Introductions, Disclaimers and the Boring Stuff (Comments here please)

This is a FanFic blog focusing on the books of John Norman, The Saga of Gor.  The story told within the pages to come is an on-going story, being built via Role Play (RP) on Second Life (SL).  The two main characters of this particular blog are Alesandro (Alex Lavendel) and Rowena (rowan Held).

Consider this your "adult content warning" - if you are not familiar with Gor, you should be aware that it is a harsh world, a counter-earth, in which the institution of slavery is considered the norm.  Sex is a common and consistent theme within the books of Gor, as is the very clear exploration of the different nature of relationships that exist between a Free Man of Gor and a Free Woman of Gor, versus that of a Free Man and his slave(s).

The primary authors of this blog have a combined several decades of experience in this "alternative lifestyle", have read the books multiple times (yes, they really are quite tedious to get through, sadly) and a strong background in writing; both professional and amateur - creative writing, technical writing and human interest writing.   Together, theyy have an in-depth knowledge of the 'facts' of the books, as well as the interpretive understanding of what the books as individual stories say and what the totality of the entire Saga (34 books as of this posting) conveys.

Over the ensuing pages you will have posts of the role play telling the story as it unfolds as well as notecards that facilitate role play lines when real life (RL - that dreaded and awful thing that pulls us away from the world we wish we could live in) keeps the characters apart.  There will be thoughts from both characters, experiences told from the individual perspectives of the characters, RPs that are not always done "together" and any other possible combination of ways in which the two of us can tell the story we are creating.  Yes, this means posts will be done by both of the main characters and as any others join into the core group of RPers they too will have access to add to the story.  Whichever person is writing, will identify their postings by including their Character name (known as a display name in SL) and SL name (known as the legacy name in SL).

There may be pictures uploaded.  OK, there WILL be pictures uploaded; pictures taken in-world and relevant to the story, not porn.

Currently, the tale is unfolding in the SL Gor location of Athos - if you feel this story, the characters, or the setting created appeal to you and inspire you to seek us out and join the fun, please feel free to do so.  Our names in-world are:

Alesandro (Alex Lavendel)
Rowena (rowan Held)


Finally, because many things in this story make use of fictional terminology, we will have an on-going post in which we can update terminology you may come across in this blog.  You are welcome to email us if you have questions and one of us will try to respond in a timely fashion (be warned, we live in different locations and use the affiliated e-mail concurrently for the purpose of this blog - you might end up with duplicate responses!).


Alesandro and Rowena

About the writer behind Rowena:
I am a typical Midwestern woman.  I'm a mom, I have a professional career and I absolutely LOVE writing.

There are many who poke fun at "Goreans", in particular, those who are dedicated to sticking to the storylines of the book (By The Book - BTB).  To me?  John Norman created an alternate world with some very specific aspects and some very broad ones and I enjoy creating the story(ies) of a character within the parameters set forth in the books.  As I am fond of saying, you would not go to a sim in SL that was designed for fans of Star Wars and expect to be allowed to be there in the uniform of a Star Fleet Officer from Star Trek - the same goes with Gor.  Once you move beyond the principles within the book, you have so drastically altered it that it is no longer Gor, but something "evolved" (GE) or worse Disney (unrealistic, so far from the premise of the books that it can't even be considered GE).

Some Random Tidbits

If you are unfamiliar with Second Life (SL) and/or Role Play, there are some things to keep in mind.

Sometimes real life (RL) interferes with a roleplay (RP) scene.  This means there can be huge time breaks between events.  It also means, sometimes a specific scene will get put on hold and when the next RP scene picks up, it is a completely different scenario.  This is because SL "time" is set up to move on its own schedule; the SL time schedule every 3 hours is a complete 'daytime' cycle and 1 hour 'nighttime' cycle.  Meaning every 4 hours of RL time is equal to one single day in SL (so 6 days in a 24 hour period).  When you paragraph RP (Para, Para-RP), it can take several RL hours to get through a single scene, however.  This means you need to understand that 'days' pass much faster in SL, but an RP can take several hours RL - you sort of need to just 'go with the flow' on time frames and days, and when there are gaps or unexplained changes in an RP scene, attribute it to the implied passage of time.

If you are new to RP and/or SL and you feel you want to explore this world, there are some basic things to keep in mind (beyond familiarity with the concepts of Gor).  Common courtesy rules of RP include (but are not limited to):

1.  Turn taking RP

     This means there is usually some sort of post order to follow.  This does not work as well in large groups so some adaptability is necessary.

2.  Limit the Out of Character (OOC) conversation that takes place in local chat (the place where the RP is taking place).  If you need to clarify something, use the instant message (IM) feature.  Try to keep all the "welcome back" comments out of the scene, etc.

3.  Try to involve everyone present in a particular scene IN the RP.

     One of the biggest misconceptions currently taking place on Gor is that the slave characters, in the presence of the free people, were not involved in the conversations.  This results in many, if not most, free men and women, utterly ignoring those people who choose to RP as a slave character.  Remember, everyone is here to RP and have fun, when you do this, you make it not fun for this group of people.  In addition, this is not at all correct by the book (BTB).  Slaves were integral to everyday life on Gor.  They were sought after for their intelligence, and in particular the Masters sought to know every thought and feeling of a slave, the slave's intelligence was considered a prize and another part of the slave in which he owned.  If you think about it, it would make no sense at all to exclude these characters from almost any RP going on (and not relegating them to nothing but glorified waitresses in fetching food and drinks).  Plus it is just plain bad RP form to exclude or ignore another person who is there to take an active part in RP.

4.  Do not rapid-fire one line comments in a group RP that is semi to full para-RP.

     This is very disruptive and impedes the ability of all other characters to accurately respond to what is going on in the RP.  Condense your thoughts and create a single post that contains everything you want to say at that particular time.  Personally, I find using a notecard very beneficial as I can put my inital thoughts/reactions together, and as other people post their replies I can incorporate that into my current comment so that when it rolls around to my turn to post, I have it ready to go and have responded to at least one thing, if not all things, each other character has said or done.  Having it ready by writing as people are also posting has the added benefit of preventing 20 minute gaps between posts.

How Rowena Fell Slave

'Dro found Ar to be busy and crowded.  Several times he felt the ghostly fingers of pick pockets, yet they were foiled by his anti theft planning.  wires in the laces, and a metal mesh inside the leather.  One, he grabbed by the wrist and yanked to him, his eyes coldly inspected what he had caught. a slender youth, grubby, hungry looking.

"You want to go work in the Fields?" he asked coldly.  "That is likely where you will go when you are arrested and tried."

The boy wide eyed and terrified, stammered wordlessly, while 'Dro gave him another shake.  "Go find honest work, child" he told him releasing the youth and heading away from the Street of Brands. 
He had enjoyed his visit overall to the city of Ar.  The warm welcome his family name earned him among his peers helped to give him a sense that Ar was a very lucrative market.  However, he lacked the funds to start his own house, and did not fancy being an under slaver in one of the other houses.

Going to the square nearby, he was looking over some new boots, while a trio of women were engaged in a lively debate about the quality of certain men of their acquaintance.  They were typical wealthy young women.  Cold, Arrogant, Edged in a disdain of anything male unless it was a silk slave that stroked their egos.   One of them had dark flashing eyes, her robes were worth a fortune that could feed the average lower caste family for a decade or more.  All of the girls were well dressed, but one was obviously the 'leader' of the trio.  He ambled around, keeping them in -his sights, the guard that was with them seemed bored, and the girls each had a modest kajira at their side, laden with the purchases that the young women were getting.  He sometimes drifted past them and around a corner, just keeping them in his line of sight.

He heard more than one merchant grovel toward her, "Lady Rowena' they called her.  Her obnoxious treatment of the merchants and her friends annoyed him.  Not that he objected to arrogance and spirit, but just that he found challenging.  Eventually the girls paused outside of an apartment, dropping one of them off.  He noted where it was, and continued, until each of the girls had gone home.  He then began to make plans.

First he made sure he had a draft available at one of the 'banks' money lenders.  His letter of credit verified, he withdrew some funds, signed for it, and improved his overall appearance.  He then made arrangements to visit with the Lady Bella's father.  He came in as a potential suitor, visiting, and earning the interest of her Father.  The man made arrangements for his daughter to meet with and be courted by 'Dro.  His own family was a well known slaver's family, and he was more than able to afford the bride price, not to mention the lucrative ties from Thentis to Ar in terms of products. 
Bella was diffident, at first, but he courted her over the next few weeks, while he established his bona fides with Arcadia and Rowena's family as well.  He learned from Arcadia and from Bella that Rowena was a vicious girl, cruel, and ran wild over her family.  He could believe that.  He had spoken to the girl's father.  In time, his offer was rejected by her family, the reason given was that the girl would not consent to even meeting him.

He learned too, that the other two girls actually hated Rowena.  Too, they were excited to be going to the fairs this fall.  He continued his gentle courting and made his own plans.

Alesandro

Rowena of Ar

Shopping, it was something she despised doing and yet seemed expected of her by the flighty-minded girls she called "friends".  Not that she thought much of them, Rowena had always considered herself far above most everyone she knew.  It wasn't her fault, it was how she had been raised.  Pampered, spoiled and treated with the deference due to someone of a high caste, though she was of the merchant caste.  Perhaps her mother had been grooming her to one day land a companionship with an Ubar, elevating her caste and by extension that of her family; her mother had grand designs, ideas she implanted in Rowena's head from the time she was old enough to form thoughts.  Her mother's companion had been no less indulgent of her.  He was not her father, the tale of that union and nasty separation was well known.  Her mother, a beautiful and well-sought after woman, had companioned within her own caste, to another merchant.  Unfortunately, he was more companioned to his work than to her, and when the time came to renew the contract, her mother opted out of it, taking Rowena with her, and infecting the young girl with a bit of her own bitterness at being second-trumpet to his caste-work.  The man she called "Father" bore no relation to her, but he had never fathered children of his own, and inheriting a daughter as beautiful as Rowena had bent him into the point of extravagant, lavish treatment showered upon the girl.  No, Rowena was not entirely at fault for the way she was.  Nor was she quite as vile as she allowed those around her to believe.  The loss of her true father had left an indelible mark upon her heart, and it was safer to keep everyone at an emotional distance by the lofty and haughty behavior she tended to display.  It was only when she was alone in her chambers that she would be more herself, removing the mask she wore like protection around her.

Suitors came and went, each sent scurrying back to their own homes, defeated by the impenetrable walls she had so carefully constructed around herself - she could have been of the builder's caste, so sturdy were those palisades.  They were bland and boring men, none brave enough to stick around long enough to chip through the hardened coal surrounding the diamond within.  And so none could find what truly lay within her.

Shopping... yes, Arcadia and Bella had insisted she accompany them that day and she stood in her room, attended by myriad slaves who dressed her and combed her hair, piling it high upon her head in the latest fashionable discomfort that was all the rage.  Not like anyone could actually see it as she wore a full veil that covered hair and face, save for her eyes.  Petticoat, dress, apron, over coat.  Gloves.  Nine veils.  NINE.  It was ridiculous in her opinion, but society expected it.  Delicate shoes trimmed in gold thread, gold beading, not merely a gold color, but actual gold.  Rings over gloves, also gold.  It was more than an ahn just to get dressed.  She could not believe her Father was going to make her travel with those two to the Sardar.  There was not enough ka-la-na in all of Ar to make that a pleasant journey.  And the date of departure was mere weeks away.

