Lady Ragenta: No Good Deed Act 5 the finale Bitter Reunion

 Lady Ragenta

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No Good Deed

Act 5 the finale

"Bitter Reunion"

        Ragenta made her way through the streets of Victoria as Genta the slave of the House of Chains. As before no one paid her any attention as they saw her as just another pretty slave out on a errant for her owner. She did not like having to do this, but circumstances has left her with no choice. After returning to the House of Chains from the Victoria auction house with Atilas, they had spent the evening together talking. He had once again told her that he did not want to hear of her playing slave girl in public again. It was too dangerous for her to dance so close to the line she was sure to fall over.

          Ragenta had assured him over and over that she was only doing it to accomplish things she couldn’t do as Ragenta. That she had no burning need or desire to become a kajira. She wasn’t sure how convincing she had been as at the time she was attempting to reassure him of this, she was straddling his lap wearing pleasure silks. Definitely not proper attire for a proper free woman to wear. But there had been no collar on her neck at the time, and she was in private with the man she has rekindled a old flame with. She had heard the barbarians use a term that went the ‘genie was out of the bottle’ she thought it went. The slave had to explain what a genie was and why it was in a bottle. But it was an amusing tale that had entertained her at the time.

          It was uncertain, how the relationship between her and Atilas would develop. But she was sure that they were be more that casual business partners from now on. So, she had promised him that she would not disguise herself as a slave again.  Only then Atilas had to leave for Ar to finalize the deal for the new Slave House. Spectus, who was usually more of a hindrance that help, was still out of town. So, the daily running of the house had fallen to her. Nothing unusual in that other than the inquiries to purchasing the slave called Ginger from the Fowled Anchor had went very well. Sirus had made out very nicely and not gotten too greedy knowing the interest in the slave.

          Arrangements were made for the slave to be delivered to Dantor’s laboratory. The handler would lock her in a kennel and leave. Sena would stay there secured in the cage until Ragenta arrived and released her. The plan was simple enough but did not go as it should have. Ragenta had not been able to leave the house to let her out. The caretaker that Ragenta had hired did however check on the building and the slave once a day. Not being told otherwise, the woman let the slave out of the cage, fed and water her, let her clean herself and her cage, as well as the house before she was put back into the cage for the night.

It was highly unlikely that Sena had even known where she was until she was let out of her cage. She had been wearing a slave hood when she was delivered to the laboratory. It would not have been removed until she was knelt at the door of the kennel, removed, and told to enter the grill locked behind her. There always was the chance Sena might have seen something from the grill door of her kennel that she recognized. She had been in this dwelling many times Ragenta was sure over the years. Dantor had been the only master that had owned her until the raid.

But if Sena knew where she was at or not was moot, Ragenta had found and bought her sister. Soon as she reached the laboratory, she would release Sena from her cage. She would remove the collar from her sister’s neck and set her free. The papers had been drawn up and she had signed them. They were in the documents to be filed with the city Administrator’s office. There were papers showing the slave in question had been sold to local river captain, who had then sold her to a merchant, who sold her to the Lady Andraus. Lady Andraus had then freed the slave on paper. Papers had also been drawn up for Lady Invidia as well as a purse heavy enough that her sister need not worry about anything for some time.

At the moment, if it were not for concern on how Atilas would take the news of her slipping out as a slave after he had forbid her to do so again. The day would be perfect. Soon her sister would be free, they would get to know one another. Ragenta still wasn’t sure it would be safe for Sena, or soon to be Invidia to remain close to her after the villa attack. But she would let her decided if she wanted to stay or move on. They might search for their mother together. Or Ragenta could finance Invidia’s search for that matter About the only thing that Ragenta didn’t think she had covered was if Sena wanted to remain a slave. But somehow after their encounter in the Fowled Anchor, she was pretty sure that would not be a consideration.

It was taking longer that she had planned on. When Ragenta arrived at the knot string was pulled in so the woman she had hired to be check on the laboratory and living area was still in the building. They had met only once and then Ragenta had been wearing her hood and veils, so the woman had never seen her face and hair. But she might find something familiar about her voice. Not to mention how closely she resembled the slave in the kennel. Ragenta didn’t think that the woman would put her the kennels as well. But it’s better not to take unnecessary risks at this point. And giving the hired woman reason to question why two slaves looked so much alike was unnecessary.

