Lady Reganta moves to Ar: Final Chapter

 Lady Regenta moves to Ar

Prologue

Regenta had seriously begun to wonder about her noble choices as she was

hanging suspended from the makeshift sailing mast in the back of the first wagon,

The weight of her body had bore down against the ropes that held her against the

frame. She was naked except for her collar and the bonds that secured her. Atilas

had rode before the wagon that carried her into the City. As the wagon passed

through the gates, people would stop and look at the procession of wagons of the

slave caravan. Blue and Gold silk banners flapping in the wind. Some would look

up at her and point, making comments as to the beauty of her body and face or

wondering who this slave had been to be displayed so. She had finally reached the

Glorious City of Ar, only not as the proud Slaver Regenta but as a soon to be

nameless slave.

At the new House within the city, she had been taken down from the mast,

her body had ached. She watched as Atlias rode over to the front door of the

receiving hall, while she was back braceleted and leashed and led into a different

type receiving door, this one for the pick up and delivery of slaves. The men of the

caravan had known who she had been and what had transpired to a point. These

men were local hires and did not know her other than a passing comment between

the two groups as they worked to unload the wagons of livestock and get them

secured. To these men she was just another slave girl that had been brought to the

House. And she was handled as such as she had been taken to the lower levels of

the house to be examined, then to the branding room. She had hoped and expected

to see Atilas there, but had not as she was placed on her knees to wait her turn in

the branding rack. Regenta had screamed loudly as the hot iron had marked her left

thigh with the common kef. Then her ears had been pierced as well. Now only a

nameless female pierced ear slave house number 74586V, the V had been added

since that was a Victoria House number. Was still wondering if she had made yet

another tragic and foolish mistake as she was placed into one of the Waiting Cells.

The Curulean

“Brothers and Sisters of my City, Glorious Ar, Please remain a little

longer. There has been a last minute addition to the sale tonight.” Called the

Auctioneer as called from the center of the block. “As you may or may not have

heard the Slave House of Panterus has been sold to Atilas of Victoria, who has sent

Lady Regenta of his House to present a sample of the quality of the slave flesh that

we can expect to see ascend the block of the Curulean.”

It was then that Regenta was conducted to the auction block. She was

dressed in a full length silken cloak of Blue and Gold showing all that she was of

the caste of Slavers. It was in fact one of many such cloaks that she had once

owned. The crowd was puzzled that a chain wrists leash protruded from the

opening of the cloak draped about her. She was then brought to the front of the

block.

“Brothers and Sisters, Do not be alarmed as the Lady has arrived late and

came through the receiving entrance. And as required of any female free or slave in

the holding pens she has been braceleted, leashed, and escorted for accountability.”

There were murmurs from the crowd in the audience. The Auctioneer of course

had only stated facts as it was common practice, and was well aware that Regenta

had her hands locked before her body in a set of slave bracelets with the chain

leash attached to their chain. Only in the case of Lady Regenta as she had been

addressed was it not to keep a slave from attempting to switch places with a free

woman. He was well aware of what was going on as it had required a quick

rehearsal prior to the starting of the evening's sales.

“Thank you, Noble Masters and Mistress’ for staying to witness and take

part of the House of Atilas first sale from the block of the great Curulean of Ar.”

she said from the shadows of her hooded cloak.

“Lady Regenta, where is the slave that we will be selling tonight?”

“I will show you in just a moment,” Regenta extended her wrists out the

front of the cloak just enough to show that they were locked in the slave bracelets

connected to the leash chain held by a whip slave. “Due to the policies, I need

some help with my cloak and then we can begin.” she smiled inside the hood.

Another whip slave stepped forward and pulled back the hood of her cloak.

There was a gasp from the audience as her face was revealed to them. She wore the

cosmetics of a slave girl. Her hair was tied back with a red silk ribbon so that the

golden hoop earrings could be clearly dangling from her ear lobes. The cloak was

untied and pulled from her to reveal that she was barefoot and wore only blue and

gold pleasure silks under the cloak. There were murmurs of approval at the sight of

her muchly revealed body.

“The slave is ready to be sold, Good Master.” she said loudly and with a

smile.

“How can this be! You are the famed female slaver of Victoria Regenta!”

cried the Auctioneer in mock outrage.

“No, Master, I was the famed Slaver Regenta of Victoria, now I am just a

nameless slave to be sold tonight,” making a sad face to the crowd.

The Auctioneer shuffled through his paper and started reading aloud.

“The woman known as Regenta, Slaver of Victoria, has been found guilty of

conduct unbecoming of a Free Woman and abusing her role as a slaver. She has

submitted to the judgment of her Caste and has been ordered to be made a slave as

soon as possible.

The slave formerly known as Regenta, is literate and found in excellent

health. She is marked with the common kef brand on left thigh and ears have been

pierced. She was found to be extremely hot when given the slaver's touch.” He

looked at the audience and smiled. “The slave has also been listed as

knowledgeable of the arts of a pleasure slave and dance.” While this was read, one

of the whip slaves led her around the block so to be seen. “What am I bid for this

lovely and exciting slave?”

There were shouts coming from the audience finally reaching 50 gold Tarns.

The whip slave brought her back to the center of the block and her wrists were

moved in the slave bracelets behind her. Once her hands were secured, the whip

slave parted and removed the pleasure silks so that she stood before the bidders,

slave naked as it is said. There were more bids called out as she was walked around

the block once more by the whip slave. She stood there as she listened to men

offering over five hundred gold Tarns to own her as their slave. The brave show

that she had been putting on was fading quickly as the reality of her being sold and

a slave herself like so many she had sold from blocks like this one.

The Auctioneer then administered the slaver’s caress to her before the

buyers, which caused the bids to soar as she moaned and withered as she was

caressed intimately before them. When it was done her wrists were released for the

moment. As she has been told, Regenta knelt in the center of the block, thighs

parted in nadu as she extended her wrists crossed before her to the audience in

submission.

“Buy me, Masters” she said, “I am a slave.”

“I heard 1500 gold tarns, are there any more bids for this slave?” Called the

auctioneer. “Going Once!” Waited three heart beats, “Going Twice!”

“3000 Gold Tarns!” was called out from one of the private booths in the

back.

