7-06-19 RolePlay Log

RP 7-06-19

[12:29:11] Rowena (rowan .Held) stumbled behind the man who was leading her by chain, the sirik feeling odd, heavy and definitely interfering with her movements - she'd never worn such a thing before and she wasn't liking it too much.  The days spent traveling from the Sardar to here.. where exactly was "here" anyway, she had no clue!.. had left her disoriented, fearful... and somewhat defiant.  Pleas to the men who had captured her seemed to fall of deaf ears, for even the promise of untold reward for ransoming her, untouched, to her father, had gone ignored.  She was silent in the hood, listening carefully though, for voices, words.. anything that might tell her what was actually happening, but.. she had been born Gorean, she had a sinking feeling she knew exactly what was happening and inside that hood, she was certain she was going to go insane.  She heard the man, well, someone at least, pound on the door "Tal... Slaver, are you in?" his voice boomed.  She heard only "slaver" and pulled back slightly on the leash that held her to his fist as if she might manage to somehow get away.



[12:34:13] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) came down hearing the banging on the upper floor.  He opened the door and looked to the man who held the girl's leash.  "Yes?" he asked, as the slaver he expected to go through this ritual often.  Yet as he stood there,  he tipped his head.  "Is this she?"



[12:36:48] Rowena (rowan .Held): She stood, not on her knees.  Perhaps being allowed such by the man was nothing but a way of ensuring the slaver would be able to take in her form.. her barely.. covered.. form.  She felt naked, exposed.. somehow that bit of cloth left on her body seemed more obscene that utterly naked.  The sirik kept her from covering herself or tugging at the hood.  Voices were audible but muffled and she heard what words the unknown voice spoke....  what did he mean by such a thing?  Had she been.. targeted?  Deliberately plucked from the caravan that traveled?  Her eyes narrowed within the hood, it was probably a good thing that hood was there, keeping the cold expression from being seen by the men.  Her captor nodded, she couldn't see it of course..  "Yes.  It is", then he laughed, "you might have fun breaking this one in", then he tugged on the leash and she stumbled forward slightly, her hands reaching out trying to brace in case she actually fell over.



[12:39:35] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) felt a rather large grin on his face his eyes alighting with glee.  "Well, then, tell your Captain, well done" he said as he passed the bag that was weighted in coins to the one with the leash.  "Let him know that I am happy doing business with him."  He was all but rubbing his hands together.



[12:44:00] Rowena (rowan .Held) shuddered at hearing the conversation, on the verge of offering more words of the promise of gold.. sacks and pouches of gold and silver, she was certain her father would pay for her return.  The gold chastity belt had ensured she had been untouched on the journey to, well .. here, and as long as that was in-tact, she knew her father would pay for her return, but she sensed this was not the moment to speak.  She felt the shift in the leash and could only assume her captor had handed it over to the slaver, the woman was a curious mix of irritation, anger and the crazy belief she had some hope of avoiding the fate she seemed all but destined for at that moment.  "I shall convey your words, and a pleasure delivering this one, the men on the ship are in a right tizzy, coins will flow like the Vosk in this city's tavern tonight, I'm sure".  With deep laughter, the man turned and strode off for Kings' knew where, leaving her standing there before a man she could not even see, but could hear him breathing.



[12:47:36] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) accepted the leash as it was passed to him, and tugged the girl inward, stepping to the side to close the door, which fell shut with that heavy locking sound that no woman could mistake.  It seemed such a final clang.  Once inside he wrapped his fingers around her naked upper arm.  "Ah Lady Rowena"  he said so politely, as if he was her rescuer.  "Come, let us get you off the street and out of this unpleasant space."



[12:51:47] Rowena (rowan .Held) heard that door close, it had a sense of finality to it.  She gasped softly when his hand grabbed her arm, her head tipping to look.. as if she could see through the hood.  Instinct told her to pull away but she was not a stupid woman and she was well aware of the precarious position she was in.  When he spoke, he seemed so courteous and polite, as if he understood the position she was in.  Perhaps he was a reasonable man?  Perhaps he had... arranged this to merely get her away from her father, companionship?  Her mind raced over every possible explanation - except the most obvious one.  "please Sir, I assure you...there would be.. great reward", her voice was smooth, cultured and the tones of Ar and wealth could be heard in every utterance, but it was muffled by the hood.  She left her statement hang in the air, that temptation of promise of wealth to tempt him into hearing her out.