A retinue of slaves followed as she left the house, including an armed male slave - her father's insistence that he accompany them; in truth, each of the women was accompanied by an armed slave who had been well-trained in the art of combat and protection.  The irony of it all?  Rowena was not unkind to the slaves that served her, she wasn't friendly with them either, but did not go out of her way to be vicious with them as Arcadia and Bella tended to do.  What a different story one might hear if they sought out the woman's personal slaves to learn the sort of woman she was, rather than the vapid 'friends' she was forced to endure. One might even discern that she was truly a kind person who had simply learned a method of survival in a world that was harsh and unforgiving.

She had been unaware that they were followed.  What would the outcome have been if she had realized it?  Would fate have been altered?  There would be questions that plagued her in the near future, what if she had accepted the proposal of one of those suitors - would she end up where it seemed the Priest Kings intended her?

Days later, her father had come to her, another suitor at the door.  She was not even interested in meeting him.  The upcoming travel to the Fair was on her mind, and she really wanted to find a way out of it, at least a way out of traveling with those two harpies.  She did wonder, after the man had left, if she should have at least met him.  Secretly, deep in her heart, she had hoped to find a companion who lit her soul on fire, what if he had been the one?

The weeks passed all too quickly, a flurry of last minute preparations for the journey, including her own - she had made arrangements for an additional wagon to follow behind them, and at first opportunity, she would free herself from the company of the other girls and travel in her own wagon, with her own slaves.

The day upon them, she loaded a trunk of the less valuable clothing in the caravan; having put the things she would actually wear in the secret wagon.  Of course, her mother and father had thrown a fit about the choices of garments she had let them see her pack - how would she ever attract the eye of a suitable companion at the Sardar dressed as if she were the daughter of a peasant?  And off the wagons rolled, the last words exchanged between she and her family, unpleasant and distant because she had her own plans and could not share them.

Halfway there, she finally managed to cause enough of a ruckus that Arcadia and Bella got nasty with her, and she used that as the pretense for going off on her own.  It was the fateful mistake that would alter her destiny.

That first night, sleeping softly on the overstuffed bed in the wagon, surrounded by her own things... her slaves outside, around the wagon, she dreamed - they were dreams she would never tell another soul, almost a portent of what was to come.  What she had not known?  The armed slave, charged with her safety... had eaten some very poorly cooked tarsk, and he was quite sick.  Perhaps it hadn't been poorly cooked, but deliberately poisoned to incapacitate him - who could really say?  Regardless of the cause, she slept thinking herself safe when in truth, she was completely vulnerable. 
She awoke with a terrified scream, muffled by the large hand of a man... a hand that held a rep cloth.. a rep cloth soaked with capture scent.  Within ihns, she was unconscious.  Her trunks raided, everything of value packed up and carted off - including her, perhaps the most valuable item in that wagon.

Days turned into weeks.  She had been stripped and put in white silks by a female, a gold belt about her waist and between her legs.  Otherwise, she was mostly left alone as if someone had very specific instructions that she was not to be touched in any way.  Over land, and then by sea, they traveled... an island far off the mainland, deep in the Thassa, the ship docked at port and she was taken into the city, delivered to a slave house.  Weeks of fear, worry, regret and recriminations of herself weighed upon her every waking moment, the beautiful and proud free woman.. left wondering if any moment might mark the end of the life she had known.

~Rowena of Ar~

7-21-19 RolePlay Log

7-21-19

Rowena Spends The Day Blindfolded and Confused
(NOTE:  During this RP you will see names replaced by “someone”, “that person”, “this person”, etc – this is the result of a scripted blindfold and the use of the RLV function of ‘confusion’ that prevented the typist from even being able to see who was around AND who was typing what statements)

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) headed to the pens to gather his captive, he had a bit of a cruel day planned for her.  A nice bit of a mind fuck so to speak.  "Wakey Wakey, Mine" he called out as he clanged the door open.

Rowena (rowan.held) jumped wide awake, the sound startling her into a defensive position as she all but slammed up against the stone wall behind her head, low, with her arms in front of her.  Nightmares had run wild in her mind during the night.  She blinked several times, acutely aware, now, that she was in the pen... naked.  and he was standing there.  She sobbed just once, hoping it had all been a dream, and once again confronted with the reality that her life was just -barely- her own; ok, it clearly was no longer her own, but she was in absolute denial about that fact.  She did not move from her position, trying to cover herself with her hands and stay in a small, well hidden ball.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stood in the door, snapped his fingers a couple  of times, expecting her to comply,  His plans were growing by the ehn, and she was likely to not like it at all.

Rowena (rowan.held) shook her head, he seemed to be.. in a very foul mood, she  couldn't help but wonder if the guard (NPC) from last night had conveyed any part of the conversation she had had with Ho.  She didn't want to move, she certainly didn't want to go closer to him, she... could not shake the feeling of fear that was washing over her as he stood there.  Reluctantly, her movements stilted as she forced her legs to work, she stood up and moved to him, shaking her head to make her long, loose hair cover what she could of her nakedness.  At that point, she would have taken even the horrid dresses he had been putting her in, for no reason other than what little they did cover - it was better than standing there naked before him in nothing but chains, a chastity belt and the shoes on her feet.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) stretches relaxing with a grin on his lips while starts to think on what to do for the day, Leilah now out for work serving and no slaves around to train cause all busy for their chores, could hears some noises downstairs and smiles recognizing Alesandro's voice

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched her approach, as she came to a stop, he plucked several wisps of straw from her hair.  "Bath, move it" yeah, the 'nice guy' was absent today, perhaps he was on a long sabbatical, who knew.  He moved out of her way, watching her, like a slaver watching his merchandise, evaluating it's worth.

Rowena (rowan.held)'s face burned, she was already on the verge of tears, he seemed... angry, and that scared her more than she wanted to admit.  She half expected him to strike her when he reached up toward her face, only to pull bits of straw from her hair.  Steps were hobbled by the sirik, but the gait had changed drastically since her arrival, she moved with a sensual sway, unaware of it even with hurried steps as she sought the slightly more private confines of the bath as opposed to the exposed hallway.  Her mind was racing, still befuddled by sleep, as she tried to anticipate the source of his mood, what she could do to counter it... and definitely not think about what sort of things he might inflict upon her for the day.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) looks at her holding the bowl between his hands and picks out a cherry moving it so to her lips before pops in his own mouth a tospit: "there you deserve some sweet today" nods a few time looking her

shia (aisha.gravois) opens the lips and suck the cherry in then biting down releasing the juices savourng the taste

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) grins looking her while speaks with relaxed voice and stretching a bit while pops a bit of larma in his mouth cutting half slice so to move the other half near to her lips: "what you done today? its seems a quiet till now, all the slaves are out to work and soon i will move out to checks the streets for who know .. a lost slave "laughs

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) followed her into the bath leaning against the wall as he often did.  "Don't be all day." he told her as he spilled something into his hand and then stirred it into the water, the scent was a spicy sweetness, that was easily identified as a common slave perfume.  He turned to dig into the trunk and pulled out something blue, something she would likely not appreciate at all.

Rowena (rowan.held) leaned over to unfasten the clasps on the shoes, she couldn't help it, the sirik limited her movement; the position left her bent at the waist, and if not for the belt between her legs, every part of her ass and sex would have been visible.  Her face burned and she hurried to the tub, the ... slaver's mood was like tiny needles piercing her skin, making her almost flinch just from the feel of his gaze.  Her own expression revealed that she was clearly worried, and struggling to come up with any ideas on what to do to soften his mood.  The truth was, she had a feeling there was nothing she could do, nothing except endure whatever he was going to put her through.  She watched as he poured something into the water, the scent was strong and.. not the usual subtle scents she wore, but something that would surely draw attention to her.  Her head hung low as she climbed into the tub, humiliated that he stood there watching her bathe.  She did it as quickly as she could, not wanting that smell to linger on her skin any longer than necessary, then climbed back out, dripping wet as she looked for a towel.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) smiles and sniffs the air: "seems a good stew, you will serve it to me for dinner later Leilah, i want to eat at home today, without choke myself rushing the meal" nods a few time and smiles" once all seems calm i want to go for the bath, i need to clean up as you can see, i gone hunt out so im not really clean" points to his pants and boots nodding a few time

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let a smile touch his lips.  The heavy scent well embedded on her skin and hair.  "Hair down." he instructed as he held the small towel she would be allowed to use.  "No shoes.  Just this" he made sure she could see the silky fabric he had selecteeed for here.

Rowena (rowan.held) looked at what he held out.  even without really seeing how it would fit, she could tell there was just not much material, and it looked like.. .nothing but.. ribbons, strips.. of material.  She completely didn't even hear about the shoes as she looked in shock at what he held out to her.  The hair, she couldn't fix herself anyway, due to the sirik but having it down was... obscene.  her voice was hushed and tremulous as she shook her head "please.. do not.. not.. that, please".  Oh the woman's anger was still there, but his evident attitude had her wisely more afraid than angry at the moment.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked here up and down.  "You prefer naked?" he asked her seeming  almost amused by it.  He had other treasures in store for his captive today.

Rowena (rowan.held) paled, the faint freckles on her face standing out in stark contrast.  She choked back a strangled reply, she had no desire to wear something as.. as.. revealing.. as slave-like.. as that. but the idea of going out naked?  that was even worse.  She snatched it from his hands as best she could and all but ~jerked~ the skirt up her body, having to bend over to do so, full breasts hung from her form in tempting fashion, but for the long hair blocking the view.  Her face went from pale, to crimson in a single heartbeat.  "you are... a beast, an urt.  a... a.. bosk's ass" she hissed at him; oh yeah, there was that righteous anger, spurred to life by the newest humiliation the slaver was heaping on the free woman.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smirked a bit, just a little bit, as he lifted her scraps and got her properly draped.  He made sure that everything hung just so, adjusted the belt, and then, pulled her hair back over her shoulders.  "Lovely" he stated,  enjoying the way it looked upon her form, hiding some, and revealing more.

Rowena (rowan.held) was prepared to be fuming mad, and she wasn't disappointed - anger coursed in her blood as he .. dressed her and moved her hair.  She looked down at her body and the anger vanished, replaced with absolute horror at what he had put her in.  His word?  "lovely"?  It sounded like.. an insult to her ears, and she could hear the smirk in his voice even if one was not on his lips.  She was pretty sure it would take a herd of kaiila to haul her out of that room.  She looked up, glaring coldly at him "does this amuse you?  to humiliate a free woman in such ways?".

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was not done yet, nope, he used a small key, unlocking her slave belt,freeing her heat.  Let her sweat what might be coming, she had been testing boundaries, and it was more than time to let  her feel the hard edges of her potential future.  "I see no such creature, no, I see a captive, who is being readied for her future."  He grinned toothily, "... I can remove it, after all, it is the degrading dress of a slave."  He pursed his lips she could see him in the mirror if she chose, as if he were seriously contemplating it.  "Yes.  Perhaps you should not be subjected to wearing such things." he seemed to be maybe offering her a kindness.