Ragenta, or the slave Genta had taken up a place at the entrance to one of the side allies where she could watch the main entrance to the building. She hoped that this would not take too long. Because while this part of the city was safe enough, it was not wise for a slave girl to dally too long in one place. She had heard stories over the years of girls that were pulled into side alley’s and forced to yield and serve groups of adolescent males looking for fun. If that happened, she would have to obey and do as they said. The girls once they were done were usually sent home with their garments tied about their necks and hands bound behind them. Ragenta had no desire to return to the House of Chains like that and give anyone any reason to do more than check her collar number off the list.

There was a slight chance that she could be captured to be sold. But the theft of slaves was seriously frowned upon and carried heavy penalties. But it was also a river port so females free and slave were known to vanish only to be sold in a market in another port. No, her biggest risk was being detained and question why she was lingering in this area. Again, this would mean her being returned by Guardsmen to the House of Chains on their leash and turned over to sentry and scribe at the door. Because there had been an issue, she would not allowed to simply go to her assigned housing or work area. No, she would remain on a leash and taken to one of the slave Masters to look into the matter and punish her if needed. Which there would be punishment if a house slave was brought back by the Victorian Guard. Soon, as she was stripped at the whipping post, the lack of brand would be noted and someone would remember that there had been a slave without a brand at the sale house recently, And she was a red head too wasn’t she. Before Atilas could return to enforce his promise not to release her again. She would marked and likely moved to the common slave pens. It was very likely that she would be back at the auction house before anyone knew what happened to Lady Ragenta.

Then the she saw the woman leaving the building and sitting the signature knot on the door. Ragenta waited for a few ehn before moving. She wanted to back sure that the woman didn’t come right back for something she had forgotten. Thinking that it was safe, Ragenta left the alley and moved to the door, her finger deftly work the knots. The door open she moves in and quickly closes and bars the door to prevent anyone from entering.

Standing the side of the kennel out of sight and opening the lock, Ragenta tries to deepen her voice and calls out, “Out of the kennel slave!” trying hard not to giggle.

Sena crawled from her kennel quickly as a conditioned response knowing only that the door had opened and someone had ordered her out. Once she was out of the small kennel, out of reflex she knelt back on her heels, as she heard a female voice she kept her thighs closes but her hand resting atop them, her hair was pulled back, and she wore a red house tunic with her slave collar. Ragenta stepped around her and smiled with her hands on her hips.

“You do clean up pretty good, little sister.” She smiled at the kneeling girl.

“What? You!” Sena twisting and looking at the speaker. Seeing her sister standing their smiling wearing a white house slave tunic and a collar.

“Just me, Sena,” Ragenta smiled and holding her hand out to help her sister off her knees. “I said that I would make arrangements for you to be bought from that place.”

“When you said that you would ask your Master to buy me. I didn’t believe you.” Sena still wrapping her mind around her and the sister she has despised for so long being owned by the same Master. She would definitely have to learn to get along with her as while Master seldom bother with the squabbles of slaves, they would not tolerate drama or foolishness as they saw it disrupting their house. If the slave whip didn’t take care of it, then slaves are bought and sold all the time. She has just changed owners. And her sister had been the slave of their Master long enough to influence him to buy another slave that was her sister. “So, we both belong to Atilas the Slaver?”

   

“Well, not exactly,” Ragenta fidgeted a little. “For the moment, you belong to me.”

“What?” taken back by that, looking at her older sister. “How can that be? You are a slave too, you wear a collar and slave tunic. You are owned. You fell slave at the villa when mother and I were taken.”

“But I didn’t fall slave that day. I almost did. But I didn’t” Ragenta said softly.

“You wear a collar, you are a slave!” Sena insisted.

“I am not a slave. I wear this collar that I put on to move about sometime. It is the collar of the House of Chains that I part own. I arranged for you to be purchased and brought here. Dantor left his possessions to me and dying breath was for me to find you and mother and free you.”

“But I saw you wearing only a collar in the Fowled Anchor. You had just pleasures your Master?” Sena looked at her in disbelief. She had to be a slave. Surely she could not still be playing her games after they had resulted in the theft of her and mother and Master Dantor’s death. She hadn’t known for sure that he was dead till just now. But from where she knelt in the slave coffle, she had watched him fall with a wound that could have only been mortal.

“I had to find you and the only way for me to see if you or mother were there was to enter the tavern as if I were a slave.” She sighed. “I begged Atilas for help, to take me there. His did not approve and kept me under complete slave discipline the entire time. He held nothing back and I was treated as if I were his slave in all ways.” Blushing and lowering her eyes. “Even to serving his pleasure in the furs.”

