Sunday, July 14, 2019

7-14-19 RolePlay Log

7-14-19 RolePlay Log
Section 1:  The Start of the Day

Naja (luthienvs) peeks outside the pen as listens some noises and stretches her arms making all her back cracks as she stretch like a giani, makes a soft deep purring noise and rubs her face a little yawning super big

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) came in, unlocked the gates, before he leaned his back on the wall and admired his Rowena.  It was one of his favourite pasttimes, watching the girl seeing how she moved, the slow evolution from arrogant, clumsy, frozen free woman, to sensual, graceful, heated slave girl.
Rowena (rowan.held) kept herself nudged back in the corner of the cell, her eyes slowly blinking open as the sounds of the kennel interrupted her sleep.  it had been, yet again, a night of fitful sleep - now aided by the nightmares, and dreams, of what she had witnessed yesterday just beyond the door of the room in which she was now locked.  Naked.  Again.  This was horrible.  She was starting to envy the girls in the camisks simply because they were outside the kennel cells and dressed.  She looked out, seeing Luthien there and smiled, a smile that froze as the man came into view as well.  Her heart sped up, or maybe it slowed down?  At this point she couldn't really tell, her reactions to him were slowly being altered though she was unaware of it on a conscious level, and it left her more confused by the ehn.  "Tal" she said, trying to use her hands and arms to cover herself as best she could.

Naja (luthienvs) as the gates are unlocked opens them and stretches a bit more to relax her arms and legs rubbing still a bit her eyes, purrs and looks at the Master speaking with soft but still sleeping voice: "Greetings Jarl" rubs her head and closes her eyes a second blinking a little, when she wake up her mind is still not awake and yea .. she called him Jarl .. gasps trying so to correct it as soon as possible clearing his throat: "ermmmm I meant Master" looks up to him with a big try flatting smile

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled enough that one dimple popped out  "Good morning slaves.  New day.  Baths await, fresh clothing as well." His head swivelled like an auto-cannon tracking on an incoming fighter.  "Whipping position" he told her, the words barked out in a harsh fashion.

Dina (tzevi) looked out and then moved away from the bars, the pen was safe, it kept me safe

Rowena (rowan.held): Why did he have to stand there just looking at her like that?  It was unnerving, the confident... not quite cocky, but definitely self-assured, stance..  The look in his eyes, the curve of his lip.. as if he were content with simply looking at her - it made her feel like a piece of meat, especially given that she was naked.  Her eyebrows lifted, the expression on her uncovered face was clearly one of impatient expectation, as if to say "gonna let me out of this disgusting hole" with nothing but the set of her countenance.  She cringed at hearing his command, for a moment she was unsure if he meant her or not - and then she realized what it meant.  Her face was crestfallen, he was going to whip her friend.. and she was .. going to have to at least hear it, even if she looked away.

Naja (luthienvs) whines a very little and sighs deep, she just woke up and her mind betrayed herself, takes a deep breath and folds her legs down, swallowing looks up at him with super begging eyes but well he warned her so she really do not fight at all, just pouts cause she really do not wanted to disobey but she was also half asleep , swallowing pulls her hair away from her back , curls her arms against her chest holding her head down forehead against the floor nibbling her low lip hard

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) noted Dina backing up, the paling of Rowena and the bond's sudden shock, her whining, the small pout, as if he might just this once forgive her.  The blond hair slid forward, baring the back, as he shook out the whip's falls.  He pulled his arm back, and slashed the whip forward, the sound of the leather spreading and slapping, loud in the pens, the tips curving over her ass to add their own sharp sting, as five fat welts bloomed on the pale flesh, soon to darken to their own rich shade of dark blue. The man was thorough if nothing else.  "Baths, clothes.  Upstairs" he told them all.

Dina  (tzevi): let out a sigh and curled on the floor

Rowena (rowan.held) watched as the door swung open, the temptation of a bath and clothes - yeah, about the clothes, this was getting tedious.. but still, it was better than naked.  She kept her arms and hands over what intimate bits she could, and scurried out the door and down the hall, trying to press up against the wall as she passed him, not wanting to accidentally touch him, or get within range of his whip.

Naja (luthienvs) hisses hard but do not dare to move, a deep pain crosses her back and down to her ass, the five blades made all super painful and she thanks all the Gods that she made just 1 word wrong, tears runs from her eyes but not only for the pain, but much more was the pain inside, stands shaking a little and holding her gaze down so to try to hide her tears, so whispers a soft: "yes M.. Master" while walks slowly to the bath

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had ventured out into the hall to see a slave in obsience, and whip and all sorts of things. She knelt quietly and waitied

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "You too, kajira.  Baths and clean clothes." he told her.  She was not exempt from the daily washing ritual.  Orders given he headed upstairs.  "Third Floor girls.  Harta!" with that he went up himself.

Rowena (rowan.held): She wasn't hesitant about the bath, slipping into the tub and immediately beneath the water, her fingers unpinning the nightmare hairstyle he had given her so the long tresses could soak the stench of the kennel pens out of each strand.  She did, at least this time, remember to grab the soap first.  She sniffed it, of course it wasn't scented.  She missed the fragrance she used to wear, like cocoa and blackwine.  She was reaching a point where bargaining seemed a reasonable option, but part of her felt like making a bargain with him would be like bargaining with a Kur; a choice he would see to it she regretted, but... she wanted the oil, the lotion, something - and surely he would not exact ~too~ hefty of a price in exchange for something that would likely appeal to him anyway.  Oh boy, wait, nope.  Why on all of Gor would she be thinking about whether or not something about HER would appeal to HIM.  She lathered up, rinsed off and hopped out of the tub, snatching a towel with a bit more gusto than make have been necessary and went to see what travesty of wardrobe he had set out for her.

Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath while steps in and still holds her head down, walks for the tube and starts to washes herself very slowly as moves the side where she was whipped its a bit harder, nibs her low lip and starts to clean up now the lash so to be sure that is cleaned and not infected, hisses a bit while swallowing washes her very very careful in every single inch of her body, rubs her hair a few time and rinses all very careful so to be sure to washes herself again once more and make her skin a bit red, takes a long breath while finish and dries herself, Verminium scent touches her skin now, moves to the clean cloth box and gets a camisk that could fit her, nibs her low lip and wears it slowly trying to keep it off from her back as much as she can while rubs and brush her hair fixing them, once done takes a breath walking slowly outside while see puppet move in, looks to her with a little smile but her cerulean eyes now were a bit red

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): entered the small room, where she had been told to go. "fancy" she said as she closed the door behind her. She smiled some seeing the woman who had once been free. "i'm sorry.." she said slowly, now venturing behind the screen

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had bowls of vulo stew, waiting for the girls.  He also had a soaked rag sitting in a bowl, the strong smell of paga in the room, a set of forms on his side table, and an odd tin with a fabric covered cake of something. The pad itself was a dark indigo so dark it might even seem black.

Rowena (rowan.held): She looked at the pile of material, already knowing what she was going to find for it was the same sort of material she'd been in the last couple of days, yet another color.  She sulked as she pulled the pieces from the pile.  Ok, better than naked, better than naked... that's what she kept telling herself.  The color was attractive, the material was definitely not cheap, and it fit her as if he had known her exact measurements to give to the seamstress when he had placed his order.  She froze midway of pulling the skirt up.  He had said, oh what was it, what was it, memory combed to think of it.. something about.. the clothes he had had made.. for.. her.  Planned.  Her capture.. had been.. planned.  Back and forth she went, convincing herself it was Arcadia and Bella, not him, then random happenstance... and yet, she knew, deep inside, the truth she could not yet face.  She gave a vicious shake of her head and jerked the skirt up over narrow hips, the top to follow and finally the skirt before turning her attention to her hair and trying to create an appropriate and fashionable free woman's up-do.  She did manage to smile to the other girls crowding into the room, a semi-friendly gesture at least - hey, little steps, right?

Naja (luthienvs) walks upstairs and could find the Slaver where he was the day before, looks down for a moment while moves closer, pushes her head on the floor next to the Master's foot, her back hurt as touched by the camisk, holds her arms near her head keeping the karta position and do not moving till ordered, a whispers come from her lips while searches to swallows some tears of shame: "this girl beg your forgiveness Master, she will be much more careful to her language and her words also when she wake up Master"

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): The water felt good as she sunk into the small tub.  She thought about the woman on the other side of the screen and called out to her "It gets better.." she said to her.  "It's easier if you just let go.."

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): looked to rowon thoughtfully, "You wear the silks of a slave, yet the veil of a Free Woman.  I don't understand"

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tapped the girl's butt.  "Tower" he told her, "see that you do. I mean what I say." he told her, some, no, many girls were used to bending or breaking the rules with impunity.  He was not that guy.  Of course, his firm discipline became a double edged sword, so to speak.  He shook his head at himself.  "Are you hungry?" He asked her.  putting her card on top, the room smelling fragrantly of the vulo.

Rowena (rowan.held) did what she could, figuring she could not spend an ahn on her hair like she would have had her slaves do at home, he would probably have a conniption fit over that, and the chains?  Yeah, she had to mostly bend over to even reach her hair to do anything with it - the result was a slightly messy attempt - again.  She looked toward the screen, puppet's voice from behind and hissed "not... a chance", yes, Rowena was stubborn - then again, what free woman wasn't?  Was it not their stubbornness that ~kept~ them free?  She turned and moved to the door, every step seemed to have a different quality to it, that sirik doing its job, training her gait to be more loose and graceful; combined with the way she walked, head held high and shoulders back, a glimpse could be seen of what she might turn out to be when he finished molding what he wanted of her with that careful skill he had.  "This", she gestured to the veil, "is not what a free woman would wear, this.. is insultingly sheer", she said with a glance over her shoulder to the girl before she pretty much flounced out the door and up the stairs.

Naja (luthienvs) feels the touch on her butt and listens his order, slowly slides back down in tower while breath softly, like to answer his question her stomach growl deep and she whispers: "yes Master, very hungry" the scent of vulo was making her mouth watering while breaths softly and just now dare to looks up to him, her eyes still a bit red but she was now a bit more calm, turns her head looking Rowena move closer and offers her a smile not that super happy smile cause yea she still was a bit in pain but at least now she was smiling, blushes so softly and looks back to him nibbling her low lip while searches to do not move at all

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Tower Rowena, if you want some breakfast" he told her.  "Right hand" he said to Naja, planning on doing her finger printing.

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): returned to his office giving Rowan a glance and a shrug of her shoulders.  She had tried to help her, tried to offer advice but the woman was too stupid to accept it.  She would fight this all the way and end up dying in the long run. Puppet frankly didn't care anymore. She was tired of the stupidity of the South and just wanted to go home

Rowena (rowan.held): Her tummy rumbled as the scent of the food reached her nose - loud enough half the city might have heard it, a deep blush colored her face behind that sheer veil and she swallowed, staring at the ground.  There were other scents mingled in, not as appealing, like that of paga.  She looked at the table, the bowls... his paperwork, something under a bit of dark material, a bowl with a rag in it.  "probably capture scent" she thought to herself, figuring he had designs on another free woman to pull into his den of inequity known as a kennel.  She moved a little closer, having had the debate in her head about obeying him versus going hungry - hungry won out and she sank to her knees with all the lack of grace she could manage, deliberately, moving to his left as he ordered Luthien to his right.  She kept back from his chair though, not some eager tart wanting to spread herself over the man's foot or something.