“I have 3000 gold Tarns for this slave! Are there any more bids?” He

listened and waited. Hearing none,” Going once, Going twice, Sold to House of

Chains of Port Cos for 3000 golden Tarns!”

Regenta looked up into the lights as her heart sank as she was now the slave

of her rivals. The whip slaves secured her wrists in the bracelets before her once

more and she was led by the leash from the block and to the slave pens. There to

await being claimed by her new owners.

A slave is given a Name

She had been placed in a gagged slave hood in the pens of the Curulean. Her

wrists and ankles were tied with binding fiber as she was picked up and carried out

to a wagon. In the back of the wagon a collar is locked about her throat. A chain

connected to the collar she was sure led to a slave ring. When the wagon stopped

she was removed from the wagon. The sounds of tarns told her that she was at a

tarn cot in the City. Still hooded she was placed inside a basket and secured to the

sides and bottom with binding fiber laced through the basket.

She had fallen asleep for how long she did not know. But the tarn had landed

and she was being removed. A leash was fastened to her collar and her ankles

freed, she was led blindly through halls of a House. She could hear men and slaves

in the halls around her. Finally, she was in a receiving room and the hood was

removed and her hands were freed. The scribes in the room checked her

measurements and features against those on her slave papers. When they were

satisfied, she was once more made to drink slave wine. She was once again

leashed and braceleted. She had never seen the House she was being led through

now. But she was not being led to the lower slave pens, but the private staff

chambers.

Once inside she was knelt by the couch and a slave ring locked on her ankle.

Slave bells had been locked on both of her ankles at this time, and the

shipping collar was removed from her neck. Her wrists were still locked

behind her. She knelt chained at the foot of her new owners couch she

assumed alone as the escorts left. She looked around.

Then the door opened, Atilas stood there.

“Atilas !” forgetting herself. Only to feel the back of his hand for her

mistake. “Master?”

Yes, slave. I am now own you.” looking upon her chained body. Then

removing the slave bracelets from her wrists.

“But, Master. You owned me before?”

“The slave once known as Regenta, was owned by the old slave House. I am

now sole owner of the House and changed the name to the House of Atilas.”

“What of Spectus?” she looked up.

“Curiosity is not becoming of a kajira.” He smiled then showed her a slave

collar that read this slave is Genta, Property of the Slaver Atilas of Ar, House

of Atilas, he then placed it on her locking it as he claimed her as his slave.

She was now Genta slave of Atilas.

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar: Chapter 8

 Lady Regenta Moves to Ar

Chapter 8

Atilas, sat in a chair that had been brought from one of the wagons in

the center of a large tent. He had finally dismissed the scribes and staff who

had needed his attention since his return. The panels of the door parted and a

girl was escorted in on a leash held by Captain Santo. She wore a simple

house tunic, her auburn hair was tied back with a red ribbon, slave cosmetics

had been applied to her face, her wrists were locked behind her in the small

of her back with slave bracelets. The final touch was she wore a string of

slave bells locked about her left ankle. His instructions had simply been

upon the return to the camp cleaned up and presented to him like any other

slave in the camp would be. None too gently, Santo jerked down on the slack

in the leash indicating that she should kneel in the presence of Masters.

Instantly, Ragenta dropped to her knees, parting them widely in the position

of nadu as a slave should kneel when in the presence of man.

“Have the preparations for the makeshift mast on the lead wagon been

made?” Atilas inquired.

“Yes, Noble Atilas. The mast is ready to be raised and set in the

wagon on your command.”

“Very well, start breaking camp. I want to be ready to move out on an

ehn’s notice. Remove the leash and bracelets from the girl, then leave us.”

“But Atilas, the policy of the House is...” Santo protested.

“Santo, I know the policies of the House. This wench has been in My

custody and care for most of this Hand without incident. I don’t think she

will be going anywhere that she is not allowed.” Atilas smiled back

patiently.

Santo’s expression showed that he did not care of this in the slightest.

But he was a good soldier, and bent down to remove the leash from the

collar of the kneeling slave, and the slave bracelets from her wrists. The girl

immediately brought her hands before her, placing them palm up resting on

her open thighs. Without a word Captain Santo turned and left the tent.

“He is only following the policie....” Atilas started.

“Handling of unbranded slaves and captives. Paragraph 3.

Any female that is not branded that is classified as a slave or free

captive is not to be without slave bracelets nor on a leash whenever out of

her cell. Especially when outside the security of the House.” she smiled.

“Yes, I know, I wrote the policy.”

“Yes you did and now you are subject to them. Ironic is it not.” He

laughed.

“Yes, Master. When I wrote them I never thought that I would be the

girl that they applied to. Captain Santo does not seem pleased about this

either.”

“Well can you blame him? After all his employer and woman he had

sworn to protect from harm ended up the collared slut that he caught in the

game. Hardly something to reflect highly on his record.”

“Yes, I regret that more than I do that I am now soon to be a branded

slave, Master.”

“I can do nothing to help you with this, Regenta. The laws of Ar and

our caste are quite clear and uncompromising. You of your own hand put a

slave collar on, dressed as a slave and were found in the camp. I can do

nothing except make you a slave.” Rubbing his chin as the trained eye of a

slaver observed and evaluating her. “I have to admit that you are taking this

with a nearly unheard of grace. That you have increased my fortune ten fold.

I am surprised that you have not tired bribe or plead for your release.”

“Master, where would I go? I would be ruined as a Slaver. I would be

a woman without a Caste. Even if you had acted on my comment in Ar

Station about letting me go for half of the coins and property. I think this has

gone on for too long, I think that I was already on my way to a kef and

collar.”

“I could easily keep you a slave in the House. You are skilled in the

training of slaves. It would be simple to certify you as a training slave.”

“No, please, Master. Yes, what you say is true. But there would be far

too many hard feelings by the staff and slaves in the House. It is better that I

be sold. I beg you, Master, to send me to the Curulean after I am branded.”

“I will honor your requests, slave. But I would like to know why you

begged these conditions.”

“If I am to be condemned to slavery, Lady Regenta will go out in

style. I will enter the gates of Ar, naked and bound something that looks like

a ship’s mast. I will be the first slave of the House of Atilas in Ar. I will be

the first slave to be branded in your House. And my first sale will be the

House of Atilas first slave sold in the Curulean.”