Rowena (rowan.held) watched, aghast as he removed the belt - the one thing that was keeping her safe and sane, the one thing that let her feel ... protected.. from the inevitable.  She didn't care if he thought it was slave attire, she was terrified of the idea of sex, not from being a prude but from a complete lack of experience at her relatively young age, and a deep-seated terror of enslavement caused by the feelings of passion.  Belatedly, she understood his words.. 'readied for her future'.  Tears welled in her eyes, "please.. please no, please, please just.. let me go, I beg you, please", the tears that trickled slowly were matched by the fear in her voice.  Kings, she could feel the breeze from even the slightest movement, touching parts of her that had really never been exposed before in her life.  "please"

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) cocked his head a little.  "No? you want to wear the garb of a slave?" He asked, "Very well" he seemed so agreeable as he put her belt into the crate.  "I will let you parade about in slave's clothing."  He paused,fingertip to his lower lip as he thought on it. "Turn slowly, let me be sure your properly draped." The instructions were carefully given, his gaze that of a slaver evaluating her potential worth.  "If you ask extra nice, I will put you up on display for any and all to examine." he told her, preying on another of her fears.

Rowena (rowan.held): He had such a knack for twisting her words, for ignoring what she said and making it suit him.  She just stood there, shaking her head slowly as if she could not comprehend what he was doing.  Obeying him?  That was impossible, not because she was angry, but because she was frozen in place.  When he threatened to put her on display, to be... examined.  Her knees went weak and she stumbled back against the wall slightly, about to go down to the floor, unable to even stand as the weight of what he was doing settled over her with far more weight than the soft silk he had selected.  She wanted to throw up, in fact she was pretty sure she was about to.  One small hand lay flat on the top of the trunk beside her, trying to hold herself upright.  Disobedience wasn't the source of her non-compliance, it was the complete denervation of her entire body.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched her stagger with his dispassionate gaze.  What he was doing to her, was helping her to realize there were worse ways to be displayed than the reasonably modest skirts he had been using as 'his livery' for the girl.  "Tell me, can you feel the smooth softness of the fur beneath your feet? The soft movement of the air currents as you breathe, and this soft, silken, airy fabric slides against your skin? Tell me Rowena. Tell me how you feel." His hands were crossed over his chest as he observed her slow and steady panic.

Rowena (rowan.held): She looked up at him, half bent over, that long loose curl hanging over her face.  The look in her eyes was a mingling of sorrow, of pain and fear.. of pleading.  Her bottom lip quivered, the full innocence of a protected life was on full display before him; the full image of what he seemed all too ready to take for himself.. take.. and turn a profit from.  His words reached into her mind, stroking her just as his hand had done nights ago, beneath the belt.. she had been wearing.  Her breath became more shallow as he called attention to the sensations she was trying to not be aware of, as he forced them into her focus.  Feral fear painted her face, confusion... like she was being overwhelmed by the onslaught of the sudden awareness, called into sharp focus by his words, of all those small details.  The fur beneath her feet, the smooth surface of the chest beneath her hand, the feel of her hair hanging loose, the silk that danced like a lover's touch on her skin.  He could likely see the swirl of reactions colliding in her as he danced her like his personal marionette on the strings of his will.  She gave a shake of her head, a soft choking sound in her throat as, piece by piece, he was breaking away the parts of her he did not want or need, leaving only the raw material he may have hoped was underneath the ice.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched as the panic consumed her.  The utter lack of passion likely fueling her fears into a stark conflagration.  "Yes, Rowena." he said quietly, "Does a command need to be repeated?" She might just recall the last time he had used that phrase, a slave had been beaten, in a brief and brutal fashion.

Rowena (rowan.held): Gone was the proud, haughty posture of the free woman, her face looking to the floor, tendrils of her hair loosely framed her face as she forced herself to stand up.  She had heard him say that phrase before, she had, herself, said it.  She knew.. what it meant, worse, she had seen evidence of how far his tolerance extended - which was not far at all.  She moved away from the wall, tears spilled down her cheeks as she.. obeyed, slowly turning in a circle before him.  She couldn't breathe, her heart was beating in fight or flight, legs felt like ramberry pudding.  Though she lacked the training of a slave, her form was well suited to the attire he had put her in and the hint of what she could become might be seen despite the breaking of her own will.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) admired how she moved, stepping up and adjustng the silk against her flesh, the warm brush of his knuckles touched her.  He knew she would be very off balance and inclined to resist, so, he was expedient, and wrapped her face in a blindfold and then leashed her.  "Come Lady.  I think it is time for you to have some fresh air." Yes, he was leaving her hair all mussed down her back, and would force her to go out in public, revealed as a slave, and unable to know if she was being observed or not.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) knocks at the door where he listens Alesandro's voice

Rowena (rowan.held): Hysterics were about to overtake her as he touched her, the blindfold?!?!  Sent her panic into full swing, she tried to reach up, jerking in the sirik, nearly to the point of falling over as the short chains pulled taut.  "no, no no no NO, get it off, please, oh Kings, please, no", sobs interspersed her words as she flailed uselessly, not even aware he put the leash on that collar.  Animal sounds tore from her throat as she fought a fight she had no hope of winning.

That individual kept his hand almost under her chin as he led her to the door.  "There is no privacy in here Alidah, it is just the slave's room of preparations." He stepped though it, leading her closely, "What do you need?" he asked seeming only a little confused at the man's arrival at the door.

That person speaks so looking him: "yea i know but well im used to knock as well, there is a Lady outside that say is your cousin, Lady Carwen" nods a few time smiling to him while looks so to Rowena with a big grin on his lips

This individual: "Peach and Berry?" she took the little bottle and smiled up at him, snatching her hand back quickly as she almost made contact with his hand.  "Is it a laxative?" she inquired, "Travelling really bungs me up." she took the lid off and sniffed, "Smells heavenly.  Thank you Killian. I would like to meet you again, taste some mead and such. I wish you well and enjoy your studies." she said, though she didn't sound that enthusiastic, for studies sounded tedious to her.  She turned and would sit down on the bench with along sigh.

Rowena (rowan.held): She couldn't see anything, was forced to rely on the feel of the leash guiding her, his touch on her chin.... her blood pounded like a waterfall in her ears, obscuring even the voices around her.  Confusion and panic crippled her.  Every breath was fast, shallow, the strips of silk he had draped over her moved with her, every so often she could feel a breeze over bared flesh, her nipple, her sex.  Each like a scalding touch, foreign to her mind and body.  She continued fighting the sirik, trying to get her hands free of the chains that had no give beyond the limitation of its dig into her flesh as she struggled.  Wordless sounds, like those of a trapped animal, spilled from her mouth.

That individual frowned, "Carwen?" he recalled her as a dingy hoyden who had invaded the orderly house with her rambunctious family.  "She is but a child.  Why would... " he suspected someone was perpetrating a fraud.

That person steps out and looks to the Lady tilting his head a bit as Alesandro told she is but a child, so blinks a bit and speaks: "here he is Lady" smiles to her while looks time ni time to Rowena as now she dress slaves cloth

This individual saw the skull barer first and then the lanky looking fellow with the long hair, slave in tow.  She eyed him suspiciously and when Adilah confirmed it was her cousin she sighed a bit.  "Tal Cousin." she cleared her throat.  His pimples and skin problems seemed to have cleaned up nicely.  Must've been the sunlight.  "It's me, Carwen."

Rowena (rowan.held)'s hands reached out, trying to feel along the wall, anything to get her bearings.  She had no idea who was around, if anyone, other than the slaver who had taken her.  Voices remained muffled in the confusion and terror that held her in ghastly embrace, her sight hidden by the blindfold. Her voice as stolen among the grip of hysteria.

That individual followed him up and out, putting his palm on her shoulder.  "Kneel" he told Rowena, his gaze darting to the blond.  "Carwen?" he almost choked on it.  "You grew--" erm, he almost said 'tits' "-- taller." he concluded weakly.  "Why are you here?" he was in the  middle of the Thassa after all.

That person looks between the two and smiles: "well i let you with your family Alesandro, i walk out so to see if there any slaves lost outside" burst out laughing as the last time he told it he really found one

This individual: "Thank you for your help Adilah." she said towards the broad shouldered man.  She looked back at her cousin then glanced at the slave he had in a sirik and blindfolded.  "Um, bad sad news." she said, trying to make it easier on him. "your uncle died.  My Father." she explained, "means I have no one to look after me sooooo..." she did a quick jazz hands, "Ta dahhhh.  You're my guardian.  Father's last words." actually her father's last words were, "Fuck that was a steep cliff to fall off."

Rowena (rowan.held): She jumped, the unexpected feel of a hand on her shoulder, the touch not known to her - in fairness, she didn't actually know anyone's touch.  She couldn't hear the command, but the pressure of his hand made it clear what was expected.  It took no effort as her resources were being drained by the sustained panic.   She all but collapsed to the ground, lacking any grace of a slave at that moment, then again, she wasn't a slave so such grace couldn't be expected of her... at least, not yet.  Her knees together, she half curled forward on herself as if to comfort herself as the world was stripped away from her.  Verbal instructions would be almost useless on her at that moment, limp as a child's rag doll, and unable to process anything going on around her, he sequestered her in a world of terror and misery, and exposed her in that state, to whomever he pleased.

That individual lifted his hand and gave Alidah a look as if to say 'gee thanks for throwing me under the bus'  "Bring back any that seem to be worth our time," He answered.  "Your... guar--" yeah he felt as unlegged as his slave at the moment.  "Oh, I am sorry to hear of your loss.  Would you like to come inside?" he invited.  He often entertained clients on the upper floor.

That person could not but hear the last woman's words while walks out and laughs even more, would be fun to have around a young Lady, so speaks " be well Lady and well .. welcome here so" winks and grins while speaks to Alesandro "see you later my friend"

This individual watched the slave flop-plop to her knees with the grace of a drunken 3 legged verr on a hill and quirked an eyebrow before turning her attention back to her cousing.  "Adilah says you boil recalcitrant slaves and he keeps the skulls as trophies." she didn't QUITE believe it, but almost.  "Inside?" she tilted her head, "You're not going to trick me into anything are you?  Father's other last words," (talkative bugger that he was) " were that you were a slippery sod and I should be wary of you." she didn't mince her words.  "And thanks for the commiserations.  He wasn't the same after the raid that took his eye.  And his hand.  And his left foot.  But other than that the last 10 years have been a joy to share with him." she said sarcastically.

Rowena (rowan.held): Hunched over as she was, nearly curled in a ball, her hands scrabbled to get the blindfold, anything, to regain any of her senses.  But, would she have wanted that?  Would she want to see who was there to witness the degradation of what he was putting her through?  Was the blindfold, in some torturous way, also a kindness?  No, it was pure torment and he knew it.  He had taken every piece of dignity... even humanity...stripped it from her and thrown her to the ground to shatter into fragments of the ice she had been.  Piece by painful piece, her life unraveled behind that blindfold in the darkest recesses of her mind, crafting a vision of the future that she truly could not yet even comprehend, caught in the nascent oblivion that crept at the edge of her mind, suffocating her as if she might pass out.