Naja (luthienvs) slides on the right side of the Master while looks to Puppet and so back to Rowena, nibs her own low lip and smiles softly still sniffing the air as the great scent of vulo was filling her nostrils, looking to Rowena smiles big and nods but moves a little her fingers like to tell her to move closer, wiggles her fingers trying to do not show lot their movements inviting her to steps closer

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked up at the other bond.  He could see her unhappiness that bordered on contempt.  He was not amused at all.  As the other came closer, he rolled fingers over ink, and then over the card, handing her the rag and repeating on her other hand.  "Clean up the ink don't get it on yourself or your clothes." he told Naja.  "After that you may eat, and give a bowl to Rowena as well" He beckoned for Puppet to come closer

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had been paying apt attention to what was going on about her.  The former free woman was very much starting to annoy her with her pompous attitude and the way she pouted and carried on.  There was a time and a place for such nonsense, and it was just getting in the way now.  She had been lucky she had not simply been chained and kept locked away in a cell with one way mirrors so that any may view her.  She smiled however to the woman, offering yet another encouraging look but she had pretty much given up hope on her.  Seeing the Master beckon her near, she fell forward, pushing those perfectly shaped tits into the floor and crawled near, but not near enough to the other two

Naja (luthienvs) feels the ink on her fingers and blushes so strong, curls a super little her nose as she just had a shower, looks at him while puts her fingers on the papers so to do the other hand, takes the rag and starts to clean up her fingers super super careful trying to removes all the ink and do not get dirty once more, rubs and rubs more till all came off and she folds the cloth and puts it where it was before, so takes the bowl for herself handing one to Rowen and smiling so to her, so looks to the other bowl and back to Puppet, but she can not take it at all as she had no order to do it, nibs her low lip and starts to take a piece of vulo between her fingers

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) scowled a bit at the gathering.  "You two back up, so I can print this slave, hmm?" he told Naja and Rowena, "Unless you want me to print you as well Rowena?" yeah he was slightly testy.

Rowena (rowan.held) took the bowl offered by the other girl and gladly scooted out of the way, moving to the edge of the rug.

Naja (luthienvs) steps back so to let puppet move closer while she eat her stew, her stomach so happy right now and the pain was even less, purrs softly while she eat another piece of food and smiles to her

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): crawled up closer to the man, waiting for further instruction

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) set Puppet's card down and said, "Right hand" it was a pretty simple procedure, ensured security and the ability to 'reclaim' a girl.  Once  he was given the hand, he rolled each digit over the ink pad, and rolled it over the card. He gave her the paga soaked rag to clean with, and asked for the left hand, to which he repeated the performance.  "Clean your hands and you may eat." he told her, "Don't get that on yourself, or your tunic" a simple admonishment.  He then looked at the girls and asked.  "Have  you learned the city?"

Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena huffed a bit when he suggested fingerprinting her, snatching a bite of the vulo from the bowl.  She was more focused on eating than being irritated though.  That was one thing not many people seemed to understand - it was wearisome to constantly have to put on the coldness of a free woman like it was a coat, but keeping up pretenses was expected when one was free, and failing to do so as a free woman almost always lead, eventually, to a collar.  She was taking pains to not spill anything on the top as she ate, grateful to be at least a little bit covered, she did not want to risk sullying the top only to have it taken away.  Another night in the pen naked had altered her thinking on the clothes just the teeniest bit.  She saw the way puppet simply crawled to the man, her expression sharing her thought "disgusting", then looked to the other girl, wondering if the welts from that single blow still hurt.  It wasn't something she expected to ever experience personally.  As he had so clearly told her the night before that she would not be given the opportunity to esca... errr.. learn the city, she knew the question was not directed at her, and stayed quiet - eating.

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): was rather robotic in her actions, allowing him to roll her fingers on the paper.  When it was done, she carefully wiped her hands on the rag and slipped back from him

Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and takes a deep breath: "Master I .. I got lost just also around here I .. I really do not know how I can learn an up down up down up down city, I would lose myself so many time, I tried and I needed like hours to find back the kennel "looks down a bit and nibs her low lip

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): leaned in close to Rowen, whispering low in her ear so that only she could hear what she was about to say "I can get you out.."

Naja (luthienvs) remains silently while looks between them all and eats her food looking time in time to puppet motions her the bowl with the food for her, smiling nips her low lip and continue to eat

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): had forgotten how hungry she was and when she was offered the bowl, she dipped her hand into it pulling out a bit of meat and popped it into her mouth "thank you" she said

Rowena (rowan.held) wasn't keen on the slave being so close to her, the girl wasn't like one of the tower slaves that served her at home, she was... yeah, one of those kind.  But, the whispered words certainly got her attention, though her immediate reaction was to look at the man, certain he had super-sonic hearing or would have seen the girl lean over and wonder why.  She did manage to keep the look of shock off her face, though.  She gave only the slightest nod of her head, the girl might have seen it, or might not have seen it, a silent acknowledgment that she'd heard what the girl said.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "So, have you learned the city then?" He asked of puppet, thinking on a name that would be useful lo call her by.  "Jami" he settled on, she would be the bond Jami.  Pretty name, foreign sounding, faintly barbaric.  "Yes" he said too Puppet, "You are now a Jami"

Puppet (prettylilpuppet): looked to Rowan, giving her a slow nod and smile.  To others, it would simply look as though she was being nice, but the two knew.  What Rowan didn't know was that puppet wanted to be her out of the city into the arms of something more sinister, then so be it.  She'd look to the man now and smile "Thank you Master"

Naja (luthienvs) smiles happy for Jami and winks to her whispernig a soft: "congratulation Jami" nods a few time smiling while finish her bowl and puts it under the table so to get it there and ready to removes once ordered

Rowena (rowan.held) wasn't keen on the slave being so close to her, the girl wasn't like one of the tower slaves that served her at home, she was... yeah, one of those kind.  But, the whispered words certainly got her attention, though her immediate reaction was to look at the man, certain he had super-sonic hearing or would have seen the girl lean over and wonder why.  She did manage to keep the look of shock off her face, though.  She gave only the slightest nod of her head, the girl might have seen it, or might not have seen it, a silent acknowledgment that she'd heard what the girl said.

Rowena (rowan.held) made a mental note of the name... she wasn't fond of this girl, that "silk slave" comment still ringing in her ears but, she'd take whatever help she could get before it was too late.  She didn't trust the girl, who would, but.. one option was better than no options, right?  She took another bite of her food though her thoughts were hardly on hunger at this point.

Naja (luthienvs) looks up to the Master and nips her low lip blushing softly while looks to Rowena, smiles to her again while she crawls closer to the Master, not enough to touch him but just to being a bit closer

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked to the girls, "You done?" he asked of them, ready to put away the cards, and to move along to something else.

Rowena (rowan.held): Her bowl was mostly empty, she was full... or more, no longer all that hungry.  Like all women, free or slave, there were schemes and plots running rampant in her thoughts, fueled by what the girl Jami had whispered to her, oh how that sweet promise of reprieve from the direction this man was trying to send her life seemed.  Sweet enough that some of the caution she should have had was tossed to the wayside, something the man had already figured out... holding that possibility over, yanking it a bit further away each time.  She rose, still unaware of the changes the sirik was making in her movements, and stepped to the table to set the bowl down.  "You have a decent cook here" she told the man, trying to make.. polite.. conversation.

Naja (luthienvs) smiles and nods speaking so a softly: "yes Master, I finished" licks her low lip and looks so to Rowena chuckling softly to her words, giggling looks at the slaver and so back to her: "i like it so lot, instead of the gruel all is super better "giggles softly again with childish  giggle

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) rose to his feet, "Carry your bowls to the kitchen" he told them.  "And then we can go outside." he murmured, sick of the inside of the building.

Rowena (rowan.held): Yep, that idea appealed to her.  She wanted to go outside, a chance to study the city streets.  The irony was, her first thought wasn't the total humiliation of what she was wearing.  Then again, maybe she just figured a chance at escape was worth the immodest attire.  She lifted the bowl and made her way to the kitchen, setting it down for one of the kettle girls to clean.  "that sounds like a fine idea" she said to the man as if they were somehow on equal footing - her agreeableness was probably enough to alert him something was up.

Naja (luthienvs) gets her own bowl and rushes in the kitchen trotting and bouncing, yea .. she had a dark bruise on her back and arse but well she was also happy that they are going outside, so puts the bowl in the basin washing it super careful and drying it, so walks outside and looks at the Master with a super smile on her lips rubbing time in time the dark bruise  on her arse

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) pulled a leash from his belt, and stared at Rowena.  "Lesha" he told her, the command to turn her chin to the left so he could more easily leash her.  He was definitely being an urt today.  He saw that both were eager and excited, pleased with their reaction.

Rowena (rowan.held) looked at him, cold fury in her eyes.  "Is that really necessary?" she said in an unfriendly way, lifting her arms as far as the sirik would permit, and rattling the chains to make her point, "it isn't like I can run or anything".  She made no attempt to move her head in obedience, she was not about to take any pose of a slave.   The ihns ticked by as her thoughts did, constantly poking and prodding at outcomes of everything she did.. what if her refusal to tip her head meant he left her in the kennel, she would not get the chance to study the road system?  Not to mention, she'd be bored out of her mind left there.  She wanted to slap him, right hand slowly curled fingers inward and her mouth pursed tightly.  Huffing, she said "Fine!" and just barely turned her head so that her chin was to the left.  Her cheeks flamed red.

Naja (luthienvs) nibs her low lip listening Rowena's words and takes a long deep breath, holds it as swallows a bit harder trying to remain very very still like to be invisible, looks the Slaver and so looks back to Rowena and blushes

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was amused at her antics, as she bent to his will, "Next time, move it a bit more." He used his thumb and moved it as he wished, holding it as he wished, and then clipped the leash.  "Behave" he warned her.  Once she was secured, he was ready to go.  He opened the door, and gestured for the girls to proceed him out of the building, he would ensure that it locked as he closed it.

Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath once outside and smiles looking curious all around, the noise of the water make her calm and relaxed while she continue to looks around to try to learn as more as possible but really sure that she will lose her self as well

Rowena (rowan.held) could see the discoloration on Naja's backside and cringed slightly, not only from the color but also the fact that she was  ~looking~ at the girl's butt.  She could barely contain her irritation as he touched her face and moved it as he pleased, as if he had every right to do so.  His touch burned her skin as if he'd set a flame to it and she wanted nothing more than to break away from that contact.  Welcome relief when the leash clicked into place and he removed his hand.  She grumbled wordless sounds as she mostly stomped out the door behind him, ignoring the way her blood thudded a bit faster in her veins for some reason.  She did her best to clear her thoughts, wanting to pay careful attention to everything she saw, landmarks, trees, roadways, buildings, anything that would let her craft various routes around the city, but mostly, she was looking for the quickest way to the docks.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) came out a little and to the right.  "Look over the edge here" he instructed new slave.  "See, this is the lower entrance to the kennels." He gestured to include the square.  "This is for the lower caste folks, at the end opposite the kennels, the metal worker." he told her.  Then he pointed to the bank on this level to their left, "Bank there, you see?" and then beyond it the cafe. "Cafe is there. Understand?"

Naja (luthienvs) listens very careful and pulls herself up her hands on the edge looking down, she was on tip toe but not touching so lot, looks where he say and so searches to see as more as possible: "yes Master, I understood" Smiles trying to keep all in her mind

Rowena (rowan.held) also looked over the edge, noting the awning of blue and gold marking the slavers' building.  She recalled that the metal worker's was down the alley that direction.  Looking to the left, she saw the city square, and the lovely little pond, she paused long enough to see if there were any brightly colored fish swimming in it.. cafe noted as well as the bank.  Pond, bank, cafe, pond bank cafe... she committed it to her memory.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) exited the small courtyard.  He pointed to the tall building where every visitor came down.  "See how tall and thin it is? It is a good landmark for you to find if you are lost.  Cafe is in line with it, and the Palace is beyond the cafe, still in a straight line.  He then pointed to his left to the large building.  "that is the Inn, and there trimmed in blue and gold, is the slaver's compound" he pointed to the building they had departed.

