From the Desk of Paladin December 26, 2025

 From the Desk of Paladin

I hope that everyone had a safe and Merry Christmas.

Updates:

Ragenta: I hope that everyone has enjoyed the final Act of No Good Deed. On reflection, this will be the last story with her as Lady Ragenta, Slaver of Victoria. I have taken her back to fill in as much of what led up to her Move to Ar as I feel is possible. The next adventure with feature the slave girl Genta{Atilas} an the events with her and her Master in his new Slave house in Ar.

All that I will say at the moment is that as we saw at the end of Moves to Ar, Atilas was true to his word that if he found Ragenta playing slave girl again, she would be branded and remain a slave. Now Genta is personally owned slave assigned with the training of the slaves of her master's house. she may remain behind when he travels as his eyes and ears in the house, or she may travel with him opening up all sorts of new windows. Who knows Atilas may have dealings at some point with the Slaver Scipio Metellus. 

And I will confirm that we have not seen the last of Leta and Sena/Invidia.

Darterra: I am still fishing out plans and ideas for Book IV in this series. It is taking longer because the story will be splitting up some with different characters following different path as well as new characters joining the parties. It is safe to say that Rafe and his people are working to start a resistance to the Cristo Corporation and be a major thorn in their side.

I like to play things out in my mind before writing them out so they flow better. But trust me you will love it.

Barataria is in much the same boat as Darterra, no pun intended. The basic story line is there, just a matter of sitting down and ironing out the characters 

Curiosity Caught the Bat

With all the time that I have been putting into my artwork on DA, I have been doing a lot with Batgirl. And anyone that follows me there knows that Batgirl and Harley are two of my favorites. Sorry no, Harley will not be going on this trip.

Years ago I used to follow a writer when Yahoo had their groups you could follow and join, who had a character called Kate Starbuck. Kate was a barbie doll daredevil that was an investigator for a large insurance company if I remember correctly. Kate had a talent for finding herself in one or more Perils of Pauline type dangers once per investigation. Lots of tied to a log in a sawmill and things like that. One that stuck out was when another writer barrowed her for something different. This was a series of stories about a wealthy Don who lived on his private island in the Med. Where he had many lovely slaves that he purchased off the black market. Curious Kate was caught checking up on thefts on the docks and found herself not in a sawmill, but a slave of the Don's.

I saw one of the old saved files and it hit me! Why not have Batgirl thinking she is just taking down black market smugglers find that they are actually Kurii slavers and she just walked into the middle of a shipment with no back up. 

I think it has a lot of potential and hope that you all enjoy it

 

Lady Ragenta: No Good Deed Act 5 the finale Bitter Reunion

 Lady Ragenta

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No Good Deed

Act 5 the finale

"Bitter Reunion"

        Ragenta made her way through the streets of Victoria as Genta the slave of the House of Chains. As before no one paid her any attention as they saw her as just another pretty slave out on a errant for her owner. She did not like having to do this, but circumstances has left her with no choice. After returning to the House of Chains from the Victoria auction house with Atilas, they had spent the evening together talking. He had once again told her that he did not want to hear of her playing slave girl in public again. It was too dangerous for her to dance so close to the line she was sure to fall over.

          Ragenta had assured him over and over that she was only doing it to accomplish things she couldn’t do as Ragenta. That she had no burning need or desire to become a kajira. She wasn’t sure how convincing she had been as at the time she was attempting to reassure him of this, she was straddling his lap wearing pleasure silks. Definitely not proper attire for a proper free woman to wear. But there had been no collar on her neck at the time, and she was in private with the man she has rekindled a old flame with. She had heard the barbarians use a term that went the ‘genie was out of the bottle’ she thought it went. The slave had to explain what a genie was and why it was in a bottle. But it was an amusing tale that had entertained her at the time.

          It was uncertain, how the relationship between her and Atilas would develop. But she was sure that they were be more that casual business partners from now on. So, she had promised him that she would not disguise herself as a slave again.  Only then Atilas had to leave for Ar to finalize the deal for the new Slave House. Spectus, who was usually more of a hindrance that help, was still out of town. So, the daily running of the house had fallen to her. Nothing unusual in that other than the inquiries to purchasing the slave called Ginger from the Fowled Anchor had went very well. Sirus had made out very nicely and not gotten too greedy knowing the interest in the slave.

          Arrangements were made for the slave to be delivered to Dantor’s laboratory. The handler would lock her in a kennel and leave. Sena would stay there secured in the cage until Ragenta arrived and released her. The plan was simple enough but did not go as it should have. Ragenta had not been able to leave the house to let her out. The caretaker that Ragenta had hired did however check on the building and the slave once a day. Not being told otherwise, the woman let the slave out of the cage, fed and water her, let her clean herself and her cage, as well as the house before she was put back into the cage for the night.

It was highly unlikely that Sena had even known where she was until she was let out of her cage. She had been wearing a slave hood when she was delivered to the laboratory. It would not have been removed until she was knelt at the door of the kennel, removed, and told to enter the grill locked behind her. There always was the chance Sena might have seen something from the grill door of her kennel that she recognized. She had been in this dwelling many times Ragenta was sure over the years. Dantor had been the only master that had owned her until the raid.

But if Sena knew where she was at or not was moot, Ragenta had found and bought her sister. Soon as she reached the laboratory, she would release Sena from her cage. She would remove the collar from her sister’s neck and set her free. The papers had been drawn up and she had signed them. They were in the documents to be filed with the city Administrator’s office. There were papers showing the slave in question had been sold to local river captain, who had then sold her to a merchant, who sold her to the Lady Andraus. Lady Andraus had then freed the slave on paper. Papers had also been drawn up for Lady Invidia as well as a purse heavy enough that her sister need not worry about anything for some time.

At the moment, if it were not for concern on how Atilas would take the news of her slipping out as a slave after he had forbid her to do so again. The day would be perfect. Soon her sister would be free, they would get to know one another. Ragenta still wasn’t sure it would be safe for Sena, or soon to be Invidia to remain close to her after the villa attack. But she would let her decided if she wanted to stay or move on. They might search for their mother together. Or Ragenta could finance Invidia’s search for that matter About the only thing that Ragenta didn’t think she had covered was if Sena wanted to remain a slave. But somehow after their encounter in the Fowled Anchor, she was pretty sure that would not be a consideration.

It was taking longer that she had planned on. When Ragenta arrived at the knot string was pulled in so the woman she had hired to be check on the laboratory and living area was still in the building. They had met only once and then Ragenta had been wearing her hood and veils, so the woman had never seen her face and hair. But she might find something familiar about her voice. Not to mention how closely she resembled the slave in the kennel. Ragenta didn’t think that the woman would put her the kennels as well. But it’s better not to take unnecessary risks at this point. And giving the hired woman reason to question why two slaves looked so much alike was unnecessary.

Ragenta, or the slave Genta had taken up a place at the entrance to one of the side allies where she could watch the main entrance to the building. She hoped that this would not take too long. Because while this part of the city was safe enough, it was not wise for a slave girl to dally too long in one place. She had heard stories over the years of girls that were pulled into side alley’s and forced to yield and serve groups of adolescent males looking for fun. If that happened, she would have to obey and do as they said. The girls once they were done were usually sent home with their garments tied about their necks and hands bound behind them. Ragenta had no desire to return to the House of Chains like that and give anyone any reason to do more than check her collar number off the list.