That individual pushed his foot against the girl on her knees, his hand sliding up the leash to rest under her chin.  "Up" he told her, helping her to stand.  "No, no tricks Carwen.   You know my caste, and the work I do.  I would never hear the end of it if I enslaved my family  at a whim."  to the girl he said, "Rise Rowena"

This individual: "Ah, that's a relief." she said, "Father did say you cared a great deal about your reputation." she watched as he handled the slave.  "then I'd love to come inside and have something to drink.  Do you have a spare room?  One that doesn't have bars on it?" she tries to joke.  "Somewhere I have some paperwork to do with your guardianship.  unless I used it for toilet paper." she began to look into her bag.

Rowena (rowan.held): numb, she stood up, his hand beneath her chin guiding her upright.  Her hair was a mess, her face was red - clearly she was crying and weak.  She tried to reach out, tried to grab something, anything.

That individual led her inside, "Yes, of course." he told her, Stepping in closing the door behind Rowena, and opening the kitchen.  He got her some water and handed it  to her in a tankard.  "Sit, tell me of your voyage.  I have been out travelling the last 5 years or so, I am relieved that the family got the post about my settling here.  How did you find me?" he asked

This individual sloughed off the baggage she was carrying with a thump, possibly knocking the slave with it as she did so.  "Nice place." she said and took the tankard. " Thank you." she sighed and started to sip through her veil, then spluttered, "bloody things.  Do I have to wear them here?" she said, slipping the tankard under the fabric.  "What's the point of a blind slave?  Did she just have surgery or was it a punishment?" she inquired, then flopped in a chair.  "Long journey.  Yes, your Mother ran around the village as proud as proud could be. 'My little baby's running his OWN kennels in Allos' (you should neaten your writing up by the way).  We finally worked out it was Athos and when Father died I made my way down here. Long tedious tale of adventures and near escapes.  much kicking in the groins and running from sex starved men who thought I wanted to be on my knees." she laughed.  "Who'd wish that on any Free woman!!"

Rowena (rowan.held): she couldn't breathe, she was sure she was going to die.. or exhaustion, that complete depletion of reserves in her body, was setting in.  If he had wanted to break her, he had succeeded.  She could not even find a voice to form words, could not even think of words to say.  he had taken.. everything, even her senses and left her wholly dependent on him in the fog of turbulent disorientation.  She heard voices, but could not understand the words, like her brain had stopped working.  She knew.. right then.. it was only a question of when he felt like taking everything else, her unmarked flesh, her name.. selling her to the highest bidder.

That individual took the other seat, but first guided Rowena back to her knees.  "Sit pretty" he told her as he took his own seat.  "Sounds like a typical voyage" he quipped.  "So, you are staying..." obviously if he was her guardian.  "What erm.. " yeah he had lost it.  "... do you wish to follow in the families caste work?" he tried again completely adrift in this new sea.

This individual huffed as she tried rolling up the veil and stuffing it under so she'd not have to keep flipping it up and down like a whore fanning her pussy on a Friday night.  "yes, usual typical Gorean voyage.  I don't know what I should do to be honest. I mean up North I could turn my hand to just about anything, so the idea of Caste is a bit beyond me.  Do you need help here?  I could assist Adilah with the boiling.  Or...well, I could seek employment as a seamstress, or potter.  I'm very good at both of those.  Ooh, I met a Killian.  He makes booze and gave me this bottle of some Berry juice that 'd been steeped in a coconut for a week.  I think it's a laxative.  Maybe a slave can have it?" She watched the slave momentarily, then back to Alesandro.  "What's your stock worth?"

Rowena (rowan.held): That the woman had little control over her own muscles was clear, he guided her back to her knees and her movements were robotic and stiff, like her own body was foreign to her.  At the moment? It was.  She could not see, and her blood continued pounding in her veins so that she could not understand all of what was said around her, no idea who was speaking.. words not making much sense to her at all.  She was trapped in her own private hell, a hell of his design and yet each time he touched her, it gave her a link to something outside the crushing panic that was mauling her mind.  Subconscious kicked in, she tried to lean toward him, needing something.. anything, even his touch, to tether her to a sanity that was slipping away.

That individual put his palm on the girl's shoulder, just resting it there while he studied his cousin.  "Erm. Yes, your veil, modesty, unless you prefer slave silk." he explained awkwardly, He thought on what she could do.  "Have you considered trying to book holidays for folks? Or maybe offer them some sort of insurance to protect their investments from disasters?" he asked.  yeah, he was floundering perhaps more than the slave ata his feet

That person crosses his arms and looks at the boy: "who took you out from the cage bosk dung?" frowns looking him

Rowena (rowan.held): He won.  She cracked.  Perhaps not broken, for who wanted a broken toy?  And she had a strength and resilience that would surely see her through the coming months.. but, the crack was there, and it opened her up in ways she did not know was possible, a lifetime of being trapped in the prison of freedom... the moment he touched her, as if he sensed what was happening - he had probably known it would happen, and was merely biding his time until it did - when he put his hand on her shoulder, she sobbed and leaned against his hand, hoping against hope that as she pressed forward her head would find his knee, something other than the cold wood frame of a chair, or worse, a nothingness that would echo what was inside of her, hollowness that had nothing left, an empty vessel.  At the moment, her world was reduced to two things; the fear she could not contain, and his touch keeping her grounded to reality when her own mind could not do so.

This individual: "Well, I certainly don't want slave silk!" she said disgustedly and left her veil down, sipping her water through it now, lint and all.  "Oooh a Tour Operator?" she looked at him with tilted head.  "I'd get to travel too..." she frowned, "But then folk would want travel insurance... so maybe I could do both.  I wonder if there's a need for insurance." she set the tankard down on the table with a clunk. "Let me think about it. My only experience of Travelling was the rather adventurous journy I made.  I'venot even mentioned the sinking ship, the tarn that was shot down mid-flight, the tharlarion cart that fell in the ditch." she sighed and stood up. "I need to rest dear Cousin.  Thank you for agreeing to look after me.  Is there some paperwork that needs filing ?" she asked in a whirlwind as her sugar level was dropping fast.

A person Turns around and notices a slaver had come into the room. "Greetings Master, I am sorry I never caught his name"

That person looks at him and frowns but as listen that could be a man who done it he tought for sure was Alesandro, but will ask him later, so snaps his fingers pointing the floor front of him "is your mind enough clear today? or i have to show you the way once again?"

That individual nodded. "yes, paperwork" he agreed awkwardly.  "I am sure we have some sort of slave to amuse you with, and erm..." yeah he floundered.  "I can bring you what you need, and a room, one of your own." he nodded, either she could take the apartment next to his, or get a flat on the square.  "Is there anything else I need to be thinking of?" he asked

A person Steps closer to Adilah and kneels in front of him. "No Master, I am sorry" he looked at the floor.

That person looks at him and nods a few time: "good boy let me check behind" moves behind on his back and checks the paper cuts he done and nods seeing they were health without trouble or scar, looks down again to him and speaks: "how are you called again?" he want to test him and checks how he answer

This individual stood watching him, now with some familial affection.  nothing more, cos he was her cousin, even if he was okay looking.  "I think it's all sorted. I will find a scribe to fill out some papers for Citizenship. See...I've done my research." she smiled uqite proud of herself.  "Be well Alesandro " she said and hurried into the kitchen first before finding a room. she didn't say anything to the slave, though noted her existence.  At least she seemed a quiet sort and wasn't attached to his dick yet like so many Bonds up north.

That individual kept his hand on the girl, one leg on either side of her to keep her balanced,  the pressure of her face against his thigh told him much of what he had already deduced.  His fingers moved in small light motions, caressing the silken flesh, causing her too shift slightly under his grip.

A person tenses up a little when the slaver moved around and looked at his back. The healing was nothing short of miraculous, no scarring at all just think red lines where before were..paper cuts. "Bosk dung" he replied frowning at the name as he spoke it.

That person nods a few time: "and once again ... did you touched Rowena last night?" yes he was going to ask him that once again, looks at him moving his hand on the boy's hair in a gentle caress while listen

Rowena (rowan.held) was shaken by another soft sob, his touch was... hated... and needed.  and the need was winning out.  She pushed closer to him, not even caring anymore about what was on her body, or her hair, or what was going to happen in the coming days.  She was just trying to survive the next 5 ehn, the next 40 ihn... the next breath her lungs needed and the only way that would happen would be if she did not lose the fight for her sanity, a fight he now helped her with in the way his fingers stroked her lightly.  She had stopped fighting the blindfold, she stopped trying to hear the voices around her though that steady thud of her heartbeat in her throat and ears.  He was allowing her only one thing, his presence, and even if her conscious mind revolted, that primal need to survive was driving her into his embrace.

Somebody: enters the kennels smiles seeing Jarl then looks seeing a kajirus "Greetings Jarl ..tal kajirus

That person looks at him and nods a few time: "good boy, now .. about that .. if i find out you do that again, with any one of the slaves, or have any kind of relation with our slaves, im going to make you an eunuch, is that clear? "looks at him a moment before looks to Leilah "greetings girl "pats his leg so to call her close to him but behind "im clear boy?"

A person Looks up as a slavegirl came closer and spoke. He only looked at her as he was forbidden from having a relationship with any slave. Fitting that a pretty girl was talking to him at that exact moment. "Yes Master, very clear"

That person takes from his bag a belt and motions him to stand: "stand up boy" so looks to Leilah and speaks "starts to make the meal, prepare two bowl of the stew you made and other 3 slave bowl Leilah" moves a little her hair behind her hear so to show his tag on her ear

A person Rises to his feet, keeping his head lowered he did not notice the belt until he was standing.

Somebody looks to the boy as she listened to the conversation having no interest in kajirus she looks away then cants the head to the hand as the hair was moved a smile lifting the corners of her lips " yes Jarl " she says as the order was given rises and heads to the kitchen

That person pulls down his pants without problem and wraps the belt around his waists having no problem to puts his cock in the belt without hurt him so he could pee but nothing more, locks it with the key and puts the key away looking to the boy: "just to be sure boy, as we do not want any tragic accident isnt it?" looks down to him while now caresses his hair "you may follow me

That individual stroked the girl's hair, withdrawing a comb and taking a few moments of quiet time to adjust her appearance, making her more tidy.  He also adjusted her silk.  "There's my pretty girl." he murmured, softly.  "We have things to do today, and I will keep you close, when I can." he explained. She was completely helpless at this point, although he had plans to further inhibit her freedom.

A person Gasps as the belt was wrapped around his waist. His cock was now in some kind of harness and he was very conscious about it. 'dont want any accidents no Master" he pulled his pants up as they were around his knees and follows the slaver.

Rowena (rowan.held) jumped slightly, the feel of the comb tugging in her hair, she could not recall the last time she had felt fear, let alone.. like this.  Every touch was amplified as senses she did have tried to compensate for the ones he had taken from her.  She was nearly wrapped around his leg now, trying to find a physical tether in the mental disorganization in her head.