Naja (luthienvs) looks around and searches to see what he speaking about, turns her head as fast as she can and feels her heart so rush in her chest trying to keep all in her mind, swallows looking time in time to Rowena before smiles again: "yes I see Master"

Rowena (rowan.held): Back through the garden outside the kennel, and through the archway.  Ok, this was familiar, the first day he had taken her out in those horrible silks.. wait.. she looked down at herself, she was STILL wearing the same style clothing!  Bah, maddening.  Focus Rowena, focus, pay attention to your surroundings, she chided herself.  She noted the tall building, sensing that was significant, she recalled coming down a monumental set of stairs when she had been brought there, hooded.  It seemed reasonable that it was the only structure that could account for that - it was likely her way out - and RIGHT near the kennel too!  Her eyes quickly scanned the area, but perhaps she should have been more attentive to why he was so freely explaining where everything was, surely he knew the woman had not given up on the idea of finding a way out of his dastardly clutches?  Oh, the inn!  She wondered if they had tea, of course they did, but was it any good - a good cup of tea was often hard to find.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) considered his captive and could almost hear her thoughts.  He let a smile touch his lips.  He stepped closer to Rowena, and put his hand on the back of her tunic, and pulled, hard and fast, tearing the shirt free, baring her magnificent tits to the sun light.  This would get him two points, one, he liked looking at tits, and two, she would be so upset and distracted that her head would not do well at processing anything but her rage at him, as he tucked the now rag, into his belt.  He then moved to his right, letting her follow, as if it did not matter at all to him that her tits were now fully displayed.

Naja (luthienvs) blinks blinks looking at the Master and Rowena, the ripping noise make her gasps hard and swallows stepping a little back from Rowena now that she have naked boobies, blushes so strong and looks the Master a few moment getting ready to the explosion

Rowena (rowan.held): She cried out, loudly, thank the Kings no one else was around to hear the shriek and look that direction.  The top, thin material was no match for his strength, tore loose easily enough.  She ~whirled~ around on her heel, scraping her bare foot on the stones a bit and either tried to snatch at the fabric as he was tucking it into his belt, or strike him - did it matter?  The sirik ensured neither of those actions could be done, and she stumbled forward slightly, nearly falling right into him.  That sent her into another scurry, trying to avoid even TOUCHING the man.. her now-bared breasts swung heavily, feeling the heat of the sun on flesh that had never felt such a thing before.  She wanted to run, hide... escape, cry, vanish in a flurry of blue flame.  "How DARE you!" she hissed at him, every fiber in her body infuriated.  Her arms reached up to try to cover herself, or reach for the fabric.. or... cover herself.  Every confused thought danced clearly on her face mingled with the murderous glare she gave him.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gave her a very amused smile, both dimples popped up.  "It pleases me." he told her, nothing more.  He pointed off toward the Library.  "See over there is the scribes, and inbetween the cafe and the scribes is a gaming area, the bakery, and a bread cheese thing place" he found it weird, but hey, what ever sells.  "Let us walk and you can see them close up."  He admired the bounce and jiggle of the naked tits, and the raging  fury that his dark beauty displayed, her eyes so bright, her colour so very high, cheeks flaming

Naja (luthienvs) nibs her low lip and looks to Rowena and so the Slaver, swallowing even harder as she speak like that, thanksful the Slaver was in good mood at least she hope but gets ready to follow him:"yes Master I see" pushes up on tip toe and looks a bit more far

Rowena (rowan.held) could not even think, let alone pay any attention to the latest information he conveyed about the buildings around them.  She had only one thought - she was standing half-naked, collar and leash... IN PUBLIC!  She was so red that even her toes peeking out so prettily beneath the hem of the long skirt were glowing red.  Tears burned at her eyes and his words.. his WORDS?!?!  It PLEASED him?  She did not give an urt's ASS what he thought, she was utterly mortified.  She tried to pull the gold sash around her body, that didn't work.  She tried to find a tree to hide behind - damn the leash keeping her right there.  She sobbed, panic welling up in her in such a way that it rivaled the moment her eyes had opened in that wagon, to see a stranger with his hand over her mouth.  She choked out "please.. let my hair down, please".  Yes, freely loose hair was something only a slave wore, but which was worse, to look even more slave-like, or to have her breasts so callously displayed?  "please" she almost cried the pleading word out.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) studied his captive for an ihn.  He continued to walk letting them keep up.  He was very pleased indeed.  Saying nothing more as they moved along.

Naja (luthienvs) hearing Rowena's words she looks at her taking a deep breath while looks back to the Slaver, so moves closer to her whispering softly: "tr..try to beg him Rowena" oh she knew that maybe that would upset her but at least she try to help her as well, swallowing looks around trying to capture in her mind as more as possible

Rowena (rowan.held): She tried, oh she tried, to plant her feet and not move, but the leash pulled taut and she followed behind before she just went down on the ground.  Those tears that had pooled, started to spill and she tried so very hard to make the chains grow longer so she could fully cross her arms over her breasts.  She had only one choice, to stay as close behind him as she could, and hope his body, being bigger, would afford her the tiniest measure of cover.  Every bit of fight in her was currently drained, sapped away by the humiliation.  She prayed to the Priest Kings, wipe the city out with Bazi plague, burn the whole thing to the ground in some Armageddon-esque blue flame, spare her the added torment of actually coming across another living soul as he paraded her about.  She heard the other girl talking, sort of, but couldn't even make sense of the words.  Her face stared at the cobblestones, not even taking note of where they were walking.  "please" she whispered again through strangled sobs.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gestured to the green trimmed building "Physicians, which some call 'greens'  I catch you doing so, I will whip you until you remember it.  No one is a 'colour' they have a caste, or a name, not a colour.  clear?" he stated.  He then pointed back to the blue building.  Upper level of that building is the library, lower level is for paper work filing and such." he gestured to the square in general.  "This is marked as "physicians and scribes area, so you can lead folks who need to do paperwork or see a healer to the correct place.  He pointed across the square.  "Way over there is the ambassador's place" and then he turned and headed back the way they had come.  He tweaked a nipple as he passed her, "Lovely" he told her, as it puckered up hard and fast.

Naja (luthienvs) swallows hearing about the whip once again and her hand move to her arse massaging the bruise, takes a long deep breath whispering a soft: "yes Master its clear. Physician and Scribe" nods again a few more time and so follows him blushing even more as he twisted Rowena's nipple, blushes so strong and clear her throat

Rowena (rowan.held): What was he saying?  She had no idea, the entire world had stopped for her.  She shimmied her shoulders trying to wiggle that sash over to cover herself, ineffectively, and making her very visible breast jiggle.  She choked on another sob.  Oh not to be forgotten that stormy furor still roiled within her, but the pressing issue was to protect her modesty.  Vengeance was a little lower on the priority list at the moment.  She was so close to him, trying to hide behind him, she hadn't considered that left her well within easy reach and when his thumb and finger grasped her nipple, instinct was to try to jerk away - that was a mistake as it resulted in that soft nub of flesh being pulled, swelling in response.  Her eyes flew open, her belly knotted - something she attributed purely to the indignation of his chutzpah in touching her like that, that another cause for that tensing in her belly could be at play was beyond her ability to recognize in the bevy of emotions that tumbled like stones in a polisher through her mind.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "This center square is the merchants square, which is where shopping is done."  he led them down the steps and headed back toward their own square, not really stopping much to let them look around.  He had a method to his madness.    "you are quite lovely my 

Rowena." he said calmly and then glanced to Naja, 'Is she not?  She grows more beautiful every day she is in my care." by beauty he meant more submissive, more slave like, more helplessly his possession.

Naja (luthienvs) looks around her nose up as she was looking as more as possible, so nibs her low lip and listens the Master speaking so a soft: "yes she is Master" smiles and looks at Rowena trying to cheers her up a bit

Rowena (rowan.held): Insults.. words some might yearn to hear from a man's lips, to her, they were torture upon her mind, compounded by the faint awareness that there was some heretofore unknown feeling burning through her at hearing them.  She wanted to claw it out of her belly and discard it, terrified of what she could not identify.  There were so many things in his words, his actions, in just those few ehns.. in other circumstances each would have set her off, "his Rowena"... to comment on her looks, to grant a slave the right to comment on her looks?  But she was unaware of all of it.  She was beautiful, in a way that might make some men want to possess her, but it was the sort of thing she could not possibly know, living her life beneath layers and layers of robes and veils, sending every potential suitor away, usually without bothering to even meet them.  Her proud posture was slumped, trying to make herself small and invisible in a color that would have caught the eye of anyone around and demanded the look at it, and by extension her.  "stop.. please.. just.. let me go, please", her words were broken as was the tone, futile begging that would likely bear no fruit.  Once more she shrugged her left shoulder, leaning to the right so gravity might assist the yellow sash in movement.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) moved just past the kennels and pointed at the buildng iin the corner.  "Chandler, and shipwrights" he said to Naja, to his beauty he cupped her chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting her face up so he could see it.  Once she met his own eyes, she would see his pleasure and his will as he looked at her.  "No.  Rowena.  You are not going to be let go." it was enough,  perhaps.  When she accepted it, he looked at Naja, "Take me from here to the Inn" it was just up the steps after all.

Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and her stomach became warm looking between them two, takes a long breath as she would hope soon she will find something similar for herself too, blushes even more finding her self to daydream and shakes a bit her head trying to focus on what the Master asked to her, nibs her lips and looks a moment around making a few unsure steps to the stairs moving up to them and so pointing to the building on her left with the light blue band moving a bit closer

Rowena (rowan.held): There it was, the first evidence that he was manipulating, successfully altering her to suit him.  When his hand touched her face she did not try to pull away, tipped up to look at him he could see the full depth of pain, fear, enmity.. the hurt and defeat, she did not attempt to hide it from his inspection.  All that she felt?  Was met by the look in his eyes, his delight, his intent.. and his words, sounding like the ominous harbinger of what was to come - the only question to remain was when, when would the mood strike him to fully strip her of everything that she was.  "not.. let.. go".  She heard it, repeated in her mind, his voice seemed almost.. warm, tender, indulgent.  Buried somewhere were the words Jami had whispered, that she had a way to get Rowena out, but Rowena could also hear the grains of sand slipping one by one through the ahn-glass.  His touch.. burned along the line of her chin, breath escaped her - could he feel the reverberation that was dancing through her, did he understand what it meant when she herself could not?  She swallowed quietly and tried to call up the wrath that sustained her freedom.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) plucked at the pert point as he took his hand away once more, the skin warm from the sun as well as the woman's body, the peak had not fallen away, this time, the touch was firmer, stronger, with a definite roll involved that might leave her innocent flesh throbbing, recalling how it felt right up to the front of her mind, any time she started to forget his impertinence.  He then trailed after the blond girl to see where she took him.

Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard and so points to the build llooking at him and nibbling her low lip like super nervous looking time in time to Rowena trying to see if she was more or less ok

Rowena (rowan.held): His touch moved down her body, taking hold of her once again.  She still did not move, maybe she learned the lesson last time, the sting of having that flesh tugged.  When he rolled her nipple in his grip though, her upper body clenched forward slightly, not in pain.. again, she simply did not have the word for it as a shallow breath tried to crowd her lungs, taut muscles of her belly clenching as well, shoot, even the sweet curve of her ass gripped around the chain that slid so perfectly up her crack.  Eyes opened wide, shock.. quickly clouded by something else, something far more.. primal.  Her jaw clenched though and she tried to fight her way through whatever it was that was spreading through her body.  It was a welcome relief when he broke touch with her flesh, taking that intense gaze of mossy eyes from her.  She wasn't sure she could remain standing, knees felt oddly weak, perhaps he had poisoned the vulo that morning and she was falling ill - yes, that was what her mind was going to convince her was the only explanation for what she was feeling - food poisoning.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) laid his free hand on the bond's shoulder "Yes, and over here is the entrance, you should know how to get them inside hmm?" He was very aware of how his actions are affecting his capture.  It was a carefully calculated plan that would bring the proud beauty to the full realization that she is in fact a slave hiding in a free woman's clothing, clothing he would take from her layer by layer, bringing her to a fuller  understanding of her enslaved state.