There was a slight chance that she could be captured to be sold. But the theft of slaves was seriously frowned upon and carried heavy penalties. But it was also a river port so females free and slave were known to vanish only to be sold in a market in another port. No, her biggest risk was being detained and question why she was lingering in this area. Again, this would mean her being returned by Guardsmen to the House of Chains on their leash and turned over to sentry and scribe at the door. Because there had been an issue, she would not allowed to simply go to her assigned housing or work area. No, she would remain on a leash and taken to one of the slave Masters to look into the matter and punish her if needed. Which there would be punishment if a house slave was brought back by the Victorian Guard. Soon, as she was stripped at the whipping post, the lack of brand would be noted and someone would remember that there had been a slave without a brand at the sale house recently, And she was a red head too wasn’t she. Before Atilas could return to enforce his promise not to release her again. She would marked and likely moved to the common slave pens. It was very likely that she would be back at the auction house before anyone knew what happened to Lady Ragenta.

Then the she saw the woman leaving the building and sitting the signature knot on the door. Ragenta waited for a few ehn before moving. She wanted to back sure that the woman didn’t come right back for something she had forgotten. Thinking that it was safe, Ragenta left the alley and moved to the door, her finger deftly work the knots. The door open she moves in and quickly closes and bars the door to prevent anyone from entering.

Standing the side of the kennel out of sight and opening the lock, Ragenta tries to deepen her voice and calls out, “Out of the kennel slave!” trying hard not to giggle.

Sena crawled from her kennel quickly as a conditioned response knowing only that the door had opened and someone had ordered her out. Once she was out of the small kennel, out of reflex she knelt back on her heels, as she heard a female voice she kept her thighs closes but her hand resting atop them, her hair was pulled back, and she wore a red house tunic with her slave collar. Ragenta stepped around her and smiled with her hands on her hips.

“You do clean up pretty good, little sister.” She smiled at the kneeling girl.

“What? You!” Sena twisting and looking at the speaker. Seeing her sister standing their smiling wearing a white house slave tunic and a collar.

“Just me, Sena,” Ragenta smiled and holding her hand out to help her sister off her knees. “I said that I would make arrangements for you to be bought from that place.”

“When you said that you would ask your Master to buy me. I didn’t believe you.” Sena still wrapping her mind around her and the sister she has despised for so long being owned by the same Master. She would definitely have to learn to get along with her as while Master seldom bother with the squabbles of slaves, they would not tolerate drama or foolishness as they saw it disrupting their house. If the slave whip didn’t take care of it, then slaves are bought and sold all the time. She has just changed owners. And her sister had been the slave of their Master long enough to influence him to buy another slave that was her sister. “So, we both belong to Atilas the Slaver?”

   

“Well, not exactly,” Ragenta fidgeted a little. “For the moment, you belong to me.”

“What?” taken back by that, looking at her older sister. “How can that be? You are a slave too, you wear a collar and slave tunic. You are owned. You fell slave at the villa when mother and I were taken.”

“But I didn’t fall slave that day. I almost did. But I didn’t” Ragenta said softly.

“You wear a collar, you are a slave!” Sena insisted.

“I am not a slave. I wear this collar that I put on to move about sometime. It is the collar of the House of Chains that I part own. I arranged for you to be purchased and brought here. Dantor left his possessions to me and dying breath was for me to find you and mother and free you.”

“But I saw you wearing only a collar in the Fowled Anchor. You had just pleasures your Master?” Sena looked at her in disbelief. She had to be a slave. Surely she could not still be playing her games after they had resulted in the theft of her and mother and Master Dantor’s death. She hadn’t known for sure that he was dead till just now. But from where she knelt in the slave coffle, she had watched him fall with a wound that could have only been mortal.

“I had to find you and the only way for me to see if you or mother were there was to enter the tavern as if I were a slave.” She sighed. “I begged Atilas for help, to take me there. His did not approve and kept me under complete slave discipline the entire time. He held nothing back and I was treated as if I were his slave in all ways.” Blushing and lowering her eyes. “Even to serving his pleasure in the furs.”

The little slut! Sena thought, she had been forced to submit and yield to the lust and pleasures of any man who paid for a cup of paga. While her sister had been playing slave girl and squirming in the furs of her business partner. She had heard Master and mother talking about the dangerous game that Ragenta had been playing. The whole reason for her trip to the villa was in the hopes that she would get a taste of the collar she courted. Master was dead, mother and her had been sold in separate sales so who knew where she was. And the little Tatrix was still playing slave girl.

“I have seen Master Atilas, and that must have been so hard for you to serve his pleasures.” Sena said dryly. “So now what happens? How does one in a collar arrange to buy another slave or does as I suspect this collar comes off when you wish it?”

“The collar of house slave 74586 known as Genta is assigned to Lady Ragenta as a personal slave. I wear the collar to move about unnoticed when Lady Ragenta cannot leave the house for whatever reason. Usually because someone has to be in the house and the other partners are away. Like this morning.”

“So, you have the key on you and can remove the collar yourself any time you wish?” Sena had worn a collar locked on her since she started puberty. The only time in her life after that one was not worn was when she was pretending to be this little slut. Even then she wore an anklet that identified her as slave.

“Not on me,” Genta laughed. “That would be foolish and risky. It might be lost. But I kept one here, one at another location,” No need to tell her about her alias Lady Andraus just yet, “and back in my chambers at the House of Chains.” As she spoke Genta moved to a false panel in a cabinet and removed a key moving back to stand in front of her sister.

“So, you can remove your collar if you wish right now?” Sena asked curiously.

“No,” Genta thought as she reach to move Sena’s hair out of the way to insert the key. “I had to give the one I had here to Atilas prior to going to the tavern that day. I can’t remove the collar right now till I am able to return to my chambers in the house and alone.” The key turned, the lock opened on Sena’s collar.

“So,” Sena choosing her words carefully as a plan formed in her mind. “Then till you return to the house and retrieve the key. You are unable to remove it.” She felt the slave collar being removed from her neck. The first time her neck had not worn a slave collar in many years. “It is like you are a slave yourself while wearing it.”

“I pretty much am as far as anyone who sees me like this is concerned.” Ragenta laughed as she turn to lay the discarded slave collar on a shelf. “I have to admit. That between learning about you and mother being slaves. And how I am seen and treated while I am wearing this collar. I have a different outlook on slaves that I used to have. I have some papers drawn up for you with a new name. Just in case someone was trying to get me that day.”

“I happen to like the name Sena, but I suppose that it is a slaves name isn’t it, Genta” Smiling as she addressed her older sister by her slave name. “In a way you are lucky”

“How is that?” Ragenta turned an walked back to her sister.

“I have never been a free woman before, where you already have insight into being a slave” Sena smiled wickedly.

“What?” Ragenta puzzled.

“You are not too bright, you will have to get smarter.” Sena laughed. “Did you not just free me and those papers on the table state that I am a free woman now?”

“Well, yes those are your papers and there is a wallet with ten gold tarns. With that much you can pretty much go and do as you please for a while as long as you don’t get to extravagant with your spending. I know having your own coins will be strange at first, but I am sure you will get used to it. And I am sure that I can help you get more if and when you need it.” Ragenta softly laughed.

“You are very casual in how you speak to me, Genta” Sena said coldly.

“Excuse me?”

“You just acknowledged that I am free did you not?” she asked snuggly.

“Yes, you are free and no longer a slave, Sena.” Ragenta answered, not sure what was happening.

“Sena?” her sister quirked an eyebrow. “I will get back to that. What is that you have on your neck?”

“A slave collar,” Ragenta responded as a cold chill ran down her spine.

“Can you remove it?” Sena smiled.

“No, I don’t have the key with me.” Not liking where this was going.

“What does the collar say on it’s inscription?” Sena could read it herself but wanted to hear the words said aloud. She might have been born a slave, but she had been given a better education that many free children.

“Slave 74586, Property of the House of Chains, Victoria” Ragenta said barely above a whisper.

“Then if you are not able to remove it and it proclaims the wearer as a slave and Property of the House of Chains. Then that makes you a slave now doesn’t it, girl” Sena’s words are hard and cold. Ragenta start to speak but the back of Sena’s hand sent her to the floor. “Kneel and address me property, slave.”