“So be it, But I could arrange a private sale that could find you a

flower in a Pleasure Garden and somewhat easier slavery.” He motioned for

her to stand and strip herself.

“Yes, Master, while I am sure that you would make that happen. I

wish to be sold in the Curulean and not know my fate. I may be sold many

time while I am a slave. I might be sold in a minor market or from the back

of a wagon. I might tend fields or be chained in a factory. But I will have

first been sold in the most glorious venue in Ar.”

“So be it slave.” He said. “Guard!”

In an instant two guardsmen entered the tent.

“Take this slave to the mast, bind her to it as a prize, then stand it in

the first wagon. We move out for Ar within the ahn.”

Regenta, was immediately leashed once more and had her wrists

locked behind her as she was led from the tent to be put on display.

Then the slave caravan of the House of Atilas entered the gates of

Glorious Ar. A rigging that resembled a ship’s mast was standing in the bed

of the first wagon. Hanging from the mast was a naked auburn-haired slave

with tears in her eyes.

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar: Chapter 7

 Lade Regenta moves to Ar

Chapter 7

Atilas exited his tent leading a stumbling slave. The slave was naked and

back braceleted as well as the leash that pulled her behind him. It was assumed that

the slave was the former Lady Regenta as she had not been seen this morning.

And the slave’s thigh was still not marked with a kef or dina. While all were

certain who the slave was, the fact that she was locked in slave hood with the built

in gag did keep any from identifying her for sure.

“Captain Santo!” Atilas called out to the commander of the guard. “The

female form last night has been locked in her wagon and will remain there till I

return. She has enough food and water to last a Hand if she does not waste it. The

caravan will remain here until I return. Do not move to Ar till I say so no matter

who tells you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Atilas! Shall I send for more supplies? We only have enough for a day

or two at most.”

“Have this slave secured to my tarn saddle after the tarn is ready.” Atilas

instructed a guardsman who was standing to one side as the leash was

handed to him. Then turning back to Santo, “I should be back by then but

send for enough supplies to see you through the Passing of Hands and have

two dozen guardsmen come out from the House in Ar. All of the staff are on

double wages on my authority while you are camped here.”

“Double pay? Sounds as if you wish to ensure loyalty to you. But if the Lady

is found to be a slave, the House could be divided. But I suspect that Noble

Spectus is not as well liked as he may think he is. Winds, Noble Atilas.”

raising his hand in salute.

When Atilas reached his tarn, he found it saddled and ready. A sweetly curved

slave bound naked to the saddle. After climbing up the ladder and securing himself

with the safety straps, he pulled on the one strap as the mighty bird took flight.

Barely heard over the sound of the bird’s massive wings beating the air, was the

muted cries of the slave bound to the saddle. Atilas laughed to himself as he

reached down to torment the bound helpless slave before him.

“Poor Regenta, first time traveling by tarn when not a passenger in a

basket.” smiling as she squirmed under his touch, “I suggest that you get used to

being cargo instead of a passenger.”

Within minutes the outline of the tarn was lost to those in the camp who watched it

depart.

The evening in the Ar Station, in a guarded room, about a small table knelt

two local Magistrates, Atilas, and a woman in the blue and gold robes of a Slaver.

“This is most irregular, Lady,” complained one of the Magistrates.

“Be it as it may, Noble Sir,” Regenta responded, smiling behind her veils. “I

have come to terms of agreement with my business partner, the Noble Atilas. I

wish to liquidate my assets in Ar Station. The properties to be deeded over to

Noble Atilas, and to collect the balance of 5000 gold Tarns that I have deposited on

the Street of Coins.”

“Are you sure this is what you wish to do, Lady Regenta? That is a good

deal of gold to be traveling with.” The other Magistrate complained looking from

her to Atilas.

“What do you think me feeble minded? Do you think that I am under

duress?” Regenta challenged. “Perhaps I am a slave under these robes! Next you

will be wishing me to strip for you!”

Atilas watched her closely. She didn’t want to push this too far as some

would call her on that to ensure while she was the Lady Regenta had been

confirmed that she was not a collared and branded slave under her robes which

would have caused all of her deposits and holdings to default pending disposition.

After reaching Ar Station, he had taken lodging in an Inn near the tarn cots. There

the slave hood, collar and bracelets had been removed from her. She was handed a

bundle of her own robes of concealment to put on.

“This is a very one-sided deal you are making, Regenta.” he had said in the

room as she dressed before him. Technically she was still a slave. But only certain

legalities had to be taken care of. So her dressing or undressing before him was a

moot point now.

“Master,” she started then stopped as he lifted a finger to her lips to stop her.

“Atilas, when I was forced to complete those slave papers. Spectus had also forced

me to sign a document that stated should I ever be branded a slave. That all my

holdings and coins went to him. What he didn’t see is when he wasn’t looking I

filled in Enta’s owner as the Lady Andraus. One of the names that I have used

when sneaking about gathering information. But if I sign all the properties over to

you as well as my shares in the House of Three Collars. I have no property for him

to take when the iron kisses my thigh. Same with all the coins that I collect which

you will be holding, He will not know where it all went. You will be much richer

and control the House by owning two thirds of it.”

His name was called by one of the Magistrates to sign the documents of

transfer on the shares and properties that brought him back to the present. After

signing the transfers, Atilas looked up to see Regenta’s eyes sparkling over her

veils. It surprised him that she had not begged to be released or to use these assets

to buy her freedom. But then she was of the caste of slavers, she knew all too well

that she owned nothing as soon as she was declared a slave or submitted as one.

After the visit to the street of coins that followed the transfer of holdings to

him. Atilas had escorted her back to the Inn that they had taken a room in. To his

amazement, soon as the door was barred, Regenta had stripped off the robes of

concealment, folding them neatly to be bound in a bundle. She then went to the

foot of the couch where she knelt as a slave waiting to be chained.

She was of course placed back in the collar which was secured to the foot of

the couch by a chain.

“You are a strange one, slave.” He said looking at her kneeling chained to

his slave ring.

“Not really, Master, Just realistic. I was caught wearing a House slave collar

after having been one of the slaves in Girl Catch. If I had caught any free female

staff member doing that, I would brand her myself. I was stupid to put the collar on

in the wagon. Now I must pay for it.’ Then smiling mischievously once more,

“Unless you are willing to take 2500 gold Tarns to take this collar off and look the

other way for five ehn?”