The little slut! Sena thought, she had been forced to submit and yield to the lust and pleasures of any man who paid for a cup of paga. While her sister had been playing slave girl and squirming in the furs of her business partner. She had heard Master and mother talking about the dangerous game that Ragenta had been playing. The whole reason for her trip to the villa was in the hopes that she would get a taste of the collar she courted. Master was dead, mother and her had been sold in separate sales so who knew where she was. And the little Tatrix was still playing slave girl.

“I have seen Master Atilas, and that must have been so hard for you to serve his pleasures.” Sena said dryly. “So now what happens? How does one in a collar arrange to buy another slave or does as I suspect this collar comes off when you wish it?”

“The collar of house slave 74586 known as Genta is assigned to Lady Ragenta as a personal slave. I wear the collar to move about unnoticed when Lady Ragenta cannot leave the house for whatever reason. Usually because someone has to be in the house and the other partners are away. Like this morning.”

“So, you have the key on you and can remove the collar yourself any time you wish?” Sena had worn a collar locked on her since she started puberty. The only time in her life after that one was not worn was when she was pretending to be this little slut. Even then she wore an anklet that identified her as slave.

“Not on me,” Genta laughed. “That would be foolish and risky. It might be lost. But I kept one here, one at another location,” No need to tell her about her alias Lady Andraus just yet, “and back in my chambers at the House of Chains.” As she spoke Genta moved to a false panel in a cabinet and removed a key moving back to stand in front of her sister.

“So, you can remove your collar if you wish right now?” Sena asked curiously.

“No,” Genta thought as she reach to move Sena’s hair out of the way to insert the key. “I had to give the one I had here to Atilas prior to going to the tavern that day. I can’t remove the collar right now till I am able to return to my chambers in the house and alone.” The key turned, the lock opened on Sena’s collar.

“So,” Sena choosing her words carefully as a plan formed in her mind. “Then till you return to the house and retrieve the key. You are unable to remove it.” She felt the slave collar being removed from her neck. The first time her neck had not worn a slave collar in many years. “It is like you are a slave yourself while wearing it.”

“I pretty much am as far as anyone who sees me like this is concerned.” Ragenta laughed as she turn to lay the discarded slave collar on a shelf. “I have to admit. That between learning about you and mother being slaves. And how I am seen and treated while I am wearing this collar. I have a different outlook on slaves that I used to have. I have some papers drawn up for you with a new name. Just in case someone was trying to get me that day.”

“I happen to like the name Sena, but I suppose that it is a slaves name isn’t it, Genta” Smiling as she addressed her older sister by her slave name. “In a way you are lucky”

“How is that?” Ragenta turned an walked back to her sister.

“I have never been a free woman before, where you already have insight into being a slave” Sena smiled wickedly.

“What?” Ragenta puzzled.

“You are not too bright, you will have to get smarter.” Sena laughed. “Did you not just free me and those papers on the table state that I am a free woman now?”

“Well, yes those are your papers and there is a wallet with ten gold tarns. With that much you can pretty much go and do as you please for a while as long as you don’t get to extravagant with your spending. I know having your own coins will be strange at first, but I am sure you will get used to it. And I am sure that I can help you get more if and when you need it.” Ragenta softly laughed.

“You are very casual in how you speak to me, Genta” Sena said coldly.

“Excuse me?”

“You just acknowledged that I am free did you not?” she asked snuggly.

“Yes, you are free and no longer a slave, Sena.” Ragenta answered, not sure what was happening.

“Sena?” her sister quirked an eyebrow. “I will get back to that. What is that you have on your neck?”

“A slave collar,” Ragenta responded as a cold chill ran down her spine.

“Can you remove it?” Sena smiled.

“No, I don’t have the key with me.” Not liking where this was going.

“What does the collar say on it’s inscription?” Sena could read it herself but wanted to hear the words said aloud. She might have been born a slave, but she had been given a better education that many free children.

“Slave 74586, Property of the House of Chains, Victoria” Ragenta said barely above a whisper.

“Then if you are not able to remove it and it proclaims the wearer as a slave and Property of the House of Chains. Then that makes you a slave now doesn’t it, girl” Sena’s words are hard and cold. Ragenta start to speak but the back of Sena’s hand sent her to the floor. “Kneel and address me property, slave.”

