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.