The next morning, Regenta experienced her second ride bound to a tarn

saddle. This time she was not hooded. Only naked save for her collar. Atilas had

purchased a set of slave liveries for her to wear when not in her robed or bound to

the saddle. They had visited three more river towns and the saddle packs now held

well over coins and drafts totalling over 20,000 gold Tarns. Each night without

being told she was strip, fold her clothing, then wait to be returned to the slave

collar and chain. She would serve and please him in the room obeying without

hesitation.

They had managed to slip in and out Victoria without Spectus knowing that

they were there. A bribe of one of Regenta’s gold tarns here and there did wonders

to ensure that they passed unnoticed. Without the slave hood on, Regenta actually

did not mind being bound to the saddle and enjoyed the rides. Their business done,

Atilas and the girl returned to the caravan outside of Ar.

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar: Chapter 6

 Lady Regenta moves to Ar

Chapter 6

The night had been very long for Regenta, from being caught and the belled

prey in a game of Girl Catch, to being exposed while naked and locked in a collar

of the slave house, to being accessed as a slave. While she had been caught in the

house collar by Spectus and lived in a blackmailed torment for several months as a

slave. Only this was the first time that she had been accessed as a slave like she had

done to so many women over the years. Atilas, unlike Spectus, was a highly

respected member of the Caste of Slavers. His examination of her body was in

depth, knowing that she was red silk having put her to use once not knowing that it

was her, going far beyond the Slaver’s caress.

When he finished with her, she laid at the foot of his couch secured to the

slave ring there. Her body was slick with sweat and her hair was damp from being

put through her slave paces and used as one would a pleasure slave. Regenta

gasped and moaned knowing that her body had betrayed her. She knew that men

would say that she had the body of a natural slave. But her responses to Atilas’

touches and use had been that of a natural slave as well.

“This does not bode well for you, Regenta.” Atilas said as he stood over his

naked, collared, and chained business partner. “You have excellent slave reflexes. I

was wrong before. I would say properly presented and in the right market. I could

get as high as 50 gold Tarns for you.”

“I suppose that I should be flattered to hear that even though it means that I

will feel the iron very soon,” Regenta responded as she pushed herself off the floor

of the tent. Then seeing the stern look on Atilas’ face she placed herself in the

position of nadu, with her thighs parted and hands palm up atop them and added,

“Master.”

“Regenta, we both know that is what needs to be done. While there are many

fine lines in your explanation of things. You have done far more than just donning

one of our collars and slave attire to adding in the training or conditioning of a new

slave in our house. While I would prefer that my Caste Sister and business partner

restrict her role in the training of our slaves to making observations in the training

or allowing the new slaves to practice their serving skills. I could excuse that. But

to willingly put a house collar on yourself so that you would serve fully as a house

slave, I can not.”

“Spectus threatened to use the papers for the girl assigned to this collar if I

did not obey his wishes. Serving when he wished as one of our slaves was the only

way I saw to keep myself from being marked by the iron as well as buy time to

find my way away from him.” her mouth was dry with fear at what was to come.

“He took great joy in humiliating me whenever possible as well as subjecting me to

slave rape by himself and others to include you.”

“When I was told that the hooded slave in the rack who was not yet branded,

Was a special order capture and be used for our pleasure. I had no idea that it was

you,” He paused before continuing, “But comparing your reactions that night to

those I just enjoyed strongly suggests the slave fires are burning within you. Why

did you not come to me about this?”

“He had convinced me that if I said anything to you. Once he produced the

slave papers for the girl Enta that he made sure listed my statistics and prints. I

would be in the lower pens of the house, branded and with pierced ears within an

ahn.”

“The filled out papers as well as having willingly obeyed and served him

would have not helped your story. So this all started at the time of the attempt to

abduct you from the house?”

“Yes, that was his doing. I had been sneaking around the house as Enta. My

body under the thin house tunic had caught his attention. He did not know who I

was. He saw only a slave, the whip master was sent to collect me to be added to the

serving slaves for that night's dinner and entertainment. I was trapped. I could not

say that I was Lady Regenra, if I had tried then I would not have been believed and

put under the whip or slave goad for lying. My attempts to stay away from him

during the course of the meal failed miserably. He figured out who I was selected

as the slave that would pleasure him that night.

“I was taken to his chambers and chained to his slave ring. When he

returned, he informed me that he knew who I was. I spent two days chained in his

chambers being whipped and slave raped. One the third day, I woke in my own

chambers still naked but the collar was gone and I was being tended to for the

marks of the slave whip on me. I was informed that someone had tried to abduct

and enslave me. That Spectus had stopped them. But that was how he explained

my having been beaten so badly and needing care.”

“Yes, that was what he told myself and the rest of the staff,” nodding at her

explanation.

“I was told by him that I would be at his call to serve when he wished. If I

did not obey, I would be exposed as a slave, beaten and shipped off to be sold in a

private auction of my rivals. That you would go along with what he

recommended.”

“You were foolish to be so easily manipulated by him. I would have asked

questions of you before deciding what should be done. I do not trust Spectus. But

you would have been stripped and examined. If you had been wearing a collar or

slave bracelets for any prolonged time or recently, there would be marks on your

body. You should have had more trust in me, Regenta.” He paused to take a deep

breath, “But finding you out here in the wilderness wearing a house collar in our

own shipment of slaves to the new house in Ar. I have no choice but to brand you

and add you to the shipment of slaves.”

“Yes, Atilas, I know that I have brought this on myself and was foolish.” she

lowered her eyes. Then smiling she looked up at him again, “But may I ask one

favor as your former partner and caste sister?”

“Surely, you are not going to insult me by asking for mercy on you as a

former slaver.”

“No, Master,” she smiled mischievously, “But something that will make you

pleased and spoil the plans of Spectus.”

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar: Chapter 5

 Lady Ragenta moves to Ar

Chapter 5

“Noble Atilas, Varas and I found this slave under the wagon of Lady

Ragenta while gathering sluts for the game. It was dark, and we had no

idea the true identity of the collared slut we grabbed.” Quintan explained

what little he knew of how the slave bound and naked before his employer

was also one of his employers.