Ragenta paused for a moment taken back at this. The tone of Sena's voice was deadly serious. Was her sister really commanding her as if she were a slave? She was her older sister and the Slaver Lady Ragenta one of the owners of the House of Chains. But there was no mirth in her sister’s gaze.

“That is not amusing, Sena. Who do you think you are to talk to me like that and give me commands like I am a simple slave girl.” Ragenta’s temper flared.

“I am now a free woman of Victoria. And I am talking to a collared slave girl, a pretty one that is not too bright, but a collared slave, nonetheless. Now unless you can remove that collar, you have half a heartbeat to get on your knees and beg my forgiveness. Or I shall take that slave goad off the wall and correct a stupid slave.” The tone was low and even with almost a hint of a dare as Sena answered.

Ragenta eyed the hanging slave goad. She had never felt the receiving end of one of the devices but was very familiar with it’s effects.  Thoughts and plans raced through her mind. Sena was right she was locked in a slave collar that she could not remove. It proclaimed her as a slave of the House of Chains. She wanted to fight but locked in the collar on her neck made those evaporate into the air around her. She felt that she had a better that average chance of winning. But winning would require either restraining Sena to one of the slave rings mounted in the wall or getting her back inside the kennel and locking the grill door. It would also require that the same things didn’t happen to her. That or Sena did not get to the slave goad or whip that were hanging ready from wall pegs. Worse case was that some heard them fighting and thinking that vandals were inside called for guardsmen. That would not go well, as she wore a collar and while Sena didn’t she was branded and still in a slave tunic. Both of them would be seen as slaves, and either locked in separate slave kennels or leashed and braceleted before being returned to the House of Chains. Sena’s freedom would be very short lived and Ragenta’s would be over.

It could be that Sena just wanted to make her miserable and treat her as a slave for a short time. It would not be pleasant, but resisting could ensure that she stayed in this collar or one like it. Slowly she lowered to her knees in the position of a tower slave. Sena was now a free woman after all.

“Good, girl. Leasha!” Sena commanded. Instantly Ragenta turned her head to the side and placed her wrists crossed in the small of her back. Sena left her long enough to fetch a set of slave bracelets which secured her wrists behind her. Then she snapped a leash on her collar that she tethered her to one of the slave rings. Then Sena turned to walk away laughing. “Don’t go anywhere little slave”

Ragenta watched as her sister strolled from the room leaving her secured to the wall. This was not good. It then occurred to her that she never really had met her sister until that day she ran into the slave called Ginger at the Fowled Anchor she had known about her for several hands and seen her being taken at the Villa. But not talked to her till the tavern. Mother had warned her before the Villa attack that Sena had some animosity towards her. But what she was feeling and just seen was hatred. Ragenta pulled at the slave bracelets locking her wrists behind her back. She knew it was fruitless, as they were designed to hold someone like her in prefect security. Obeying and allowing herself to be so restrained was the quickest way to avoid a physical confrontation. But it also left her at the mercy of her estranged sister. Only made worse by the damned collar that she had locked on her own neck. She had been so focused on freeing her sister and the reunion she had imagined. That she had not considered that Sena felt the same. It still might not have gone well, but it would have been much better for her if she had been wearing Slavers robed and not a slave tunic.

When Sena returned, she no longer wore the red slave tunic that she had been wearing. No now she was wearing a short light yellow house tunic that belonged to Ragenta. Ragenta felt sick in the pit of her stomach. The one thing she had forgotten to arrange for Sena was proper clothing for a freed woman. Now Sena had located and start to put on the clothing that Ragenta had left here to change into.

“Well little slave are you comfortable?” Sena laughed.

“Sena.” Ragenta started to feel the back of her sister’s hand her mouth. Correcting herself, “Mistress, why are you doing this?”

“Haven’t you heard that curiosity is not becoming of a kajira?” She laughed. Then seeing the frustration and puzzlement in the kneeling girl’s eyes. “You really don’t know. This is priceless. I loathe you Ragenta, I loathe and despise your very being.”

“But why?” Ragenta pleaded.

“Because our father and you, left mother and me to serve as slaves. While you were wearing expensive clothing and fine foods living the best life. I was wearing a collar and slave rags, eating gruel, and working from morning till I was chained for the night. Then Master went to all the trouble to try and show you how much better off you were while I was still a slave! Mother and I was taken, Master killed because of you!” Tears had formed in her eyes as she vented her rage. “I was so happy when I saw you in the tavern thinking you finally were a slave. But then to find out after all the pain you caused you were still playing your little game!”