Ragenta paused for a moment taken back at this. The tone of Sena's voice was deadly serious. Was her sister really commanding her as if she were a slave? She was her older sister and the Slaver Lady Ragenta one of the owners of the House of Chains. But there was no mirth in her sister’s gaze.

“That is not amusing, Sena. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that and give me commands like I am a simple slave girl.” Ragenta’s temper flared.

“I am now a free woman of Victoria. And I am talking to a collared slave girl, a pretty one that is not too bright, but a collared slave, nonetheless. Now unless you can remove that collar, you have half a heartbeat to get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. Or I shall take that slave goad off the wall and correct a stupid slave.” The tone was low and even with almost a hint of a dare as Sena answered.

Ragenta eyed the hanging slave goad. She had never felt the receiving end of one of the devices but was very familiar with it’s effects.  Thoughts and plans raced through her mind. Sena was right she was locked in a slave collar that she could not remove. It proclaimed her as a slave of the House of Chains. She wanted to fight but locked in the collar on her neck made those evaporate into the air around her. She felt that she had a better that average chance of winning. But winning would require either restraining Sena to one of the slave rings mounted in the wall or getting her back inside the kennel and locking the grill door. It would also require that the same things didn’t happen to her. That or Sena did not get to the slave goad or whip that were hanging ready from wall pegs. Worse case was that some heard them fighting and thinking that vandals were inside called for guardsmen. That would not go well, as she wore a collar and while Sena didn’t she was branded and still in a slave tunic. Both of them would be seen as slaves, and either locked in separate slave kennels or leashed and braceleted before being returned to the House of Chains. Sena’s freedom would be very short lived and Ragenta’s would be over.

It could be that Sena just wanted to make her miserable and treat her as a slave for a short time. It would not be pleasant, but resisting could ensure that she stayed in this collar or one like it. Slowly she lowered to her knees in the position of a tower slave. Sena was now a free woman after all.

“Good, girl. Leasha!” Sena commanded. Instantly Ragenta turned her head to the side and placed her wrists crossed in the small of her back. Sena left her long enough to fetch a set of slave bracelets which secured her wrists behind her. Then she snapped a leash on her collar that she tethered her to one of the slave rings. Then Sena turned to walk away laughing. “Don’t go anywhere little slave”

Ragenta watched as her sister strolled from the room leaving her secured to the wall. This was not good. It then occurred to her that she never really had met her sister until that day she ran into the slave called Ginger at the Fowled Anchor she had known about her for several hands and seen her being taken at the Villa. But not talked to her till the tavern. Mother had warned her before the Villa attack that Sena had some animosity towards her. But what she was feeling and just seen was hatred. Ragenta pulled at the slave bracelets locking her wrists behind her back. She knew it was fruitless, as they were designed to hold someone like her in prefect security. Obeying and allowing herself to be so restrained was the quickest way to avoid a physical confrontation. But it also left her at the mercy of her estranged sister. Only made worse by the damned collar that she had locked on her own neck. She had been so focused on freeing her sister and the reunion she had imagined. That she had not considered that Sena felt the same. It still might not have gone well, but it would have been much better for her if she had been wearing Slavers robed and not a slave tunic.

When Sena returned, she no longer wore the red slave tunic that she had been wearing. No now she was wearing a short light yellow house tunic that belonged to Ragenta. Ragenta felt sick in the pit of her stomach. The one thing she had forgotten to arrange for Sena was proper clothing for a freed woman. Now Sena had located and start to put on the clothing that Ragenta had left here to change into.

“Well little slave are you comfortable?” Sena laughed.

“Sena.” Ragenta started to feel the back of her sister’s hand her mouth. Correcting herself, “Mistress, why are you doing this?”

“Haven’t you heard that curiosity is not becoming of a kajira?” She laughed. Then seeing the frustration and puzzlement in the kneeling girl’s eyes. “You really don’t know. This is priceless. I loathe you Ragenta, I loathe and despise your very being.”

“But why?” Ragenta pleaded.

“Because our father and you, left mother and me to serve as slaves. While you were wearing expensive clothing and fine foods living the best life. I was wearing a collar and slave rags, eating gruel, and working from morning till I was chained for the night. Then Master went to all the trouble to try and show you how much better off you were while I was still a slave! Mother and I was taken, Master killed because of you!” Tears had formed in her eyes as she vented her rage. “I was so happy when I saw you in the tavern thinking you finally were a slave. But then to find out after all the pain you caused you were still playing your little game!”

“Se…” Ragenta started to say then caught herself, “Mistress, I swear that I didn’t know till the villa. I was told that mother had died long ago. And when Dantor was taking me back to the Villa and mother was in the wagon with her. She told me the whole story that her and Dantor kept you secret from me and from father as well. I swear!”

“Lying slave!” She spat. Then reaching for the disrobing loop, freed Ragenta’s slave tunic allowing it to fall about her hips. “Now it is time that you learn what happens to lying slaves, sister.” The leash was removed from the ring on the wall, and she was pulled to her feet forced to follow behind nearly tripping on the tunic as it fell about her feet. Ragenta struggled to get her balance and get her footing. One the bright side dressed only in the house slip, Sena couldn’t remove her from the house at this moment as a naked leashed slave. But she knew the house and in a moment, she saw the high mounted wall rings that were so placed for the purpose of securing slaves standing up. There were two reasons for that, examination, and she was sure that her sister didn’t wish to exam her body. And the other, punishment and that her sister would do to her.

Once again Ragenta had to remind herself that resisting or fighting Sena would not be good for either of them. All she could do was hope for the best even though it looked very bleak for her at the time. Sena removed the slave bracelet from one wrist lifting the still cuffed wrist up, passed the open cuff through the iron ring to be locked once more on Ragenta’s other wrists.

 “Mistress,” Ragenta, addressed Sena with reluctance but knowing that addressing her by name would on infuriate her more. “You do not need to do this. I swear that I did not know of you and neither did our father…” The plea was cut short by the bite of the five soft leather blades of the slave whip nipping at the back of her thighs causing her to cry out.

“What was that, slave?” Sena coaxed.

“Mistress,” Ragenta gasped having felt the slave whip for the first time in many years. “Please, Mistress, you do not need to do this. I am sorry for the wrongs you feel have been done to you.” Ragenta cried out again as the whip fell on her again.

“You will not be sorry enough, slave.” Hissed Sena as she brought the whip down on Ragenta’s vulnerable back. She had felt the whip many times and knew just where to place the blows so not to leave marks but be the most effective. Mother and her might have been the favored slaves to Master, but that did not mean they were spared the whip when needed. They were slaves. And so would their sister if she had her way. Soon Ragenta hung lump from the slave ring by her wrists sobbing. She wasn’t broke but the trauma of being whip had taken some of her resolve from her.

Sena returned to whip to its peg on the wall, then took a small piece of cloth from a storage cabinet and small vile that she wet the cloth with. Moving back to the dangling girl, Sena clamped her hand with the cloth over her sister’s mouth and nose. Within ihns, Ragenta succumb to the fumes of the capture scent and slipped into unconsciousness. Sena let her hang while she returned the cloth to the cabinet with the vile. Moving back, she unlocked one wrist and lowers the sleeping slave to the floor, Much as she would have just let her drop. She didn’t want to cause her to suffer any injuries that would mark her.

Knowing the girl was not going anywhere, she went back into the other room to return with the red slave tunic that she had worn before. Lifting the limp form of her sister, she dressed Ragenta in the red slave tunic, the secured her wrists once more in the small of her back with the slave bracelets. Satisfied that girl was going nowhere, Sena strolled back to the chest with her sister’s robes and veils. She had to wear the robes of a free woman while posing as her sister at the villa so she was somewhat used to putting on the cumbersome garments. Once she was fully dressed, which still felt very strange to her.