“I am sure that you did not know who the slut was at the time. Only that she

was a sweetly curved piece of collar meat.” Chuckled Atilas. “No, I am sure

that there is far more to this than either of us knows. Nor do I suspect

anyone other than the slave herself.” Leaning over and looking directly into

the girl’s eyes. “Is that not correct, enta.”

The rules and roles had been set. As she was naked, bound and wearing

one of their slave collars while kneeling at his feet. She was considered to

be a slave at the moment and was to behave accordingly. Else she would

feel the slave whip on her back as any other slave would. Then the other

realization hit her. If she was seen as a slave at the moment. And she wore

the slave collar of their slave house, then she was his slave, and he was

her master and owned her. She looked up to him with fear and

apprehension in her eyes and nodded once that was correct.

To add insult to injury, Atilas motioned one of the trainers over then

nodding to the girl at his feet. The trainer was a slave named bina, which

meant slave bead, Raginta had put the name on her. Now bina stood over

her as she knelt.

“Pretty little kajira,” bina whispered into Ragenta’s ear as a leash was

snapped onto the collar locked on her throat. Ragenta had thought that her

life was over when she had been discovered and made to serve as a secret

slave to Spectus. But that was nothing compared to this. Then only he

knew who she was as she was forced to pleasure and serve anyone he

wished her to. Now everyone around her knew who she was as she knelt

before then in the position of a pleasure slave, naked, collared, and bound

on a leash.

What was worse, the call had already been made for the iron to be heated.

The slave that held her leash was bina, who had been put under the whip

several times either by Regenta directly, or on her orders.

“Master, may i speak?” she asked with a shaky voice as she looked up with

tears in her eyes to Atilas.

“Speak slave” There was no kindness or amusement in his voice as he

looked down at her.

“Noble Master, I beg you to listen and perhaps show mercy to the sorry

wench that kneels before you like a slave..”

“Like a slave? Why should I think that you are anything but a slave?” He cut

her off.

“Yes. Master,” taking a deep breath before continuing, “yes, i am naked

and locked in a slave collar of our slave house. Thanks to Spectus, there is

a full set of papers drawn up on house slave 489274, named enta. That

collar 489274 is locked on me. Legally, i am the slave 489274 since the

information on those slave papers match my own.”

“I would like to know just how Spectus managed to get these papers on

enta or Regentra.” leans back and listens.

“Many months ago in our house in Victoria. I had been working down in the

training areas, dressed in a secured room wearing a house collar and tunic

so that the slave in the special cell thought I was a slave as well and would

trust me. When I left the cell, my escort was not in the secure hall. I

stepped out into the main corridor without thinking to see if my escort was

there. A guard only saw a slave when they looked upon me in a house

slave collar and tunic. I was struck for not immediately kneeling and

showing the proper respect to him.”

“As a slave should be,” smiled Atilas. “You looked like one of our slaves

and should have expected that.”

“Yes, Master,” she nodded knowing that to argue would not go well for her,

“I was angry and being treated so at first, but quickly remembered that I did

not look like a Mistress of the House. To speak out and argue, would only

bring the lash down upon me as an insolent slave. After quickly begging

forgiveness, it occurred to me that dressed like a slave nobody would know

who I was other than a couple of my personal slaves. I found that I could

move about the House and even out of the House dressed in a collar and

slave tunic without notice. That I could listen and pick up on things being

said by those who dismissed me as only a slave. I was on one of these

little adventures when I was spotted by Spectus, who saw a slave that he

wanted to put to his pleasures. He figured out who I was by my voice then

proceeded to draw up slave papers for enta and force me to be his secret

pleasure slave or those papers would be used on me.”

“Yes, it was during one of those times that I encountered you as a slave on

a pleasure rack who was in a slave hood.” smiling as he looked upon my

nakedness and remembered his turn that night.

“Master, tonight was a horrible mistake. I had one of my trunks brought to

my wagon. They delivered the trunk with my working attire and equipment.

I was foolish and bored. I put on the collar, then lost the key when the

wagon hit a rock when it fell through a hole in the wagon. I could see the

key and snuck out of my wagon wearing only the collar and slave strips to

retrieve it. I was caught and added to the chain of girls for girl catch. Now I

am at Your mercy”

“Yes, you are, girl. Without an assessment of you, I would value your sale

price at five silver Tarsks. You are well curved and are very beautiful.

Auburn hair which is a bonus. But you have trained countless slaves over

the last few years and would be as well trained yourself on how to be an

excellent pleasure slave and dancer.”

“Is that to be my fate, Master?”

“The title of Master passes your lips very freely.” he smiled down at her.

“Master, I am naked, collar, bound and leashed while kneeling before You.

To address You in any other way would be to invite the switch or whip.”

“As I caught this slave in the game tonight, Give her slave wine and chain

her in my tent for my pleasure tonight.” He told the trainer holding her

leash. Then to the girl on her knees as she was pulled to her feet. “Tonight

I will test your heat, slave. If you are cold as a free woman, then you will be

whipped for your stupidity. But if you are a hot slut, then you will feel the

iron in the morning.”

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 I am working on a series that the main character will be Agent Terra Stone. Terra is assigned to a division of the Headquarters for the Union of Spacefaring Worlds known as, Sector 5 Investigations and Intelligence. The majority of Terra's assignments will take her out away from the home worlds of the Union to the planets of the newer or smaller members, planets that may soon be reaching out into the galaxies, and dens of thieves and smugglers throughout the known regions of space

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Lady Ragenta moves to Ar: Chapter 4

 

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar

 

Chapter 4

 

Ragenta cried out as she pulled from beneath the wagon. She started to

say that she was on an errand for her mistress, but before the words could

form in her mouth. The strip of cloth that had barely covered her backside

was pulled from the cord and thrust into her mouth. The slip knot was

pulled, and the binding fiber was pulled from her as well, only to her dismay

be put to its intended use, as her wrists were pulled behind her back and

tightly lashed together with the cord. If she had not been the subject in

question, Ragenta would have been suitably impressed. She noted that

she had not been wearing much to begin with, but she had been stripped,

gagged, and bound in just under an ehn. But then these men were trained

guardsmen and slavers.

A sandaled foot rolled her to her back as she looked up to her captors. One

was called Varas, he was the guardsman riding closest to her wagon during

the trip. The other man was Quintan who worked in the slave pens. While

she knew both of them by sight and name. They had no idea that the

bound naked slave at their feet was their employer. She was then pulled to

her feet, then lifted and placed over the shoulder of Quintan, head to the

rear as a slave is carried.