“Se…” Ragenta started to say then caught herself, “Mistress, I swear that I didn’t know till the villa. I was told that mother had died long ago. And when Dantor was taking me back to the Villa and mother was in the wagon with her. She told me the whole story that her and Dantor kept you secret from me and from father as well. I swear!”

“Lying slave!” She spat. Then reaching for the disrobing loop, freed Ragenta’s slave tunic allowing it to fall about her hips. “Now it is time that you learn what happens to lying slaves, sister.” The leash was removed from the ring on the wall, and she was pulled to her feet forced to follow behind nearly tripping on the tunic as it fell about her feet. Ragenta struggled to get her balance and get her footing. One the bright side dressed only in the house slip, Sena couldn’t remove her from the house at this moment as a naked leashed slave. But she knew the house and in a moment, she saw the high mounted wall rings that were so placed for the purpose of securing slaves standing up. There were two reasons for that, examination, and she was sure that her sister didn’t wish to exam her body. And the other, punishment and that her sister would do to her.

Once again Ragenta had to remind herself that resisting or fighting Sena would not be good for either of them. All she could do was hope for the best even though it looked very bleak for her at the time. Sena removed the slave bracelet from one wrist lifting the still cuffed wrist up, passed the open cuff through the iron ring to be locked once more on Ragenta’s other wrists.

 “Mistress,” Ragenta, addressed Sena with reluctance but knowing that addressing her by name would on infuriate her more. “You do not need to do this. I swear that I did not know of you and neither did our father…” The plea was cut short by the bite of the five soft leather blades of the slave whip nipping at the back of her thighs causing her to cry out.

“What was that, slave?” Sena coaxed.

“Mistress,” Ragenta gasped having felt the slave whip for the first time in many years. “Please, Mistress, you do not need to do this. I am sorry for the wrongs you feel have been done to you.” Ragenta cried out again as the whip fell on her again.

“You will not be sorry enough, slave.” Hissed Sena as she brought the whip down on Ragenta’s vulnerable back. She had felt the whip many times and knew just where to place the blows so not to leave marks but be the most effective. Mother and her might have been the favored slaves to Master, but that did not mean they were spared the whip when needed. They were slaves. And so would their sister if she had her way. Soon Ragenta hung lump from the slave ring by her wrists sobbing. She wasn’t broke but the trauma of being whip had taken some of her resolve from her.

Sena returned to whip to its peg on the wall, then took a small piece of cloth from a storage cabinet and small vile that she wet the cloth with. Moving back to the dangling girl, Sena clamped her hand with the cloth over her sister’s mouth and nose. Within ihns, Ragenta succumb to the fumes of the capture scent and slipped into unconsciousness. Sena let her hang while she returned the cloth to the cabinet with the vile. Moving back, she unlocked one wrist and lowers the sleeping slave to the floor, Much as she would have just let her drop. She didn’t want to cause her to suffer any injuries that would mark her.

Knowing the girl was not going anywhere, she went back into the other room to return with the red slave tunic that she had worn before. Lifting the limp form of her sister, she dressed Ragenta in the red slave tunic, the secured her wrists once more in the small of her back with the slave bracelets. Satisfied that girl was going nowhere, Sena strolled back to the chest with her sister’s robes and veils. She had to wear the robes of a free woman while posing as her sister at the villa so she was somewhat used to putting on the cumbersome garments. Once she was fully dressed, which still felt very strange to her.

Sena searched for anything that might be of value to her. Any jewelry or coins stashed away. The little fool had left a heavy purse but that would only last so long. And where she would go and what would she do was still a mystery to her. Next question was what to do with her sister. The thought of taking her to the Fowled Anchor and selling her was so very tempting. But she was known intimately there, and they had seen the slave Genta there recently as well. Her thigh lacked a proper brand as well. That and not having the key to the collar would raise questions of Lady Ragenta tried to sell a slave with no brand and didn’t have the key to the collar on the slave. If she had the key to remove the House of Chains collar the wench would be wearing the Fowled Anchor collar that Sena had worn here. She would make a lovely Ginger, Sena laughed amused. But then perhaps there was a better option. Let her become a victim of her own flesh shop.

