I
heard her speaking while she served. I had no clue who she was when I picked
her for the servers. But when she was serving near me, I thought that I
recognized her voice or at least a voice that I knew. Eventually, I put the
pieces together. The best I could with never having seen you without veils or
robes. But I had glimpsed your hair before and roughly knew your height and
build from questioning your chamber slaves prior to tonight. They had revealed
an incredibly detailed and vivid description of their Mistress with a little
persuasion. So, when I had you back cuffed and sent to me. I casually examined
your body for things like had been reported to me. But the biggest confirmation
of who you were was the lack of a brand and the legend on your collar saying
that you were the personal property of Lady Ragenta. For I knew that Lady
Ragenta how owned no personal slaves, only those of this house.”
“And now what will happen?” she fought to not cry but was
losing the battle.
“What else but richly enjoy the slave that I selected for
my pleasure tonight.”
When the morning light entered the chambers, Ragenta lay
curled in a fetal position at the foot of Spectus’s couch still chained by the
neck to it. Her wrists no longer locked behind her were wrapped about her
knees. Her back and ass bore red stripes from where she had been dangling from
the whipping ring on the walls. Spectus had taken the slave whip to her because
it amused him to do so, and she had not been pleasing enough. After she had
begged him to stop, he took as a slave once more.
She had been kept on his chain all that day till he
returned to his chambers. At one point, a slave had come in and cleaned the
chambers. The girl had also brought a pot over and told Ragenta to squat over
it and relieve herself. As far as the girl was concerned, she was just tending
a slave that had been left chained for whatever reason. Ragenta burned with humiliation
from being treated this way. Only her thirst and hunger kept her from screaming
at the girl when she was given a bowl of water that she had to drink from
without use of her hands as if she were an animal or a slave.
The bowl had been taken after she had drunk. It was not
till Spectus had returned that she had been given food. Then she had been
forced to kneel as a pleasure slave and take food with her teeth from the hand
of a master. Deep within her, Ragenta held fast to her last remaining threads of
dignity as a free woman. Though she did not know how much longer she would be
able to resists and cling to those thin threads. It would not matter if she were
ordered to be taken down to the pens and the iron workers to be branded and
pierced. If that happened, Ragenta would be no more and only a slave called
enta would remain.
After she had been forced to serve his pleasures twice more
and lick his sandals, Spectus had locked her wrists behind her in slave
bracelets once more. He then brought a gag and slave hood to where she lay on
the tiles. A sense of doom and dread sent chills down her spine. Was this to be
the end of things? Was she about to be taken naked and hooded from the house
like any other slave? Questions would be asked if he attempted to enslave her
in Victoria. They shared a home stone. However, if she was transported as a
slave to another house in another city. None would be the wiser and it would be
assumed that Lady Ragenta had been captured while out of the house. Spectus
then took her by the hair and held her head while a rag soaked with capture
scent had been placed over her nose and held there till her world went dark.
When Ragenta slowly started to wake, she was laying on
something and being held down. Where was she as she struggled to get up. She
was still naked, but she was laying on something soft not the stone floors of a
kennel or pen.
“Mistress, please lay still we will have these wounds
treated for you,” A female voice pleaded with her.
“That man sure made a lovely pattern on her with the slave
whip.” Commented and giggles another female.
“Hush! She will hear you and have a whip or worse taken to
all of us!” scolded the first girl.
“She is still drugged and won’t remember any of this. I
heard that when they found her in that slave sack. She was already naked and
wearing a shipping collar, trussed up and ready for a slave market.” Retorted
the other girl.
“She has better slave curves then you, lita.” Stated the
first girl.
Ragenta moaned and tried to push herself up off whatever
she was laying on. As her eyes slowly focused, she found that she was on her
own couch in her chambers. She was no longer bound or chained, but still very
naked. Her hands shot to her throat and left outer thigh. The collar was gone
and there was no brand marking her a slave. When she sat her ass ached when she
sat on it. There were two frightened slave girls standing next to the couch.
“Please be careful, Mistress. The salve needs time to work,
soon the pain will subside. Master Spectus instructed us to take care of you
after your attack.” The first slave that was not lita told her.
