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.