“This one is nicely curved and flanked. I might participate tonight for the

chance of having her for the night.” Quintan laughed as he slapped her

exposed ass with his other hand. She began to squirm as his touches grew

more intimate. “She is a hot little vulo and juices nicely.”

“Maybe she should give some lessons to the Lady Ragenta.” Muttered

Varas. Ragenta stiffened at that. But was distracted by Quintan’s touch

again.

“Careful with your words, my friend.” Caution Quintan. “Squirming on a

chain may improve her disposition a great deal. But she is still a Free

Woman and one of our employers.”

 

Moaning as she listened to the two men as she was carried to where she

didn’t know yet. She had not realized what a she-sleen she had been to

work for and be around. But the more pressing concern was where was

she being taken too? She didn’t think that it would be one of the pens or

coffles, at least not right now. They had been speaking before they caught

her and needed one more for tonight and she would do nicely. She could

hear voices as well as the smell of the fires. Her body was lifted from the

shoulder of Quintan and spilled to the ground as he told someone that she

could not see till her eyes adjusted to the light. “Here’s your number ten for

the games.”

Her eyes finally adjusting she saw nine slave girls kneeling around the

edge of the fire light. All had their hands bound behind them and were

hooded. Someone brought a leather strap down over her face that quickly

covered her mouth and lower jaw holding the cloth in her mouth as it was

buckled behind her head. Then she noticed something as a hood was

coming down over her face, all nine of the hooded slaves wore strings of

bells wrapped and fastened about their bodies. And soon she would too

she thought as the hood was drawn down over her head, drawn snugly

about her neck and tied shut.

All she could do was kneel there in the darkness of the slave hood as

hands fastened stings of bells about her wrists and ankles, about her neck

and upper body. Ragenta’s stomach knotted and turned as she knew

exactly what she had been selected for. She was to be one of the quarries

in a game of girl catch. Her and the other slaves, while still hooded, would

be herded out into an area by trainers or men with switches. There if they

didn’t move about and make their bells jingle, they would feel the bite of a

switch. At the same time several of the men would hunt them while hooded

themselves. The slaves were belled so that they could be hunted by sound.

They were hooded so that they could not willingly be caught by a certain

master or see to avoid capture.

This was bad, this was so bad, Ragenta thought to herself. If she let herself

be caught and the judges and spectators felt she didn’t try she would be

punished as a slave, then thrust back into the game. At the same time,

when the game was over and all the slaves had been caught, she would be 

the prize of whatever man caught her to serve and pleasure for the night.

That meant she would be chained for the night by his furs. It would also

likely be noticed in the morning after she was released from the chain, if

she were not leashed or placed in a coffle right away, when the expected

number of slaves did show up to prepare the food for the men and the gruel

for the slaves.

She did not have time to dwell on her problems though. The sounds of the

festivities grew louder and louder. Then she heard the sound of bells, but

before she could complete the thought that they were being moved. She

was pulled to her feet by a man with a laughing roar.

“On your feet slut!” A large hand gripped her by the upper arm and pulled

her stumbling along. She had no idea where she was being taken. Her

mind was on the key and paid little mind to what was going on in the camp.

There would have been an area roped off where the blind hunters and their

prey would be placed. The men would walk in and then be blind folded

before the girls were brought in. The area would roughly be 20 paces by 20

paces. She had come out and watched one of these games a few nights

ago so Ragenta had not seen this makeshift arena. She knew what she

was in for.

She had stopped when she had been told to. Then those large hands

began to spin her around to further disorient her as the man laughed. When

he was done, she was sent on way with a slap on her ass. She was left

stumbling as the bells chimed giving away her location. She heard much

cheering and laughter coming from all around her. Regenta felt other

bodies bumping into her, someone soft surely it had to be one of the other

girls, others firm and hard which had to be one of the men. Tears mixed

with sweat on her face under the slave hood. She stopped and held still as

she listened for anything. Jumping and hearing calls of laughter as one of

the officials stung the back of her thigh with his switch to make her move.

To her right, she heard a man call out “I got you slave!” followed by the

ringing of bells and the muffled cries from under a hood. Breathing a sigh of

relief when she did not feel arms wrapping about her. Then she stepped

back and bumped into someone. It was a man. She darted forward only to

trip over someone and fall hard on her face and breasts. A hand grabbed 

her ankle and she screamed and kicked to get away. Rolling to her back

and squirms and wiggles her body as she kicks at the ground to move

away. When she didn’t feel any hands on her body.

Ragenta knew that if she stayed on the ground she would soon be caught.

The bells on her body rang out telling all where she was. Rolling back to

her belly she worked to get her knees up under her, then struggled to her

feet once more. One of the officials called out that five of the girls had been

caught. A switch bit her flank once more as she jumped and fled again.

Only her luck had run out. This time she ran right into the open arms of one

of the men that closed in on her and pinned her to his chest.

“Your mine, kajira!” he told her. She froze. She knew that voice and it was

not one of the men assigned to the caravan. Before Ragenta could think on

who it was she heard the man congratulated on his catch. She was pushed

to the ground and rolled on her belly. Hands crossed her ankles and bound

them as well. Her captor then picked her up without effort and placed her

head first over his shoulder as she was carried out of the play area.

“Nadu!” the voice said as she was lowered to the ground. She wiggled and

obeyed, opening her thighs as wide as she could holding still. A hand lifted

her chin as her collar was read. “So, this one is called enta. Those flanks

do look familiar” The bells were being removed from her at the same time

she felt the hands of a man checking her body. Ragenta held her breath

and whimpered as the hand caressed her in all the common brand sights

on the body. None were found. Then she knew the voice, it was her partner

Atilas. “

“This one is unmarked.” She heard Atilas declare. “That is rare in our

holdings.” He laughed as those around him joined in. Atilas, why did he

come here? He was supposed to be in Victoria with her and Spectus away.

“Spectus offered up a juicy little slut that was unmarked for our enjoyment

not long ago at a private gathering. I wonder if this is her?”

“It might be, Noble Atilas. But surely you would know who she was.”