[12:57:54] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stopped once she was on the carpet.  He released her arm, and she might feel his presence behind her.  He stood in silence as she made her plea.  "That hood looks terribly uncomfortable, Lady Rowena" he said, stepping closer, so that she could feel his flesh casually touching her, from her curved arse to her shoulder, as he reached around her and began to unlock and unlace the hood she was trapped in.



[13:01:20] Rowena (rowan .Held) stumbled behind him but it was also evident that she was graceful, the difficult she had more a result of the hood than any congenital defect.  She was not happy about the hood and yet she was at the same time, for she knew there was no veil covering her face beneath it, just as the wild mass of hair that took two slaves a solid 30 ehn a day to braid and coil and wrap in whatever the latest Arian fashion was.  Though he released her arm, the heat of his touch remained upon her flesh and it bothered her to even be aware of such a thing.  Her form tensed, feeling him move around her, so close that had she been at home, she would have snapped at a man for getting that close to her, or maybe even slapped him.  She shivered when he drew his finger up her backside.  She felt his arms around her, encircling her as he reached to the hood.  She stammered "please.. please Sir, my veil.. it was removed." she shook her head side to side as if trying to convince him to respect her, to not look upon her face - nevermind that it was kind of hot and sweaty in the hood and she probably looked a frightful mess with tendrils of hair stuck to her face.  Wait.. how did he know her name???  That thought just slammed into her because the implication was utterly clear - she HAD been targeted.



[13:07:21] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) heard the fear, the delicious worry about her modesty.  "Ah, fear not, Lady Rowena, there is no one here to see your immodesty, just myself."  The knots came free, the hood was loosened, gently, seeming kind and gentle he lifted the covering from her head.  He had waited long, and planned with care for just this outcome.  "I will keep you safe my dear Lady Rowena" he promised her.  "I will see to it that you have the finest of clothes, a luxurious apartment, and if you wish, I could even send word to your father, in Ar."



[13:10:33] Rowena (rowan .Held): The hood freed and she blinked at the light.  Around her neck was a collar, hanging from the loop in front, two keys - one to the collar, one to the belt - yet another reason for the sirik, ensuring she could reach neither of the keys and escape.  She heard his words, relief washing over her face as she turned.. timidly.. toward him; he was the first man to look upon her bared face, aside from her father of course, and she suddenly felt tremendously shy,  What was that saying about women and vanity?  Even a free woman hoped to be found beautiful and she stood there, believing every single word he uttered while hoping he did not find her hard to look upon.  She nodded, "oh yes, please... send word to my father, I am certain he will pay a handsome sum to see me returned to him unharmed", she wasn't about to say glana because, yeah, even talking about sex could risk him deciding to keep a collar on her throat.



[13:23:11] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at the delicate beauty, her face flushed, and slightly marked with a rash that should pass now that she was free of the hood.  "he would hmm?  How much do you think he would 'pay' for you?" His words seemed slightly amiss, as if perhaps something more was occurring than seemed on the surface of things.



[13:30:01] Rowena (rowan .Held) lifted her gaze only slightly, she wasn't keen on actually looking at him... was she.. afraid?  of what she would see, or what her reaction would be?  The air felt refreshing on her face, warmed by the hood the flush of her skin was evident.  She nodded "I am certain he would, Sir.  He is a merchant, quite wealthy.... in Ar", wait, he probably already knew that..... part of her mind was warning her not to trust him, but she needed an ally if she had any hope of getting out of this mess.  Free women were priceless, according to the lore of Gor, and she knew this... was it a trap he was laying for her, daring her to name a price and inadvertently declare herself a slave?  "As to a price, Sir, surely you know free women have no price to be paid for them, but I am sure he would pay for my release - not quite the same thing as paying for me, now is it?", she too was a bit crafty, the captor had been wise to warn him he would have his hands full with her.