Moving to the cabinet, Sena took out a different vile, going back to the chained slave laying on the floor she ran the vile under her nose till she started to stir. A wicked laugh escaped her as she watched the slave stirring and in doing so covering herself and pulling on the slave bracelets that held her. Corking the vile, Sena placed it within the folds of her robes.

“Nadu, kajira!” She commanded, then laughed as she watched Ragenta struggling to rise to her knee and assume the commanded slave position. Sena walk stepped closer and tapped the kneeling girl’s inner thighs telling her to widen them. “You had best get used to kneeling like that.”

“What?” Ragenta still a little dazed as she looked up seeing herself as the female slaver.

“Yes, thank you for the clothing, dear sister. I was needing something to wear and since you will not be needing them for the foreseeable future.” Sena smiled wickedly at her kneeling sister as she snapped a leash to her collar.

“Please, Sena...Mistress,” Ragenta begged finally shaking off the grogginess. “You don’t need to do this. I have sought to find and free you not only because of the promise I make Dantor but because you are my sister!”

“And so, you have. I am free, you on the other hand, your freedom is in serious jeopardy I’m afraid.” Smiling as she tugged the leash, so it pulled the collar against the back of her neck. “I think I make a lovely and very convincing Lady Ragenta. Don’t you? I know that there are a few that would know that I am not you. But most couldn’t tell the difference.”

“Sena, remove the slave bracelets and leash. I will not retaliate in anyway.” Now a mixture of fear of what might happen and anger at what already had happened was taking over as she spoke in a clear, even tone.

“Have you forgotten the feel of the slave whip around, little slave?” Sena tugged the leash again as a reminder. “And since I am Lady Ragenta, that mean you are the slave and had better remember that. Maybe I should just sell you and be done with this.”

“You can’t sell me because you don’t have any papers on me. And anyone that would give you a decent price will ask questions.” Ragenta knew it was a bluff, but having been a slave of one owner her whole life, she was praying that Sena didn’t know that.”

“No, that is true, but I do have the papers for the slave called Ginger that was sold to someone from the Fowled Anchor. Now those could fit you.” Sena smiled. Ragenta’s heart sank, she was right. At first glance they looked so much alike that no one might not catch that they weren’t hers until after the fact. Then another thought occurred to her but before she could speak, Sena did for her. “No, that won’t work as I will likely need those later on. Especially should the matter of my brand come into question.”

“See, now please let me go.”

“Let you go?” she laughed, “I have no intention of letting you go, sister. In fact, you are to only answer to the slave name,” forcing Ragenta’s head back to read the collar, “Genta. You are named Genta. Now what is your name?”

“Genta, Mistress.” Ragenta said bitterly.

“Good girl.” Smiled Sena, “And what is Genta?”

“Genta is a slave, Mistress.” She answered in defeat. She wanted to fight, She wanted to resists. But she was kneeling as a slave, locked in slave bracelets, wearing the garment of a slave, and most damning of all locked in the collar of a slave house which proclaimed her as a slave of that house. And most of all, she was under the control of a Mistress that would very much enjoy seeing her stay that way. “May I know what you intend to do with me,” pausing, “Mistress.”

“Me? Well, I as the Lady, what was the new name you arranged?” pulling out the papers Invidia am going to do nothing. But I do believe that Lady Ragenta is going to lead one of her slaves that requires punishment and retraining back to the house and turn her over to the slave master.”

Ragenta’s heart sank and she felt like she was going to be sick. Sena was dressed as her, and if she handed the leash over to any of the staff with those instructions. Then they would be followed as if she had given them herself. Whomever her leash was given to would take her to the slave master’s office, she was not sure who had the duty today as they had several slave masters. But soon as she was stripped for whipping, it would be discovered that she was not marked. And before the 18^th Ahn she would be branded then sent to the pens. There she would be trained as a slave and then eventually sold like the rest.

“Come along, slave,” Tugging on leash forcing Genta to rock forward and rise to follow. It was not as awkward for her this time. Not exactly a good think Genta thought, she has been spending too much time back braceleted and leashed as of late. She heard a joyful laugh from Sena who said, “Oh and until told otherwise, Genta, you are gagged by Mistress will.”

Genta groaned as that was one more touch to seal her doom. Not that anyone would listen to her thinking she was a slave. But all the pieces had fallen into place for Sena to get her revenge. As she followed behind she thought and thought of anything that might help her but ordered mute and leashed, she could not even get lost on the way to the slave master’s office finding her way to her chambers and the keys.

