Lady
Ragenta
In
The
Assessment Part 3
Country
Villa of Dantor in the Laboratory
3
Pasang North of Victoria
Ragenta
heard voices, female voices but she was having trouble understanding what they
were saying. She wanted to wake up, but she felt like she was trapped in a fog.
She tried to lift her hands to her face, but she couldn’t they were pinned at
her side. This caused her to stir more but she couldn’t move.
Leta
looked down at the bound and drugged form of her oldest daughter lying on a
litter before her. She thought she was so beautiful and looked so much like her
younger sister, Sena who stood beside her. Both daughters shared the flowing
red hair of their mother. And at this moment all three of them had locked about
their throats the slave collar of Dantor of Victoria.
“I am going
to enjoy this.” Sena looked upon her helpless sister.
“You
are not supposed to be in here, Sena. What if she wakes up and sees you?” Leta
scolded her.
“Neither
are you, mother.” The younger daughter challenged. It was rare once the collar
was on, and the brand marked the thigh that slaves were around their former
relatives for longer that it took for them to reach the sale block. But this
was not a normal situation in the slightest. Leta may have bene born a breed
pleasure slave, but she had been freed and taken as the free companion of her
former Master. But the profession of her lover wore on Leta’s conscious, and
she begged that he raised their daughter Ragenta and that she be returned to
the collar. It was done and Leta was once more the personal slave of Kallis,
only so that she could not be used against him or linked as the mother of their
daughter. Leta was drugged and removed from under the guise of being seriously
ill to the Villa. Once there Leta woke up wearing the collar of Kallis and
served as a house slave at the home of his friend. Her Master would visit with
their daughter from time to time so that she could have time with the girl. And
when Kallis was away Ragenta was sent to stay with her mother at the Villa. But
as Ragenta got older, she started asking questions about things she noticed
like the kef on her mother’s left thigh when they were in the bathes together.
It was also evident to Leta that her Master as much as he loved and cherished
his daughter, wished a son.
Knowing
that it was soon time for a visit. Leta begged Dantor to give her the releaser
so she might give Master the son he wanted. But she had another daughter, that
she named Sena. Only Dantor and Leta knew of the second daughter who was raised
as a slave on the Villa with her mother. Ragenta had been told that her mother
was too ill for visitors and when she was allowed to look in she say a drugged
Leta on a couch in a private chamber. This was done with Kallis’s approval so
that the girl honestly thought that her mother was sick. As the years went by both
girls grew and blossomed into beautiful women like their mother still was. Only
Ragenta’s life was one of privilege and wealth, while Sena’s was informative and
domestic chores until she matured then she was put in a collar and branded like
her mother. Both were the slaves of Kallis though he knew nothing of the second
slave.
Upon
Kallis’s death, Dantor filed paperwork transferring to slaves to his ownership
as a gift from his late friend. It was done in such a way that no one in the
house, even Ragenta knew of the existence of the two slaves.
“Go to
the chamber where she is supposed to be and strip, then kneel at the foot of
the couch.” Instructed Leta.
“But
Mother!” Sena objected.
“Does a
command need to be repeated?” in a sterner tone. Leta admitted that she had
been too soft with her daughter.
“No,
Mistress” Sena answered. She had wanted to punish her sister and make her suffer
during her time on the Villa. But mother was the high slave and Mistress of the
Villa, and must be obeyed. Turning she hurried out of the laboratory and to the
Guest Chambers that the drugged Mistress was supposed to occupied. Before she left
the chamber she looked back at the drugged girl on the litter, the girl’s
wrists and ankles had been tied securely to the sides of the litter, belts had
been wrapped around her and the litter to hold her in place as well. The girl wore
only the collar of a Villa slave as well as the thin rep-cloth tunic of a field
slave. She had bandages wrapped around her upper head, arms, and thighs. The
last being placed so that it would conceal the most common brand sites. Any
that didn’t know better would swear that she was a Villa field slave.
“The
girl is right, you should not be in here either, Leta” Dantor said from the
door.
“Yes,
Master, but I had to see her. It has been so long. Unless you say otherwise. I
will take over the supervision of the field and house slaves. Sena can sit in
the robes of her sister till it is time to change back.” They both watched as
two slaves entered and carried the litter out placing it in the back of a slave
wagon. Dantor left the doorway after stroking the cheek of his lovely slave,
then climbed into the wagon as it left the Villa.
Medical
House of Dantor
Isolation
Chamber
Victoria
Ragenta
woke laying on a exam table in a room that she had visited many time when coming
to see Dantor. She tried to move but found her wrists and ankle secured to the
table with bands. Aside from that she was completely naked. A door opened and
two female slaves entered the chamber.