[13:41:57] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let the girl look, his expression was neither gentle, nor harsh, but there was in his eyes, the tilt of his head, the way he stood, all told her that she was not quite being viewed as a priceless woman.  "Ah.  You fear to name a value that your father would pay for you."  He smiled a bit sleenishly.  "Oh, dear Lady Rowena.  How awkward, I - well..." he paused and looked faintly distressed as his gaze travelled down her well revealed form.  "What has happened to your robes, Lady?" he asked of her.



[13:47:54] Rowena (rowan .Held): For a full ehn she looked at him, and the free woman was evident in the cold gaze she gave in response to his remark about her clothing.  She folded her arms over her breasts and pulled some hair down over her to help cover her as well.  Her voice was ice as she said "I would not pretend to know what my father would pay for my return, that would be a matter for him to determine, Sir. As to my clothing", oh yes she was doing her best to present some sort of brave front, false as it may be, "you would need to ask that of the the people who snatched me from the wagon of the caravan.  The woman who stripped me tore one of my undergarments to make this",  her hand swept over her body indicating the wraps of material.  "A gentleman would not make such comment.. Sir".  The look on his face was giving her pause, she could not read him and it was unsettling to her, but she was.. for all intents and purposes, still a free woman - unbranded, glana, not pierced, and she was going to hold on to that thought as long as it was possible to deny the inevitable.



[13:54:19] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) raised one eyebrow at her explanation.  But he did not slap her down.  "Oh dear.  It looks ... well, let us say that you are, well displayed, Lady Rowena" Yes he was affording her some courtesy, although not much.  "Does it bother you then? Perhaps you feel too well displayed?" he came closer, and gently moved her hair back over her shoulders, and remained terribly close, looking down into her face, his expression one of pleasure in seeing his new acquisition.  "Perhaps you would prefer that I find you something more appropriate for your sense of modesty, hmm?" but before she could answer, he murmured, 'you are quite lovely you know.  Many men would pay a very high price indeed to have the Lady Rowena thus in their care"



[13:58:31] Rowena (rowan .Held): She tried to keep that brave facade up, but his words slipped into her ears like a heated knife in a cake of butter, insidious and smooth; she could not tell if he was being sincere or cruel and it was making her mind do somersaults.  A look of absolute shock widened her eyes when he stepped closer, moving her hair back over her shoulders and stayed so close.  If she stepped back he would read the fear, but standing her ground was unnerving her.  Slowly she nodded, "if you have robes, Sir, that would be preferable, even if they are not the finest", she didn't want to see picky or anything.   But then he mentioned a price again.. a price .. for her.  "perhaps... you have an emissary, Sir?  You could loan me some simple robes and fare to be returned home, sent with your emissary to collect payment for my release?"



[14:03:17] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) remained right where he was, so close he could feel the heat of her skin through his clothes.  He extracted a bit of fabric, and some thin, binding fiber for her to attach it if she chose.  "Here, Lady, a veil for your modesty."  The little scrap was transparent as could be, a mockery of modesty.  "Perhaps once you have that on, you could join me in my office?" he seemed so kind, and yet his words and actions were such as to leave a slave very much off balance.



[14:07:55] Rowena (rowan .Held) looked at the material he handed her, and the fiber.  She had absolutely no idea how to handle this except she knew she wasn't about to put that sheer thing on her face.  Was he trying to trick her, or was it merely all he had available?  Would he be angered by her refusal to wear it as if she were insulting his hospitality?  She held it in her hand and followed him, she was.. despite the chains and collars, convinced she was still free and as such, she strode into the office sans the sheer veil on her face.  Let him comment on it if he so chose, she was not going to be tricked quite that easily.



[14:12:56] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stood in the center of his office.  It was easily read that it was the 'slaver's office' and that would probably make him a slaver. "What is this my dear Lady Rowena.  You would choose to go about brazenly barefaced?" he asked of her.  His eyes sinking to her feet and then backup to her face"  He was assessing her, as there was nothing to see in the baggy,thick robes of concealment.



