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.”
The hot iron would suit the slave admirably, and like all with the firecrotch she is natural collar meat, but perhaps her owners have other plans for her; even if only to play with her a little, prolonging her torment, while incidentally making her fires burn hotter.
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