“Oh
good Mistress you are awake. Master will be happy.” Moving to the sides of the
table undoing the restraints from her ankles and wrists. “We will have you
loose in just an ihn Mistress. Master had to secure you so that you didn’t hurt
yourself till you had fully recovered. You took a nasty fall we were told. Nina
will bring you something to eat and drink and I will fetch your clothing.”
Just as
they had said, both slaves exited and reappeared with food, drink, and the
clothing of a free woman. While she ate and drank the two slaves aided her in
dressing. In less than an ahn, she was dressed and sitting on the edge of the
table when Dantor came in.
“How
are you feeling, Ragenta?” He asked as he moved to the table to feel her
forehead and look into her eyes.
“I feel
like I have been asleep for days. And had the strangest dream.” She answered.
“Well,
the tassa powder in your kalda kept you in a drugged stupor for a day and a
half. During that time, you had been delivered here by slave wagon as an
injured slave. All the injuries were fake dressing with the blood of a vulo
that was butchered for the kitchen. Now tell me about your dreams.”
“Dantor,
it was so strange. I thought that I saw two different versions of myself. I was
laying there as a slave while another slave version of me standing next to me
as a free woman.” She looked at him in bewilderment.
“What a
dream indeed. Three of you? I have always found that one was more that enough
for me.” He laughed to play down any further pursuit of the subject. She had
seen her sister and mother after all. This would have to be dealt with upon
their return to the Villa. “You are due at the House in just under twenty ahn.
I will walk you there.” Helping her from the table he waited till her veils and
hood were in place. In moments they had left the house and were moving down the
streets to the House of Chains.
House
of Chains
Assessment
and Processing Chamber
Vicotria
Dantor
had escorted Lady Andreus into the House of Chains and to the door of the
Assessment and Processing Chamber door within the great greeting hall at the
front of the house.
“This
is your last chance to back out of this, dear. I will grant you this one
proviso, if you don’t go through with this I still have no other option to
return you to the Villa the same way you came into the city as a common kajira.
However, once we are back at the Villa this will all end and you will be able
to enjoy the remainder of your holiday once we have talked about some matters
of great importance that we will discuss regardless of what you do. So, what
will it be?” Dantor asked of her as he looked directly into her eyes over the
street veil she wore.
“What
about the documents to prove who I am if I get caught down in the training
area?” she softly whispered.
“If you
stay out of those areas dressed like a slave then you would not need the papers.”
He shrugged.
“But
Dantor, knowledge is power. And while I am running about like a house girl
unnoticed. I can learn so much. People will pay me no mind and say and do
things in front of me as if I am not there.” She pleaded with him, her case.
“Once
you pass through this door, none can know who you really are. And as having
papers drawn up is not part of the usual assessment on a free woman. You will
not be afforded the usual respects and courtesy shown to a free woman. You will
be processed same as a slave would be, with a complete test of slave heat. The
only differences will be that you are not to be slave raped, and when it is
done you will be given back your clothing and allowed to leave instead of going
to see the metal worker to be branded before being sent to the pens.” He could
see the fear in her body language. She was wavering but he knew this girl. She
was determined and headstrong like her parents and would not back down.
“Open
the door.” She said firmly.
Once
inside the door and Dantor closed it behind her, Ragenta was greeted by two
slaves, one was a female house slave the other was one of the male whip slaves
from the auction house, and two staff members. One was a scribe who held a
tablet before her. The other staff was one of the men who rotated from the pens
to here to ensure that there were no problems and to ensure that the whip slave
behaved himself.
“Lady
Andreus of Victoria?” asked the scribe.
“Yes, I
am Lady Andreus.” Ragenta answered.
“And
you have consented to have your body assessed for its possible value as a slave?
You have further consented to have your body recorded for slave papers should
they be needed for future use?” the scribe inquired further.
“Yes I
have given my consent and agree to the assessment and recording of information.”
She answered after taking a deep breath. No sooner than she had answered then
the two slaves approached at a nod from the man and begun to remove her veils
and robes. Each neatly folded and placed to the side on a small table. Till
finally she stood before them naked. Ragenta was suddenly very self-conscious
of her exposed body.
“From
this point forward, you will speak only when spoken to. You will also address
any free staff of the House of Chain as Master or Mistress.” The man spoke to
her as he picked up an anklet turning to the scribe, “This one will be number En’Var
33” the scribe noting the assigned number as the man bent down, taking her left
ankle in his hand, then locked the identification anklet on her ankle. Her
hands were then taken behind her by the whip slave, who locked in slave
bracelets about her wrists confining them behind her, then slipped a leash
chain about her neck. Nothing more was said to her as the whip slave gave the
leash a tug signaling her to move as she was led over to a holding cage. En’Var
33 was then marked on a slate on the bars of the cage. It was a low cage and
she was signaled by the tug of the leash to kneel before the cage gate, the
leather strap of the leash was wrapped loosely about her neck and the slave
bracelets removed from one wrist.