[14:17:12] Rowena (rowan .Held): "I would prefer something more suitable, Sir, if it was not too much trouble", she said with exceptional politeness.  She held the sheer fabric out to him.  He made no attempt to hide his appraisal of her and she was suddenly acutely aware of how uncovered she really was and the blush that hit her skin went toes to scalp, her gaze dropping to the ground as humiliation washed over her like she'd been doused with water from the depths of the Thassa.  She could not even form words to answer his question as she was frozen in place beneath his inspecting gaze.



[14:23:31] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) took the fabric back.  "brazenly bare faced it shall be then Lady Rowena" he seemed almost faintly amused.  "Tell me Lady, is that fabric not to soft, too sheer for you to wear against your body?  It. Well, you look as if you are no more than a whorish slave in that outfit."  He seemed almost scandalized.  "What would the Ladies Arcadia and Bella think of you if they could see you now?"  He was speaking of course of her sometimes friends, sometimes rivals, and frequently frienemies.   "Perhaps I should send them a missive about your present plight and inquire as to whether they would help you return to your family and your city?"



[14:27:29] Rowena (rowan .Held) looked at him, again that expression of shock that gave her chocolate eyes a wide beauty framed by thick lashes, her lips in a perfect "O" as he gave names that he knew would drive right through her.  She gasped "NO", not a shout but the urgent panic was evident in her voice, no pretense to it at all.  She knew, as he likely did, to send word of her current state would only titillate the rumor-mongers of Ar - in her panic, she had completely missed him pretty much calling her a whore.  "you would not.. dare", for the moment, she had completely lost sight of the fact that she was bound in chains and collar and should he light into her for her haughtiness, she would be utterly defenseless.



[14:31:59] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) seemed to relax a bit.  "I seek only to protect you and see you properly cared for.  I am sure they would come quickly and with clothing suitable to their station."  He was pretty sure that they would come, only to mock, to torment and to crow over her as she seemed to be no more than a slave.  He once more stepped right up into her space, her belly feeling the brush of his loins.  "Let me take these off of you" he said not unkindly, as his fingers caught the keys, and began to unwind the wire that held them to the collar she was wearing.



[14:35:38] Rowena (rowan .Held): Oh yeah she fell RIGHT into that one, she wanted that metal off her neck more than just about anything, and she was willing to overlook how close he was, so close that her belly felt him... in more ways than she would ~ever~ admit.  She was so caught up in the vision he had planted in her head of those catty women being made aware of her current plight that she was willing to throw a bit of caution to the wind just to be rid of the collar at her neck.  "my thanks, Sir, for the kindness you are showing", she should have listened to that voice in her head, the one that said he was not really kind, but more like the ost in the grass, merely waiting for his moment to strike, no she was blinded by the need to be free of that collar and to be properly clothed, her form buried beneath a passang of fabric or so.



[14:43:49] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) felt the race of her pulse as his knuckles passed pressed against her fair skin, it was so soft.  He could smell the dust of the road that clung to her, the musk of fear, and the marine fragrance that all women carried, each a unique note of fragrance.  Once the keys were off, he again moved her hair as he wished it.  "Do you wish assistance, Lady?  Shall I send one of my men to contact a tarn rider, perhaps the one that captured you would be willing to carry word to your family."  He gave her another sleenish smile, "You are so beautiful, I am not quite sure which would be the better choice.  Tell me.  Lady Rowena.  What would you father say, if he received word that you were in a public kennel, dressed in slave rags, a sirik, and about your throat, slave steel?  What if I told him  you refused the veil, and chose to present to me, nothing more than your bare face, as bold as bold can be?"  Again his words seemed almost kind, the tone almost gentle, yet his eyes told her a different tale,  His eyes touched her, as if she were 'his' a sweet bundle of slave flesh, a shiny new toy to enjoy.