Naja (luthienvs) feels the touch on her shoulder, a super warm feeling runs on her spine and down on her entire body, her cheeks become super red now as she follows him, her mind gone in the trash again but at least she manage to speak good: "y..ye .. yes m ... Master .. y.. yes" Nods a few time while her voice was shuttering too while takes a long deep breath, sensible she was? oh damn yea she was super sensible

Rowena (rowan.held) moved behind him, whatever it was that pulsated in her body?  It was affecting everything about her, as if the very cells of what she was were under the control of something she could not describe..  Her steps were fluid, the belt snugged up against her sex - anyone with the knowledge of what was happening would understand it was the chains that kept her freedom bound loosening, it was the gait of heat just starting to warm, a tantalizing peek at the potential buried within her; and she was too absorbed in trying to line her insides back up to even consider it was anything but bad vulo.  She looked up when they stopped, trying to find something else to think about, to focus on - where were they?  She had absolutely no idea.  If he had turned her loose right then, she'd have had no clue how to get to those tall steps, or even the kennels.  She looked.. lost and confused... and fearful,  but there was also the glimmer of something else which she could not see in her own eyes.  Once more, she said... "please.. please.. my hair.. please", she pleaded once again for some possible hint of modesty.. or maybe some protection from his touch that was making it impossible for her to even think.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) considered where next to have her go.  "I might want to read a scroll on the history of Athos.  Can you take me to the library?" he asked of Naja.  His gaze taking in the confusion, the nascent desire, and the still pink and puckered nipple, all in a glance.  "Are you well Lady Rowena?" he asked as if she were still a lady and one who needed his concern for her delicate sensitivity.  Hmm, Lady might be an excellent slave name for her.  Something for him to consider.  "Wait, what? You want your lovely hair turned loose to fall down your back so that all would know how scandalous you are? I could not let you do that, Lady, any more than I could make you walk without a proper veil to guard your modesty." he turned to follow Naja

Rowena (rowan.held): ok, his mockery of her did the trick, confusion got sent back to the bench as rancor stepped up to the plate, ready to take a swing.  Her back straightened, oops, talk about putting that uncovered tit on full display.... her head lifted and the tempest stormed in her eyes once again.  "you served me bad food" she hissed, "I feel quite... ", well was 'ill' the right word exactly?  Her tone escalated, sneering as she said "scandalous?  SCANDALOUS? to want my hair down to cover my nakedness... nakedness YOU caused???  Proper veil?  This is your idea of proper", she darn near ripped it off of her face in order to throw it in his, but.. that sirik, she couldn't reach it without bending down and she wasn't about to appear to be bending toward him in any fashion.  She turned to Luthien, the girl she was actually fond of, the free woman that she was just almost demanded the girl to give up her camisk so that Rowena could cover herself, but sanity kept that in check.

Naja (luthienvs) scratches her head a little bit looking the Master, takes a long deep breath but blushes even more as listen how he was teasing and mental tormenting her friend, nibs her low lip and swallowing tries to remember where the library was, she try to connect that .. library ... is ... a way of scribe .. so . he want her to go to the scribe building, that was easy to remember, she just turn back and walks super forward, now .. there was a problem, but she try to get it in her mind, the library .. where it could be up or down ..well lets start to move there .. she would at least have some luck to find it there

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) walked after the bond, watching her buttocks sway with each step.  Rowena would be tugged along behind.  Once they reached the Library, he glanced down at the baths that were in the physicians and scribes square.  He stopped and then stepped back, just enough that the front of the captive pressed against his back.  "Well done, Bond." he told Raja.  "There is a paga tavern,  I am feeling thirsty, can you show it to me?" He had not  showed her where it was on purpose.  Paga tavern would be in the center square,the merchant square, so all she had to do was take him there.  She had not seen it on the upper level, so it must be on the main level.  "Do keep up dear" he said to Rowena as all of her sweet curves pressed and rubbed against the fine embroidered fabric.

Rowena (rowan.held): Once again, she had absolutely no idea how they'd gotten from point A to point B.  That strange warm feeling that had tried to flare to life?  It was now as cold as if the waters of the northern Thassa had doused her.  She was a marionette, even if she didn't know it, and he was the one pulling her strings.. dancing her elegantly toward truths she did not want, then snatching her back and granting her the comfort of the known, the safety of her frosted cocoon.  For the moment, anger was even enough to make her forget, kind of, that she was so disgustingly exposed, and her angry little steps made that uncovered globe of flesh all but dance as she moved.  Wait!  What?  Did he say... paga tavern?  Rancor was a swing and a miss, terror came running out of the bullpen - she was not about to step in a place like that, suddenly well aware she was uncovered again.... half naked.... in a tavern of ANY kind?  Her tiny hands wrapped around the leash as though she might try to jerk it loose of his grip, mentally, she was all but daring him to meet her gaze because if looks could kill?  The daggers in her glare would solve her problem completely.  "Patronizing... bosk", she hissed at him in response.  Yep, she thought something a lot worse than that, but she was a lady after all, and such words were not prone to fall from her lips, no matter how many times she might think them.

Naja (luthienvs) gasps hard a few time trying now to remember where he showed the tavern but .. .ehi .. he do not .. so she became paler, ohhh come on she was a bond after all, she have to be brave and think, the long hall in the north normal is upper an hill but very visible so that all can reach it, so .. now .. on south should have to be something similar, but not up, so .. should have to be at least closer to the dock or she really hope so, but not up cause up was other like the play area or something similar, if she remember well he spoke about squares, so if she was right all that was in the first square, looks around for a moment trying to remember the way, takes a deep long breath and starts to makes her steps, her movements were a bit unsure but she would let her sense guide her her eyes darts here and there as she try to find the way

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was not about to bring two virgins into the tavern, but watching the woman just about have a coronary was totally worth it.  "Clever girl" he said to the bond, letting Rowena get closer, he then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tucking her up against his body, his free hand hanging just above her nipple, "Warriors, love to drink paga, and smiths are often thirsty.  The warriors live beyond the metal worker.  Take us there." he told her, waiting until the girl moved before he again let his hand find the sweet naked curve, letting the weight rest in his palm, while finger and thumb captured the point, letting her make the move to push in deeper, to avoid the pressure, or pull back and scrape the tender skin, or perhaps she would just hold still letting him hold onto her in this way.

Rowena (rowan.held) was about ... to die.  She knew it.  Surely the Priest Kings were watching, and a zap of blue would vaporize her right there in front of that tavern.  She was still, instinctively, staying close to him, trying to use him as a makeshift shield.  Her body stiffened when he draped his arm around her.  Oh she was suddenly VERY aware of where his hand was and part of her was ready to try to shrug away, but there was something else in there too... something that kept her still.  Once more, she was unable to follow conversation... metal warriors?  What was he saying?  As she shook her head to clear her thoughts, his hand slipped lower, cupping the swell of her breast and the reaction, though subtle, was instant.  Her posture shifted slightly, leaning into the touch as he toyed with her nipple.  Yep, she forgot how to breath, not that oxygen was all that important, right?  Time stopped.  Every thought in her head was drawn to the same swollen point his touch now held, trying to understand what was tearing her apart inside, or clamping down.. no, definitely ripping at her.  When she finally took a breath in, he could likely fill the lift and press of her chest moved by expansion of her lungs, nestling that mound into his palm.

Naja (luthienvs) tries to looks around a moment to get her oriented, she remember that the metal worker is right in front of the kennel but .. how to go there from where they were, if behind her was the Physician and the Scribe, front of her now it was the kennel, so takes a long deep breath and tries to follow her sense again, starts to walks moving her body with an unripe sensual movements, so super unripe yea , here and there her bruised butt come out from the kennel and she rubs at it a little bit. Time in time turns her head smiling as see Rowena go through a wonderful mental travel to bring her to the final step

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Section 2:  Naja’s Branding
Alesandro (alex.lavendel) ambled behind the bond.  His hand staying on the sweet curve.  Every step, jiggled and wiggled like jello, he much enjoyed the sensation.  The nipple trapped was tugged and teased, with every quick little step.  He kept her trapped that way all the way to warrior's hall.  "See you are well able to learn." he told Naja.  "Come, we have one more stop to take" He turned his back on the hall and headed toward the smiths, the irons were hot and ready for their appointment with a thigh.  "isn't she clever, Rowena?" he asked

Rowena (rowan.held): There was relief at not being dragged into a tavern, and the disconcerting feeling of his hand on her breast.... confusion because she had no idea where they even were just then.  They could have been on one of the three moons for all she knew at the moment.  Deep within that angry voice was snarling at her, trying to tell her to get a grip on herself but there was also a softer one that was whispering to life - maybe she was actually suffering from schizophrenia as the voices in her head lined up for battle?  Food poisoning!  yes, bad vulo.  She wasn't crazy, she was just.. ill.  The walk was  tricky, wrapped in his arm, every step tugging the flesh he chose to hold, at times slightly painful and yet... not.  Oh look, pretty waterfall.  She blinked when he spoke, tassa powder, that would be her next conviction, he had drugged her.  Her eyes moved where he indicated.. seeing the brazier, the irons.  Oh yeah, that feeling in her belly?  Gone.  It wasn't so much the words he said, but the unspoken... one day..he might actually consider setting one of those marks to her flesh, sealing her fate.  Damn his fingers unrelenting in the way he teased her flesh, nipple engorged and sensitive.  She had no answer to his question, or she'd forgotten how to speak...  most likely she was just afraid the answer he might want to hear would fall from her lips.

Naja (luthienvs) follows him trotting cause he told that, happy smile on her face but as he moves to the smith she swallows hard and became paler, soooo super paler, her heart rushes so strong in her heart, looks to the Master and swallows even more while her steps became shaking, looks him time in time, in a way was a moment that every slave would love but was also the scared one, she heard the slaves screams so bad for that brand and that was something that make her sweat a little bit

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let Rowena's flesh go rather reluctantly as they entered the smithy.  "Yes." he said to the bond.  He fastened the chain up high at the entrance so that Rowena was trapped where he left her.  He walked over to the log, and beckoned Naja.  "I know." he said to her.  "I won't lie.  But it is over soon." he tried to reassure, his smile slightly sad yet his dimple popped on one side.  "Lay here, and I will make this quick" he promised her

Rowena (rowan.held): She was certain she could smell the taint of burnt flesh in the air - of all things, she wondered how a metal worker.. or anyone for that matter.. gained the skill of affixing a brand in the flesh of a slave?  Were there poor slaves somewhere who existed for the sole reason of being branded over and over and over, as practice flesh?  Burned and scarred until they had no flesh left to use, traded out for new flesh until the craft was perfected to ensure a valuable slave was marked attractively?  Well, that was a morbid thought, eh?  She shuddered, unable to fathom the pain and fear of being led to a place like this, knowing that brand would sear into one's flesh, a permanent.. life-long... symbol of an enslavement that would last until death.  She knew some slaves hoped for it, longed for it.. chattered about wanting a "pretty brand" - but Rowena was not a slave, she had never spent time contemplating being branded.  There was a whispered sound as he let go of her flesh, what.. was that?  In an ihn, she was secured near the entrance.  Oh.. oh no.  He .. wasn't?  He.. was?  Her bottom lip caught in her teeth, she couldn't watch this.  Funny, the change in her thinking, she'd never considered slave branding as anything but a matter of merchant law, they were just beasts and it was appropriate to mark them as such, right?  And in his careful planning, he left her there with the embers of heat glowing in her belly, securing that feeling to what she was about to witness, creating a link between unnamed desire and submission to that hot iron.

Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep super strong breath while shivers and lays against the log, swallows so deep and looks deep in his eyes, cerulean gaze super scared but she trusted him, lifts her camisk enough to let her left thigh naked and hisses a little bit as her back and ass touched the wood, swallows a few time while searches time in time the eyes of Rowena trying to get some comfort, takes a long strong deep breath while searches to do not shake hard and so whispers: "c.. can I ... I s.. scream Master?"

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tied the girl hand and foot. He then laid leather, just below here crotch and just above her knee, the pressure making the skin bulge up into a smooth silken skinned pillow.  He checked the iron, setting it on a steel plate for an ehn.  "Yes.  Pretty girl.  This is the last act you may do freely, the screams that mark the change from a citizen to that of a right-less animal." He rubbed his palm over the satiny skin, as he picked up the wooden handled tool.  He looked again at her face, his lips no longer smiling, he focused on the thigh.  The iron came in crisping the fine hairs the supple flesh unable to even twitch in  fear, as the iron pressed in a brief kiss that sear through the skin, touching the fine layer of fat and just started to mark the muscle as he pulled it off, the line clean and sharp.  He looked at his work.  It was a beautiful thing.  The many hours he had spent learning his craft meant that the girls would always look good after his work.