“Crawl
inside slut.” Commanded the man who had followed them. Jade eyes shot him a
look that brought the soft leather blades of his slave whip down across her
back causing her to cry out in pain. But his point was made and she quickly
crawled into the small cage and turned about to face the gate. It was too small
for her to stand so she had to kneel, which she did with her thighs pressed
tightly together. “Hands between the bars.” He commanded and she swiftly
obeyed. The open slave bracelet was once more about her wrists confining her to
the bars facing them for all to look upon that passed. Then she was left to wait
her turn in the slave cage.
Kneeling
in the cage forced to wait basically ignored was a new situation for Ragenta.
She was used to being served and waited upon, her slightest wish others jumped
to take care of. Now she must wait till they wished to deal with her. She was
not sure as it felt like she had been in the cage for several ahn, but it
couldn’t have been that long. She had kept her eyes lowered as free and slaves
walked past her till she noticed two stopped before here cage. It was the man
and the scribe.
“Enjoying
your visit, 33?” laughed the man as he squatted down and freed one of her
wrists. The scribe found this amusing and laughed. The cage gate was opened,
and she was motioned forth on her hands and knees once more. Once out of the
cage she knelt back on her heels with her thighs pressed together as she was
not only a free woman and not a slave or captive, but there also was another
free woman present. The slave bracelets were once more locked on both wrists
only this time before her body and the leash strap unwrapped from around her
neck and in the hand of the man from the pens who’s name she could not remember.
“This one does has some delicious slave
curves on her don’t you think, Kiana?” To the scribe beside him.
“One
day, perhaps soon she will find herself on the block earning maybe a silver for
the House’s coffers.” Laughed the scribe Kiana.
“What
do you have to say, slut?” He laughed with the woman.
“Thank
You, Master and Mistress.” Ragenta answered in a tone that bordered on insolence.
For that she had the handle of his whip thrust to her lips. Looking up at him
she knew what was expected of her. Leaning her face forwards she slowly began
to kiss and lick the whip of the man who controlled her at the moment.
“She
does that well,” remarked Kiana.
“Yes perhaps
when we are done. This one should be sent to the iron and then the pens. She is
a fire crotch after all.”
“She is
licensed to Dantor and to be turned back over to him. He has a think for red-haired
slaves. I was at his villa once and there are two extreme flame haired beauties
out there.” The scribe mused.
“Dantor
has no real authority around this House.” Scoffed the man as she continued to
kiss and lick his whip.
“Don’t
let the Lady Ragenta hear you talk that way.” The woman laughed.
“I have
heard that what she likes or doesn’t like may not matter much longer.” He
laughed. Ragenta had not reacted only continued to do as was expected while
listening to the callous remarks about her. Heads would roll when this was over
if she had her way. But for now, she could not react or show any signs of
disapproval, only comply and do as she was told. “It is a shame to waste such
sweet slave curves on a free woman.” Then removing the whip from her lips and
tugging the leash pulling it against the back of her neck telling her to rise
to her feet. “Heel behind slut 33.” Turning and leading her from the outer
chamber to the assessment area.
Once in
the assessment area, she was led to a circle of light on the floor where she
was placed within. The leash was removed for now and a chain lowered from the
ceiling and fastened to the slave bracelets chain before her body. Several
naked female slaves surrounding her with measuring tapes, wrapping them around
her body in various places then calling out the results for the woman Kiana to
record. Ragenta had forgotten how detailed the slave papers could be as to even
the size and shape of her nipples when aroused. The ease of which was recorded
to her dismay. Then the chain before her was retracted till she dangles by her
wrists horts off the floor of the chamber
Now the
man she had learned was called Norac, came closer to her helpless suspended
body with the slave whip once more. There is nothing that she can do to stop
him from administering the slaver’s caress. Feeling the handle of his whip
coming up between her thighs and touching her intimately as she is caressed
with the handle. Her heart sinking as she dangles by her wrists, twisting and
squirming as her body betrays her.
“Oh,
she is a hot little slut.” laughed Norac. “And she juices quickly and well. It
is a shame to turn her loose after she is done.” The slaver’s man was enjoying
himself too much making 33 squirm and moan. Then Dantor returned and was not
pleased at the sights that greeted him.
“Are
you done with this one?” He demanded the scribe who was taken aback.
“All
but examining her to determine if she has been opened or not, Noble Dantor.”
She quickly answered.
“She
has been opened and would be red silk. As her Physician I can attest to her
status. Now I need to get back to the villa as soon as I have this Lady home
safely. So, clean her up and have her waiting by the outer door when I get
there.”
“Yes
Noble Dantor.” Kiana quickly answered. “I will make sure that happens.”
