Lady Ragenta: The Assessment Part 2

Lady Ragenta

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The Assessment Part 2

 

Country Villa of Dantor

3 Pasang North of Victoria

 

          “Dantor, I trust you implicitly. But are you sure that this is necessary?” Ragenta asked as she stood in the middle of his examination and laboratory on the estate. She had not questioned his instructions and guidance when told to remove all of her clothing and to stand in the middle of the room. She had come to his estate under the after being advised by her personal Physician in front of many in the hall that she should take a period of rest away from the day-to-day running of the House at his rural property.  Afterwords, when none were within hear, he had informed her that making a public display of departing the city gates for this property, then it would remove any suspicions that she was Lady Andreus who had scheduled a time to have her body assessed for her own vanity. Now that she was actually at his estate and standing block naked before him far from the security of her guards or the city she was starting to wonder if she had made a tragic error in judgement.

          “No, Ragenta, you are free to put your clothes back on and spent the rest of your time here as everyone believes on holiday.” Stepped back crossing his arms across his chest. “You asked me to come up with a plan that would get you in and out of House without anyone being the wiser. Now I have devised this holiday for you to be away from the house and in my care for intense rest. You were seen leaving the City Gate coming here. The slaves have seen you entering here where they will be told you are in isolation and not to be disturbed by anyone for anything.”

          “I understand that. But why can I not just leave here as this Lady Andreus.” She complained. “And is that really necessary?” pointing to a leash in his hand.

          “Lady Andreus doesn’t have papers to allow her through the gates without being recorded. The last thing we want is for there be documentation of Lady Andreus entering and leaving the city while you are out of the city. None may see the coincidence, but do you wish to take that chance?”

          “No, I agree, but.” Ragenta started to protest further then with a grown turn her back to him as she placed her wrists behind her in the small of her back. Soon as she had done so, light slave bracelets were fastened securely about her wrists. She tensed, then a chill ran down her spine at how perilous her situation was at the moment. As she shook it off because she was perfectly safe Dantor would not let anything happen to her or do anything to her. When his arm wrapped about her waist pulling her back against him, as his other hand brought a vile of something before her face and placed under her nose. Ragenta’s eyes went wide, capture scent! Her world went black as she slumped against Dantor’s arm unconscious.

          Dantor smiled at Ragenta’s unconscious form in his one arm as the other hand worked the stopper back into the vile. Slipping the vile into his tunic where it had been concealed before. Then turning her about to face him. He had to admit that she did indeed have some excellent slave curves. Even as close as the villa was to the city walls. It was still enough if he were a less honorable man, she could easily be added to his slave chains. But he was an honorable man and had been a long time friend of her late father. He had brought her into this world when her mother gave birth. What was only known to her father and him was her mother had been a prized pleasure slave before she freed upon the discovery that she was with a child. Dantor had administered the releasing agent to her on Kallis’ instructions. Leta, her mother was sure that she was to be breed with a male slave to produce a slave child for her owner. Little did she know that Kallis had wanted to sire a child of his own and choose her as the mother for her intelligence and beauty. He had wanted a son to be his heir but was just as thrill with a daughter. Only as a Slaver he knew that none could know the origins of her birth. The daughter of a pleasure slave would be seen as a slave as well.

          To protect his daughter, Ragenta, he freed Leta and took her as his companion. And they were happy for a time. But having been a slave for most of her life, Leta suffered from guilt being the companion of a Slaver and watching others being bought and sold as she once was. Finally, Leta knelt once more and begged three things of the man she had come to love. First, their child never knows what her mother was. That she always be in the child’s life in some way. And that she be allowed to return to being his slave.

          Kallis granted Leta’s wish, and she was returned to his slave collar. As their daughter could not be allowed to see her mother in a slave livery and collar. As the girl got older it would not due for the resemblance between her and one of the house slaves. It was decided that Leta would be kept at his trusted friend and Physician Dantor’s country villa. There she served as one of the house slaves. The pretense was that she needed the benefits of country living for health reasons. When Ragenta went out to visit, Leta was always in a private area, dressed as free woman. The collar was removed for the visit, but so that her body was never free of slave steel she would wear a slave anklet locked on her left ankle from the House of Chains. As soon as the visit was over and the girl gone, she returned to the collar and tunic and her duties.

