Lady
Ragenta
The
Assessment
Part
5 (the final part)
In
the Forest West of Victoria
Near
the Villa of Dantor
Ragenta
stumbled again. She had never imagined how hard it could be to walk barefoot
through the wood. The sun warmed stones of the streets of Victoria had been bad
enough on the soft and tender flesh of her feet. But the path through the
forest was worse as she was constantly stepping on sharp stones and pieces of
wood that strung the bottom of her feet. To complicate things having her hands bound
in the small of her back didn’t help her balance. That she was connected to Leta
by a neck rope and that Leta was able to move quicker as her feet were used to walking
barefoot. Leta had tried to slow the pace as much as she could knowing that her
daughter was not used to this way of life having been pampered and waited on
all her life. But then she had to keep the pace set by the man who held the leading
rope of the coffle.
Leta’s
emotions were raw and on edge, warring with each other. She wanted to badly get
to the Villa because her daughter Sena was there, and it was being raided. But
she didn’t want to have her other daughter Ragenta following her into something
that could very well end with the collar on her neck not coming off ever again
unless to be replaced by the collar of her new owner. The air was filled with smoke
from buildings being burned and the screams of slaves and the ringing of steel
on steel.
“We are
getting close,” The commander of the guardsmen said turning to the guard who
held the rope of the two slaves. “Silence them both. I don’t want either of
them crying out by accident and betraying our presence to the raiders.” Their
guard reached into a pouch and produced two over the mouth slave gags. Stepping
to Leta first she automatically opened her mouth for him which he stuffed the
leather wadding in before wrapping the strap sewn to the wadding about her
lower face binding it in place at the back of her head. Ragenta at seeing the
gags being so ready wondered why rope and binding fiber had been used on them
instead of chains and cuffs. Then it registered, chain and cuffs were a better
form of securing slaves and prisoners, but rope and fiber didn’t make noise
when they moved.
“Master! Please, I have important
information that I must tell my Master. It may concern what is happening.”
Ragenta pleaded when it was her turn to be gagged. A shape strike of a back
hand across her mouth sent her falling to the ground looking up from her back.
This was the second time this had happened to her in her life. Only this time
there was no rage, only fear as she was only a slave as far as any was concerned
but Dantor and her mother.
“Who
gave you permission to speak slave!” Growled the Commander who has struck her.
“No
one, Master.” She quickly answered. Just as quickly she squirmed and moved
herself to her knees to kneel as a slave before him. “Master, please, girl begs
to speak to her Master the noble Dantor. She has vital information that she was
unable due to her muzzle to inform him of before now that may have something to
do with the attack on the Villa. Please, Master, she begs you.” Dantor was the
only one that could restore her to her former life. The collar on her neck was
very real and locked securely on her neck. She saw their guard lift his hand
the five bladed slave whip in his hand, when it was caught by the wrist just
before it fell.
“Enta
may be fresh to the collar, but she is a very bright wench.” Smiles Dantor
holding the guard’s wrist. “Perhaps we should see what she was willing to listen
to what she felt worth being cuffed or whipped over.” His smiled faded as he
looked down at her naked on her knees, her thighs parted before men. “Tell me,
little slave, what was worth the lash to tell me.”
“Yes,
Master,” she said slowly. Ragenta had noted that there was no softness in his
voice or eyes when he looked upon and spoke to her. She had been spoken to and regarded
as what she appears to all about, a naked kajira. “Master, prior to your return
to collect me at the House of Chain and the Mistress feeling the need to gag
this girl.” Tears formed in her eyes as she addressed her old mentor and friend
as if she was one of his slaves. “Girl heard the Master called Norac making
comments about Mistress Ragenta, speaking of her in a manner that I think she
might be in danger. Especially, since he vanished from the assessment chambers
before certain things went missing.” Dantor’s eyes went cold as he looked in
the direction of the Villa.
“Arnas!
Rally the men, we must hurry, This is more that a raid to steal a few field
slaves. This is an attack to take the Lady Ragenta!” No sooner had the orders
been given and the men split into two squads. Dantor pulled Leta over, turning
her about freeing her wrists and removing the gag. Then turning her to face
him. “Take Enta and get her back to the Villa via the secret tunnel. You must
keep her from being taken. I will go rescue the Lady.” He kissed her deeply
then was gone with the others towards the Villa. Leta then pulled Ragenta to
her feet and freed her wrists as well.