Rowena (rowan.held) sobbed a soft single sound.  "please... do not make.. me ... watch this.  please".  If this was his ultimate plan for her, to break her, burn her, open her and sell her off.. she... did not want to see it coming.  She did not want to see what the branding would be like, did not want the days or weeks of that knowledge lingering in her head, waking every morning wondering if that day would be "the day".  Yes, the free woman who didn't care about slaves was realizing they were more than just beasts, even if that was all the law granted them.  If he did that to her, if he truly meant to enslave her, would she cease being the person she was, would memories and knowledge vanish, leaving her a mindless animal like a bosk grazing?  No, she was understanding that now.... she would carry all she knew with her into that life, but it would no longer be hers but that of whomever owned her.  Her nipple throbbed, she cursed in her own head at it.  She looked to Naja, her expression was truly kind and compassionate as she heard the girl ask if she would be permitted to scream.  Part of her wanted to go to the girl and wrap her arms about the blond head and hold her, comfort her - quite the change from who she had been mere weeks earlier, someone who was indifferent to the screams of a slave.  She watched him move, the confidence he had in his own skill, and within ihns, the brand touched flesh and she cringed, waiting for the scream.

Naja (luthienvs) breaths so hard now as looks at him, every single movement, every steps till he get the iron, she never ever stop to look at him and so to Rowena, trying and finding the comfort she needed, oh she knew that this was going to hurt her like hell but oh how much she wanted that, her breath starts to increase as soon as see the brand move close to her thigh, his soft touch make her shiver just a little before feels the hard strong pain that crosses her spine, and all her entire body, branded, she was finally branded, the last step, well some one can think about the piercing but she was a bond and for her that was the last step, a deep scream run from her lips and fill the smith house, and runs outside to the streets, arches a bit her back and tears runs on her cheeks while her skin burn like crossed by lava, the scent of burned skin fills her nostrils and make her stomach twists while her head turn so hard, shakes it as she do not want to faint and closes her eyes just an Ihn to get her mind and focus on what just happened, she is finally branded

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) set the iron in the bucket, the hiss lost under the girl's wailing cries.  It was a sound that he had grown up hearing, an act he had watched thousands of time, and performed too many times to count.  He would let the bond rest for a few ehn before he tried to get her to here feet and back to the kennel.  He needed to find a good name for her, and he was sure something would come to him.  He stepped back toward Rowena.  "Do you know how claiming is done here?" He asked of her in what might seem to be a total non sequitur.

Rowena (rowan.held): It felt like it took forever for the air to carry the smell of cooked flesh to her nose, for the sound of the girl's scream to fill that same air.  Time was trapped in ancient amber, held suspended in that moment with a golden hue.  Slowly, Rowena's gaze moved down to the girl's thigh, to the brand that was now angry and red.. and most surely painful.  There would be many things that would plague her dreams that night, not the least of which was how complacently the girl had moved to the log to be secured, knowing she was about to be branded.  She could not grasp that willingness, not yet.  When he spoke to her, it was like he was using a foreign language, the answer was in her head but nothing was coming out of her mouth.  She just gave a weak shake of her head, by this point mostly leaning against the lattice.

Naja (luthienvs) breaths now a bit slower while the pain was starting to set up a bit, she will care for that brand so super lot so to do not get it infected but super clean, takes a few long strong deep breath feeling that her head stop to turn, smiles to the Master while help her to stand up on her feet but she could just hold one foot down so to do not make the brand pull a lot, closes her eyes an Ihn while looks to Rowena blushing to that question, looks her a moment before steps with her back against the bulkhead so to rest and being not between them

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) wanted the freshly branded girl to wait until he was there to assist her up.  "Ah, it is much as a tarnsman will mark their plunder" He left it at that, for now.  He would get the girl's home, and discuss a bit about 'tagging' perhaps in his office where he kept the supplies for such.  He stepped back over to Naja,  "Do you feel you can walk?" He asked her, ready to assist her home.

Naja (luthienvs) looks to the Slaver and speaks softly: y... yes I can Master I can walk Master "blushes softly while stretches a bit her arms feeling all her body in pain, well she had a bit still of pain from the lash and now the brand but well nothing so bad and hard, takes a deep breath and smiles looking so to Rowena showing her new brand with super pride in her eyes, she tries to bounces but of course she could not now and giggles a little bit

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) unhooked the lady and with a nod to both, they all headed back toward the house.  His steps were considerate of the freshly branded girl.  "You did well" he told the bond.  "I am proud of you." yeah those words of praise could mean the world to one who had a deep slave heart, and he gave them when they were earned.

Rowena (rowan.held) watched as the girl settled to her feet, noting the way the slaver ensured she would not fall to the ground.  That.. was an unexpected sight, compassion.. from him.. for a beast?  She gave the girl what she hoped was an appreciative glance as she looked at the brand, but in her own mind Rowena could not shake the feeling that there would be a day in which she too was on that log.  She hoped they were returning to the kennel, wow that was strange.. she wanted to go back there?  But, it was better than being out in the open still uncovered.  She waited for the man to untangle the leash from where he had fixed it, then followed behind.

Naja (luthienvs) hears that words and her hearts jumps so full of joy, like a super warm blanket in the hard winter of north, blushes so strong and her heart now is full of joy, takes a deep breath and looks to Rowena like she had the bigger gift ever in all her entire life

7-14-19
Rowena’s Piercing
Rowena (rowan.held): still lead by the leash, she entered that room and her eyes went wide.  She knew that room.  It had been the room where he had removed the hood from her head, the first thing she had seen after being delivered.  His face.. the first her eyes had been permitted to look upon, her face red and dirty, tear-stained and wild-eyed.  Not much different from now except he permitted her to bathe.  She saw the smile, the way Naja positively glowed with pride and joy.  It made no sense to Rowena, the fresh brand had to hurt and yet the girl looked as if she'd been given some precious gift that was beyond description.  The warming of her own soul had cooled slightly, but she was not as.. rigid.. as she was even 20 ahn earlier, and that was obvious in the look on her face, the way her posture seemed softer... everything about her, really had some subtle shift, but she herself could still not see it, or was refusing to see it.  same difference.

Naja (luthienvs) steps inside the office for the first time and peeks around a bit unsure, looks here and there as she steps back , rubs her nose a little bit while adjust her hair and looks time in time to the fresh new brand smiling with super big eyes

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) settled one cheek on the table and leaned over, taking out a roll of thinnish wire from a drawer, and some numbered leaf shaped tags that had a hole in one end.  He pulled another scroll toward him, and wrote down his name and the number 27  next to it.  He then selected the number 27 tag and let it rest in his palm.  "Tagging is a way for a tarnsman to ensure that all of his 'goods' or 'spoils' are credited to his account.  They take a bit of wire" held the wire up so that thee girls could see it, using the pliers, he cut a sharp angle across it, pushing it through the small hole.  "I am sure you can see how practical this is right?" he asked of both girls, although he was mostly talking to Rowena.

Rowena (rowan.held) was watching the slaver with eyes more sharp than a herlit's.  "It is sound business principle, of course" she said dispassionately, but she had a strong suspicion she knew exactly where that wire was going to go., the most common place to tag a bosk, for instance, as in the ear.  She looked to Naja, horrified.  It was the sort of thing that not even manumission papers could overturn.  She took a step back, pulling the leash taut between his hand and her throat.

Naja (luthienvs) looks and listens very careful scratching a bit her head, not so sure cause she never saw something like that but found it super interesting, looks to Rowena and moving closer touches a bit her hand so to comfort her seeing her face

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no clue that a merchant woman from a city would know the first thing about tagging, and the folks on his world tended to mark them with an iron brand, but hey, he was just a city slaver, what did he know.  He approached the woman, his gaze intent, "When the men bring in a fresh capture, or a stray slave, they have first right to reserve it if they wish." he explained as he backed her into the wall of her choice and then used his body to pen her in there.  A smile slow and warm pulled two dimples free as she seemed to work out just what was coming for her.  He would extend his hand, seeking to capture her lobe, and stretch it tight, glancing at the spot then at her eyes, and then again at the spot.  With no real hesitation he rammed it right through the thin skin, and then twisted the metal into a 'ring' of sorts, so that the metal leaf with his number on it, touched her neck just below her ear.  "Like so." he explained, the simple act.  "There, now you are correctly 'claimed' my Rowena" It was only one ear, and she might even hide it behind a veil and clever hair styles, perhaps she could still escape into some kind of illusion of freedom.

Rowena (rowan.held): If anyone from Ar had seen her, standing there half naked, on a leash, in a slaver's office.. being "comforted" by a slave who had just been branded and was about to end up with a pierced ear - they would have laughed and figured some traveling playwright had created a very clever piece of fiction - but there she was, in that office, wearing almost nothing, with a freshly branded slave touching her hand as a slaver held that stiff wire with the tag in his grip.  Well, she had to hand it to the man, from a merchant's perspective, it made sense to ensure that the property he invested in molding into a finished product for sale would never have the chance to go free, but.. from the perspective of a free woman who had the uncanny feeling she was watching her own future unfold before her very eyes - it was.. incomprehensible.  But damn if her nipple wasn't still tingly and throbbing, the soft skin of her breasts warm and sun-kissed from an afternoon exposed to Lar-Torvis as he had walked the slave and her about  There was.. .NO small amount of surprise when, instead, his hand flashed out with expert precision.. and before she could even fathom what was -about- to happen, it was over.  and the sudden sharp piercing of her ear sent the burst of pain in a straight shot to her mind.  She was too stunned to even react, her mind too... overwhelmed to contemplate the full implication of what had just happened.  Shock set in and she stood there like stone, not even able to make a sound in response to the sharp pain.  Chances are that would not last long though.

Naja (luthienvs) gasps hard as see what the Master was doing, oh oh that was the last way for Rowena, looks her face and takes a deep breath and holds it as see the piercing with the number on it, holds Rowena's hand super tight now as she was almost sure she would be close to faint or scream or fight, or something, looks the Master while swallows a little bit in a mix of happiness for Rowena and also worry for the poor Slaver that was front of a former Free Woman just claimed, like a bull front of the red towel

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let her go, stepping back just a little.  He half expected her to explode in rage, half expected her to faint, or worst of all, just crumple up and bawl her eyes out.  It was just a single tag after all.  Only a trace of blood as the silver wire remained in it's twisted place, the soft tap, tap, tap of the metal tag caressed her neck so gently.  He would likely push no further buttons on her for a day or three, as she processed her bared chest and well displayed tag.  He was glad the sirik was so short or she might try to tear the tag off of her head.  That would really hurt and, would lower her value too.  "Lovely" he drawled.

Rowena (rowan.held): It etched into her mind.. the hammer and chisel of fate, chipping away at the shock that had frozen her and screamed in her head what he had just done.  She.. had.. a .. pierced.. EAR.  She jerked her hands upward trying to claw it free, knowing it would close over if it was not kept in there long enough to heal - surprise, that sirik kept her from reaching it.  She shook her head wildly, sending the carefully tucked locks into complete disarray as she tried to shake it loose.  Nothing would get it out of her ear lobe and that insane rage turned to him.  She.. launched.. herself at him.  Not like she was thinking clearly, he had the desk behind him which was solid and sturdy enough to keep him in place, plus she was pretty small by comparison - essentially, she bounced off of him and balled up fists began pounding on his chest, feet kicking, not even caring if she hurt herself in the process "GET IT OUT" she screamed at him, "OUT, GET IT OUT!"  While it was unlikely her tirade would affect the man at all, there was the chance of a lucky blow before he might react, either in anger, amusement or tolerance.  Actions had consequences but her blind rage could not see beyond the consequence of what he had just done to her.