 

Isolation Laboratory Slave Kennel

Country Villa of Dantor

 

          Ragenta groaned as she slowly recovered from the effects of the capture scent she had inhaled. As her eyes opened, she saw a slave existing wherever she was. It had to be the effects of the scent messing with her because she swore the slave looked like her. Ragenta shook her head as she sat up hearing the rattle of chain as her right leg moved. Eyes moving down her bare and shapely bare thigh and calve to see a steel ring locked about her right ankle. A chain ran from the ring to another ring mounted in the floor. Eyes then darted widely about her and the room, it was a slave kennel with six slave mats, and six slave rings. The door was heavy and nearly impossible for her to get through. Not that it mattered, it could be unlocked, and she still wouldn’t do her any good as she could not reach it while on this chain.

          On her left ankle was a slave anklet locked. She was no longer naked but wearing the thin tunic of a field slave. And like most slave tunics it had no neither closure and all that she wore. Instinctively, her hand roamed up and down the common brands sites. Relieved to fine that while anyone seeing her would think her one, she had at least not been marked as one.

          The door to the kennel opened and Dantor entered. Smiling as he glanced about then eyes falling on the chained Ragenta.

          “Not the accommodations that you are accustomed to but given the nature of this enterprise. I thought it fitting and appropriate.” Danto smiled a knowing smile. “Don’t you agree.”

          “I thought the plan was for me to leave the city, come here, and then I would be smuggled back into the city for the assessment. Then smuggles back here after it was done.” Given how she was dressed and on a chain. Ragenta had moved into a tower position with her knees tightly pressed tightly together. And while her body had taken the submissive posture, her eyes and the tone of her voice were anything but submissive. “I don’t recall being chained as one of your slaves in a kennel every being mentioned nor agreed upon.”

          “As I pointed out before I gave you your nap, dear” He was speaking to her as one would speck to a child or an inferior. This only served to infuriate Ragenta further. “You are supposed to be here in isolated meditation and relaxation for till the next passing of hands. I have the challenge moving you into the laboratory in Victoria and back without you being recognized.”

          “That does not explain why I look like a slave and chained in one of your kennels.” She challenged.

          “I own a slave, one that resembles you in many ways. I plan to place her in your chambers in your place. This way others will see that someone is in that room, At the same time, you will be transported to my holdings in Victoria as if you were that slave.”

          “But I am not a slave, Dantor!”

          “My patience is growing thin, girl.” The warmth draining from his voice. “You came to me asking for assistance in having yourself assessed and recorded as a slave might because you had been playing with fire in your own House. I gave you a chance to back out, to put your clothes back on and be done with all this. You choose not to and proceed. Now you are in my kennel as if you were one of my slaves. You wanted a taste now you have it. You will be treated as a slave with the only exception being once we are in Victoria and you assume the persona of Lady Andreus.”

          “Yes, Dantor” she answered more subdued. Given the tone of his voice and her present situation, she was kneeling like a chained slave on her sleeping mat. Ragenta decided it best not to anger and provoke the man standing over her. “But I am not a slave.”

          “That will depend on you, dear girl.” Then smile on his face as he said it caused Ragenta great concern. Turning and stepping from her then returning with something in his hand. She swallowed hard as she knew what it was. There was no mistaking a slave collar. Turning it so that she could read the words. “Read the inscription, girl” He instructed her.

          “Slave # 79 property of the Villa of Dantor.” She read the inscription slowly.

          “It might interest you to know. Then slave anklet locked on your pretty anklet is for slave #79. The only reason that this collar is not yet on your pretty neck already is that it would not do for it to be noted that Lady Andreus has collar marks on her lovely neck. It is the same reason that you are not in close chains to improve your attitude and perhaps make you see how foolish this whole charade is.”