“I know
that you are head strong as me and your father, girl. But if you want to go
back to your soft life and get out of the collar before your thigh is marked do
exactly what I tell you to do. Follow me.” She ordered her daughter. There was
no time to argue or debate and they both knew that. Leta had spent the last
twenty years living as a slave on this estate. There was not much about it that
she didn’t know. It was while cleaning one of the storage cellars that she
discovered a long-forgotten tunnel. She had explored the tunnel for a few feet
but not any further. If any came looking for her they would assume that she was
attempting to run away. Which is something that she would never do. This Villa
was part of her from the two Masters that she loved with all her heart to the
two beautiful daughters, one who served beside her and the other she could only
watch from hiding till now. No, Leta would never leave this place of her own will.
A couple
of nights later after having pleasured her Master in his chambers she told him
of the tunnel. While the rest of the estate was secured and sleeping for the
night. They had slipped out and she had shown him what she had found. Dantor
had concluded that it was a hidden escape route constructed by the previous
owners in case the Villa was attacked. They had even thought of using it to
smuggle Ragenta in and out of the Villa when this whole mess started. Master
had decided that it was best to not use it.
Ragenta
following her mother as the two slaves quickly moved through the woods. Just
prior to reaching the outside end of the tunnel, Leta grabbed Ragenta and
pulled her back placing her hand over her mouth. Then pointed down at something
that looked out of place. Kneeling down Leta slowly cleared the debris off the
trail to reveal a slave trap that had been placed. It had to be placed by the
raiders in case any of the Villa’s people or slaves attempted to flee in this
direction. If either of them had stepped in the trap triggering it. Steel jaws
would have snapped closed pinning their ankle within the trap. Meaning that one
or both of them would be caught as the only way to open it was with the key.
To
Ragenta’s surprise her mother cover the trap once more so it appeared
undisturbed. Then they carefully stepped around it and were more watchful for
others like it. Finally reaching the opening to the tunnel, Leta pulled back
the camouflaged door and picked up a fire starter from just inside the opening.
Lighting a small lamp, she motioned Ragenta in and closed the door behind them.
The lamp illuminated the tunnel well, to the side were two tattered slave
tunics that had been left there to be used as wicks for the lamp if need be.
Handing one to her daughter then taking the other she tied the tattered rag
about her waist. Ragenta didn’t know why her mother had done that, but it was something
to wear and gratefully tied hers about her too. They walked in silence till the
outline of another door was seen. Turning the lamp down low she put it and the
fire starter on a small dug-out shelf before putting the lamp out all the way.
Opening the door just a crack, Leta peaked out into the storeroom. Seeing
nothing she slowly crept out towards the door to the courtyard which was ajar.
Ragenta
joined her at the door as they looked out at the carnage in the courtyard. The bodies
of slain and wounded guardsmen and raiders littered the ground. Several buildings
were either smoking or a blaze. At the far end of the courtyard, the raiders
had almost two dozen slaves girls striped, bound, and in a rope coffle on their
knees waiting to be ordered to depart the grounds with their new Masters.
A
scream pulled both of their attention towards the main house as they watched
the house girl, Sally, being pulled from the house by a raider who had a firm
hand tangled in her long brown hair, she was stripped already and had her
wrists locked behind her in slave bracelets. In an couple ehn, she was kneeling
behind the last girl in line and having the rope knotted about her throat. Leta
started to rush out to help Sally, as they had been close friends for many
years serving together in the house of their Master. Only Ragenta’s hand on her
arm stopped her.
“Mother,
we must wait here and not be seen. We have to wait for Master and the others to
get here, they must be trying to flank and surprise the raiders.” She
whispered. Leta could only nod in understanding. So many friends in that
coffle.
Another scream only this
one of fury and rage, as two raiders were pulling a woman in the rich robes of
a female slaver from the building by each arm. The two men laughed as she
fought and struggled against their hold on her. Finally, one of them men got
behind her and pinned her arms so she couldn’t move while the other face
scripted her of her veils and jerked back her hood to reveal flowing locks of flame
red hair.
“So the Lady Slaver is a
fire crotch herself!” Laughed the man who had face stripped her. Sena’s eyes
when wild and she spit at him which earned her the back of his hand across her
face. “Ler’s see the rest of what we came for boys!” Which that his hands were
at the neck of her robes as he started ripping them open and from her. Soon as
Sena’s neck was fully exposed it showed that she had worn a slave collar the
whole time under her robes. “She’s a slave! It’s a trick!”