So, she followed her sister through the streets of Victoria like a verr to slaughter. Twice she had been slapped or groped by some passing. But she was a slave to them and they could do that. She didn’t know the level of hatred Sena had for her. Mother has said she was bitter, but this was far beyond bitter. She only could hope that now she seemed doomed to slavery that Sena would find mother and free her since she has failed. Looking up and seeing the banners of their house. She had not realized how short a distance it was or perhaps it was that she was too lost in her world crashing around her. Maybe if the Priest Kings smiled on her, she might be noticed and selected to serve Atilas again. If not then she would hold that memory of her time with him.

 “Tal Lady Ragenta,” said the man at the door. “How may I assist you?”

“While I was out tending to business. I came across one of our slaves. I found her displeasing.” Sena handed him Genta’s leash. “She has been gagged by my will as I did not wish to hear a sound from her. I wish her to be turned over to the slave master and given 20 lashes.”

“May I asked what this slave did, Lady Ragenta? I have seen her about the house, and she has always seemed to be a good slave.” That caused Genta to lift her eyes. She remember this staff member. More than once, he had stroked her flank as she passed. Now she stood in mute silence as they spoke of her as if she wasn’t there.

“I found her to be displeasing and insolent. Not only is she to receive 20 lashes from the slave master. But I want her thrown in with the next class of new slaves and trained again. Maybe then she will learn something.” It took every bit of restraint that Genta had not to say something.

“Yes, Lady. I will see that it is done.” He nodded then pulled on the leash, looking to Genta and said, “Come along, girl. Let’s get you below.”  Leading her into the house as the fake Lady Ragenta strode away from the house entrance. Genta at the end of her leash was pulled towards her fate.

Epilogue

One of the keepers lead a shapely flame haired slave through the corridors of the House of Chains. The slave had her eyes down casts as she followed the keeper on her leash. Her wrists pulled at the slave bracelets that confined her wrists in the small of her back even though she knew that it was futile to do so. They were designed to hold women like her and did their job very well. A tear formed in her eye as her life was over as she knew it. It would be slave steel and serving those that would own her from now on. As she saw no escape from this.

From one of the side rooms after they had passed stepped a stocky well-built man with long blonde hair and mustache. His name was Spectus, one third owner of the House of Chains slave house. He watched the flanks of the red haired slave as she was escorted on her leash. He enjoyed the view, he would have liked it more had he known who the slave was.

“Rolas,” Spectus called to the keeper leading the fire crotch.

“Yes, Noble Spectus?” The keeper stopping and turning, placing his hand on the slaves breast to halt her.

“A word for an ehn, Rolas,” Motioning the keeper to him.

“Yes. Spectus,” first to his employer, then to the slave, “Go to the end of the hall and wait. I will be but an ehn. I am sure your sweet ass will be grateful for a few more moment before the slave master’s whip.”

The girl proceeded as she was told and knelt to the side of the passage to the lower level as she was told with her head lower, not daring to lift her eyes or show her face. The keeper had turned and moved back to Spectus.

“Yes, Spectus?”

“I will be having guest tonight for dinner. I want you to pick some prime slave meat for servers and for our pleasures.” The blonde giant said watching the kneeling slave.

“How many do you wish?”

“Make it a dozen, sweetly curved and various pelts.” Pausing for a moment. “Make it 11 and I want that fire crotch as the 12^th” Pointing at the kneeling slave at the end of the hall. Her number 74586 temporarily named Genta.

"Lady Ragenta as order her to receive 20 lashes from the slave master then sent to the pens to be retrained.”

“The little slut must have really angered the she-sleen!” Spectus laughed.

“I will find you another, Spectus.”

“Nay, I want that one for tonight. I wager she squirms and juices well.”

“But what about Lady Ragenta?”

“I wager that she squirms and juices well also, But I said I want that one so have her bathed, perfumed, and silked for tonight. If the Lady ask, tell her it was done. If she presses then send her to me.”

“As you wish, Spectus. I will have her delivered with the others.” Nodding as he turned to collect the waiting slave. When he reached the slave. “I don’t know if you are lucky slave or not. You are to go to the bathes to serve at Spectus table tonight. Do well and the only whipping you will receive will be between your sweet thighs.”

Genta looked at the back of her keeper, Rolas as she followed. Her chances of getting out of this had not changed. She just would not be whipped right away and spend tonight in the lower slave pens tonight.