Sena searched for anything that might be of value to her. Any jewelry or coins stashed away. The little fool had left a heavy purse but that would only last so long. And where she would go and what would she do was still a mystery to her. Next question was what to do with her sister. The thought of taking her to the Fowled Anchor and selling her was so very tempting. But she was known intimately there, and they had seen the slave Genta there recently as well. Her thigh lacked a proper brand as well. That and not having the key to the collar would raise questions of Lady Ragenta tried to sell a slave with no brand and didn’t have the key to the collar on the slave. If she had the key to remove the House of Chains collar the wench would be wearing the Fowled Anchor collar that Sena had worn here. She would make a lovely Ginger, Sena laughed amused. But then perhaps there was a better option. Let her become a victim of her own flesh shop.

Moving to the cabinet, Sena took out a different vile, going back to the chained slave laying on the floor she ran the vile under her nose till she started to stir. A wicked laugh escaped her as she watched the slave stirring and in doing so covering herself and pulling on the slave bracelets that held her. Corking the vile, Sena placed it within the folds of her robes.

“Nadu, kajira!” She commanded, then laughed as she watched Ragenta struggling to rise to her knee and assume the commanded slave position. Sena walk stepped closer and tapped the kneeling girl’s inner thighs telling her to widen them. “You had best get used to kneeling like that.”

“What?” Ragenta still a little dazed as she looked up seeing herself as the female slaver.

“Yes, thank you for the clothing, dear sister. I was needing something to wear and since you will not be needing them for the foreseeable future.” Sena smiled wickedly at her kneeling sister as she snapped a leash to her collar.

“Please, Sena...Mistress,” Ragenta begged finally shaking off the grogginess. “You don’t need to do this. I have sought to find and free you not only because of the promise I make Dantor but because you are my sister!”

“And so, you have. I am free, you on the other hand, your freedom is in serious jeopardy I’m afraid.” Smiling as she tugged the leash, so it pulled the collar against the back of her neck. “I think I make a lovely and very convincing Lady Ragenta. Don’t you? I know that there are a few that would know that I am not you. But most couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Sena, remove the slave bracelets and leash. I will not retaliate in anyway.” Now a mixture of fear of what might happen and anger at what already had happened was taking over as she spoke in a clear, even tone.

“Have you forgotten the feel of the slave whip around, little slave?” Sena tugged the leash again as a reminder. “And since I am Lady Ragenta, that mean you are the slave and had better remember that. Maybe I should just sell you and be done with this.”

“You can’t sell me because you don’t have any papers on me. And anyone that would give you a decent price will ask questions.” Ragenta knew it was a bluff, but having been a slave of one owner her whole life, she was praying that Sena didn’t know that.”

“No, that is true, but I do have the papers for the slave called Ginger that was sold to someone from the Fowled Anchor. Now those could fit you.” Sena smiled. Ragenta’s heart sank, she was right. At first glance they looked so much alike that no one might not catch that they weren’t hers until after the fact. Then another thought occurred to her but before she could speak, Sena did for her. “No, that won’t work as I will likely need those later on. Especially should the matter of my brand come into question.”

“See, now please let me go.”

“Let you go?” she laughed, “I have no intention of letting you go, sister. In fact, you are to only answer to the slave name,” forcing Ragenta’s head back to read the collar, “Genta. You are named Genta. Now what is your name?”

“Genta, Mistress.” Ragenta said bitterly.

“Good girl.” Smiled Sena, “And what is Genta?”

“Genta is a slave, Mistress.” She answered in defeat. She wanted to fight, She wanted to resists. But she was kneeling as a slave, locked in slave bracelets, wearing the garment of a slave, and most damning of all locked in the collar of a slave house which proclaimed her as a slave of that house. And most of all, she was under the control of a Mistress that would very much enjoy seeing her stay that way. “May I know what you intend to do with me,” pausing, “Mistress.”

“Me? Well, I as the Lady, what was the new name you arranged?” pulling out the papers Invidia am going to do nothing. But I do believe that Lady Ragenta is going to lead one of her slaves that requires punishment and retraining back to the house and turn her over to the slave master.”

Ragenta’s heart sank and she felt like she was going to be sick. Sena was dressed as her, and if she handed the leash over to any of the staff with those instructions. Then they would be followed as if she had given them herself. Whomever her leash was given to would take her to the slave master’s office, she was not sure who had the duty today as they had several slave masters. But soon as she was stripped for whipping, it would be discovered that she was not marked. And before the 18^th Ahn she would be branded then sent to the pens. There she would be trained as a slave and then eventually sold like the rest.

“Come along, slave,” Tugging on leash forcing Genta to rock forward and rise to follow. It was not as awkward for her this time. Not exactly a good think Genta thought, she has been spending too much time back braceleted and leashed as of late. She heard a joyful laugh from Sena who said, “Oh and until told otherwise, Genta, you are gagged by Mistress will.”

Genta groaned as that was one more touch to seal her doom. Not that anyone would listen to her thinking she was a slave. But all the pieces had fallen into place for Sena to get her revenge. As she followed behind she thought and thought of anything that might help her but ordered mute and leashed, she could not even get lost on the way to the slave master’s office finding her way to her chambers and the keys.

So, she followed her sister through the streets of Victoria like a verr to slaughter. Twice she had been slapped or groped by some passing. But she was a slave to them and they could do that. She didn’t know the level of hatred Sena had for her. Mother has said she was bitter, but this was far beyond bitter. She only could hope that now she seemed doomed to slavery that Sena would find mother and free her since she has failed. Looking up and seeing the banners of their house. She had not realized how short a distance it was or perhaps it was that she was too lost in her world crashing around her. Maybe if the Priest Kings smiled on her, she might be noticed and selected to serve Atilas again. If not then she would hold that memory of her time with him.

 “Tal Lady Ragenta,” said the man at the door. “How may I assist you?”

“While I was out tending to business. I came across one of our slaves. I found her displeasing.” Sena handed him Genta’s leash. “She has been gagged by my will as I did not wish to hear a sound from her. I wish her to be turned over to the slave master and given 20 lashes.”

“May I asked what this slave did, Lady Ragenta? I have seen her about the house, and she has always seemed to be a good slave.” That caused Genta to lift her eyes. She remember this staff member. More than once, he had stroked her flank as she passed. Now she stood in mute silence as they spoke of her as if she wasn’t there.

“I found her to be displeasing and insolent. Not only is she to receive 20 lashes from the slave master. But I want her thrown in with the next class of new slaves and trained again. Maybe then she will learn something.” It took every bit of restraint that Genta had not to say something.

“Yes, Lady. I will see that it is done.” He nodded then pulled on the leash, looking to Genta and said, “Come along, girl. Let’s get you below.”  Leading her into the house as the fake Lady Ragenta strode away from the house entrance. Genta at the end of her leash was pulled towards her fate.

Epilogue

One of the keepers lead a shapely flame haired slave through the corridors of the House of Chains. The slave had her eyes down casts as she followed the keeper on her leash. Her wrists pulled at the slave bracelets that confined her wrists in the small of her back even though she knew that it was futile to do so. They were designed to hold women like her and did their job very well. A tear formed in her eye as her life was over as she knew it. It would be slave steel and serving those that would own her from now on. As she saw no escape from this.

From one of the side rooms after they had passed stepped a stocky well-built man with long blonde hair and mustache. His name was Spectus, one third owner of the House of Chains slave house. He watched the flanks of the red haired slave as she was escorted on her leash. He enjoyed the view, he would have liked it more had he known who the slave was.

“Rolas,” Spectus called to the keeper leading the fire crotch.

“Yes, Noble Spectus?” The keeper stopping and turning, placing his hand on the slaves breast to halt her.

“A word for an ehn, Rolas,” Motioning the keeper to him.