[14:50:14] Rowena (rowan .Held): There was something wholly disconcerting about the man, his words seemed  innocuous enough, his tone affable and yet beneath it was a sense that something ran much more deeply, sinisterly deep in fact as if he were a giani toying with an urt. and she was the urt, yet nothing in his words was quite overt enough.. until now.  The point of his words drove in like a blade as she imagined the look of disgust on her father's face, could see him meet her own fearful eyes then slowly turn his back to her, leaving the last part of himself to turn? his face, so she could see that look as the final sight of the man she had known as 'Father".  Color poured from her face as if he had opened an artery, his words had found their mark and a mere glance at her would tell him the full scope of how skillfully he had sliced through whatever defense she had.  In that moment, she knew she was trapped.. and it was only a matter of time, likely ihns, before he realized she knew it too.  What fall out would happen once he was sure he had cowed her to the fate she would not escape?  Her gaze flickered to the door as if she might actually try to run from him, in a strange city, in the attire of a slave.. bound in chains that restricted her every step.  It was his eyes, the way he looked at her... which kept her rooted in spot, like the predator who had something new to play with.



[14:57:27] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched as the myriad of expressions skimmed through her, the realization of the precarious position she was in.  He watched, as it dawned upon her that she stood clad as a slave, in a slaver's office, in a foreign city.  "Tell me Lady Rowena" he mused thoughtfully, "What circumstances might have led you here to my door, obviously bought and paid for by myself."



[15:01:40] Rowena (rowan .Held): She was still, in her mind, a free woman... how long it would take for him to break that from her, who could say, would it be the first time he taught her the feel of the whip, or would it be a long drawn out process in which he would slowly torment her into utter submission?  The acerbic tongue she had been known for spoke before her brain could tell her to shut up, "Circumstances?  What CIRcumstances?" she asked him... "I would imagine, as you've just admitted you arranged this, the ~circumstances~ as you call them were nothing more than a loosening of your purse-strings", she did at least wrack her brain, curious if she had ever met him before, perhaps at her father's table, or in one of his many shops around Ar.  Had she once offended him... well good... or was it merely he'd said he sought someone of her particular looks and she was the first unfortunate woman to pass the gaze of the bounty-hunter.



[15:10:56] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) continued to stand in her space, his hips against her belly, each breath she took easily felt.  Oh her fire, so sweet, so bright, he was sure it might just consume him.  "What a magnificent Companion you could have been" he said to her, sounding faintly sad, perhaps even disappointed.  "So fiercely proud of your independence." He paused, the hand not holding the keys slid up her  upper arm, over the collar an cupped the back of here skull.  "Where is that bold woman now?"  he asked of her, the eyes of a Master fixed carefully upon her somewhat frightened face.  "Perhaps I -- perhaps those lovely women paid to see you gone.  Did you steal one of their flirtations? Perhaps out shine them in your robes? flaunt your wealth and power before them once too often?  My dear Lady Rowena, you should know women are much more vicious than men.



[15:17:58] Rowena (rowan .Held) was positively unnerved by the way he was standing right there beside her, his body pressed against her own.  She was a blend of beauty, unsure of itself for she had no real point of reference to what men desired, bold and timid, righteously angry and yet intimately aware of the precipice upon which she stood, one which she now knew he would plunge her over the edge at the moment it most suited him.  Her gaze was like the mocha swirling in a cup, that fierce independence and that knowledge every women, even free, of Gor had within that such independence existed only as long as a man would permit it.  She too was cunning, had he been a killer, she would not have even tried what she now said, knowing coins could not buy them off of their task, but mercenaries, men motivated purely by coin?  that was different.  She felt his hand on her head, her gaze tipped up to his... she caught what he said, first nearly claiming the act as his own before foisting it off on her so-called friends.. "Well, if it were coin from a cunning woman that tempted your pocket, restore me to my own wealth and status, untouched, unscathed.. and see the price paid ten-fold to return the favor to my friends.. Sir"



[15:23:37] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Temptress" he called her.  His gaze still locked on hers.  "You are beautiful.  Perhaps, too beautiful to be free." There was no escape for her, but she had not yet grasped that fact.  "Tell me are your friends as beautiful? Perhaps I should gather them in, after they have looked upon your enslaved self.  Posed upon a display pole, your flesh handled casually by any who found you of interest.  Helpless, captive meat, a lovely brand incised on your hip, Tell me Lady Rowena.  Shall I see to it that they share your fate?"



