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.