“Yes. Spectus,” first to his employer, then to the slave, “Go to the end of the hall and wait. I will be but an ehn. I am sure your sweet ass will be grateful for a few more moment before the slave master’s whip.”

The girl proceeded as she was told and knelt to the side of the passage to the lower level as she was told with her head lower, not daring to lift her eyes or show her face. The keeper had turned and moved back to Spectus.

“Yes, Spectus?”

“I will be having guest tonight for dinner. I want you to pick some prime slave meat for servers and for our pleasures.” The blonde giant said watching the kneeling slave.

“How many do you wish?”

“Make it a dozen, sweetly curved and various pelts.” Pausing for a moment. “Make it 11 and I want that fire crotch as the 12^th” Pointing at the kneeling slave at the end of the hall. Her number 74586 temporarily named Genta.

"Lady Ragenta as order her to receive 20 lashes from the slave master then sent to the pens to be retrained.”

“The little slut must have really angered the she-sleen!” Spectus laughed.

“I will find you another, Spectus.”

“Nay, I want that one for tonight. I wager she squirms and juices well.”

“But what about Lady Ragenta?”

“I wager that she squirms and juices well also, But I said I want that one so have her bathed, perfumed, and silked for tonight. If the Lady ask, tell her it was done. If she presses then send her to me.”

“As you wish, Spectus. I will have her delivered with the others.” Nodding as he turned to collect the waiting slave. When he reached the slave. “I don’t know if you are lucky slave or not. You are to go to the bathes to serve at Spectus table tonight. Do well and the only whipping you will receive will be between your sweet thighs.”

Genta looked at the back of her keeper, Rolas as she followed. Her chances of getting out of this had not changed. She just would not be whipped right away and spend tonight in the lower slave pens tonight.

Merry Christmas to everyone one

 I would like to take this time to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a safe and Happy New Year. 

I will have No Good Deed Act 5 posted later today. I apologize for the delay on it. I will also be posting another status update in the next day or so.

Again Merry Christmas

Paladin

Test draft for viewers opinions

 I have been working on more and more Gorean style artwork as you have all seen posted in the Ragenta tale of "No Good Deed"

I am going to post a couple that I didn't use in No Good Deed and one of a paga tavern for the enjoyment and feed back of My readers. 

Now on this one I know that brand should be on the left flank and not the right. AI issue.

Now this one I liked and I could overlook the AI's clothing the slaves in slave bikini's since they are nude colored. I had a hard time getting the slave on the rack to lay flat with her hands over her head chained down. I would have gone with this one only I opted to do two images instead of one. as well as not to have the other slaves present when she is about to be branded.

Here with the reunion of sisters, I was able to edit out the tunic and pleasure silks for the one used in Act 3. But I did like how the silks turned out in a belly dancer style.

This is one that I had originally done for the final chapter but came up with several that I liked better.

This one I call Babs on Gor. It will be on My DA page shortly. But this has Batgirl aka Barbra Gordon finding that they criminals she was about to attempt to bust were actually Kurii slavers that simply add her too the shipment. Barbra Gordon and Batgirl vanish from Earth and there is another red haired barbarian kajira in the chains of Gorean Masters

finally

This is a rough draft but I think it turned out well for the most part. It has the key elements of the low tables and dancing sands. I would like to have the sand pit to be larger but for the restrictions of the image size it works. I might see if I can use the low lighting to remove the silks all together or hopefully shorten them a great deal. They look more like belly dancers silks as they are now.

Again tell Me what you think. and for My fellow writers if I can help with images for your stories I would be happy to help if I can.

Lady Ragenta: No Good Deed Act 4 Unexpected Turn of Events

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No Good Deed

Act 4

Unexpected Turn of Events

Ragenta was lost in thought as she started back towards the holdings that had been the late Dantor’s laboratory. She had honestly not known what to expect when she met with Atilas to escort her looking like one of their house slaves down to the paga tavern. After seeing the inside of the Fowled Anchor there was no doubt in her mind that begging Atilas to escort her there was the right move. As a free woman she would have been enslaved if she entered, as a slave on an errant she was sure that she would not have left either. Especially after she had came to the attention of the owner of the establishment, Sirus. She shivered when she thought of him touching her as she was examined and accessed by him in the middle of the tavern like the slave she appeared to be.

          Atilas had seemed to enjoying having her as his slave while there. She had thought she would be knelt beside him at his table. She had not counted on him ordering her to strip and display herself as she had for him in private the night before. Only this time she was standing in the middle of the Tavern’s main room while those around watched and looked upon her naked except for a slave collar and bells. When the puggy tavern keeper offered 4 silver tarsk for her, her heart had stopped. That was a very good price for a slave new to her collar which she would be. Had anyone but Atilas been holding her leash and acting as her master. Ragenta was sure that she would have been sold to the tavern. But Atilas had given his word not to sell or brand her as long as she didn’t confess herself as a slave while being kept under a slave’s discipline. It was a very fine like that she had to walk.

          She smiles at the thought of how well he had used her like a slave girl several times before sending her home. She had very much enjoyed the time together they had spent together after dinner alone. His touch and feel as she was with him. It was gentle and kind, as lovers that had waited far too long to be together. They had shared her couch as if they were companions. This morning before leaving the house she would have loved to see that play out for them. But then she has presented herself to him in her disguise as one of their slaves. She had agreed and been put under slave discipline to him as if she were such a slave. Ragenta had not minding being walked through the streets of Victory as the leashed slave of the noble Atilas of the caste of slavers, House of Chains. It had even appealed to her vanity on a certain level that she was beautiful enough to be mistaken for such a slave.

          Ragenta smiled and blushed a little at how her more intimate region was so tender and sore from him having using her richly and much taking the pleasures of a slave from her body. Master had chained and slave raped her several times in the alcove. But that wasn’t the right term for it. Yes, she had not been asked if she minded being used as a slave. But she would not have said no, as the term concerning slaves was used, she was juicing nicely from the sexual stimulations that she had received beyond the thrill of being under his control as she was. She was juicing just thinking about this morning and being with him.

          Genta was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to pay attention to her surroundings. It was not until the stinging crack of a switch across the her back that she was brought back to the moment.

 

She wheeled about to say something forgetting her present attire only to turn her back to the freewoman standing there with the switch as it fell on her again. Genta could do nothing but cry out and endure the abuse as her hands were securely locked behind her in slave steel.

          “Stupid filthy slave!” the free woman dressed in the robes of a scribe screamed at Genta striking her again and again. All Genta could do is turn so that her back was presented to the woman and cry out in pain. Her normal bold and aggressive nature suppressed out of self-defense. She wanted to scream at the woman to stop and demand to know why she was doing this. Her disguise was working too well and all this woman saw was a slave girl. “Clumsy Slave!”

          “Please Mistress, please don’t hit me please.” Genta begged as she dropped to her knees before the woman as tears of shame rolled down her cheek. None paid them the slightest attention other then to wonder what this slave had done to anger the woman other that to be a slave girl. Female slaves were bore the brunt of free women’s anger and scorn. “Please, Mistress, forgive me!” she begged.

          “Filthy, slave.” The woman snarled as the blows ceased. Genta knew that she was not to move, to stay on her kneels and be as submissive as she could or the woman might start again. Her body was on fire from the stings of the switch. When she was in her normal clothing she carried such a switch and had used it often on slave girls that crossed her path. That was something that Genta or Ragenta would have to rethink in the future having been on the receiving end of such a switching now.

          “Please forgive a slave, Mistress for offending you.” Genta sobbed as she took deep breaths. Then seeing a sandaled foot thrust between her face and the stones of the street. Inwardly she groaned in humiliation. She knew what was now expected of her. Softly as the tears fell she kissed the foot of the woman who stood over her. As she bent more forward to do this she knew that her ass lifted more and she was showing off more than she wished to those behind her watching. In fact the attack from the woman had cause her tunic to shift and fall off her shoulder stripping her to the waists. With her wrists locked in the small of her back there was nothing she could do to fix the tunic and cover herself once more. “Thank you, Mistress Thank you.” She pleaded in shame as she begged like a slave not to be punished and forgiven for whatever she had done if anything.