Somebody enters the kitchen the aroma of the stew wafting over the room , lifting a temwood tray she did arrange five bowls 2 large 3 small and ladled the stew in , chunks of bread are placed by the large bowls, the tray lifts to rest on the crook of her arm balancing it as she turns leaving the kitchen turns to find all gathered in the room

That person walks upstairs and sits with a deep breath next to Alesandro: "seems that the boy found his mind back and behaving today, he is belted now as we do not want any accident for sure ... and he know well that if he dare to touch any girls in any way .. im going ot make him an eunuch isnt it bosk dung?" ruffles his hair a bit

Somebody places the tray down then kneels and looks to Jarl "Shall i serve it now Jarl " she asks

A person follows the slaver up to the second floor and kneels next to his boot once Adilah sat down. The belt was confining and he was not very comfortable. "Yes Master" he replied as his impotence was reveled.

That individual eyed the boy thoughtfully.  "I see.  Has there been an  issue?" He asked.  He was fond of using thralls for discipline of the girls, especially the overly proud ones.  He continued his quiet stroking of Rowena's shoulder cap, stirring her hair and making the silk move against her skin.  He felt the frown grow between his brows.  "What is with the barbarian speak?" he asked curtly of Leilah.  "Yarr-awwls belong on the Torvald, not in a proper city." His voice dripped with the disdain of every  city dweller.

That person laughs and looks to Alesandro: "ive told her to call me only as Jarl my friend, do not worry" grins and so speaks again "ohh it was a little problem that is now solved, he dared to insult me and touch Rowena behind my back but im sure this wont happen again, i dealt with it, as you found him in the cage" nods a few time so looks to Leilah "serve Leilah" looks so to Alesandro "i made her prepare a bowl of stew for you too and your girl if you want"

Rowena (rowan.held): Every time she started slipping further into the blackness that wanted to consume her, his touch changed just enough to draw her attention back, honing it to him.  She was utterly unaware of who was in the room, blinded by the cloth about her eyes, the steady rush of panicked blood pounding in her ears so loudly that everything was muffled; she heard voices, could pick out words, but was unable to identify who was speaking.  It was only his touch that she could sense, and in the darkness to which he had thrown her, that touch was the lifeline he now offered, ensuring she understood her very life was his to do with as he pleased. The woman who woke that morning in the pen, was not the girl that knelt in silks, terrified at his feet.  She was crippled and dependent entirely on him, something she understood from beneath the black waves that washed over her mind.

That individual shook his head.  "I do not think Rowena is up to eating, and I will wait until after the ceremony"  he answered, "But thank you for thinking of us. Do be sure to feed the lad, he looks like he could use some extra feedings."  He wa not pleased at the barbarian filth being perpetrated in the kennels, but then, he was one from the cities and he loved The Language that was spoken across the civilized face of his world.

Somebody looks to the head Slaver then lowered the gaze as Jarl answered the question , lifting a large bowl and bread shuffle boy to the side to give room to serve by bumping her hip against him , chuckles then lift to Jarl "Your stew Jarl i hope it sates the hunger

That person gets the bowl from Leilah's hands and nods to her so speaks after: "if i do not eat now i will faint to the ceremony" laughs hard and so takes a piece of meat from the stew between his fingers moving it close to Leilah's lips doing so the same to the boy's lips "did you know where will be the ceremony?"

That individual shook his head, "Nope, but I am going to go looking for it.  Probably up in the central cylinder" he speculated, he put his hand up the leash so it was right under Rowena's chin.  "Up Rowena." he instructed her, and joined her on his feet.  "I will see you there" he said as he prepared to depart.

Rowena (rowan.held) felt the leash come up under her chin, following the instruction of it more than the words she could not quite make sense of.  She said nothing, her mind unable to form words.

That person nods a few time and smiles to Alesandro : See you there my friend "nods a few time while gets from his bag a few clothes, snorts as he totally forgot about the ceremony and he thanks Alesandro that remembered it to him, smiles and once he was out starts to change as fast as he can without shame to be naked front of the slaves

A person Was staring at the blindfolded girl as she was led off to some ceremony. When a bit of meat was offered by Adilah between his fingers he lowers his face and took the little morsel with his teeth then eats

Alesandro and Adilah Pledge to the Home Stone

That person steps forward after he finally find the way for the Home stone part and looks at the two women and man already there: "Tal Sir and Ladies

That stranger smiled to her friend. "Well, many are already sworn, you should be grateful you were not at the first... I was stood on that spot over there for about six Ahn and then got dragged back to do something with bread. It was a little embarrassing." She turned hearing more footsteps behind her and smiled to the pair of Slavers, "Tal all, please feel free to wander in, I am not sure why I am guarding the door."

Rowena (rowan.held) felt the sun on her flesh, barely covered flesh, the breezes that blew around.  She could smell flowers, the salted air.  But sight and sound eluded her.  Each feeling along her flesh was heightened and it was adding to the confusion as she did not know how to function with the onslaught of tactile sensation on her body.  She stumbled every few steps, no idea where they were, where they were going, knowing only that he was leading her by leash, somewhere, out in the city.  Voices around her were muffled, unidentifiable and that sense of panic swelled once more within each thud of her still-racing heart.  Beneath every confusion thought that pummeled her mind, was the awareness that in such state she was wholly dependent on the slaver.

An unknown person flinched slightly at the sudden male voice that came from behind her. She slowly glanced behind her at the two men and collection of slaves before looking back towards Bailey." Hmm, Oh I can imagine. " She leaned in and dropped her voice." I won't lie. I wandered by to do it a few times, but too many people. Quieter the better." She chuckled some and moved on inside.

That individual accepted the offer. "thank you Lady." he murmured and waked in slave at his heels. He would kneel her just inside and hook her to a slave ring, before he closed the distance.

That person walks in after Alesandro and once there locks their leash to the ring on the wall caressing first one so the other hair and smiling while steps closer to the home stone, even if proud he was emotional and takes a long deep breath looking first Alesandro and so the other around

Someone's eyes narrowed on the woman in blue as she walked in and stood outside the curtains to the Initiates living quarters. Looking away from her he turned to the steps, motioning with his hand for his companion to move out the way. "Greetings sirs, Lady..." looking once more to Tassy then back to the group. "We will start shortly, I ask that all free stand to my right." His right arm turning outwards to where Tassy stood near. "And all slave to my left." his left arm moving towards the side with the purple curtains.

An unknown person glanced around the room, her attention being caught by the pool that she could see through the purple curtains. She eyed it till she noticed Kari giving her a few looks. She glanced towards him, her own veiled gaze narrowing towards him, for who knew what reason.

That individual moved the girl over to the other slaves and fastened her again.  He then returned to his former place.  Composed and quiet, the man seemed sombre, and very serious.

That person looks at the huge stone near to him and starts to think fo a moment, looks so to Kari with pride before looks at the woman closer to him, offers a smile before turn again becoming serious

Rowena (rowan.held): She felt him guiding her somewhere else, and back to her knees.  The more voices she heard muffled, the more stressed she became, but beneath that stress was, finally, the start of a feeling of irritation.  His touch removed from her, the one thing that had been holding her sanity together in the darkness to which he had consigned her?  She had only the choice of slipping into the abyss or finding some means of pulling herself together.

Someone walked a bit closer to the stone and placed his hand upon it. He wouldn't wait for more to show up, for his sake and everyone else. "Greetings, once more sirs and lady. I am glad to see familiar and new faces here that are willing to take the oath and pledge to this home stone. - I know that you all know the importance of this rock, but nonetheless; The land we all reside on is a living, breathing individual that encompasses all the core values that each and every one of us in this room shares. Loyalty, family, freedom, and everything else. The love you invest into this city will become the soul of this city. And this stone here represents our sovereignty and claim to this land that we call home. This stone, is a symbol of said soul of Athos, it is the object upon which your citizenship lies and our community is built." His hand would slip down from the rock before he went to the table behind him to pick up the dagger that would be used for the ceremony. "It's usually high caste first, but seeing as the

Someone:  lady here..." pointing at her with the blade, one would of mistaken it for an ominous threat "is the only one of high caste, I'm not sure if you men would like to go after her or not?" His eyes looking between Alesandro and Adilah

An unknown person felt the slaver's gaze upon her and she glanced to her left, only to give him a slightly narrowed look. Her attention then moved to the large stone. Kari then grabbed her attention and she eyed the blade a moment before glancing between the two men. She hadn't thought about that aspect of things, and sure wasn't going to speak up...just yet.

That individual  dipped his head slightly.  "Caste is important, as important as our cities and our language.  Of course the higher castes would swear first." he replied with  appropriate humility

That person looks to Kari and nods so to Alesandro's words: "high caste first indeed Sir" Looks to Arella and so back to Kari, even if was a lower caste for sure was visible the pride in his gaze

That stranger wove between them to her usual position, standing so she faced the stone and the others gathered. She looked between them, feeling that usual swell of emotion that usually accompanied a Home Stone swearing. Idly her thumb traced the scar from her own ceremony as she watched on in silence.

Someone: - "I count myself lucky. I stand before men of honor..." He smiled politely to the two of them. "Very well then, Lady Tassy, please step forward." Kari stood there and looked at the woman, thinking how deep of a cut he should make in the woman's palm.

An unknown person blinked a few times as she glanced from one slaver to the next. Of course they would offer her up to the man with the blade first. She shifted her masked gaze back towards Kari once more. She swallowed hard and didn't move for a few moments, but finally the walking rug was in motion. She approached him and simply stared at him, her gaze more visible to him at the distance. " Very kind of the men." She would state in a rather flat tone.

That person looks careful what was going on holding his gaze between Kari and Tassy holding his chest out proud

That individual would have rolled his eyes if he could have heard her thoughts.  Rank had it's prices, and she was paying for hers.  He  was unworried about it all, and remained quiet on the side

Someone nodded his head. "Indeed." Placing the handle of the dagger in his mouth, there was something that slipped the man's mind. He would take a moment to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to about elbow length then grab the handle of the dagger once more, didn't want to get messy now; although that wouldn't help with the rest of the white shirt... His left hand would raise to about the lady's chest level. "Lady Tassy place your hand in mine. Then I will ask that once blood is drawn you repeat these lines after placing your hand on the stone. ''I Tassy of the scribes, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone' "

An unknown person's eyes went slightly wider as she watched him roll up his sleeves, this was never a good sign in her mind. Her gaze narrowed slightly and she started to lift her left hand up, but a sudden change of mind had her lift the right up, the glove being removed before the pale hand was placed within his. " not too deep." she muttered low towards him.

That person listens very careful and looks between the two before lets his eyes moves first to Alesandro and so to the Ubara offering a smile before turns back to listen and see what soon will be his time to do

That individual watched and waited. .

Someone took the thumb of the blade and pressed it down against the woman's open palm. He would only use enough force to break the skin since she was being paranoid; his plan had worked. Sliding the balde about a half a hort's length across, he looked to see the blood then nodded and stepped back. His right hand would gesture to the stone so that the lady may proceed and recite the oath so that he may turn and get a piece of bread and a pinch of salt from the table.