“No, Spectus would not say. I suspected that it was a female that might

have been known to one or more of us as she was gagged in a slave hood

the entire time. She was also in a plain house collar that had not been 

tagged with a House number or name.” All Ragenta could do was listen

and squirm as while the men talked Atilas had been teasing and tormenting

her with his touches. “I have many inquiries. But without a name, house

number, or not knowing what she looked like, it was impossible to locate

her without his help. So this could be the same slave.”

Ragenta whimpered and moaned as she enjoyed the touches but knew

that her world was crumbling about her. Then she heard the voice of one of

the officials.

“All slaves have been caught!” There was a cheer in the camp. “Master!

Reveal your captured slaves and prize for the night!”

The opening of the slave hood was unknotted and loosened about her

neck, while there are those slave hoods that incorporated the wadding of

the gag into the mask, this was a simple rep cloth sack that was over her

head while she wore a standard gag under it. Ragenta wiggled and was

slapped on her thigh to let her know to stop and she obeyed. The hood was

slowly pulled up revealing her lower jaw and the strap of the gag over her

mouth. She could see light now under the edge of the opening as it lifted

from her then was gone. The light of the fires and torches blinded her after

being in total darkness for several arn. She heard a gasp of disbelief from

the men and slaves about the gathering. She blinked repeatedly to regain

her sight. Only to find herself looking up into the face of Atilas.

“I always wondered what you looked like under those gowns and robes. Tal

Lady Ragenta or should I say greetings slave girl enta.” Then he laughed

as he held her chin. “Heat the irons.” He called over his shoulder.

Lady Ragenta Moves to Ar: Chapter 3

Lady Ragenta moves to Ar

 

Chapter 3

 

An uneven stone in the road caused the wagon to rock and brought

Ragenta back to the present. They would be reaching the gates soon. She

looked at the collar and pleasure silks that she held in her hand. At times it

had seemed that she had worn these more than her fine robes and veils.

As many times as Lady Ragenta has sent word that she had a horrible

headache and did not wish to be disturbed for any reason, while enta had

been assigned duties by Spectus. She has not always been chained to his

couch for his pleasures, which had not happened as much as she had first

thought it might. Most of her duties saw her perfumed in pleasure silks and

bells while entertaining in his private dining hall serving and pleasuring him

and his guest. He had explained her lack of a brand as she had as a free

woman a particularly nasty, she-sleen. He had arranged her capture and

enslavement. His plan was to arrange a special private auction of those

she had wronged. It was unclear if this was to sell her or just to be the

highest bidder to pay for the satisfaction of marking her as a slave forever.

Ragenta supposed that there was a measure of truth in that story but was

uncertain if that was really his plans for her or just a story. And though he

had been pressed many times, Spectus would never reveal who she had

been or from what city. Only that she had once been of a high caste and

very well educated.

One that had pressed the issue vigorously had been her other partner,

Atilas. He was not pleased to learn that they had an unbranded slave

serving in their house. Marchant Law required that all slaves be branded.

That had not precluded him from taking his enjoyment with the unbranded

slave twice that night. Knowing that Atilas would be at the dinner, Spectus

had shrewdly had her placed in a gagged slave hood so she could not utter

a sound other than to whimper and moan into the wadding that filled her

mouth. She had also been secured helplessly in a breeding rack that had

been brought up from the lower pens. She had recognized Atilas’ voice as

he stood behind her testing her slave responses while all she could do is

 

give into her body’s reaction that made her squirm as much as the bonds

would allow her as she juiced for the Masters.

Ragenta knew that she was on a very slippery slope. She fought to retain

every bit of her free woman life the best she could. But her body was

growing to enjoy and long for the slave fires that had started. She had more

than once woke to find that she was sleeping at the foot of her own couch

by the slave ring mounted there. She had also signed passes that would

allow the slave enta to leave the house and perform errands for Lady

Ragenta inside the walls of Victoria. She found that like inside the house,

enta had been able to learn a great deal of information roaming the streets

of Victoria. Snips of conversations that she happened to overhear that gave

her insight to what was happening within the Administrators offices or other

businesses or houses.

These insights had allowed her to invest or purchase properties around the

city making her a great deal wealthier. She had also taken the precaution of

setting up secret accounts under the name of Lady Andraus. This was so if

she were able to break free of Spectus’ control she had funds to allow her

to start a new life. But everyday the chance of that happening seems to slip

further and further away.

In each of the cities that she had visited on her journey to Ar. Ragenta had

slipped from her lodging unnoticed. Each time she had worn plain and

simple robes and veils of a member of the caste of bakers or caste of

seamstresses. Under those robes she wore the rags of a she-urt or a

simple common slave tunic and a collar that said she was enta property of

Lady Andraus. She did not want to use the Ragenta collar because she did

not want to be connected if stopped or questioned. She would find a

secluded place and slip out of the robes and veils that she would hide for

when she returned to change back. This had worked out well for her in

each instance. She had been able to slip in and out without any problems.

Which had been a blessing when she considered the difficulties of trying to

explain what she was doing, especially when she was pulling on or off the

robes of a free woman over the tunic and collar of a slave.

Her attempts to blend in with the she-urts of the different port cites had

been enlightening. Each time she had been met with hostility and

resistance, twice to the point that she had turned back and returned to

 

where she had hidden her clothes. She has found that she-urts had a pack

mentality. Tending to live and roam the cities scavenging for anything that

they could use. From discarded rags to scraps of food, in some cases they

would exchange sexual favors with certain shop and inn keepers for meat

scraps, whole pieces of fruit, or sections of bread or pastries. While she

had worn nothing but tattered rags and rolled on the floor of the alley to

dirty herself to try and blend in. Ragenta had been seen as a stranger or

outsider and chased off.

Her explorations as enta had been more informative but not without their

challenges. Twice, enta had been detailed by guardsmen wishing to know

where she was supposed to be as she had wandered into an area that she

should not be without an escort. Once she had endured the wrath of a free

woman that had taken offense that enta had not groveled enough when

retreating from the path of the woman. Several times she had been

stopped by men that had found her of interest. Sending her on her way

after seeing that she was the property of a free woman laughing at the pity

that a slave with her body was wasted on a free woman. But the incident

that had sent shivers down her spine with fear was when she had been

chased by a gang of adolescent boys that were intent on capturing her and

having her pleasure them.