          “Maybe we should thank the woman.” One man said behind her.

          “Why?” replied his companion.

          “The may be a she-sleen. But she gave a better look at this slave’s curves.” The first had laughed. “Let’s go seeing this one has me hungry for that new fire crotch at the Fowled Anchor, she is a hellcat in the furs.”

          “You may stop, slut” The woman informed Genta who was still kissing the feet of the woman to placate her. Slut? Why had she, oh, she had not washed and cleaned myself after being well used by Master, she meant Atilas, and yielding to him several times. She remembered that smell on the slaves in the training pens after they had been well used by the staff during their lessons. Genta softly moaned as she thought about what that must have been like, then of Master again, she was feeling the moisture again. She scolded herself to stop and focus. She had no desire to be switched again by this woman. “Next time be more aware of where you are going, slut.”

          “Yes, Mistress, thank you.”

          “Now be off with you, there are surely chores that you are neglecting.” With that the woman turned and was moving off down the street once more.

          Genta struggled to her feet. Looked about then set off swiftly in the direction of the lab.

The way to the lab of Dantor was only a couple more blocks. Genta was taking no more changes and made her way there as best that she could avoiding other as much as she good. The only time that she stopped was when she begged a slave girl who had just finished scrubbing the entrance to her Mistress shop and about to go back in. A first the skinny slave was reluctant to help her. But when Genta pleaded that her tunic had come loose under the blows of a passing Mistress switch the girl grew more sympathetic having felt the bite of a free woman’s switch for little or no reason herself. The girl fixed Genta’s tunic so that she was no longer stripped to the waists.

          Genta wonder how she could show her thanks. At first she thought of buying the girl and making her one of her hand slaves. But that would not work for the obvious reason that the girl had seen her as a slave and if she saw her as the Mistress her secret would be out. The best that she could do would be to look in from time to time visiting the shop when not dressed as a slave. She was starting to think that this disguise was bad for her as a slaver. She was seeing the life on the other side of the collar and not as cold and merciless as she once was when it came to buy, selling, training, and acquiring of female

 slaves.

          Seeing the sign over the front door of what used to be Dantor’s laboratory and office in the city, she let out a sigh of relief. She needed to get out of this slave collar and back into her slaver robes soon. Today was starting to scare her as she feared that Master had started something in her belly that there was only one cure for. Atilas! Atilas! She had to stop thinking of him as her master. She was not a slave, she was not a slave, she was the Lady Ragenta of the caste of slavers! It was hard for her to remember that at the moment with her hands braceleted behind her back and wearing only a slave tunic and collar. And the slave bells that jingled with her every step or movement.

          She was almost to the door with it struck her like the blow from that woman’s switch. They had pulled the string through and tied the signature knot before leaving for the tavern earlier. Genta had not though about it because when they left her wrists were braceleted before her body. It would be harder then if they weren’t chained, but she could easily undo the knots. But with her hands fastened behind her it would be next to impossible. Attempting to back up to the door and doing it blind or kneeling facing the door would draw unwanted attention to herself from others, especially roving patrols of the city guard. Then the second problem struck her. There were no keys to the collar or the bracelets in the dwelling. She has surrendered them to Master on command before leaving.

          Genta’s mind was racing. Finally, she concluded that there was only one thing to do. She would have to move on and return to the slave house like this instead of changing clothes here in the laboratory. She had left in guise of a slave, she should be able to return no problem. She would just have to be checked back into the house. The notation on her card has said she was assigned to the Lady Ragenta and would at times be housed outside the house at the laboratory or in her Mistress chambers when in the house. No problem she would just have to remain a slave a little longer that she has planned on. After all that she had gone through today, a few more blocks to the house was nothing.

 

          Genta had been passed through the gate of the high walls of the courtyard of the slave house. With all the house slave moving about the courtyard on work details or being exercised under supervision of training slaves or house guards she was scarcely noticed, because as beautiful and well curved as she was, there were a dozen or more that were her equal. She moved with small quick steps as she had instructed countless slaves over her career as a slaver. She was mindful of where she was going but made sure that she avoided direct eye contact with any of the staff or slave trainers she passed. She had felt the switch on her body today, she had no desire to be on the suffering end of a slave goad.

          When she finally reached the entry way to the house, she swiftly knelt behind the line of slaves that were waiting to be checked in. A board looking scribe in wrinkled robes moved down the line as he checked off each slave by her assigned house number on her collar. He would tell the slave to lift her chin so he could read her collar number off then usually tell her to proceed where she was going or to report somewhere. Genta swallowed hard as she realized that she had almost fired this man for being drunk while working. He would not have the slightest clue who she was. But it was closer than she wished to be to being under discipline to one she had disciplined herself. Then it was her turn.

          “Collar,” was all he said. Instantly she lifted her chin and turned her head slightly so that he could read her collar. “74586, 74586, oh here you are. Go kneel by the wall till you are collected.”

          “But, Master,” she started, “I am to return to Mistress chambers and prepare them for her.”

          “What is your slave number.” He demanded.

          “74586, Master” she answered softly. It would not do for her to be this close and find herself under the slave whip for lack of respect.

          “Yes, 74586 is go to the wall until she is collected.” He looked down at her none too pleased with having to repeat himself.

          “I got her Talis,” Another male voice said behind her. Then she felt strong hands on her arms as she was pulled to her feet and walked over to the wall where she was placed on her knees once more. A short length of chain was clipped on her collar tethering her to the slave ring on the wall behind her. There were five other slaves at the wall with her. She wondered what had happened that she was here.

          Another scribe came to them with two house slaves. One of the slaves moved from chained girl to chained girl and removed her slave tunic. Genta wanted to protest because the slave tunic she had was longer than most cut to hide her lack of a brand. If it was discovered, there would be questions on how she got there without a brand. But then she would be sent to the iron worker and branded to correct the matter.

          The two house slaves assisting the scribe moved down the line. Each chained slaves would be told to open their mouths when the first slave was before her. When it was her turn, a ball of slave gruel was thrust in her mouth.

          “Eat that all up slaves,” the scribe had said, “It a new formula we just got in called Nutri-girl, eat up like good girls.” The female scribe laughed. Genta chewed up the ball of bland tasteless slave food. Spectus as been the one to bring this foul stuff in to feed the slaves, Said he got a good deal on it but would not say where. Next slaves moved down the line pouring water into their mouths. Now they had been fed and watered. The slaves then moved back to the end of the kneeling slaves. Genta could not see what they were doing without turning her head.

          “Mistress, may I speak?” she asked the woman.

          “Make it quick, slave.” the annoyed scribe answered.

          “Mistress, I was to go directly to Mistress Ragenta’s chamber upon my return. She will not be pleased if I do not have her bath ready for her.” She gambled that her story would not be checked.

          “Oh, I am sure that you were, girl. But fret not, I can assure you that her next slave will pick up where you left off, 74568.” The scribe laughed.

          “But Mistress, I am 7458..” Genta never got to finish as the wadding from a slave hood was thrust in her mouth an ihn before the hood was drawn up over her head and buckled in place. She tried to scream out that they had the wrong slave but was effectively muzzled. She heard the kicks of the coffle chain being attached to her collar and the collars of the slaves to her left and right. Her and the others were urged to their feet by the switches of the trainers as the first girl in line was herded into the courtyard with the others forced to follow behind her.

          “Did that slave identify herself as slave 74586 and not as 74568?” Genta heard the female scribe ask.