[15:29:29] Rowena (rowan .Held) openly glared at him, and there was no way he could miss it, the way he held her by the back of the head, commenting on her beauty as if he had some right to drink it in.  But, she fell right into that trap once again, for he had appealed to vanity.  "Arcadia is as plain as a side-block girl, and scandalously fond of letting her veil drop whenever a man in red would walk by.  Bella?  She has spent many night standing on a high bridge in little more than a shift, hoping to hear the screech of a tarn overhead.", unaware that her words meant to make her friends sound more undesirable were, by accident, accenting her own desirability - not the smartest way to convince the man to let her go.  Every thought and expression was plain on her face as was the pulse that thudded at the hollow of her throat, mention of being put on a pole, on display... of strangers touching her... of a brand upon her hip.  She gave a shake to her head, trembling as those words sank into her mind, was it fear, or that first ember of heat fanned to life?



[15:43:52] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) listened, extremely pleased at her vanity, it deepened her need to be found pleasing.  "Are you truly Lady Rowena of Ar?" he asked of her, as if some doubt might linger.  "That haughty wench who it is rumored has turned down a dozen suitors or more, finding faults with each too great to accept?"  He stepped back, letting her head go, his half hard cock unmistakable.



[15:51:44] Rowena (rowan .Held) looked at him, did he see the flicker in her eyes when his hand was pulled away from her hair, a hint of loss and relief?  Oh the man was talented, terrifyingly good at laying those traps that would lure a woman in, now she had to defend herself, and in so doing was she sealing her fate?  "I am the lady Rowena of Ar, daughter of Marcius, merchant of Ar.  I was raised in a glorious home on the Avenue of Turia not far from the Central Cylindar.  I could tell you the layout of my father's home, that of each of his shops scattered in the various districts of Ar, even Philebus of Ar sought the advice of my father on mercantile matters.  I assure you, Sir, I am she".  It was perhaps half an ihn after she fell silent that she realized just what she had done, not only confirming he had the one he seemed to have sought, but also revealing that she could likely provide valuable details to her father's businesses, and many others, throughout Ar.  She started to stammer "I .. I mean.. I....", and fell silent, there simply was no recovery from those words.



[15:57:21] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tipped his head slightly, and then asked her.  "What would you do if you caught a slave girl lying?" his head straightened.  "or if you caught one hiding in a Free Woman's robes of concealment?"  Traps? You bet.  He was twisting her slowly into a turn of his own making.



[16:01:38] Rowena (rowan .Held): Now that his touch had been pulled from her body, she was thinking a bit more clearly but still, she was thinking like a free woman and her answer reflected it.  "Lying?  Well, I suppose that would depend, but I'm not known for my kindness, I'm sure if you know who I am, you know my reputation.  First offense, she would be whipped to the point of fainting.  Second?  Her tongue would be cut out, cooked and fed back to her.", she watched to see his reaction to that, then added "as for wearing Robes?  If they were my robes, she would be taken to the public square, stripped and whipped with the sort used on a thrall, so that she would be hideously scarred, then sold to a peasant who could never afford a scrap of burlap to cover her, let alone a robe".



[16:04:38] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at her so calmly, "And what of a Free Woman who was dressed in the rags of aa slave? Perhaps steel on her throat, her small, tender limbs wrapped in manacles.  What of that delicious morsel?" He seemed to be travelling some where, guiding her down some path that only he could see.



[16:07:54] Rowena (rowan .Held): Once more her eyes narrowed for she was certain this was a dig at her.  "if it were of her own doing, then she should be left to her fate", she said callously.  "if, however, she were snatched from the warmth of her bed, against her will... and remained unbranded, untouched, then she should, as all free women taken captive, have the right to regain her freedom, through ransom, companionship or the kind courteousness of a man of Gor who holds free women in high regard as they deserve", yep, that was her own dig right back at him.



[16:11:35] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled again rather sleenishly.  "What are you wearing, my dear Rowena?" he asked of her, "Oh not the obvious, locked upon you items, but what have you put on by your own hand, worn publicly for all to see you in?" he asked of her.