Ragenta looked at the collection of different slave garments and engraved

slave collars. She was going to be living in a rented room outside the house

for some time. This might be a good way for her to explore and learn about

her new city. It would most certainly be more appealing than staying in her

room when not working in the new house. The caravan seemed to slow.

Parting the curtain and looking out, she called to one of the guardsmen.

“Why are we slowing?”

 

“Scouts report that the road is blocked a few pasangs ahead by

troops from Ar that are investigating reports of raiders and outlaws. You

had best remain in your wagon, Lady Ragenta.” Then he rode off.

 

If the road ahead was blocked, then that meant that they would not reach

the gates of Ar for another day. That was at best, but more than likely it

 

would be two days possibly three. She struck her fist against the side wall

of her wagon in frustration. Ragenta desperately wanted out of the confines

of this wagon. She was beginning to feel like she was as much in the cage

as the slaves carried chained in the barred slave wagons. At least they

were removed from their wagons and allowed to move about the camp.

Even if it was while they were on work details and chained.

 

Then she eyed the slave collar that lay on the floor of the wagon where she

had dropped it. If Ragenta could not leave the wagon, then perhaps enta

could get out and move about just a little. Without another thought her

hands retrieved the collar from the floor and snapped it about her own neck

locking it and pulling out the key. Only as soon as she pulled the key, she

knew how stupid a move that would be for her. Those slaves were all

naked and chained, and usually under one of the trainers with a switch

watching them in groups of twos, threes, or fours. And if she was chained

to other slaves, then she would be returned with them to one of the wagons

and chained.

No that would be a very foolish thing for her to do when she was so close

to Ar’s gates. Outside Ragenta heard the riders calling out that they would

be stopping here to make camp for the night. Holding the key in two

fingers, she lifted her hands to place it back into the lock so that the collar

could be removed. Already off balance, an unexpected bolt of the wagon

causes her to fall against the side of the wagon. The key dropping to the

floor of the wagon. Cursing the driver as a fool, she rises from the floor of

the wagon to look for the key.

It should have been right there in front of her. Ragenta instantly felt her

stomach knot and her world beginning to spin. She had to find that key. It

was the only key she had with her. Yes, it was a master key that would

open most of the house slave collars. There would be another like it at a

house in Ar, as well as the house in Victoria. There would be one at their

holding houses along the river. The problem was that she could not just

walk in and ask for another copy of the key. In theory she as one of the

owners could do just that. But that would raise questions that she did not

wish to answer. The loss of such a tightly controlled key could cause all of

their houses to lock the doors and shut down operations while all new

 

collars were obtained. With the numbers involved that would take days if

not close to two hands. That was almost worse than having to say that she

had locked herself in the slave collar of the house then lost the key. On top

of that she was wearing the collar of a slave that was already registered in

the house and supposedly still in Victoria. Once she was processed and

the prints, they took from her matched those of the slave girl enta. It would

not be good.

Then she spotted the key. It had to have bounced because it was on the

opposite end of the wagon. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it

rested near where part of a knot in the board had broken loose and falling

out. If it had fallen out, she might as well walk back to a cage wagon to be

added to the chain. It would have been lost and there would be no way for

her to remove the collar on her own.

She leaned forward and about had her fingers on the key with the teamster

halted the wagon. The jar of the wagon as it came to an abrupt stop was

enough that the key slid towards the hole and dropped out of the wagon.

Ragenta started to scream out but covered her mouth to stifle any sound. If

she had screamed “No!” like she had started to. It might have been heard

by the teamster or someone near the wagon. There would be no time to

hide the collar before someone came in to check on her to see if something

were wrong.

Pressing her face to the hole in the floor and looking through. She could

see the key in the grass below the wagon. She had to get out there and

retrieve it without anyone noticing her. The Lady Ragenta would certainly

draw attention crawling around on the ground under her own wagon. That

would mean that enta would have to slip out while the camp was distracted

by some of the slaves being released from the wagons to serve and

pleasure the guardsmen and teamsters.

Ragenta had adjusted her robes and veils so that when her meal was

delivered, the collar was well hidden under them. After she had finished her

meal, the slave had returned to collect her tray then left. She started to

remove the layers of veils and outer garments till she was only wearing a

house gown. Removing it as well, folding all of her things neatly to one

side, she went back to the chest. She had seen a couple of the trainers that

were being shipped to Ar moving about the camp supervising the serving

 

slaves. They had been allowed slave strips to wear so that they could be

distinguished from the slaves that were serving. Finding a length of binding

fiber and two small strips of cloth roughly three horts in width and five horts

long she knelt back on her heels. The binding fiber she wrapped once

about her waist tied it in a slip knot on her left hip. The two pieces of cloth

she slipped one under the cord in the front allowing just enough to hang

over the cord to keep it in place. Then she did the same with the second

piece of cloth. It barely covered her in the front and rear, but it was still

something.

Ragenta was counting on if any saw her off by herself they would think her

one of the trainers tending to some task or another and pay her no mind.

There was much laughter and squealing coming from the fires where they

slave served and entertained. Just before she had crept from the wagon,

she would have sworn that she had heard the beating of mighty wings

close by. There had not been any alarm sounded so it could have been a

messenger or patrol from Ar returning home to the tarn cots.

 

Soon as she was sure that none were looking in her direction, she slipped

out the door of the wagon and down over the folded down steps. Hiding

under the steps in the shadows, she watched and waited till she was sure

once more that none were looking her way. Turning and dropping to her

hands and knees, she crawled back under the wagon further till she found

the spot where the key was. Feeling her way through the grass with her

fingers she found it and clutched it tight. Now what? She still had to get

back into the wagon. She was all but naked so there were no pockets to

place it. She could not risk being caught with it. As she would be whipped

severely for having it if caught before she got back in the wagon. If she put

it in her mouth, then if someone said something to her, they would wonder

why she was talking strangely.

“We have rounded up almost enough for tonight.” She heard a male voice

nearby saying. Looking up at the light coming out of the same hole that the

key had fallen through, Ragenta pushed the key back through the hole into

the wagon. “Just need one more and we’ll be ready,” the voice continued,

“what have we here?” Ragenta froze as the voice was right behind her.

 

Hands grabbed her ankles and she fell to the ground as she was pulled out

from under the wagon on her belly.