“Attack? What happened?” Ragenta was still very disoriented
and confused. Her body was in pain both on her back and ass. But she was sore
between her thighs as well. Was all that happened a nightmare? Or had she been
the source of Spectus pleasure and amusement for the last two days.
“Yes, Mistress. Someone had broken into your chambers and
tried to abduct you. Master had come to check on Mistress as she had not been
down to the house or left her chambers for two days. He entered to find a man
trying to leave by the window with a slave sack. While they fought one of the
guards managed to get a clean shot and fired his crossbow killing, he intruder.
Mistress was found inside the slave sack naked and bound. She had been beaten
with a slave whip from the looks of her back. She had been gagged and in a
slave hood. Locked about her neck was the slave collar of the House of Chains
of Port Cos.”
“I wore the collar of the House of Chains?” Ragenta gasped.
The House of Chains was a well know slave house in Port Cos. She had bid
against them several times and even undercut their sale prices to a couple
large buyers. Selling at a loss in the hopes that she could lure the buyers
back and make a better profit on future sales. It was rumored that she had a
bounty on her from the House of Chains. Twenty golden tarns for anyone that
delivered her naked and in chains. Had it all been a nightmare or had this all
been set up by Spectus.
“Yes, Mistress, if Master hadn’t come when he did. You
might have been in the slave pens of Port Cos by now.”
She became sick in the pit of her stomach. She now more
than ever sure that this whole abduction had been orchestrated by Spectus. Not
only that but she was nothing but a helpless pawn in his grasp. With that the
doors to the chamber opened and Spectus walked in. Ragenta instantly grabbed
the silk sheet from her couch and covered herself from the brim of her nose
down so that only her dark eyes and top of her head showed. The slave quickly
wrapped the sheet around her Mistress then knelt on the tiles beside the couch
as did the slave lita.
“Good evening, Lady Ragenta. I am pleased to see that you
are recovering from your ordeal.” Spectus greeted her with a smirk. “Leave us,
slaves.” Instantly both slaves jumping up and hurried from the room closing the
door behind them. “Now drop the sheet, girl.” He commanded Ragenta soon as they
were alone as if she were a slave.
Defiantly Ragenta only lowers the sheet till it was wrapped
about her bosom. When she had been disguised as a slave, he had seen all of
her. But that did not mean she was going to obey like a slave and show him all
now.
“Enjoy your resistance while you can, dear enta.” Making
sure the used the name she had made up for her slave disguise. He smiled
wickedly at her. “I have waited for an opportunity to present itself for quiet
a while now. And I must say that you, dear girl, delivered it into my hands
beautifully. As of right now, I have a two-thirds majority in this house.
Thanks to you.”
“I am not turning my shares over to you, Spectus.” Her back
strait and defiant.
“Well not officially. But as long as I hold the original
and all the copies, I have of these.” Handing Ragenta a bound scroll from a
pouch on the belt of his tunic. “You will do what I say when I say when it
comes to the operations of this house.”
“What are these letters of authorization?” Then her heart sank,
and she wanted to get sick as she read what the papers were. The top pages were
a warrant for the enslavement of Lady Ragenta of Victoria. The rest were slave
papers for a slave that matched her description exactly and the name listed was
enta. She looked up to him in horror. He owned her now. The sheet fell away from
her body.
“That is much better, slave” He gloated with amusement as
he motioned for her to remove herself from the couch of a free woman and kneel
as a slave should when before her Master. “When we are alone you will strip
yourself and behave as the slave you are. Displease me in the slightest and I
will have you branded, and ears pierced. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Master,” she swallowed hard as tears of frustration
and hopelessness fell down her cheeks. She had been reckless and foolish. Had
she only stayed in the training rooms while in disguise then there was a chance
that she would not have been seen that night.
“You will be allowed to continue on as normal around in
public as Lady Ragenta. You will be allowed to eat and sleep as a free woman
most of the time. I will allow your little charade as the slave trainer enta to
continue. I had wondered how you learned some of the things that you had been.
Now you will spy for me. In fact, enta may receive some special training
herself. As I may put her to use as a spy for me during dinners and
entertainments. I will say that the lack of a brand will be auctioned off at
the proper time to the highest bidder.’ He was incredibly pleased with himself.
She just wanted to get sick or die.
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