[16:17:18] Rowena (rowan .Held) looked at him, confusion on her face as she gave a slight shake of her head.  "each item forced upon me was not done so by my will, I assure you", was she being obtuse, no.... she was not seeing herself the way he was, she did not see herself through the eyes of a man, a slaver, staring at a female so helplessly bound and even if only subconsciously, feeling the weight of the chains about her form, she did not see the blush of desire painting her cheeks, or the way her posture seemed to adapt to his movements, the way that steady beat of her pulse sang the song of her blood.



[16:22:20] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) studied her in some thought.  "You look very beautiful, I think those rags suit you very well indeed.  Of course, the Lady Rowena would never wear such a scandalous outfit, would she?" he smiled again as he paced slowly around her, studying her from every angle before stopping in front of her again.  "No one is forcing you to wear such soft, silken, slave like garments, not in my house" he said.  "So, tell me again, are you the Lady Rowena of Ar?"



[16:25:06] Rowena (rowan .Held): She glared once more for he was toying with her and she knew it.  "Fine Sir, have you offered me suitable attire and the privacy in which to don such?  I think you have not.  A sheer veil to affix to my face with binding fiber.... do you think me a fool to do such a thing.  Without the option of proper attire, is this not better than to stand here naked before a stranger, a man who's name I have not even been given?  What must your mother think of the manners you have displayed - and yet, you doubt that I am she?" seriously, she flipped a lock of her hair over her shoulder with that arrogant way only a free woman could manage, haughty and proud, defiant and daring.



[16:30:16] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) observed her colour growing deeper.  She seethed, she raged, she displayed such a wondrous array of emotions.  "So the proud Lady of Ar prefers to go about face stripped, in slave rags and wearing, a what? oh--- a slave collar, on here throat, a sirik displaying her form for men's pleasure.  "No.  I think not.  I think that you have been perpetrating a fraud on the good citizens of Ar, I know for a fact that you are no more than the pretty slave Rowena, who has realized she can not hide in the lies any more.  "Kneel, Rowena." he told, her, the first such command he has given her since she had come to his custody.



[16:36:16] Rowena (rowan .Held): She stood there, a full ehn passed.  Her gaze locked to his as she tested his merit against her own.  Her eyes had depth to them, as if kissed by rivers of chocolate that flowed from silken locks, her gaze was warm and liquid, enough to dare any man to consider swimming within the velvet caress of her soul.  Yet the heart within was cold, unwarmed by the touch of a man, that dichotomy of all free women, a dichotomy only some men could see through as this one clearly could.  Should she remain standing, she had no doubt he would see to it that she was on her knees and it would likely not be a pleasant experience, and yet she could not give up that last vestige of hope, a hope that would be dashed should she sink to her knees of her own volition.  In what would likely be the one and only time she would ever be able to utter this word... to this man.... she whispered.  "no".  And braced, knowing if what he sought was her submission, he would draw it from her in whatever manner appealed, making her ache to give that submission, in time.



[16:41:41] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no qualms at all, her spirit pleased him, it was one of the reasons he agreed to accept her from those who sought to have her removed from their orbit.  He reached back to the desk, lifting the slender wand from it's surface, the switch clicking on, letting a faint hum vibrate.  There was no hesitation, he took a single step toward her, and let it gently swing to connect with a sharp electric *dddddzzzzztzzz* against her thigh.  She was close enough, the room was small enough and he was swift enough that the odds of his missing were similar to a snowflake living a long life on the smith's forge.  "Try again Rowena" he said, the wand hanging lightly from his fingertips.



[16:46:29] Rowena (rowan .Held) watched as he moved to the desk and her gaze full upon what he held.  In that instant, the only emotion showing on her face was pure fear.  Though he moved swiftly and the space was small to cover, it felt like eternity and she had no reflexes to depend upon.  She looked to the door, before she could even calculate what it would take to reach the door, she heard the sound... then felt its bite, like the ost she thought him to be, the fangs of the goad felt as if they had pierced her flesh.  Down she went, the sound of her fear-filled and pain-tainted cry echoed in the small room.  On her knees, pressed together like that of a free woman's posture, she folded forward, her face down as she curled around herself trying to make herself as small as possible, the curve of her back bared as long waves of hair spilled forward in a pool of brown silk almost at his feet.