An unknown person focused closely upon the blade, watching each movement of it as it glided across her palm. Her mind churned with thoughts of infection and such as she tried to jerk it back a tad early. Once her hand was released she pulled it back to eye the blood for a moment before remembering what was going on. She turned and stepped over to the cage, passing her hand through the bars to rest her hand upon the stone as she spoke in the usual dry tone. ''I Tassy of the scribes, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone" She removed her hand and turned to eye kari, knowing full well the salt and bread were next and she wasn't going to make the same mistake with the salt as she did last time.

That person looks at her movements while listens so her words, a little smile appears on his lips before looks back to the Ubar

Someone made sure that the salt was held in the hand that would be above te lady's freshly cut skin. It was his plan all along for the salt to reach her wound. Lifting both hand, one holding the piece of bread and the other the pinch of salt. "I offer you the bread and salt of Athos. feed on the bread of our city and place the salt in the brazier as I offer you the fire of my Home Stone."

That individual glanced at the slaves making sure they were remaining well behaved, as was his captive, all seemed well so he looked back to the ceremony.

An unknown person's gaze narrowed as she eyed the two offered items. She had made the mistake of salt in the fresh cut once already, and sure wasn't something she wanted to do again. She reached up and took the bread in her right hand, before stepping slightly beside him, her gloved left hand extended to take the salt. The bread was shoved under the layers of fabric and found her mouth like someone who hadn't eaten in ages, and once she had the salt she stepped over and dropped it into the brazier. As she turned back around towards Kari, she dusted her hands together to get off the left over salt, which only lead to what he wanted and a small grunt to escape her.

Someone smiled politely then motioned with his right hand to his companion. "If you'd be so kind lady to step aside, I will proceed with one of the sirs." dipping his head respectfully then looking at her as he rose it back up. "Welcome once again to Athos, this time... as a citizen." was his final words to her before moving on.

An unknown person's lips were pressing hard together behind the layers as she pulled her glove back on and gave a nod towards him. " Thank you." she mumbled out as she turned and retreated to settle beside Bailey a deep sigh escaping her.

That person looks between the two not sure what was going on but tilts his head and looks now to Alesandro

That individual looked to his Caste brother, and nodded, stepping forward, he met Kari's eyes directly, as his smile faded, his hand held palm upward, and steady

Someone: - "Now sirs..." he said while holding the dagger in one hand and the tip of the blade against his free index finger. He was about to ask who was next but it seems like Alesandro had already volunteered. "You have done great work in the kennels sir. I have yet to hear any complaints about you, a far cry from those who have come before you that bare your same caste colors. I am humbled by your decision to swear to our home stone." Smiling slightly as he gripped the man's hand and then raised the dagger to create a small slit in the man's palm. "Repeat these lines after placing your hand on the stone. 'I Alesandro of the slavers, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone'"

That person looks to his Caste brother and smiles puffing out his chest proud of their Caste and listening the Ubar's words

That individual felt the skin part under the keen edge of the steel, the wound a shallow one, a hint of pride at the man's words to him.  He took the step toward the stone, placing the bloody palm upon it.  He could feel the solemnity of the moment, as he made his own oath.  "I Alesandro of the Castee of Slavers, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone" it was the oaths that set them apart, it was the love men bore to their Home Stones, to their Cities that helped to make them great.  A smear of his life, now merged with the crystalline nature of the stone as he withdrew his hand and turned back to face Kari once again.

Someone had turned to go get the bread and salt and reached back to the man as soon as he returned to where he stood before. Lifting both arms up, one hand clenched with te pinch of salt and the other holding the piece of bread. "I offer you the bread and salt of Athos. feed on the bread of our city and place the salt in the brazier as I offer you the fire of my Home Stone."

That individual took the bread with his left, and the salt upon his right, his eyes meeting Kari's again. 

The lift to one corner of his mouth, bringing a dimple up on the same cheek.  "Thank you." he answered sincerely, "I accept your benevolence." he popped the bread in his maw and made his way to the brazier, where he spilled the bloodied salt upon the burning charcoal, before settling near Bailey and Tassy

That person takes a long deep breath while looks so to Alesandro and now back to Kari moving a step forward to face him, so offers up his calloused hand and looks deep into his eyes

Someone dipped his head in a dignified manner as the man walked pass him then waited for him to stand near his companion before looking to Adilah "You may step forward sir" Kari called out to the man.

That person takes a long deep breath while looks so to Alesandro and now back to Kari moving a step forward to face him, so offers up his calloused hand and looks deep into his eyes

An unknown person walked into the place to see what was going on after noticing a good amount of people. She glanced over giving Rowena a wave then observed the free people too.

Someone nodded to the man then turned to retrieve the ceremonial dagger once more. As he came back to the man, Kari held his left hand up but had something to say before he gave the man instruction. "As with Alesandro, I haven't heard any complaints about you either even though you've been here for only a short time. But I've come to find that those with ill intentions make that clear without hesitation. It is my hopes that you and Alesandro will bring prosperity to the City kennels." with that said, Kari would continue. "Sir Adilah place your hand in mine. Then I will ask that once blood is drawn you repeat these lines after placing your hand on the stone. 'I Adilah of the slavers, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone'"

That person listens careful the Ubar's words and nods a few time looking deep into his eyes before moves his hand up to the Ubar's without hesitation, takes a deep breaht and nods a few time

Someone slowly placed the edge of the blade against the man's palm then lifted the handle as he pressed down into his skin. Paying close attention to see if the blade had drawn blood before he slid it diagonally across his palm. Once he was satisfied with the cut Kari stepped back and motioned for the man to proceed. He would wait for him to recite the oath before going for the bread and salt

That person feels the cuts on the skin and holds his hand still without shame or fear, steps so close to the Home Stone and puts is hand through the bars so to touch the stone, so with baritone and firm voice repeat with proud voice: "I Adilah of the Caste of Slavers, swear to the Home Stone of Athos, to serve my caste and my city with loyalty and compassion to the best of my ability. I will share with my fellow citizens the salt, the fire, and bread of my Home Stone'. takes a deep breath and moves back to face Kari once again looking deep in his eyes.

Someone holding out the piece of bread and the pinch of salt, "I offer you the bread and salt of Athos. feed on the bread of our city and place the salt in the brazier as I offer you the fire of my Home Stone." A quick glance to his left to see if there was others waiting but there wasn't. Kari knew there were others looking to pledge but i seems they couldn't make it. The man just might have to hold some impromptu ceremonies during the weekdays

That person takes the piece of bread between his calloused fingers and takes the so the salt, moves closer to the brazier and eat the bread just an Ihn before drops the salt into the Brazier, a shivers runs through his spine while takes a deep breath and speaks a whisper "home sweet home" before moves next to Alesandro

An unknown person glanced over at the slavers, kari and finally bailey. She leaned in and muttered low to her friend." You know he didn't have anything nice to say about me...how rude."

That individual gave a nudge to his caste brother, pleased that the two of them had done this together.

That person winks to Alesandro and smiles nodding a bit proud of being with him to do such important thing

That stranger looked to the trio, "Excellent," she cut her eyes over to Arella. "At least he did not have anything nasty to say, which considering your week is an improvement, I think." Beneath her veil she smirked, her eyes twinkled with mischief.

An unknown person's brows furrowed together towards her. " What is that suppose to mean?" She grumbled some. The day before it was the magistrate and now the ubara. She had no idea what she had done in the last week, or atleast what people were saying she had done. Her arms folded against her chest.

An unknown person observed the interesting custom and slowly backed out of the room, moving down stairs to get something to eat. She had never seen a ceremony like this and found it interesting.

Someone walked to place the dagger back on it's pedestal before he dusted his hands off from the remnants of the salt and took his time to carefully roll his sleeves down. "Yes, I think most people would rather nothing said at all than something negative being said... especially with recent free women events..." finishing his fixing of clothing he looked up to the woman. "Besides, you and I have known each other for far too long. Think of it like a parent; only the youngest get spoiled. No one ever 'babys' the oldest." Chuckling a bit then placing his hands behind his back. "Once again, I'd like to welcome you all as Citizen to the City. It is an honor that... some have chosen to throw away, but that's just how gor is in recent times I'm sure none of you find that to be alarming." a sarcastic, cmug look on his face as he rocked back and forth slightly on his feet.

That person nods a few time and grins hearing his words: "thank you for the honor and to allow me to be a Citizen my Ubar" smiles while stretches a bit licking a little his palm so to clean the blood from it

That individual gave a sardonic grin back to Kari at his observation.  "Perhaps the blood of our fathers has become overly diluted with that of the slave planet"  As a slaver how could he not know of the slave planet, when so many of the ignorant two legged animals passed through his care.  "I am honoured by my Home, Kari"

That stranger gave Arella a sheepish look. "Well, you can be a little prickly at times, that does not make me less fond of you, but I fear you will not be winning nicest citizen of the year any time soon? Yes... yes.." she protested, "I know that these people are not without fault and no, free women should not be shacked up with men outside of companionship, but well... they expect smiles and flowers and not the truth." Bailey waffled like she usually did, she was sure an un-approving glance would be coming from her companion, she did not meet his eye. She did, however, bob her head at the sentiment that came from him.

Rowena (rowan.held) had stayed silent during the ceremony, not as a matter of respect but as the full weight of what was going on settled over her.  Blinded by the cloth about her eyes, hearing voices but not knowing who was speaking save for the two slavers... it was like a personal message from Alesandro to Rowena - this was as close as she would ever get to the claiming of a Home Stone, something he would ensure she never had the chance to do.  Disoriented, bereft, she could do nothing but kneel there as silent tears soaked the edge of the blindfold.

An unknown person glanced slightly towards Kari as he spoke, a few huffs escaping her. " Indeed." was all she responded to him at that moment, though her gaze had narrowed in his direction. She glanced back at the slavers a moment, her face contorting as one licked the blood from his hand." Disgusting." she muttered before glancing to Bailey. A gloved hand rose and waved dismissively in the air." Well I am not here to comfort their delicate sensibilities, I am here to share the truth. What proper scribe would wish to spread a lie? She slightly looked back towards Kari." That reminds me. Tell me, what is your position within the city?"

Someone: - "Me?" the man said while lifting his arm to his chest and pointing at his face with his index finger. "I'm just a simple warrior, my duty is to the people, of course." His brows lifted a bit as a grin crept up at the corners of his mouth.

That person tilts his head a little listening their words and ohhh he wont lose that as he looks between them, a little grin appear on his lips as could see the face of the woman while he lick the blood and he stays still listening very careful while whispers to Alesandro: "i will be down in a moment or two i  think"

That individual headed toward the exit the shallow cut well clotted, as he grasped his leash under the girl's chin, the coppery smell of blood might be detected by his Rowena.  "Stand" he said in his quiet way, helping her to her feet.  He looked back toward the others as if to ask, anything else?

Rowena (rowan.held) heard the word, recognized the voicoe and the movement of the leash.  She could smell that metallic scent in the air.  A soft whimpered sob choked in her throat.  She had no idea who was there, but the movement made her acutely aware of what was decorating her body.  She said absolutely nothing

(NOTE: “vision” was restored here for a short time)

αгєℓℓα ℓυηαşєα (arella.ohmai)'s gaze narrowed as she shifted to face him a bit better." A simple warrior, that is addressed as Ubar? Or are you an administrator? I have heard both titles when it comes to you. I am curious as to which is the proper one?" Her brow lifted behind the fabrics as she observed kari rather closely. She wanted to know if the magistrate was as much of a fool as she thought he was.

