Lady Ragenta: The Assessment Part 3

 

Lady Ragenta

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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.