[16:54:44] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stared down at her humble form.  He asked her, very seriously.  "What is around your throat, Rowena" the soft hum of the slave goad still murmured in the room.  He held it lightly, ready to caress her with it's cruel touch should it be needed.  Rarely did a girl require more than a touch or two of the goad to capitulate. He had at one time watched a girl begging so strongly for a whipping, that he was actually moved to grant it to her, not that she found much more comfort in the leather's tender kisses.  She could perhaps tell in her panicked mind, that play time was over, and a Gorean Slaver stood in the same room as she knelt.



[17:01:22] Rowena (rowan .Held): The answer.. it was choking in her throat and she knew as the ihns counted the longer it took to force the answer out the worse it would likely be for her.  Her iron will warred with sanity, culminating in the broken sob that ripped from her mouth as she almost seemed to visibly break, her small form shaking...  the goad, but moreso it was the way he spoke to her, the tone of his voice, so many subtle signals that warned her on a primal level that the playing field here was not level, in fact it was a treacherous slope, the precipice of which he had finally pushed her over - "a ... collar".  Her left knee dug painfully into the chain of the sirik that had wound beneath her when she had gone down but she did not even move, paralyzed by the realization of what had transpired.  She was.. on her knees... before a Gorean man, a slaver... wearing the garb of a slave, lacking only the brand upon her thigh to seal her fate.



[17:04:02] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Who wears a collar?" he asked her, his voice just as serious, leaving her no room to negotiate, no wriggle room at all.  She was bent so sweetly, the curve of her back ending in the sweet shape of her ass.  All that hair spilled across the carpet at his feet.



[17:06:54] Rowena (rowan .Held): She had no idea the picture she presented to him, would she have cared had she known... that she was displayed so vulnerably, so enticingly?  The sting in her leg throbbed but it was the sting in her mind that was burning through her; again, there was but one answer she could give, only one answer he would accept, any other?  would surely bring that shock to her flesh once again, oh there was a flippant answer somewhere in her mind but the zap of the goad too fresh in her mind to let it loose.  So quietly that had the room been slightly larger, her voice may have been swallowed by it:  "a .. slave".



[17:10:59] Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled slightly as victory slid into his palm.  "You are Rowena." he said in that same even tone, "What is Rowena?" his hand gently lowering the goad so she could better hear that hum, smell the ozone as it evaporated in the electric field.  He again waited, the soul of patience, content to let her work out the inner details.



[17:18:51] Rowena (rowan .Held): She could hear that buzz right by her ear, it seemed to be all around her, the smell unmistakable.  Though the pain had begun to lessen, the memory of it was fresh, now mingled with the shock that she had even felt the touch of a slave goad.  Like syrup in her mind she tried to swim through the muck of thoughts as she sought any answer other than the one she knew he would demand..  Her head shook side to side, her lips were pressed tightly together, her mind screaming at her to say the words and spare what would follow and her pride holding her tongue silent.  To what end?  He would strike again with the goad, or worse with a whip.... and get what he wanted from her anyway, so why not say it, clenched teeth and dripping venom, it was merely words, right?  Oh how her mind worked on the pride, trying to back it down.... the silence of the room felt like death, and in a way perhaps it was death, the death of what she had been... the shroud would be the words he expected her to utter and from the fictional dirt of the grave in which that woman would be buried, a slave would claw free in time.  Her jaw clenched tightly and she spit the words out for no reason other than to avoid the goad "la... ... la.... kaj", she swallowed, the bile rising hot in her throat.. "kajira".



[17:22:38] Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Good girl.  Yes.  You are a slave girl.  More importantly for the moment, you are my slave girl."  He flipped the switch the motor shutting down.  "Tower, Rowena" he commanded of her, setting the goad back in the rack.  ((thank you for the role play.  but I have real life to take care of))