Naja (luthienvs) gasps and steps a bit more back so to let her rage but looks between her and the Master swallowing a little bit as she maybe now got that she had no more way to escape or run, looks at her ear and smiles a little touching her own ears just a little blushing but also smiling so lot while whispers softly: "Calm .. calm Rowena you are going to hurt yourself .. please .. calm" she do not dare to move closer but tries to comfort her as well

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) settled back as the assault came, good, fury was easily dealt with, her feet smacking his bony shins, her hands punching his belly and ribs.  All that energy set her flesh to wobbling deliciously.  He was trying not to laugh, but it was not working well.  His eyes were alight with his pleasure while she spent her fury uselessly.  He did not slap her down, or even chastise her.  Instead, he enjoyed her fiery antics, for she was going to make an exquisite slave one day.  "Did you have something to say" he managed, only a couple of guffaws breaking through his question.  Not that he expected her coherent at all

Rowena (rowan.held): She wouldn't have cared if she was buck-ass naked just then, she wanted to hurt him.  His laughter... it was like pouring Thalarion oil on a fire and the blows she was trying to rain down on him were like trying to smack the whisp of a cloud with a feather.  Somewhere behind her she heard Naja and something about being calm - yeah, that was SO not gonna happen.  She sputtered words.. "SAY? CALM.. WHAT? SOMETHING.... TO.. SAY... SAY?"  She was teetering dangerously close to going out of her mind, her gaze scanned the desk, looking for anything... she lunched toward the candle base at the corner of the desk ... the sirik pulling her reach up short, but her body's momentum was moving forward and she went down over the desk, face first, as the hard edge smacked into her hips, leaving her bent over the desk breathless, the waist of the skirt which already sat so low you could see her ass-crack pulled further down just a bit.   She tried again to pull her hands up, made even more impossible by the, perhaps delectable, way she was laid over his desk.  Her cheek laid to the smooth surface, and she sobbed, the tears pouring from her eyes and wetting the papers scattered about by her clumsy fall onto the desk.  She had never pleaded for something in her life like she did just then, forlorn... she cried to him "please... ", certain he would understand she was begging him to take it out of her ear.

Naja (luthienvs) gasps so hard and steps back jumping as saw her reaction and so him laugh, swallows a little bit and shivers feeling her heart squeezed as she hear Rowena, she would love ot go there and comfort her and so she done, steps closer and caresses softly her hair whispering to her: "breath .. breath Rowena .. take your mind back or you are going ot hurt yourself hun" She looks the Slaver knowing she was risking too as she done something without permission but .. well she was her friend and she wanted to help her as she could

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) chose instead to let his  truly 'Puckish' nature loose. He pressed one hand into the small of her back, pushing her belly more firmly into the wood, as he moved behind her, pressing his loins up against her curving ass.  He leaned over her, murmuring.  "As you wish, my Rowena" and saying this his hands found the ties that kept the hair up, and again, being deliberately obtuse, he let her hair down as she had earlier begged of him.  This of course, hid the silver leaf, although it still rocked and tapped against her neck, catching her hair perhaps, or in it.  He had twisted the wire well enough that a woman would find it hard to untwist, a bit like a man closing a jar, that the woman could not reopen.  He gave a wink to Naja, as she sought to comfort the raging woman.

Rowena (rowan.held): Her entire form went still and stiff when she felt his hand at the small of her back, pinning her down.. and.. and.. oh Priest Kings save her, she felt him press his body up against her ass - she was never so glad to be wearing a belt as she was in that exact moment...and yet, there was a part of her that was currently buried under a veritable mountain of animosity... that wished it was not on her.  She felt him pull the pins out of her hair, thick coils of it tumbling over her face as he held her down, reducing her to.. what he wanted.  She was.. crushed.  Her life was gone with that simple piece of wire, any doubt she had up to that point?  Was gone - this.. was what he had intended.. all along.  That silver leaf with the number 27... in her ear.  The life and fight went out of her as darkness swirled in her head for a moment, the stress just simply overwhelming her..  Not that it last long, a few ihns at most.  She was clearly being a real ninny, here Naja had just been branded with hot iron, all she had was a piercing, right?  But the difference was clear, a brand could be excused papers that freed a slave - a piercing?   Could not be.  Hiccuped sobs shook her body, tendrils of her now loose hair sucked into her mouth, stuck to her face in the salt of her tears.. and his touch remained on her body, holding her there and oddly enough, tethering her to what little thread of sanity might survive this shock.  She heard Naja's voice but even that sounded far away and under water as the torrent of sorrow had to run its course in her mind.

Naja (luthienvs) blushes so hard seeing the Master's movement and nibs strong her low lip to make it bleed a little, takes a deep breath as sees those movements and something in her belly become warm not so sure why, but well she steps a bit back blushing softly while whispers with a little shake on her voice: awermmm maybe Master want to stay alone with his girl yes? "clears her throat a few time blushing even more caressing still Rowena's hair but looks the door a moment

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) kept his expression toned down as he looked to the bond.  His hand left the silky hair and he helped Rowena to straighten up before he stepped away and once more stood at her side.  The silver visible through her hair as winks and flashes of light.  He looked at her shocked and tear streaked face.  His hand again gentle under her jaw.  "Not so bad, is it my Rowena?"  he continued.  "Shall I send that message to your father?" yeah he was digging just a little at her.  "I was only protecting you, before another felt that you should be claimed by them." he was really reaching for his justification for her tagging.

Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena wanted to throw up as he touched her.. and when he pulled his hand away, she still wanted to throw up.  What.. was going on.. with.. her mind?  She felt like the bauble on her ear.. the.. tag.. marking her as property.. as.. an animal - it felt like it weighed as much as a bosk, laid against the side of her neck as he toyed with her hair.  She was pliant, but sullen, when his hand touched her... she felt the gentleness in the touch, which was as shocking as the piercing had been.  She sobbed, her face held in his hand.  She was.. ashamed.. deeply.. impacted.  When he spoke, taunting her with mention of -finally- telling her father where she was... her eyes were blank, empty pools of soft brown, silent tears that puddled in the lower lid.  She gave a defeated and almost imperceptible shake of her head, side to side.  She knew.. without question, that life was now gone.  Her father would turn his back on her, deny her as his daughter.  She wanted to pull away from him but she understood that now?  Such a thing could be dealt with far differently than mere ehns earlier.  She could do nothing but look at him.. as helpless and vulnerable as he had likely planned all along.

Naja (luthienvs) having no answer nibs her low lip and swallows stepping a little bit back, moves to the library and swallows softly, well she could not move as the door was close but stays there now, maybe was time for them to be alone and she do not wanted to disturb them more, looks Rowena as heard about her father and nibs her low lip again

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) felt the slight crease between his eyes at her behavior.  "thank you girl" he said to Naja.  "Come" he said to Rowena, taking her from his office and out to where she might at least feel more familiar.  It was just a simple hole, only on one side.  Okay, so in time a man would balance that look out, but for now, with no brand, she might still pass as a free woman if she were carefully discreet.

Rowena (rowan.held): It would be foolish to think the woman she was would vanish with something like a piercing, no, a lifetime had to be undone to get what he truly wanted, but for now?  The weight of it was crushing around her, but it was reasonable the fiery spirit would bounce back.. eventually..  She kept twitching her head, feeling the weight in her ear, tangling with her hair.  Numbly, she followed.. the leash ensuring it, but her steps felt weak, like any moment she might just. go to the ground.  When he sat in the chair, she just stood there.  A glance over to Naja, she was glad she had gotten to know the girl before -this- happened, she felt like there was at least someone she could talk to.. eventually.  The silence in the room seemed to wrap her up, her head was tipped forward, long waves of hair hiding her breasts - not that it mattered anymore.  Damn if looking down at herself didn't remind her of his touch upon her body and make a soft tug pull within her.

Naja (luthienvs) blushes softly while whispers with low voice: awarm ca... n I ... go around the city Master? "blushes so super hard as she walks still with pain but well she wanted to let them have their privacy also, smiles warm to Rowena and softly mouths to her "all will be ok" winks gentle and looks so to the Master waiting for his answer

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gently unhooked the lead from the girl's collar, pointing to the ground at hs feet. He looked to Naja, "yes yes you can girl" he told her letting her go explore and meet folks
Rowena (rowan.held): She watched as Naja turned to leave... fearing being left alone with the slaver, then again, the thing she feared the most in life.. had happened.  There was a sadness as the girl went down the stairs but, she did try to smile to her.. friend, if only to let her know.. she would be ok, eventually.  When he pointed to his feet, oh part of her wanted to refuse but her steps moved closer and she went to her knees, still in that stiff posture of a free woman kneeling as though at the table for tea.

Naja (luthienvs) smiles warm to the Master and so winks to Rowena, stretches a bit her arms before speaks a gentle: "thank you Master, I wish you a good day Master, and to you too Rowena" well maybe it wasnt such wonderful day for her but at least she hoped that could go better
Naja (luthienvs) hears the guard unlocks the door and once she was out locks it behind her as she walks out exploring

7-14-19
Dina Gets Sold
Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) slowly moved up, seeing lady bethany with some man in full black his eye's narrowed, seeing what had happened recently to her he eyed the man long. wondering who he was, and why he was here. he rested his arm on his swords hilt but didnt draw it. just watching for now, protectively.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was making another circuit of the city, the captive woman in tow once more.  She was much quieter this trip.  He caught sight of the magistrate by the bakery and moved in that direction.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) hears steps behind him and turns then, seeing the slaver he grins and motions to him. he then turne's to watch the stranger still. although suprised bethany had yet to try and sell him her wares.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) drew closer glancing at the ones at the table.  He then noted the lady in red.  He gave her a smile of welcome.

Naja (luthienvs) looks between all the incoming Frees and seeing the Slaver smiles to him looking so back to the Master she was serving, as she wasnt released she do not dare to move a muscle

Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) brought the cup of water to his lips then as he offered the girl at his flank a look over once more, her smile betraying her ignorance. Or so he took it, "Two mistakes. Sword is on the left hip, thus approach on my right. Second, I just did your job for you." he said as he nudged his head to the bota on the table and the cup he just filled, "Make yourself scarce, slave." he said firmly. He felt a certain breeze pass him. A calling, something indescribable. An eery feeling came over the man. His gaze shifting to the arch that led from the street to the seating area and then he caught a vague image of a ghost, a dead man. He did not allow the moment to completely catch him off guard all too much and thus allowed his gaze to once again return to the lady before him, "Perhaps I sat alone because I chose it so." he said..