          “Who cares, this was a rush sale lot. What does it matter if she is sold tomorrow or next week. We need to make room for the slaves that are being shipped in.” replied the man at the door. Genta’s heart sank as she was being taken to the auction house to be sold. Her lack of brand would be discovered, and she would be marked as a slave and sold with the rest. Never seeing Atilas again or saving her Sena and her mother. There was a very real chance that Sirus could see her and buy her off the block for his tavern.

Genta had once more tried to inform the handlers at the auction house that there had been a mistake once the slave hoods and neck coffles had been removed. That had earned her the back of a handler’s hand across her mouth. Her eyes flared once more but were lowered in submission when he produced a slave goad and turned it on. She was then gagged by the master’s will as she was forbidden to speak unless told she could. Genda was taken to the pens where she was told to bathe and groom herself before being chained in a examination cell for the buyers to look at.

 Chained in the exhibition cell, the only way that she knew how much time had passed was by listening to sounding of the bars. She had several potential buyers stop and examine her. Her lack of a brand was noted each time. And true to her fears, Sirus was one of the potential buyers. He had informed his associates to mark her down to be bid on and purchased if at all possible when she ascended the auction block.

          How had this all gone so terribly wrong that she would sold as if she were just another slave in her own auction house tomorrow evening. It was always a danger for a woman in this caste. And if she had been sent to the block as part of a debt repayment or as the result of a hostile takeover or betrayal. She would still have been marketed as the former Lady Ragenta of Ar and not merely next is slave 74586 what am I bid. She would still be sold as a slave either way, but the first would be going out in style and the other as just be the result of poor records keeping and bad timing.

          It was now only a matter of time before she was taken from the cell to have her thigh marked. There was nothing that she could do to stop it. Not would listen that she was not the slave to be sold, they would definitely not listen if she claimed that she was not a slave but the Lady Ragenta. She was a naked and chained slave number 74586 as far as they were concerned. The only thing that claiming who she really was would accomplish would be for her to be whipped as a lying slave. Only Atilas could get her out of this, and even then there would be questions asked. Then again, he might just have her marked and documented as a slave, either keeping her for himself or selling her at a guaranteed profit.

          She looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching her cell. Taking a deep breath, she quickly moves to kneel in the furs with her thighs widely opened as she is expected to. Her hands rested atop her thighs and her eyes were lowered. How many times had she put slaves in this very position. Now she was the slave that knelt before the free men and women. Or she soon would be.

          A bowl of slave porridges and another of water was slide under the bars of her cell. Ragenta wrinkled her nose at it. It was bland and tasteless usually. Before she had been fed prior to being brought to the auction house, Ragenta had only had it as part of Dantor’s plan at the villa and one other time on a dare. She really had no desire to eat the stuff, but she was hungry and if she didn’t then either they would come in and stand over her while she did or water it down and use a feeding tube on her.

          “What not what you ordered?” Came a snarky woman’s voice from behind her. “Secure the door and I will call when I am ready.” A shiver of fear ran down Ragenta’s back as she dared not to look up but she recognized that voice. I was the voice of the free woman that had taken the switch to her in the streets. The cloth of the slave tunic had been no shielding against the switch, but now she was naked chained and locked in a cell with the free woman. It was little to no comfort that the auction house staff would not let the woman cause any serious damage to her as it would lower her sale value. In one day she had gone from merchant to merchandise. “I am crushed,” the woman said, “After I had that batch made up just for you. Shall I have the handler bring the slave whip to encourage you, slut.”

          “No, Mistress, please don’t call for the whip.” Reaching out to pick up the bowl of slave porridge to eat only to have the switch come down hard on the back of her hands. She yelped and dropped the bowl spilling some on the stone floor of the cell. Then the tip of the switch was under her chin lifting her eyes and face to look at the Mistress with her. The woman still in the robes of a scribe wore only a thin house veil, she looked very familiar to Ragenta.

          “Just as I thought,” the woman laughed. “I thought that I recognized you in the streets yesterday afternoon. The House of Chains collar threw me off. Last time that I saw you, slave, you were on the leash of the Physician Dantor being led away from the house.” That caught Ragenta’s attention that this was not just some wondering free woman that had taken a disliking to a slave. No this woman had to be there at the assessment and knew Dantor. “74586, That buffoon, Talis, must have been drunk still or hungover again. The sale order I wrote out was for 74568.

          “When I returned to the house this morning and learned that there was a problem with one of the slaves being sent to the auction house I started to look into it. When I learned that it was a flame haired slut with no brand. Then I had to find out for myself. And look who I have found but you, Lady Andraus. If that is really or was really your name. Because according to the ledgers of the House of Chains, slave 74586 is called Enta and assigned a hand slave to Lady Ragenta. It has been long rumored that Lady Ragenta was a flame crotched bitch. Interesting isn’t it. Slave”

          “Yes, Mistress,” was all Ragenta could say. Her voice failing her. What was her name, she was the scribe in assessment? She was working with the traitor Norac. Was she a traitor and spy too? If she was then there was no hope, not as long as she was chained in a cell as a naked slave girl.

          “On your belly, slave.” Lady Kiana grabbed her by the hair and pulled roughly forward to her belly on the cell floor. “Now on your belly and eat your porridge like the slave beast you now are.” Ragenta had managed to break her fall slightly but the weight of bare body against the hard stone still hurt. Then she inched forward as she was told and slowly stared to lick at the food in the bowl as if she were an animal. Which it looked like she was going to be. Something was not right, There was a lot not right at the moment. But the food, there was more in the bowl then what the daily ration of a slave should be given.

          “Do you like your food, slave?” Kiana cooed with a laugh. “It is something new that Spectus brought back from his last trip. We haven’t been using it as there is a very limited supply of it. He said it was called Nutri-girl. A special formular of slave feed. It is supposed to enhance slaves’ curves and keep her trim, but this batch also helps in training as it makes her more,” she paused, “accepting of commands and conditioning. So, eat up little slave girl.”

          Ragenta was humiliated as she lay naked and chained on her belly lapping up the food as she had been told. She was sick to her stomach as there was nothing more that she could do for herself. She had remember hearing the term Nutri-girl when she was being prepared for transfer to the auction house. Yes, the wad of packed slave gruel was said to have this Nutri-girl in it. And while she knew that she had no choice other that obey all commands at the time. She had felt like she needed to be a good girl for the masters when they were handling her once she had reached the house. She was being drugged!

          “Good slave, now lick it up off the floor. Mustn’t waist it.” Ragenta groaned at that comment to her but licked it up off the stone floor as she was told. “Up! Display!” Kiana commanded her and she obeyed. Ragenta leaped to her feet with the rattle of her chain, standing straight with her breasts thrust out as she lifted her arms to place her fingers interlocked behind her head, her hips were canted with one knee slightly lifted. She looked straight ahead as Kiana slowly circled her. “Yes, you will bring a fine price. Oh, yes I know that you are not the slave scheduled for sale. And no I am not going to stop it. You have cost me too much, slave. I do not care if you are Andraus or even if you are Ragenta herself. And I think you are. Norac had some side deal going on to take Ragenta. I was not part of it. But Dantor left with the ‘Lady Andraus’ in tow like she was a slave. Ragenta was found on the villa by guardsmen looking like she was a slave. I don’t care of you are or were Ragenta, Andruas, or someone else. I cared for Norac. He wasn’t much of a man but he was kind to me. And so was Dantor. He was a kind mentor to me. And now they are both dead and you were somehow connected.” Ragenta’s heart fell. Not for Norac, he was a tarsk as far as she was concerned, but for Dantor. She was responsible for so much pain and death. Maybe she should be punished and made a slave for the rest of her life. “I really don’t care who you are or were. But I have ordered your branding, and you will be sold tomorrow.”

          Kiana then struck the helpless slave girl several times with the switch then left her curled up begging for the beating to stop. Ragenta was still sobbing in humiliation and shame as she heard the cell door open and the Mistress depart.