Sena was struck from
behind by the man who held her arms as she fell dazed to the ground where her
assailant began to cut the robs from her body. Then her hands locked behind her
in slave bracelets, she was taken to the coffle and added as the last slave in
the line with the others. The mood of the men was bitter at they had been
tricked into going after a slave decoy instead of the missing prize. Ragenta
watched as they added her sister to the other slaves. Knowing that was supposed
to be her coffle with the others instead.
About that time Leta let
out a war cry and burst from the storeroom charging towards the bound slaves,
intent to at least free them of the neck rope. At the same time Dantor and the
others burst from the trees in a surprise counterattack. Ragenta looked on in
horror and disbelief as she watched the heavy net drop from the roof of the
storeroom and fall over her mother pinning her to the ground. Two men quickly
rushed to her and reached in to secure her wrists behind her back as well
before they pulled her from the webbing and ripped the rag from her hips.
“Another fire crotch!”
Exclaimed a voice that sent a chill down the spine of Ragenta. Norac! “I think
I know this one,” He laughed as Leta was pulled to her feet by her arms. Her
hair was covering her face as Norac brushed the hair back to look at her. “No,
not the Lady Andraus, but the resemblance is remarkable. Add her to the coffle
with others.”
“Come, kajira.” The other
man ordered Leta as she was being lead to the coffle of slave to be taken. Every
fiber of her being screamed for her to fight and resist, her home, her love,
her daughters were in peril. But she had been a slave most of her life. Now she
was restrained and being escorted by a free man who had given her an order. She
obeyed and was led towards the rows of kneeling slaves or soon to be slaves. Leta
as house staff that had been free prior to this, the kitchen mistress, as well
as the companion and daughters of the field master were now naked, bound, and
kneeling on a common neck rope. Tears formed in her eyes as her world was
coming to an end. Before she could be added to the rope her escort staggered
back with a crossbow bolt protruding from his neck. Still grasping her arm, he
pulled Leta down to the ground with him as he fell.
Leta looked in the
direction from which the bolt had come. Her eyes went wide with horror as she
saw Ragenta still wearing only the slave collar of Dantor and a tattered rag
about her hips attempting to cock and charge a crossbow. NO, she screamed but
no words came out. To any that saw her daughter, she was but another slave, a
very beautiful slave, but just a slave not a free woman. And she had not only
dared to touch a weapon, but she had just slain a free man. Before she could
raise the weapon once more the leader who had captured her was turning and
lifting a danger to throw at the girl.
“Lady Andraus,” He
laughed, “My how the slave collar suits you. Now drop the weapon slave and I
may let you live.” This had distracted her daughter long enough that she too
was taken by a raider from behind her. Quickly disarmed she was just as quickly
stripped and her hands locked in slave bracelets behind her. Leta’s heart sank
as her daughter was thrust forward and presented to the leader who had
addressed Ragenta as Lady Andraus. Looking at her naked body over with a smile
then placing a finger under her chin to force her to look up to him. “But we
both now know that is not your real name. Is it Ragenta” Laughing hard as he
threw his head back and roared. “It seems that I have succeeded in my mission
after all, pretty slave”
Only he never got the
chance to say more as it was he who was distracted this time as a knife was
thrust into his chest by the raider who held his prize. Finally looking into
the face of his killer he saw the face of the Healer looking back at him before
dropping to his knees first then the ground.
“I thought I told you two
to go hide and stay there till this was over. You almost got to see some slave
pens from the other side of the cage bars.” Dantor said not smiling.
“MASTER!” Leta screamed.
Her scream immediately
drew both Dantor and Ragenta’s attention. Two more raiders had reached her
where she laid on the ground next to her dead captor. One of them had his hand
in her hair and was pulling her to her feet once more. The other covered his
partner with Leta with his crossbow.
“Norac is dead!” the
crossbowman called to the other. In the distance the sound of cavalry from
Victoria coming closer. “Take the slaves we have and return to the boats. We
have cavalry coming.”
Leta screamed out and
tried to resist and was struck twice with the back of her new captor’s hand.