Kari McCloud (crusadur) turned to look at Alesandro and lifted a hand then shook it gently from side to side several times. "No sir, that is all. Thanks for your time. I look forward to our next meeting." Giving one last reaffirming nod before looking back to Tassy. "Ubar, you are correct. A title that I rarely use, yes... I have my reasons. Although, I'm surprise people refer to me as administrator; but there is only a thin line of difference between the two so I can see why..."

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) called back, "As do I, Kari" and with that he turned to lead his captive from the room, heading back toward his home for a little bit of quiet time.

Conrad Skehan (carolusv) grinned happily at the idea of a family fishing trip, as they had done before long ago, something he had always enjoyed "Aye, i think that is a great idea, we could all go fishing and take the slaves with us" he said in response to his father's question "And as to the woman i mentioned, she isn't from Athos" he said, reluctant to say much more about it as his father would surely not agree to him seeing someone like that. He noticed Shaielle's shawl as well and nodded "Aye, quite lovely a shawl, Shai"

Shaielle Elentiya Skehan (tiara.platthy): Shaielle blushed with the compliment of Rein..."Oh thank you... I am glad you liked it love." she said and her eyes gleamed. "A fishing trip?!" she clapped happily. "I would love that also. You know I like it alot. She then moved closer to Rein. "I am not taking more responsibilies. I am just thinking Inn is very far from the merchant area, and it would be easier for me to be closer. Thats all my companion. But if you say no, Then it is ok." she explained

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was heading home after the ceremony, the girl still lost in the dark of blindfold, his hand under her chin the only guidance she had as they moved down stairs and across plazas. "Tal" he offered to the three as he passed through.

Rowena (rowan.held): She was just beyond the edge of sanity, tethered to what remained by nothing but his hand upon her chin.  She had no idea where they were, who might be around... even her steps, depended upon the slaver.  She could feel everything as if it were 100 times more potent; sight taken from her, the sense of touch was more acute, breezes felt like caresses, the silk on her body felt like an intimate touch.  She could not even trust her voice to form words, she was overwhelmed by what she was experiencing and questions and fears bubbled in her mind, the place she had been forced into by the blindfold.

Reinhart R. Skehan (reinhartrose): Reinhart listened to Conrad's agreement on the fishing trip and nodded, "Well then, let's organize one soon. We can go tomorrow if you all alike.." he said to keep their excitement going and then looked to Conrad, "I am also looking for someone who will be able to take charge of the port authority building, your name came to my mind. Do you think you will have time for such beside the merchant magistrate duties? that place has a nice office too." He then answered to Shaielle's question regarding the inn, "Well then we need to look for a new innkeeper. Let's find one first before you take up another business beside assisting me." HE said and then noticed that the slaver was here, "Ah Tal Sir, how goes it with the kennels? have you met the new slaver?" He then also noticed the chained slave that came with him and observed her head to toe.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gave an easy smile back to Reinhart, "you mean Adilah? If so, then yes I have." was his reply, he could not help but over hear what was said about the inn, and  he cheerfully threw his cousin under the wagon for that.  "I have a family member who has joined me here in Athos, perhaps she might find the job of Inn Keep to be of interest" he suggested in a bland fashion as if he knew she would just love the position.

Conrad Skehan (carolusv) heard someone greet them and he turned to look who it was "Tal" he said in response before returning his attention to his father "A fishing trip is always welcome, i'll be ready when you are" he said happily. At the mention of the port authority he nodded slowly, listening "I thought the port and wharf would be responsibility of the caste of warriors. But if it is ceded to us then sure, if that is your wish, i can do it. Which reminds me.." he added speaking slowly as he remembered an earlier conversation "I heard that a trading company has docked at the wharf for repairs.. the Herlit company or something. Do we have some sort of understanding with them?" he asked his father

Rowena (rowan.held) whimpered softly, the heat of humiliation colored her face, unlikely to be noticed behind the blindfold wet with her quiet tears.  Dressed as a slave, more than aware they were in public, and helpless against the stares, not even aware of who might be looking at her.  She was strung higher than a wild tarn and at the same time exhausted from the ahns long assualt on her senses, the adrenaline that had surged in rebellion and finally been depleted.  She heard voices around her, not knowing them or really getting a sense of where they were coming from, and she was too afraid to even more, though she wanted nothing more than to be dressed, to be hidden.  Her head was tipped downward, shoulders slightly slumped - yes, the slaver knew well what he was doing, he had found the means of breaking her will and making her realize just how vulnerable she truly was.

Shaielle Elentiya Skehan (tiara.platthy): Shaielle nodded kindly to the slaver she has never formally meet before. "Greetings Sir, I am Shaielle, Companion to Reinhart." she introduced herself. Her eyes narrowed when she heard conrad. "The Crimson Herlit?" she asked "Or just herlit?"

Reinhart R. Skehan (reinhartrose): "Ah please introduce the family member you mentioned to my companion here, Alesandro. She can give her an orientation to the inn and help her with paperworks if everything works out..." He then heard Conrad speaking about the willingness to run that place and nodded, "Aye, in the last council meeting the Ubar and I were in agreement that it should be a merchant who needs to run that palce. And no, no trading company communicated with me. Probably they came after I retired yesterday. Why don't you deal with them as your first responsibility at the port authority, son? I would love that if you do." He glanced over to the slave girl once again noticing the blindfold that she was wearing but did not interfere in the slaver's business to ask about it. He then heard that Shaielle introduced herself and asked about the trading company. HE simply smiled a bit.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked to Shaielle, "Alesandro" he introduced himself.  "I think he refers to the Tilted Herlit Commission, Lady Shaielle" he supplied.  "A boy has been loitering here, claims he belongs to them and that they are looking for his Master" and then to Reinhart.  "Of course sir.  I will do so."

Conrad Skehan (carolusv) shook his head at Shai, still thinking, he had had the intention to write it down but forgot as he got distracted at the wharf the other day "Nay, not crimson.. just herlit something" he said to her. He noticed she had narrowed her eyes and wondered if she knew more about it.  He listened to his father and nodded "It's a merchant's matter then, that suits me fine. As to the traders, i already looked but didn't see any strangers at the wharf. And i'm not sure if they are trading here or only here for repairs. But anyway i'll look into the matter" he said in agreement to his father's wishes. He heard the slaver and nodded slowly, not sure about the name he mentioned but it seemed to add up

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) took her where he wanted to, the sound of the surf hitting the seawall mixed with the creak and groan of ships at wharf, the door he unknotted and pulled the leather free, stepping in and leading her in behind him, closing and barring the door.  He spoke not at all as he led her deeper into his domicile, up the steps and through to his bed.  Yeah he had plans for his captive, plans she would not easily wriggle free from.

Rowena (rowan.held) stumbled again, steps were unsure and unsteady, but the sound of the waves was heard.  She felt like she was being crushed again, like her lungs could not fully expand and her heart would beat right out of her chest.  She still did not speak, at that moment fearing his reaction to anything but her complete silence.  She bumped against the wall, up the stairs, tried to reach out but still her arms were caught in the sirik, she sobbed again, softly, terrified that she was being led somewhere awful like an auction block - nevermind there was no brand on her thigh, she wasn't thinking clearly enough to be 'business minded' at the moment.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) unlinked the chain between wrist and ankle, he then centered his Rowena at the foot of his bed, and carefully stretched her fully until her heels just barely met the floor.  He then dropped her leash and said.  "There you go Sir.  I hope she pleases you." and then he stepped away.  Yes the man was evil in many ways.  The girl would have no idea who was where or was near enough to touch her.

Rowena (rowan.held) felt him release the chains only to be pulled taut, her form stretched.  All the words she had not said?  At hearing his words she cried out "no, please.. no..  I'll.. I'll behave, oh Kings please, no", she jerked in the chains with all of her might, but of course it did no good.  Tears poured, panic rocketed to a level she did not even know was possible.  She struggled like a woman possessed, terrified.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) slid on a pair of very thin tarsk skin gloves, the supple skin would give her a hint of disconnect, he shed his tunic, standing there bare chested, she would hear the rustle of clothing and her mind might very well spin into violent circles.  Standing next to her, she might hear the soft glide of his foot as he approached.  One hand going to her hip and easing in a slow process up her ribs, his palm pressing gently to her elbow, and then coming back down, to rest on her hip again, his other started at her shoulder, and moved down as far as the peak of her tit, and there it stopped and plucked, like a berry, pulling into a sharper and sharper point.  Slow twists and turns, bringing it into a plump crimson state.  His head came forward, and  downward, as he drew the other point into his mouth, capturing the rutched flesh between his teeth, and laving it with his tongue

Rowena (rowan.held) was all but convinced she was about to be beaten, she could not understand why she was positioned as she was.  Terror was misfiring in her mind.  She heard something but.. could not tell what.  That some stranger might touch her was beyond her grasp, but she heard the steps coming close..  "OH please, please", she sobbed, whispering "please".  When the hand touched her hip, it felt.. unnatural, not like flesh and it moved over her, making her body try to jerk back from its exploration.  The other hand on her shoulder, oh kings, how many men were in the room, who was in the room.. She jerked and pulled, trying to break free.  What was happening.. what.. who.. what... questions tumbled over questions, none with answers.  When fingers grasped her nipple, she froze.  She had no word for what happened in her mind as the flesh grew firm and round.  She was just barely aware of that fact when warm wet lips latched to the other one, teeth holding it as a soft warm tongue pressed over it.  Something else shot up her spine with the fear and her body stiffened, trying to pick through the cacophony in her head to find anything to hold on to.  Once more, she pleaded softly "please", the sound buried in the sobs of fright and confusion.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no ears for her pleas.  It was time to awaken her, his hand on her hip slid toward her unguarded heat. The smooth leather skimmed across her innocent flesh, splitting her lips and then moving forward until the slickened leather pressed on her nub.  The pressure was strong enough to feel deeply but not to the point of pain, and then.  Slowly, he made small circles against it.  His tongue stabbing against her point, while his other hand chaffed, reddening her skin, making it highly sensitive.  He breathed out, twin jets of heat that passed on either side of her tit, the bite nearly painful in it's strength, and unfortunately for him, the entire situation had his cock hard enough to drive nails with

Rowena (rowan.held): there was a moment, maybe 3 ihns.. everything flashed behind her covered eyes.  The companion she thought who would one day do this, the Home Stone she thought she would swear to - all stripped away by the slaver, and now by some man who's face she did not even know who touched her.  What happened next was ... inexplicable.  It felt like slow motion, his hand moved between her legs, fingers that delved between the soft lips of her sex and slowly slid forward.  The instant his finger touched that bundle off nerves, her hips rutted forward slightly.  Oh Kings, his tongue on her nipple... oh.. oh... his touch pressed in, circling that small pearl and what had been a small rut of her hips became nearly a convulsion as something unnameable felt like it had .. grabbed her by the spine and shaken her.  Teeth.. biting in, not painful but a contrast to whatever the touch between her thighs was.  Her head turned side to side, bound helpless there as hands she did not know made themselves familiar with her flesh in ways she had never even know.  Proof of the inherent reaction of her female body was in the glisten on her lips, something she, in all her frozen years, had never experiences until the slaver had touched her days earlier, that feeling of wetness between her legs.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) continued his assault, he had no intention of bringing her the release her flesh would crave.  Nope.  All she was getting was a good and proper wake up.  Let her think he stood aside watching her, while another woke her needs.  The rubbing of his digits gently chaffing the flesh, soon it would develop an extreme tenderness. He moved his finger back through her glistening lips joining it with a second, and probed deftly into her unopened well.  Just his tips slipping in, pulling back, pushing in again, feeling the gentle stretch of her innocent hole.  As she stirred to life, his thumb moving back to her nub, rubbing it with skilled care.  He could feel her as the sensations broke through her, against her, over her.  He was good at what he did, and took great pleasure in his carefully crafted assault.