 

 

 

          Ahn had passed the best that she could tell by the sounding of the bars in the auction house. Ragenta has been removed from her cell and coffled with two other slaves. They had been gagged by master’s will upon being added to the chain of slaves. Ragenta had walked these corridors many time, but in like she was now. Before she had pain the surroundings little mind. The walls were lined with slaves kneeling and chained to iron rings mounted in the walls. Their lines only broken by a recessed hall leading to a holding pen. Every shackle and every pen was filled with slaves both male and female segregated by lots and sex.  Most paid them no mind as they were led past. But few just watched, others would call out taunts or insults. What chilled her the most was the look she got from a few of the chained and cages kajirus. They didn’t call out or make comments about or to her. No, they just watched her with hungry eyes, their plans for her evident by their swollen member that stood out. How many times had she taunted and laughed at kajirus as they could look and not touch a free woman. They were not to touch a kajira either, but it happened from time to time. And as a reward for them or a punishment for her, once she was branded and sold she might be tossed to one of them at the whim of her owner. Then something else occurred to her, what if the Lady Kiana bought her? The woman truly seemed to hate her and would make her slavery as the Lady’s slave a living hell for her.

          As the last in line, Ragenta was removed from the common chain and knelt with the other slaves by the wall, a chain tethered her by the neck to a ring in the wall. Not that she could go far naked and back braceleted. She watched as each of the girls with her had been removed from the wall and strapped down to the slave to the branding rack. The restrained slave would scream out as the white hot iron would kiss her thigh marking her. A physician would apply salve to the brand and the slave removed and back braceleted once more. Lady Kiana wanted Ragenta to watch each of the girls before her being branded to know what was going to happen to her.

          Finally it was Ragenta’s turn, She was secured to the branding rack as Lady Kiana watched. Once she was immobile and restrained. The assistant coffled the other slaves and took them back to their chains and cages.

          “You look scared, slave.” She laughed at Ragenta. “Any last confessions or pleas? Not that they will save you from the iron now.” Then nodding to the iron master, she smiled coldly then paused as he stepped out and she leaned in closer. “So who were you? Besides, the fake Lady Andraus. You were Ragenta the slave mistress weren’t you!”

          Before Ragenta had the opportunity to respond a large hand with a cloth appeared over the mouth and nose of the Lady Kiana. She struggled and tried to break free but quickly fell limp.

          “Capture scent is wonderful stuff.” Atilas laughed holding the unconscious scribe in one arm. Then lowered the woman to the stone floor.

          “Thank You, Master, I didn’t think she was going to shut up.” Ragenta said dryly.

          “I gave you one simple instruction to return to the house and look how much trouble you got in.” He shook his head as he went about the task of stripping the scribe of her clothing.

          “It got complicated, Master.” She sighed. “I don’t think I can get out of this mess. And I’m not sure that I should. Atilas.”

          “Hush, slave girl. I am thinking but heard enough to know that she has pieced together who you are. No, it doesn’t bode well for you.” Looking at the naked woman on the floor. “She will have to disappear one way or the other.”

          “And myself?” she looked to him.

          “By the Priest Kings, I should mark you hide and let you live the life you seemed to flirt with so much. But if I did that then I fear the House will fold as there will be no working with Spectus. Two on one is the only thing that is keeping him in check as it is now.”

          “I am so very sorry, Atilas for all the trouble that I have caused.”

          “If it were anyone but you, I would have marked and sold you long before now. But we go back too far, and perhaps when this business with the new house in Ar is done we might reconsider something more that business partners.”

          “Master,” she laughed, “I am hardly in a position to argue anything with you at the moment. You can do with me as you wish.”

          “Ragenta,” he got very serious, “I will not lie, I enjoyed having you as my slave while at the tavern. But that being said, there is a power struggle going on in our house. The only thing that is keeping Spectus in check is the two of us. He is pushing for more and more control. However, my sources say that he has suffered a setback on something that has weakened his position. Even with his dealings in Brundisium, he is over extended and will take several months to be able to challenge for control of this house. With the purchase of the house in Ar, the wheels will be motion so that it will be up and running sooner that that. I have already arranged for you to supervise movement of staff and slaves to the new house when I am ready.” As he was telling her this, Atilas had already started removing the straps and shackles from her and helping her off the branding table.  “I won’t lie, branding and keeping you is very tempting. But right now, you are more valuable to me as a partner than a slave.”

          “What about her,” Ragenta pointed to the drugged woman on the floor.

          “We have to dispose of her in a way so that anyone she tried to tell will not care or wish to act on it. There is no profit in it, but it might be best to have her fed to sleen.” Atilas said coldly.

          “I may know of something so that will not be necessary. At least not killing her anyway.” Ragenta smiled. Bending to pick up the fallen ledger the scribe had been holding. She used the discarded writing stick to write some orders then handed the ledger to Atilas. Who read them and laughed.

          “Ragenta, I will tell this now. Do not do this again. I will not release you if I ever find you wearing a collar again. That means no more even for training of slaves. Ever, am I clear.”

          “Perfectly clear, Atilas.” She answered. With that he removed her collar and handed her a bag with her own clothing in it. He had brought it with him from the laboratory. While Ragenta dressed, Kiana was secured to the table and gagged. The robes of the scribe placed in the bag with the collar for slave 74586. A collar was taken from a shelf, and a new slave was assigned number 36725 as she slept. The new slave soon woke to find Atilas and Ragenta standing over her as the returned iron worker marked her as a slave. Once she was marked, the iron worker dismissed, the cloth with capture scent was once more placed over her mouth and nose. 36725 was then placed in a slave hood and removed from the table to be transferred to a isolation cell.

         

          The next morning, Atilas bid Ragenta goodbye as he departed for Ar to finalize the purchase of the slave house there. After his tarn took flight. Ragenta returned to the auction house, proceeding down to the isolation cell that held slave 36725. Once the door was closed behind her she smiled at the kneeling slave.

          “Things didn’t turn out as you thought did they.” Ragenta smiled.

          “No, Mistress they didn’t” the girl answered bitterly. “But this isn’t over.”

          “Oh, but it is. You may think that you will be able to use your information about me to bring me down.” Ragenta looked at the hate in the slave’s eyes. “I could have you whipped but I won’t.  At least not yet. There is still time for that.” She watched the slave grow uneasy at the thought of what could be done to her. It was not pleasant being on this side of things.

          “Some masters like to have their slaves tell them of their past. I will have to tell the truth. And the truth will come back to haunt you, Mistress.”

          “Perhaps it will, slave.” Ragenta agreed in surprise to the slave. “But have you ever heard of the Pani? Interesting people from what I am told. They are said to live somewhere beyond World’s End. They are buying goods by the warehouse full all along the coast. They have purchased hundreds of slave girls as well. You have been sold to them.” That shook the girl as it was said that only death waited beyond World’s End.

          “I can still tell someone before I reach where they are taking me.” The girl challenged.

          “You could,” she paused and smiled wickedly. “If you were able. As I said you have already been sold to their agent. Your food was laced with tassa powder. You may be feeling the effects already. Your new owners have a tight schedule to meet it seems so you will be transported by tarn basket to wherever they are taking you. Rest well Kiana and serve your new owners well, I doubt we will meet again.” Ragenta smiled as the girl slowly slumped to the floor of the cell. “Now to go make arrangements to buy another slave.”

 

          The cell door open and she stepped out so that the handlers could prepare the girl for transport.

         

 

I hope that you have enjoyed Act 4 of No Good Deed, I do ask that you take into consideration that while My AI artwork is getting better. It is still not an exact representation of what I am painting with My words. So slaves that in text are naked might have some form of clothing on them as it was not possible to get results without clothing or to get a decent result when I attempted to remove the clothing in the editing. 

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