The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) turns back to the counter once her pastries arrive, taking up the small to-go box before she makes her way over to the group she'd been eying this whole time.  "Tal, Sir," she says, lifting a right hand in greeting before she continues.  "Tal, Lady."  Marcella's brown-eyed gaze had shifted to the redhead as she spoke, and with her eyes upon the woman Marcella's brows raise in surprise.  "Er...lady," she begins, giving the man seated across from the woman a glance out of the corner of her eyes before Marcella's attention is back on the perfumer.  "I do believe you've forgotten your street veils at home."  Marcella's voice is hushed, the scarlet caste woman attempting to be discreet about the whole thing although it's a bit difficult to when it's not like there's any privacy.  The mention of sword positions has Marcella finally turning her gaze to the scribe, and she gives a small shake of her head--not at him but one in general--because really, she couldn't understand why a scribe would even walk around

Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) looked over her shoulder as her heart leapt, she was happy to see her intended, yes indeed she was in some sort of ordeal, yet she did not feel threatened of this man" Tal my Intended" she said to Him as she waved him over, to Bethany any coin is good coin, and looked to the man once more, she was uncertain as to how to explain her goods to Him, perhaps a hair trimming, a shave... even some perfume to make him smell delightful, and then sighed as she heard the slaver, this only meant he had that beast for her intended, her face grew cold and worrisome as she kept looking over her left shoulder to try and take a gander to what those to fools might be talking about, she rose once more and looked to the man, her small hands placed ever so delicatly onto the table, she paid no mind to the sluts mistake to a black caste as she would softly say"please excuse me Sir, I need to speak to My intended who seems to be trying to make a grave mistake" she nodded to Him and his comment of sitting alone she added" then you can have the seat once more, alone" she offered him a smile as she moved on excuse Me Lady

Naja (luthienvs) takes a long deep breath hearing the Master's words, she became paler and so she looks on his left side, seeing the sword, not really sure what wrong with her position she speaks softly: "yes Master" steps back and now moves near the frees men, shivering so strong as looks to Rowena and back to the Slaver, kneels behind him speaking so a just audible: "Greetings Masters and Mistresses"

Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) looked to Her intended and then back at the slaver, fiend a smile to him but could not help to feel a bit out pf sorts, the problem was she had enough of this sortedness , she nay took her eyes off the slaver, her eyes traveled from his face to his sandals and then back up to his eyes" you, Sir, sell that beast to my Intended yet she says she is going to kill in my sleep" is all she said to Him and then looked to her Intended

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stared a bit at Bethany's sheer veil, he could see the shape of her lips and understood why Draco might want her.  It amused him more than a little as he looked at his captured woman in her sheer veil.  of course he made her wear it as an insult to her former status.  "I have heard nothing of the sort" he answered, his voice cool enough to chill the snow in a blizzard.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grins at his intended for a moment. his silver and blue eyes on the black. he wondered what he was looking at, he had never met the man before. he shook his head and smiled at the slaver. "i heard you wish to speak to me?" he asked the slaver." as his intrended moved forward he chuckled taking note of the viel. 'you are lucky you are a low caste woman. And viels are not fully mandatory." he grined noting the sheer viel but it gave him a good look at her lovely lips. he then rolled his eyes at her words to the slaver. "calm yourself.... " he said simply to her. "Now slaver." he said looking to the man. "what did you wish to speak to me of?"

Rowena (rowan.held) followed him, her mood decidedly more somber than previously.  She kept flipping her head slightly, keeping those long locks of hair spilled down over her neck and breasts.  The sound that bauble of metal made, that soft silvery tinkle, seemed like the roar of a larl in her ears but she was trying very hard to ignore it, to hide it.  She also stayed right behind the slaver, still trying to hide herself behind him.  There was a devastating moment when she heard voices, and he seemed to turn toward them.  The proud free woman who everyone would think was a slave, was.. mortified - and utterly silent.  She noted the man in black.. the Kings hated her, for if she had seen him ahn earlier, this whole sordid mess may have had an entirely different outcome.  She tried to rub her ear, the sirik stopping her hands from reaching much passed her belly..

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) eyes then going to rowena and slowly began to look her over. "not bad." he grined and in the gorean humor bid on the girl for the slavers amusement. “2 silver." he laughed.

Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) snorted at her Intended words she arched a brow as he reminded her of her status, then she stomped her foot, yet she said nay word, o indeed she was fusterated and then as the slaver said he heard nothing of the sort she raised her hand to the man and looked to ther Intended "tell him, he did not hear of this, tell the man" she said as she huffed and stomped at her foot once more

Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) watched the lady take her leave, that eery silence once again befalling him. His gaze then turned to the lady in red with a questioning tilt of his head. The talk of veils and slaves seemingly as interesting to the killer as the women that approached him with empty words of greeting and pleasantries. His hand came to reset his spear and shield that remained propped against his chair before he took another drink from his water, "Can I help you, Lady?" he asked as his gaze once again settled upon the paper upon the table before him, attempting a second try to make any sense of the letters written upon the parchment...

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had no interest in the couple at the table.  "Indeed Draco.  I have a girl you taggedd.  I presume you want her still?" He looked down at Naja, she might go for closer to 4 or 5 silver.  the one in purple and gold? Not ready at all for a sale.  But I will let you know when she is."
Naja (luthienvs) looks between the frees and looks up to Rowena holding her breath while listen the she think Pani Master bid on Rowena, or it was for her? who know but .. hearing the Slaver's words blushes even more while swallows so strong, looking the Mistress stomp her foot nibs her low lip a bit holding her head up to looks between them all

The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) watched as the redhead rose to her feet but not retrieve her streets veils apparently but for talk about some...slave?  Really, none of this was Marcella's business but oh did she enjoy a good bit of gossip.  The question from the seated figure momentarily draws Marcella's attention back to the table.  "Hm?  Oh,no.  Do have a good day, Sir," she says, turning on her heels--though carefully as not to fall out of her silts--before she's taking a few steps near the commotion.  Really, if they wanted privacy there's a thousand ways to achieve it but for now, Marcella would simply look on in blatant interest at whatever drama was brewing.

Rowena (rowan.held) felt the gaze, she did not react quite as a slave would, there was something about her eyes, aside from the slight puffiness and redness, that did not have the same abject deference to them.  Did the man.. seriously.. just offer... to  buy her?!?!  The expression on her face, not even remotely concealed by the sheer veil was one of shock and no small amount of panic as her eyes flickered to the back of the slaver's head.  Yeah, his response about "when she would be ready for sale' did not exactly lighten her spirits and for just half an ihn, the flash of anger that was crushed earlier in the day welled up; she shoved it back down, not caring to find out what would happen if she said what she was thinking.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nodded to the man. "Aye I want her still." he heard his intended stop her foot and grined a bit. "she spoke in anger from recent capture lady if she is ready for sale she is fully trained and wont do so again.. calm yourself my intended." he then looked to the slaver and hummed a bit. eyeing rowena. "ahh not yet for sale. true... she looks, untrained.. and her ankles are covered.. perhaps she has.. fat ankles..." he grinned wide. "If so.. perhaps she would be best.. as a kettle slave." he grined wide. "three silver."  he offered again and laughed. raising by one more silver. "for the fat ankled kettle slave." he grined. the slaver would know just what he was doing by now. teasing the poor captured woman, letting her know fully her new station. the fear of all freewomen.  he then grinned. "and how much for the one I hope for?"

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had made no mention of training or lack thereof.  He had her health check, her registration and such taken care of.  "The pending receipt said three silver" he answered back, "Kneel Rowena" he told the captive.  His gaze went back to Beth and her almost naked face, he liked brazen women, it made them easier to discern, and to choose if or when to have them, enslaved.

Rowena (rowan.held)'s blood was ~boiling~ in her veins.  She wasn't sure to be more offended by his 'appraisal' or by his offer. of merely 2, ok, 3, silver for her.  She was almost to the point of chewing a hole in the inside of her cheek to stay quiet but that cold fury was evident in the manner in which she stood there, imagining tiny little daggers stabbing out of her eyes.  She actually sniffed in a rather haughty way "fat-ankled kettle slave my bosk's ass" she thought - she nearly thrust her ankle out from beneath the skirt just to prove a point but.. stopped herself.  and of course her expression was clearly readable behind that mockery of a veil.  She kept twitching her head, ensuring her hair stayed down over what parts of her it could cover - utterly mortified to be standing around other people, dressed like that.. on a leash.  The look darkened as she was told to kneel, but.. with no small insolence, she sank down in the posture of a free woman kneeling for tea, thighs so tightly pressed together a scribe couldn't shove a piece of parchment between them.

Naja (luthienvs) moves an hand on Rowena's caressing her just to keep her calm knowing how she can react, smiles to her while listens the men speech and looks between them, she breath slowly moving a bit to try to relax her thigh as the brand pulls a little bit and hurt

Dᴀᴍᴏs ᴛʜᴇ Vᴇɴɢᴇғᴜʟ (igor.rechkalov) nodded his head for "Marcella" and with that returned his attention back to his paper, the occasional mutter to escape him as he tried his best to make sense of the scriblings, the occasional sip from his water taken. The popping of his bota's cork to be heard vaguely as he offered himself another refill...

The Lady (mayuumi.kimagawa) soon grew bored with the proceedings in front of her, and by now her stomach was protesting not having eaten the sweets she'd provided for it.  With a small sigh Marcella once more turns on her heels, and though her attention had been focused on the proceedings in front of her she'd well heard the few mutters that had escaped the man seated behind her.   "Do you mind if I sit, Sir?  My mother always said, 'why eat alone when you can have company?' although I suppose I'll be the only one eating...but never mind that."  Marcella gives a small shrug, gaze still on the dark-haired figure before she speaks again.  "For work or for pleasure?" asks Marcella, giving a small nod in the direction of the scroll he was reading.

Bethany Buchanan (heavenlee.soulstar) hissed at the two men, its is clear to see that her Intended had no intentions of telling the said slaver of the way that beast of a girl had behaved in the past, she knew now she would have not to drink form anything that animal would offer, or even so keep awake untill it was caged for Beth would wake in the middle of the night with that horrid wench standing at the foot of her bed staring down at her as beth would slumber... huffed once more as the slaver would coninue on staring at beth, she shook her head as some forget their manners, more like manners of a bosk running about in a pottery shop... "humph" she would move on and leave them two at their own little games, as she headed to her shop

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) just simply smiled at her glar, she was after all right now. a collared slave and no longer that of a freewoman. as she knelt as a freewoman he snorted and looked to the slaver. "do you teach all slave girls to kneel as freewomen do?" he asked simply of course with no offence ment. but to help correct the girl. he then pulled out three silver as he named the price to him for the other girl. "three silver... a good price for a slave."  he watched beth move off then and gave her a rub on the back and a slight wink as she headed off. he then looked back to the slaver. and handed him the coins. "i ecspect all the proper paperwork to be turned into the scribe office of course for filing."

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) was not distressed by the woman's upset.  "Yes, when they are not opened" he answered Draco.  "Come back to the house I can see you served, write up your receipt and deliver the wench into your care." he suggested.  He preferred to do business a bit more privately.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nodded to the man and looked back eyeing the black once more carefuly, and turned then to follow the man.

Naja (luthienvs) looks between the two men and so back to Rowena, scratches her head a little bit puzzled but hold Rowena's hand till they move, fast she stand and follows not really sure if she had but .. well she had not opposite order, looks to the Slaver and so to the other Master waiting for any order

Rowena (rowan.held): Her eyes went wide, nostrils flared.... the sharp intake of her breath also took in a bit of pollen from the flower and she sneezed, it was a dainty sound and it completely ruined the attempt at looking fierce at the insult about her posture.  Her head shook slightly from the motion, that damned tinkling sound in her ear again.  She shifted slightly, now making sure even her ankles were all but glued together.. until she had to get up and almost run to keep up with the slaver, no warning just leash pulled taught and off she went, trying to not stumble.

Naja (luthienvs) steps closer to the other Master on his left side as she see his sword on his left and so speaks softly: "may I serve you something Master?"

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) looked down to the girl then as she begged to serve, he grined a bit. 'larma juice will do girl... I have alot of paperwork to do today, and best not be drunk for it."

Naja (luthienvs) her cheeks turns super red as he ask for a larma juice, closes more her legs but she smiles softly: "a Larma juice right away for you Master" So she stands slowly trying to do not hurt more herself and walks for the kitchen, takes a long deep strong breath as now she was safe inside the kennel, those man in black was so scaring"

Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena was going to push her luck.  Back in the kennel, she did not just drop back to her knees, it just felt.. wrong.. to do so voluntarily, under the circumstances of course.  Back home, it was normal to see a free woman go to her knees, but it felt.. obscene.. to do so while barely dressed and in chains.  She stood there, unaware of the subtle sway of her hips side to side, what had been hidden carefully beneath layers of robes was well displayed in the thin silk.. and aided by the sirik that had been slowly altering her gait and posture, giving a glimpse of what was buried beneath a lifetime of freedom, a tease of what she could one day be.  She smiled to Naja again, she was a good girl, eager to serve, one day she would bring plenty of coins in return for whatever might be spent on her training - that was Rowena, ever the merchant's mind evaluating a potential turn of profit.