Seeing this, Dantor forgot about Ragenta and that she too was naked save for
his collar with her wrists locked behind her. He started for the two with his
Leta. His progress was short as he sprouted a bolt in his chest and started to
fall backwards onto Ragenta. She tried with all her strength to stop his fall
but given her current state all she could do was break his fall as her legs
buckled under her and she went down as well. She squirmed and wiggled as she
tried to get out of under Dantor whose had her pinned to the ground. Tears
rolled down her cheeks as she watched her mother join her sister on the neck
rope. The roped slaves were then herded with switches out of the courtyard and
away from the villa. The more she tried to get out from under him the more pain
she caused Dantor.
“Ragenta, It is going to
hurt but you have to get out from under me. The guardsmen from Victory are
nearby. If they find you like you are, they will think you slave and if I pass
out, you will be branded and in a holding pen by the time I recover if I
recover.” He cried out as he tried to roll off her as she worked to get free of
him. Finally, she was free of his body and knelt beside him helpless to do
anything. “Turn around, kajira.” he said weakly. Quickly turning to present her
chained wrists to him, she let out a sigh of relief when she felt the bracelets
pop open freeing her. Immediately she turns to see to his wound. But she found
a key thrust into her hand. “You have to get that collar off quickly. You don’t
have much time but try to find something to cover yourself with.
Ragenta waisted no time
inserting the key into the lock of her slave collar. Casting it to the side as
soon as she was free of it. She looked about wildly. The house was too far and
the only thing closer was the slave kennel for the field slaves. For an ihn she
considered grabbing one of the field slaves’ tunics, but instantly rejected it
as being found in a slave tunic was almost as bad as if she was discovered
wearing nothing. Then she spotted the pile of her clothing that had been cut
from Sena. Rushing to the pile of ruined tunics and robes, she cast about till
she found her sandals as one of the house tunics that would be short to be sure
and would reveal much of her charms and beauty, but that could not be helped.
It was the first layer of clothing that she wore against her skin.
Pulling the cut tunic
about her before bending down to place the sandals on her feet. There wasn’t
much time as the thundering hooves of the tharlarion cavalry sounded as if they
were just outside the gates. Looking at her wrists and seeing the telltale red
marks that had been left by wearing slave bracelets or being bound. She was
sure that her neck had similar marks from her wearing the collar. There was no
way to hide them. Or was there. Rushing to the bodies of one of the raiders she
quickly searched the pouches on his belt till she found what she was looking
for. Grinning at her ingenuity as she picked up a thick leather leash collar
with its leash attached to it. Wasting no time, she fastened the leash collar
on her neck allowing the chain leash to dangle between her exposed breasts and
belly. As she rushed back to Dantor’s side she locked the slave bracelets on
her wrists once more this time before her body. Kneeling with her knees close
together beside him she used some ruined tunics and veils to pack the wound
around the bolt to slow the bleeding.
As the mounted soldiers charged
into the courtyard of the Villa. The Officer in charge rode directly to where
she was with Dantor.
“They went towards the
river. They can’t move very fast as they have nearly 20 slaves on a neck rope.”
Ragenta leaped to her feet holding her tunic closed with one braceleted hand
and pointing in the direction that the raider had taken the slaves. The Officer
looked down up her, frowning then to his men.
“Spread out and search
for any stragglers. The slave says they headed for the river. Harta, we might
catch them loading” Then looking down upon Ragenta with a disapproving glare.
“I expected the slaves of the Noble Dantor to know that they should kneel in
the presence of a free man.’
“I am not a slave!” she
challenged defiantly. Then seeing the officer’s hand moving to a slave whip on
his saddle, she swiftly decided it was best to kneel, but kept her knees pressed
closely together while holding her tunic closed. “As I” she started to speak
again but the officer stepped from his saddle with the slave whip in his hand.
She had seen women under the whip when pressed confess themselves as slaves to
get the beating to stop. Ragenta held no illusions that she would be any
different under the lash. “May I speak,” pausing seeing the hand lift the whip,
then added, “Master.”
“Speak, kajira” He
answered eyes scanning the courtyard returning to the healer that had been with
him that was tending to Dantor, then back at Ragenta.
“As I started to
explain,” she paused then added, “Noble Master. Despite my appearance I am not
a slave. I am, however, the Lady Ragenta, owner of the House of Chains. I was
visiting and staying here at,” she was cut off by the officers roaring laugh.
“You the Lady Ragenta” He
laughed again as he approached her. Then with the handle of the whip reached
down and brought it up under the chain of the slave bracelets lifting her
chained wrists over her head and allowing the cut tunic to fall open exposing
her to his gaze. “You are too nicely curves to be that cold and calculating
She-Tarsk. Now what is your name pretty kajira.”