Rowena (rowan.held) moaned, the feel of his fingers  slipping into her.. utterly unknown to her mind.  The sound she made seemed like it came from someone else.  And in the back of her mind was that consuming fear, the knowledge that the slaver was not there, or not talking to her... what.. what if he.. .was watching?  She sobbed again, during the entire day, he had been the thing that kept her from completely losing her mind, no small irony as it was he who had put her in that position in the first place.  The gloved hand rubbed over her sex, she couldn't really know -what- was happening, but she felt... heat.. raging heat... between her legs and the feel that, like her nipples, parts between her legs where he touched were .. swelling.  Each time fingers entered her, she clenched, trying to draw her legs up.  Just when she found some small sense of rhythm with that feeling, the hand would stop and move back to that engorged nub of nerves and make her body shake again.  "please.. i .. i.. ", she had no words, no concepts of what was being done to her, she was as helpless as had been decided for her, and the feelings in her body were not to be ignored for all that she did not understand.  She would start to relax, only to have the touch change and she would tense again, only to be carried forward on that ride of his hand again.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stopped his hands and mouth all together where withdrawn, and he watched in silence.  Her breath a soft roar, the throb of her pulse, the quiver of her mouth. She was so vulnerably and helplessly beautiful, that she took his breath away.  He just remained there, watching, waiting, the smell of her musk filing his room, the stimulation cage at hand, awaiting only her occupation of it.  He had to move himself, his cock hard enough to hurt at this point.  Once he had her back in her chaste cell, he would be raping his little Murron.

Rowena (rowan.held): whispers: She had been about to plead for it to stop, like reading her mind.. hands withdrew from her body.  That... was even worse.  She sobbed again, so befuddled, so lost.  She felt utterly alone, devoid of simple humanity and an ache inside of her that was tearing through her like what she imagined the sear of a brand felt like.  Her eyes opened behind the blindfold, searching the blackness of her sight for some hint of what was happening to her, some answer to a question she did not know how to ask.  Even after the hand had withdrawn from her, small hips thrust forward, seeking more.  She did not know the scent in the air, unaware it was from her, a sign of need she did not know existed.  She had only an inkling that there was something more, that what was happening to her was only the start of something that would burn through her, destroying everything she had been - but.. maybe.. in that desolation, something new would bloom to life.  She uttered that one word again, but the quality of it was different, it was.. the plea it was meant to be "please", uttered from soft lips below the edge of the blindfold, her form bound to the frame of the bed, helpless, exposed... and needy for something, but what - she did not know.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) withdrew slightly, the gloves removed and dropped on the bed behind her.  He eased away, the floor cooperating and not creaking.  He stood for a moment, and then paced forward, the girl could feel him near  her, his body giving off a heat signature.  His hands on her arm, lifting and releasing her. He connected her wrists back to their short chain  to her ankles, he actually set them lower in the links, so she could not raise them above her waist.  He still had not spoken, and the trembling quivers that rivered through her told him all he might need to know.  Softened, heated, and now she could be left to cool, but he would first ensure she was belted.  His hand settled on her leash, close to her chin as he would guide her from his home and back to the kennels.  

Rowena (rowan.held) sobbed again, released from where she had been restrained, unknown hands that had explored her body.  She was weak in the knees, again, and absolutely a mess in her head.  She pressed toward the hands that took her, supple and needy, though she did not know it was her body's way of trying to find some resolution to the fire in her belly.  It was when he touched her chin, something she had become familiar with that day, that she knew it was the slaver once again.  She had.. questions.. so many questions, and though he was the cause of the change in her life, he was the only one she thought to ask - but, she stayed silent, knowing he saw her as nothing but coins in his pocket, figuring.. he would not welcome her questions..  Hands bound with even less movement, she stumbled again as she was lead out of the room of wherever she was, more afraid now of what would come next, than what had just happened.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) led her back to the kennels, taking a seat upstairs, he pulled the blindfold free and permitted her to see once again, only after he had drawn her into his lap.  When her vision cleared her heat would be resting on his covered cock, and his eyes would be studying her, seeking to read her as she unravelled in his arms.  "Speak" he told her, freeing her from her silence as well as her darkness, her isolation.

Rowena (rowan.held): every step taken felt like a step closer to doom, to some deeper darkness she did not know could exist.  She wanted to throw up, her belly was tied in knots as tight as the ones that wanted to unravel in her mind.  She smelled the scent of the kennels, the straw from the pens, the stew in the kitchen... and she  felt herself pulled into his lap.  She had been about to beg to have the blindfold off when he took it from her eyes, once again as if he could read her mind.  There was a shock that registered, seeing just how she was settled over his lap, but more?  The shock of the realization that her hips pressed closer to him.  His gaze was more than she could bear, there was humiliation in her painted cheeks, but not... exactly.  More perhaps a shyness.  She buried her face against his shoulder, not even thinking that he might knock her away.  Her eyes could not handle the brightness of the room and she was, again, simply overwhelmed.  Her breath was fast, shallow and ineffective, her pulse could be seen at the hollow of her throat.  The only thing that came from her lips?  "Thank you", heartfelt, tremulous and fearful, her thanks for removing the blindfold, of all things - not rage for what he had put her through, not anger at what she had lost, no it was the simple kindness of allowing her to see again that eclipsed what she would have felt had the day been given to her with her sight.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) held her, she would not feel coddled, but rather, the firm embrace of one to whom she could only belong to.  It was a strong embrace, uncompromising, as he let her hide from the stark light after her long immersion in darkness.  "You are welcome, my Rowena" no mocking, no dark taint, just the simple fact of his possession of her, the hint of a caress as her name passed his lips.  She was his, and bit by bit, she would be drawn into his web until she knew she had to submit, so that she could be free to love him, so that she would know, he valued her, only for herself, not for her father's wealth, or the usefulness of her womb, but wholly and utterly for just herself.

Rowena (rowan.held): When his arms went around her, she cracked again, this time.. it was every thought she had torment her during the day... spilling from her eyes like liquid diamonds against his shoulder.  Her small form shook in his lap and at the same time she could not stop thinking about what it meant to be in his lap, how.. she had seen his cock in the bath house mirror... now left wondering things that would have been unthinkable ahns earlier.  He had told her to speak, but... on what?  To reveal what was going on in her mind, her body?  Was that the sort of thing a man actually wanted to hear?  Ehns passed and the sobs slowed.  Almost in pain she pulled back from his shoulder, trying to reach up to wipe her hands only to find the sirik was even shorter now.  Tear-stained face turned upward to him, and for the first time she made no effort to hide herself from the gaze of a slaver, of ~this~ slaver..  Her voice was weak, timid and wholly unlike anything he had ever come from her mouth before, just two simple words. "I'm ... afraid".  No, it wasn't a plea for sympathy or kindness, it was the baring of her soul now stripped of all defenses.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) cupped her tear-stained face.  His thumbs gently stroked the dampness from her cheekbones.  His green eyes saw her, as no one had ever dared to see her.  "I know, Rowena." He murmured. "I know." He then pressed his lips to her forehead, a chaste sort of kiss for a slaver to give to his captive, yet that was what she was allowed for now.  He was building chains around her, taking and giving her just what she needed.  She was his Rowena, and he was pleased with the changes he had wrought in her today.  "You may take away what you choose, but for now, you are Mine." There should be a space just his size within her, a gap that he would bridge, becoming what she needed, although she may not realize it yet.

Rowena (rowan.held): She looked at him, not looking away, and not with the clouded cold gaze of a free woman, rather.. her eyes sought his from the perspective of something coming to life within the frozen wasteland that had been within her, thawing by the ihn.  Fear and confusion but also wonder and curiosity.  When he leaned to kiss her forehead, she bowed her head forward slightly.  There was something in the way he said her name, it was not the same .. harsh utterance.... he had used before. Once again, her breathing sped up, became more shallow.  Through that awful day, he had been her tether, the one thing she knew was there - except.... for.. yeah, that.  At least, as far as she knew, he had left her there alone with someone she had no idea who it was.  She was just beginning to explore the edges of what he said, realizing it was possible that the reason she fought him so hard.. was because her soul recognized him.  She nodded at his words, not that she had a choice, she understood in that moment, he owned her.  there was.. only one thing she could say, the words strangled by the fear of them without even grasping quite what it fully meant "yes...... my Master".

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) felt her acceptance of her station.  And.  He could if he chose shatter the remains of her world, lock his true steel on her throat, reeve the last bits of her freedom.  Yet.  He sensed so much more fire, flames that would leap to life more fully if he left them banked for now, letting her pot simmer longer, build up a better head of steam.  Yes.  She needed time, to understand fully what her confession meant.  She would one day beg for the brand and for love, but for now, she was awash in too many emotions, and, somehow he knew if he forced it on her too soon, she could shatter like a poorly tempered blade.  He stroked her, gentling her down.  "You will learn, in time, just what that means, my Rowena" he promised her.

Rowena (rowan.held): There was a sense of peace in her, something she had never truly known, always keeping a part of herself apart - having always been allowed by those around her, to keep those pieces of herself apart.  They had wrapped about her like the jaws of a Thalarion, slowly killing her all while she thought it was what kept her safe.  She knew there would be things ahead that she did not want, a brand.. likely... she would be taught fear of his whip.  Little tremors coursed through her, reminding her of what had been done to her in some unknown place, by unknown hands - was there more than .. that, too?  When he touched her,  stroking her body like a kaiila trainer, she did calm slowly down.  Her lids fluttered, she felt... safe.  She should have asked him.. what she was to call him.  The truth was, that word had burst through her mind earlier, in that room, wherever it was..... she had nearly called out "Master", terrified and having no concept of what it would have meant at that time, she only knew... alone with the stranger, she had thought only of him, of needing him to be there to keep her sane.  And now she was in his lap, his.. claimed by his words as much as the tag in her ear that no longer felt like a weight to drag her to the bottom of the Thassa.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched her, he felt her.  She evolved, she grew, she contacted and expanded, and just like water upon the rock face, the changes made small fractures, which would grow to larger fault lines that in time would sheer off great chunks of her shell, until she lay nakedly bare before him.