Naja (luthienvs) washes her hands super careful as she touched the floor to stand and kneel, so takes a cup and peeks it inside out wrapping so her fingers with a rag and checking for any chips or cracks, once sure that is all perfect more careful on the rim, she washes it under the water rubbing super strong so to be sure that is clean, smiles softly once is over and takes a clean rag, rubs the cup dry and puts it on the counter, opens the manhole and peeks inside for the larma juice, sure that she could find it, sniffs between the pitchers and find the right one, sniffs it again to be super sure that is fresh and pours a good amount in the cup, leaving just 1 finger from the rim, once done puts the pitcher back in and closes the manhole, takes the cup between her hands and walks back to the Master's left side, lets the cup moves on her belly with unripe movement and so up on her breasts, closes her eyes and do not dare to kiss the rim as she offers it up to the Master speaking with strong northern accent that she still

Naja (luthienvs):  do not lost: "your Larma  juice Master, may it delight your palate in such hot evening"

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) smiles taking the cup from the girl and sat back. she had done well. pulling out a candy from his pocket he would smile and hand it to the bast. 'well done girl... and well served." he said softly and siped his larma juice for a few moments. his eyes then landing back on the captured freewoman made slave. she was in face quite lovely. his eyes didnt hide his gaze at her at all. as slowly his thassa and silver eyes ran across each and every curve of her.

Naja (luthienvs) smiles so big hearing the Master's words and takes the candy holding it between her hands waiting for permission to eat it, a touch of red caresses her pale skin on her cheeks while looks him with super big cerulean eyes full of joy, just even a single thing like that could make her day perfect

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) assessed the serve and had no complaint.  He did have one complaint though, as he slowly stood upright.  He gathered that lovely nut brown hair, and fastened it in a loose knot again, so he could enjoy the view of those magnificent tits.  He sat back down not telling the captive a thing.  "So three silvers for the branded girl called Dina. You do know she has the city brand, yes?" he asked of the man.

Rowena (rowan.held): She couldn't help it.  "Do you mind?" she asked the man coldly, clearly not caring for the way he was oogling her.  She tried, again, to pull her arms up to cover herself, rattling the chains of the sirik before a heavy sigh parted her lips in frustration.  She turned her back to the room, looking at the window - at least if he stared at her back side, she didn't have to SEE him staring at her - and maybe the man in black would walk by the window and she could come up with a way to make contact with him.... that would definitely solve her problem, or.. get her dead, which could also be considered a solution.  In truth, her face turned away from the room, a random thought of the way the slaver's hand had touched her earlier that day rippled through her mind and made her shiver slightly, oh yeah she was really glad her hair was covering her breasts because things got a little bit.. perky.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grined as the woman’s breasts were put in full view. it was a nice sight. as she asked if he minded he grinned. "of course I do slave... your are lovely to gaze on....  a nice sight." he then turned to look at the man and nodded as they spoke of the slave then. "aye I know she has the city brand. A shame, I hopedshe would wear the dina, or Kajir brand. but I guess the city brand will do... She will make a good slave. and if not. the whip is always a good correcter." he said simply.

Naja (luthienvs) shivers hearing about the whip and her hand run on her ass where the dark blue bruised was visible, blushes so strong and nibs her low lip tormenting it, swallows while looks her fresh brand smiling now

Rowena (rowan.held): Just as she stood there.. a hand wound into her hair and she winced.  In moments, he had her hair pulled up off her body again, worse.. exposing her neck, the side of her neck.. the.. the.. she couldn't even say it, think it.  She wanted to rip it out and her hands could not reach beyond her belly.  Her face was enflamed, she could have outshone Lar-Torvis just then, gaze dropped to the ground as she herself did, understanding the unspoken disapproval.. and consequence.  Everything was exposed, ok, not everything.. so it was one boob, right?  She had two?  And other bits that were still covered but that silver bauble dangling from the side of her head.. that was perhaps the -worst- part of him putting her hair back up.  She felt the other man's gaze, his words sending that crimson shade even darker upon her cheeks as she tried to quell the rage that was building inside of her again.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "good good.  He looked to Naja, go to the next room an get my board with the paper and stylus hmm?" he told her, it was between the two tables.  He watched his captive react to her baring.  "She is a handful.  I had to whip her yesterday, perhaps she will be a bit less insolent now."he explained the bruises that the girl would carry to her new home. "Keep her leash short and her chains tight.  That one is a runner"  he advised.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) nod's his understanding. 'worry not. I have made a chain she is not willing yet to break. She thinks she will become my love slave." he grins wide and laughs a bit at this shaking his head. "she will behave or she will get the whip. however I will keep her chained, just in case." he said as his eyes rested on the woman before them both.

Naja (luthienvs) listens the Master's words and speaks softly: "yes Master" So she stands walking and moving to the next room, very very careful she gets what he asked for and keep all between her hands, being super sure and care that the stylus do not hurt the papers and so soils them, steps back outside and walks to the Master's side, as wasnt a serve she moves to his right so he would be have it on his main hand, at least she hope he was right handed, so lifts all up careful speaking: "what you asked Master, the paper and the Stylus" offers all up between her hands

Rowena (rowan.held): Kings ... it was making her edgy, nervous, jittery... the way the other man kept looking at her, like.. he knew.  Then again, now that her hair was up, there was no way to not know, that tag piercing her ear.... she wanted to throw up and couldn't - no way to blame this on bad vulo or tassa powder, unfortunately.  At least on her knees, her hands could reach the sash a bit better and she tried, as discretely as possible, to tug it just a bit further a teensy bit at a time.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) took the board and stylus from the girl.  checked some things made sure it was signed and dated and passed it over to Draco.  Set your sig and -- you can likely do the 'seal' for the scribes while you are at it, hmm?" he quipped.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) grins and pulls out his own personal seal as well as the scribes magistrate seal he was required to seal all documents with. he would make the proper seals then. and nodded. a bit. "there we go." he would then write his signature around them and smiled. "I will see this coped and properly filed, and have the original sent back to you."

Naja (luthienvs) looks between the two Masters and smiles remaining now calm and relaxed, looks to Rowena and winks to her trying to make her smile, yea was hard to do knowing her feelings but at least she try

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) nodded at that.  "Thank you very much.  I have not seen much of Garian since I arrived." he shared.  He pulled out a key, "this is for her collar if you would send that back as well.  "I can take you to the pens and you can pick up your property"  he said in a friendly tone.  He was glad to have this sale on the books.

Rowena (rowan.held): She wasn't even used to the slaver just.. looking at her, touching her, ordering her around - and now, there was a second man looking at her, commenting on her like she was nothing but an object to be bought, sold and traded.  She knew the slaves in her father's house had often whispered about such things, how men would enjoy appraising their slaves, comparing them enjoying watching their inability to hide even the tiniest detail of their thoughts from them... their expressive faces telling everything that went on within them - and her, knelt there, mentally in fragments... and a sheer veil, just as those slaves, every thought that stampeded through her mind was on full display and there was nothing she could do about it.  She was grateful the men were distracted with business because she was barely hanging on by a thread.  She saw Naja's smile but could not even find one in herself at the moment.  She had visions of word spreading like wild-fire... reaching Ar.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone): "no. you may send her to me when you are ready... or when she awakes. As magistrate I can become quite busy with work." he said softly. "and even now I have paperwork and people I need to see. when she awakes send her to me." he said and then looked to the girl in her sheer viel. "she has.. fat ankles by the looks of it." he grined. 'but her breasts look well. Perhaps I will pay for her blood price." he said to the man and grined to the slaver.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Yes, she likely does" he agreed about thee ankles. "Deliver her where?" because he knew if he just let her go she would jump on the first ship out.  "May I give her to your promised lady?" he asked as that might be a good solution.
Rowena (rowan.held)'s head ~snapped~ up at those words and the only thing that kept her from trying to skitter away?  the leash.  The chains about her face rattled as she shook her head side to side, heart was thudding like wild kailia across the plains - who cares about ankles at a time like that?  she knew FULL well what 'blood price' meant.

Naja (luthienvs) looks Rowena and lifts her head up like to say "chin up hun" offering her a smile while listens their words, swallows a bit more hearing about the blood price and looks up to the Slaver just a few ihn

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone): "hmmm Deliver her to my home, or leash her to the scribes hall.. or better yet. place her in chains.. like this one." he pointed to rowena. "I plan on doing so anyways. if she threatens to escape.. threaten to cut her feet's tendons.. that normally corrects them." he said softly. "I will collect her when my paperwork is finished." still waiting for a answer on the blood price however.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at his panicking captive.  "I just may." he agreed.  "Although it would be high" he cautioned.  He had not quite decided what to do with his captive yet.  "As you can see I tagged her." although he had never 'accepted' her as kennel stock, she did not know that.  Until today she had hopes of making her way back home unscathed, but the tag hanging from her earlobe seemed to have slowed that down. "Lucky you tagged your dina before I was here, or she would have the pierced ear as well."

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) looked to the tag on her ear and nodded. "high? how high?" he asked as if bidding for the girls virginity, but knowing well the slaver wished that for himself at this point. but of course the slave didnt know this. his silver and thassa eyes clear on the girl. and then laughed at the mention of dina. "II may just have her ear's peirced... Actualy... Before bringing her to me, do that for me would you?" he pulled out another silver and tossed it to him.

Rowena (rowan.held): There it was, out in the open, stated... no escaping it.  Unless she could talk that out of her earlobe before the hole was healed, it would forever be there .. and she.. would never.. be free again.  How long would it take to heal?  Mere days - if that?  As they discussed her, and the other slave.... like she wasn't even kneeling right there and hearing every word... she just tried to ignore it, and couldn't.  That feeling crept in her belly again, the one she had no word for and it was distracting to say the least.

Naja (luthienvs) takes a deep breath blushing a little and now looks a bit down, two formers free women already sold, she will have that luck soon or later? she so hope, she so hope, looks the two men and so moves her fingers on her lobes touching them not pierced

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) caught it. "Certainly" he agreed.  "Might just have an auction, but for a private opening, a handful of gold.  or half a gold tarn for second use" he said, although he would not close his hand on that deal until he decided if he wanted to even share that well.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone) laughs. "I wish you luck then in such a auction, a blood auction can be quite a interesting thing." he said as his eyes landed back on the once freewoman. grinning wide as if he would gain the right to take her. "perhaps... I will win the auction. Although I am told I am quite large... and easily reach the womb. " he said to slightly put fear into the girl, to hopefully have her beg the slaver for his own private use,to be opened by him and not some random man at a blood auction. to perhaps force her more into the slaver's arms, even out of fear. he reached over petting the blonde woman’s hair and stood up. 'and with that in mind I must go. " he grunted. "i look forward to hearing about the blood auction. of course..." he grinned wide.

Rowena (rowan.held) was pretty sure the air had been sucked out of the room, or she'd been punched in the gut - not that she had a clue what that felt like, she'd never had a hand laid on her in her life.  She was beyond the ability to follow any thought more than a few ihns and that strange tug in her belly was NOT helping at all.  She literally growled, not loudly of course but.. it might have been heard.  There was absolutely no way she was hearing them talk about auctioning off.. that.  just... not.. possible.  Her head whipped around at the slaver when he spoke.. not just.. auctioning that off, but.. a.. second.. Kings, she couldn't even think it.  The pains she had taken her entire life to never experience that sort of touch, cold and frigid to every man that sought her out, to have it.. just.. sold to the highest bidder?  her bottom lip quivered and she felt like she might actually faint if her heart didn't get below 287 beats per minute.  Gold, a handful of gold?  What.. oh Kings.. what was.. happening.  When the other man spoke, words so lascivious that she blushed to her toes at merely hearing them... and then realized what that meant.  Her legs clamped together tighter than a jailhouse purse

Naja (luthienvs) she blushes soooo super strong now hearing the magistrate words and nibs her low lip a bit chuckling but also hiding her mouth with her hand, takes a deep breath and looks to Rowena just a second holding her breath

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Of course" he answered, rising to his feet to let the scribe out. "Been a business doing pleasure with you sir" he teased.

Draco'no Kobichenko Bloodraven (dragon.cooperstone): "of course, and here is to the blood auctioN!" he laughed and headed out as if such a thing would still happen to the poor woman. and walked out grining a way. knowing he put fear into the girl to more beg to become the slavers. at least he hoped so.

Naja (luthienvs) she do not moves but speaks a softly: "i wish you a good day Master may it will be great and full of joy"

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