Watching as the Physician left the room then turned to look at the woman who
was still dangling from the ceiling beam. It was then she noticed that Norac
had left the room
Exit
Portal from the House of Chains
When
Dantor reached the exit portal, he was not pleased with what he found. Kiana
was waiting for him. Kneeling at the wall rings near the entrance, was Ragenta wearing
a slave tunic that was shorter and more revealing than the standard house slave
garments and chained by the neck. Her wrists were confined behind her in slave
bracelets and a standard strap gag had been placed on her to ensure her
silence. Dantor wondered if that was just an extra precaution in preparing her,
or had she not responded well when placed in the tunic of a slave instead of
having her free woman garments returned to her as planned. Judging from the
still visible red marks on her exposed flesh from the blades of a slave whip.
He was reasonably sure it was the later. That Kiana had a slave goad having
from her waists now only confirmed it. Ragenta’s neck was still bare except for
the oversized collar that connected it to the slave ring mounted in the wall
behind her. It being designed to fit over the standard slave collars but not so
large that it could be slipped over the head of the slave wearing it, or the
free woman. The light glinted off the steel band about her left ankle showing
that she was still being identified as girl #33 in the house. And continue to
be treated as such until it was removed from her by the key in Kiana’s keeping
with the papers.
A mixture of anger and
fear was on Ragenta’s face as she looked up over the gag she wore. She was
clearly not pleased with the way things had turned out. The plan was that she
would endure the humiliation of being assessed as a prospective slave so that
she could get documents with her information on it that could be transferred to
another set. She was also angry with herself as to how her own body had
betrayed her wish given the slaver’s caress. She had whimpered and squirmed
like a paga slut. And that is where the fear had set in. She had expected to be
treated like a slave, even being held while a funnel was placed in her mouth
and unsweetened slave wine was pour into her mouth before the assessment had
started had not been much of a surprise to her, the man Norac had taken enjoyment
at doing that to her. But several times he had gotten a little too intimate
when touching her for her liking. And then there was the slaver’s caress, she
had seen it administered to countless women both slaves and those about to
become slaves. But when it was done to her, and it might have just being on the
receiving end of it for a change, the touch had seemed longer than usual.
Had the woman Kiana not
been there, she felt the comments about misfiled instructions leading to her
being sent to the branding room then on to the slave pens was not ideal words.
Ragenta had not taken it well upon learning that her clothing was gone from the
chest that it had been locked in. The garments of a free woman were tightly controlled
items in any slave house. That her’s had conveniently gone missing when she was
about to be released could not be a coincidence. She had not reacted well when
told that her things were missing or that she would have to leave the house looking
like a slave. Hence the reason for the red marks on her body from the whip and the
slave goad that Kiana now carried. Both items were designed and very effective
at subduing and pacifying irate females and worded very well on Ragenta to her
dismay. She had been given a slave tunic to put on and then the restraints and
gag placed on her to ensure that she remained secure and docile till she was
collected. But more important than her being very close to being enslaved in
her own house. She had to warn Dantor of the comments made concerning the Lady
Ragenta by Norac. But as long as she wore this gag that was not going to happen.
“This is an unexpected turn of events.” Laughed the physician
as he walked over and placed a finger under Ragenta’s chin lifting her face and
eyes to look up them. Holding her head up by the chin as he looks back to the
scribe. “I said to get her ready for me. Why is she ready for the collar and
leash and not veiled and robed?”
“Noble Dantor, please
forgive me but there was little choice. When I returned this one to the intake chamber.
The chest with her clothing was open and empty. I suspect that it was Norac,
but I have no way of knowing for sure or proving that. But without the proper attire
to leave as she came, I had not option but to arrange for her to leave as what
she was appraised for.”
“I take it that she didn’t
willingly put on the tunic of a slave?” mused the healers looking at the much-revealed
slaver.
“It took some simple persuasion”
smiled Kiana as she fingered the slave goad on her hip. She never felt that she
didn’t have strength to properly yield the slave whip, but the goad was another
matter. It didn’t require much strength but when she turned it up they slaves jumped
to please and obey her. Just like this one chained to the wall. She had begged Kiana
to stop and that she would do anything.
“I can see that it worked
very well. She looks well on her knees.” The toe of his sandal nudging Ragenta’s
thighs open, so she was no longer kneeling as a tower slave. “And as long as
there clothing was not used in an attempt to escape. It is only a minor inconvenience
that accelerates what was going to happen after we leave.” Dantor took a slave
collar from his belt and slipped it without ceremony about Ragenta’s neck
locking it on her. “She is to be a gift for the Lady Ragenta, this slave’s name
is now Enta and I will take her records with Me.”
“I am sure that the Lady
will pleased with this one. Be sure to have her marked soon as it is required.”
Kiana handed the documents to Dantor and removed the wall collar form the
kneeling Ragenta who saw or hoped that she saw what her old friend was planning.
A leash was clipped to her collar and handed to Dantor who urged her to her
feet to follow behind him as they left the house.
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