          Her hand went to the steel ring locked about her left ankle. She was well aware of the purpose of the slave anklet. It served much the same purpose as the collar. Only it was not usually as visible as the collar and used during processing or transport. But more importantly she had one locked on that identified her as Villa slave #79. So as far as anyone looking upon her would see Villa slave #79. The only thing that gave her cause to not believe that she had been enslaved and now a slave was that Dantor seemed to not wish for her to have any slave marks on her when she went to be assessed as Lady Andreus. If she was already a slave then it would not matter.

          “So, I am still to assessed and recorded at the House as Lady Andreus.” she asked.

          “That is the plan as of now, slave 79. That is subject to change depending on you.” Hard eyes were locked on her as he opened the collar in his hands. “You are to be taught a lesson. It can start now or when you are returned to the house?” was asked of her, “Oh, and you sent a note back to the house extending your stay till the end of the next Passage of Hands.”

          “But Dantor!” She started to protest, then seeing him lift his hand turning it to cuff her across the mouth she caught and corrected herself before the hand fell. “Master! We just had a Passage of Hands so that means I will be here for the next four Hands!”

          “There may be hope for you yet, 79.” He smiled then cupped her cheek in his hand. “There is much for you to learn, and I feel this is best for you as a mentor and friend of the family.”

          “How is being treated like a slave for almost a month going to be best for me,” watching has he went to the and was handed a bowl by someone. As he turned back she quickly added, “Master.”

          “Because as I said you are playing with fire. I know you too well and perhaps as well as or better than you know yourself. You may say that you are wanting these records as a safety precaution should something happen while you are in the pens and training areas “disguised” as a slave for training reasons. But in fact, you are hooked on the thrill of it all. You have grown tired and bord with being stuck with administrative duties, so I am sure it was by accident that you got caught and mistaken for a slave. But it thrilled and excited you. You have seen a way to escape the prison of your office and the chains of your paperwork. I know you better than you think I do as I have known you since birth and things that even you do not know.” She took notice that was the second time that he insinuated knowing something she didn’t or her more that a family friend and her personal Physician.

          One hand instinctively pulled at the lower hem of the slave to cover more of her shapely thighs. She knew that the garment was not designed to conceal the charms and beauties of a slave’s body. And even the thin rags of a field slave’s tunic did little to conceal hers. The other hand slid down off her thigh to touch the anklet locked on her left ankle proclaiming her as Villa slave 79. Ragenta had known and trusted Dantor all of her life. She had to trust him and his judgement now. For if it was his intention to make her a slave, she likely would have had her thigh marked with a kef or dina and in the slave pens of the Villa with the other slaves.

          “Here is your evening meal.” Handing her a plain wood bowl. The instant she looked at the contents, her jade eyes shot up at him. “What did you expect? Roast tarsk and suls? It is not very fitting for a girl on a chain in the Laboratory kennel is it. But I am sure that the one posing as you is enjoying something like that. Now eat up.” It was not said as a suggestion, but as a command. Looking at the slave gruel in the bowl. Dipping her fingers into the thick mixture, lifting them to her mouth to suck and lick them clean as she makes a grimace at the bland slave food. She has tasted it before partly out of curiosity and partly to ensure that it was eatable when she was training a new batch of slaves. Now it was her that was being watched to ensure that she cleaned her bowl. After Ragenta had finished and returning the bowl to Dantor, she was handed a flask. “Your reward for finishing your food, drink up.”

          “Let me guess slave wine?” she smirked as she lifted the flask to her lips and drank. Pulling it back surprised. “Kalda! And good Kalda.” Tipping the flask back to drink more of the wine, finishing the contents, then returning the flask to him. “Thank you,” she smiled and started to speak but slurred her word and was suddenly felt very tired. She looked to him.

          “Yes, it had tassa powder in it. I wanted to ensure that you slept soundly and didn’t try or do anything foolish tonight.” He smiled at her as she slowly slumped to the slave mat. “Good night girl.” Turning to leave Ragenta fully sedated chain on her mat in the kennel.