“I am the Lady Ragenta. I
was standing at the Villa for a visit when the brigands attacked. I had
attempted to fight the outlaws when they entered the main house but was
overpowered. I was face stripped and this leash collar placed on me. I was
braceleted and being stripped to be added to the neck rope.”
“Let’s suppose that you
are telling the truth, and that you are indeed the Lady Ragenta. Why were you
not put on the rope and led off with the others?” he smirked not believing her
story.
“The slave that was
assigned to me for my stay, saw what was happening and attempted to distract my
captors. While they were focused on her and turned their attention to capturing
her as well, another slave slipped up and tried to take my leash when the men
were distracted. Only she was caught as well but I was able to pull away and
run. I ran and hid in a secret tunnel in that underground storeroom.” Inclining
her head in the direction of storeroom.
“For the moment we will
proceed on the assumption that you are a lying slave hoping to be freed and
released instead of sent to City Pens or” He laughed before continuing, “to the
House of Chains to be housed until your Master is well enough to claim you. Let us see this storeroom, girl” taking her
leash and leading her towards the broken door.
Nodding her head in
understanding, Ragenta gave the expected response as to not anger the officer
and make her situation worse, “Yes Master.” She had not totally lied about how
the events played out. And she had not been found still wearing the collar of
that declared her property of Dantor. Had that happened she would never have
been believed. The officer looked back at her over his shoulder and smiled a
predatory smile at her.
“But first lets take care of those slave bracelets.”
He said stopping and turned to face her. He unlocked the cuff on her left
wrists and instead of removing the other pulled her wrists behind her and
secured them once more. This caused the house tunic which was slit down the
front to fall open once more revealing her completely to him. He didn’t believe
her for an instant. The bold sleen ever lifted the ruined garment away from her
body so that he could examine her body more closely. “It seems that a slave has
not felt the iron yet. You may be telling the truth or just new to your collar
and not yet branded,. Fear not that can been quickly taken care of in the City
Pens or the House of Chains.”
Ragenta was both helpless
and furious. She was helpless to anything other that follow and obey. The leash
and slave bracelets saw to that nicely. And furious not at the Officer, after
all given how he had found her. Why should he think she was anything but a
slave until he learned otherwise. Though the lack of a slave brand should have
caused him some doubts in her favor. The existence of the hidden tunnel would cause
some more in her favor. But she knew her best and only real hope was in Dantor
regaining consciousness and identifying her. Otherwise, she would be stripped
of the tunic and loaded in the slave wagon that she had been in which just
arrived with more guardsmen. One of the Villa collars, perhaps even the one she
had just removed, would be found and locked on her prior to being transported
back to Victoria. And as the officer said once she was in either slave pen, her
marking would be seen to. By the time that Dantor recovered she would his
marked and collared villa slave just as her mother and sister had been up till
now.
This is why she was furious.
Not at the officer, but herself. Dantor had warned her she was playing with
fire, had asked her to reconsider what she was doing more than once. The last
time just before the assessment that had not turned out as she had planned. But
even if she had changed her mind that time, regardless of if Dantor had made
good to make her spend a full passing of hands as one of his slaves or allowed
her upon return to relax in the company of her rediscovered family. When the
raiders attacked, she likely would have been taken like they had and led out of
the villa on their neck rope. As she followed behind the officer on the leash
her mind raced. No matter what she had done short of not coming to the Villa
could have stopped all this from happening. Someone had wanted me out of the
way bad enough that they had enlisted river pirates most likely as well as the
services of the traitor Norac. As it was when Leta and her emerged from the
tunnel, the storeroom was a wreck with broken cask and overturned crates and boxes
all over.
“It is behind that large
crate, Master.” Moving as close to it as she could get on the leash. It galled her
to have to address him as Master when she spoke to him. She was a free woman of
wealth and station. She could ruin him and have him caste out of Victoria in
dishonor as she knew those in power. But then she would have to answer
questions as to how he had offended her. And saying he treated her like a slave
when she was found almost naked, chained and leash would not reflect well on her
even during a raid. He moved around her towards the place she indicated. As he
did she was bent forward at the waist over another crate, the back of her tunic
lifted and tossed up over her back exposing her flanks as he nudged her thighs
wider opening her more. While it was a sound tactical and defensive move to place
her in such position. It was also a position for her to be taken as a slave as
well.
“Well, well, you were
telling the truth about the hidden tunnel, slave” he said. “Why did you not try
and escape through the tunnel, kajira?”
“Because, Master, bound
and exposed as I was, as well as not knowing where the tunnel would end. I
dared now risk escaping the rope of a brigand only to find myself in the chains
of another.” She answered. Ragenta braced herself for what she was sure was about
to happen to her.
“Caperus! Caperus! Are
you in there?” A male voice from outside
“Yes, what it is?”
Caperus responded back to the voice calling from behind her. It was clear that Caperus
as she now knew his name had not been pleased to have his sport with her interrupted.
“The Physician Dantor has
woken and is asking to talk to you.” The voice replied.
“Tell the Noble Dantor
that I will pay my respects to him in a moment.” He growled.
“He demands to know if we
found a woman. He said that she could easily be mistaken for a slave. She was
nearly taken by the raiders and had been tending his wounds when he passed out.
Noble Caperus, he claims that the woman is the Lady Ragenta of the House of
Chains.”
Ragenta bit her lower lip
not to burst out in laughter as she felt the tunic pulled back down over buttocks
to cover her shapely flanks. As the Officer known as Caperus swore and cursed
while removing the slave bracelets from her wrists freeing her and letting her
up. The leash collar was quickly removed, and his cloak was wrapped about her.
“Lady Ragenta, please
forgive my treatment of you.” He said knowing that this could explode in his
face.
“Noble Caperus, as a
slaver I can understand your assumption and actions towards one who was as you
found me. I may even forgive that. But a free woman of high standing, I can not
do to you what I wish to do. I cannot have you stripped your rank and banished
you from Victoria. I cannot do this for it would mean calling attention to how
you found me. Something that I do not wish to have known. So, we will speak of
this never again. But if I hear comments about me or my body or anything of
that nature. I will summon the Black Caste to hunt you down and kill you.” She
informed him of in a cold and menacing tone. She was after all a red head, and
they are known for their tempers and as well as something that she was pleased
that had not been seen.
As few ehn later she was
kneeling beside the seriously wounded Dantor wrapped in the warrior’s cloak.
She looked at him with concerned and caring eyes as she took his hand in hers.
“Dantor,” she smiled despite
herself as she almost slipped and addressed him as Master after the recent
events. “Please forgive me for not being able to save Leta and Sena.”
“There was nothing that
you could have done, Ragenta.” He smiled at her weakly. He knew that her wounds
were far greater that she was told. The bolt had sunk deeply within his chest,
its barbed head severing nerves and he feared an artery. “I mean not to sound cold
as I love them both so. But they are already slaves so they will only have a
new owner. I pray to the Priest Kings that it be one who will treat them well
and fair.”
“I swear by the Priest
Kings to you that I will search and find them and bring them back here to you,
my friend.” Smiling as tear rolled down her cheeks, squeezing his hand tight.
“I know that you will do
all you can, dear. If you find them, promise that you will free and take care
of them. All that I have is to be theirs. And these are for you,” pressing the sealed
papers into her hand which quickly vanished into the folds of the cloak before
being seen. “Hide and keep those safe. Do not trust anyone with those or
yourself. Promise me all of this”
“I promise, my friend.” She
said as the tears rolled. It was the first and only time she had cried since
her father had died. Now it felt like she was losing another. “I will not stop
trying to find them,” when low enough so that only he could hear whispered, “Master”
Dantor smiled and closed his eyes and was gone.
“Lady Ragenta, we will
have a wagon to take you and Dantor back to Victoria within the ahn. It will
have suitable clothing for you as well. All that was in the main house was rendered
unwearable.” Caperus came informing her.
“That will be fine, Caperus.”
She took a deep breath regaining control of herself. “I will be waiting in the main
house till it arrives. Noble Dantor has passed to the City of Dust.” Rising to
her feet and holding the cloak tightly about her, turning and returning to what
was left of the main house. She was going to send agents to every slave market
on the Vosk to buy every red headed slave they could find. The one advantage
she had was that it was not only unethical but illegal to alter the appearance of
a slave, such as changing the color of a slave’s pelt. Finding two slaves amongst
countless numbers all over known Gor was going to be a daunting quest. But one
day she would find them some how some way.
Author's Note: This went a lot longer than I thought. I hope that you enjoy it. As well as the image of the girls that I finally got to turn out.
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