7-20-19 RolePlay Log

7-20-19 RolePlay Log

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) staked out a spot that he liked, his captive near at hand, his gaze placid, as he observed her seething.  "So..." he mused, "am I to understand you did not enjoy your healthy check up? Nor did were you amused when my caste duties kept me out of your view?"

Rowena (rowan.held) woke, rather... unexpectedly, to find herself drug out of the kennel and taken outside.  Oh the clothes she had on, she wanted to cry.  It was almost like he had deliberately dressed her to 'match' his colors, a subtle proclamation that she had been claimed by him.  The last few days had really taken a toll on her and she was rapidly cycling between terror that she was running out of time, anger, humiliation, sadness - at any given ihn she didn't even know what to expect from herself; but there was the most bizarre sense that beneath all of that confusion?  His presence, even if he was the ultimate cause of the disquiet in her mind, seemed to level her out - unless he was poking at her with those verbal barbs, like now.  Her eyes narrowed.  "Of course I did not enjoy that.  That.. that was.. a slave exam, not.. not even.... ", she sputtered, searching for the words to convey just what she thought about it.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) raised one brow.  "city says you need to be checked out health wise.  I am a slaver, I keep a physician on staff.  You are not exactly dressed like a woman of your caste now are you?" Yes, he was twisting her tail. She was so much brighter when she raged, or suffered terror, small wonder he did one or both frequently.

Rowena (rowan.held): She glared at him, and she was deliberately not on her knees, doing anything she could to assert some measure of herself into the situation.  That he was granting it all while pointing out her clothing and caste, added to the confusion that was constantly bubbling in her mind.  "You could have just had a standard examination conducted, it was not at all necessary to subject me.. to.. to.. ~that~", she could not even say that it was a slave exam, that was just horrifying to her mind.  "Speaking of my attire - have you considered that perhaps it would be more profitable for you to offer companionship, rather than subjecting me to this?", yes, she was feeling him out on that potential solution, not that she could even imagine being companioned to anyone, let alone HIM, but.. anything had to be better than this, right?  It couldn't get worse than this, as far as she knew.. at that moment.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) walks up the stairs and stretches his body a few time making all his spine crack a bit before speaks: "Good morning Alesandro, Rowena" nods a few time smiling relaxed

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tipped his head slightly.  "What is this? The Ice Queen of Ar is suggesting, she might wish to Companion with... a mere city slaver?" He was mocking, oh yes, quite so, and amused by it all.  "perhaps, if you grovelled, tried to placate me, convince me in your pleading that you might actually be a fitting mate for a man of my stature." He turned his face to Adilah, "oh.  Tal indeed. I see the kennels survived my day of absence." he joked.  "Any thing I should know about?"

Rowena (rowan.held): Well, unexpected turn of events, a normal-ish type of greeting?  She smiled, kind of.. "tal" she said to him.  Oh yeah, that politeness lasted about 2 ihn when the slaver's words settled in her ears.  He could probably see the mounting anger as jaw tensed, lips pursed and eyes flashed with chocolate fury - that veil sheer enough that he could enjoy every hint of response in her face.  "a man.. a man.. of yo.. you... YOUR.. stature?", her voice becoming more shrill with each word.  "You are.. are.. a slaver!" she hissed out, even though they were technically of the same caste, Rowena obviously considered men who profited from the sale of slave-flesh to be a lower quality merchant - even moreso now that she was subjected to the treatment she had been.  She choked her words silent, it would not do her any good to press her plan if she could not remain in control of her tongue - hm, there's another of those subtle shifts he was affecting in her, she had never had to consider keeping her tongue under control before.  "What I mean to say is, as a slaver, and a man of mercantile mindset, surely you can see the benefit over combining our household wealth over what you would get from enslaving me and selling me for a one-time profit, hmm?"  Yeah she was going to go all out on pushing this idea.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) bursts out laughing so hard and nods a few time: "see it do not burned" laughs again "well we had two new intake and ive done the girl of north basic assessment plus .. the boy i got as intake almost do not ended the day cause insulted me, he is now in the cage whipped and i took care of him" a dark grin appear on his lips, listening Rowena speech laughs so strong "speak the girl that threated to kill him and the Physician just a few days ago during her medical exam" burst out  laughing so strong and hard shaking his head

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had a grin to rival any street urchin, "Yes, Rowena.  It might be more financially reasonable." he agreed, "But, think of all the plain delightful joy I may have in keeping you enslaved." He turned back to Adiah.  "Excellent. so Ho Sorp was whipped? I am sure he needed it." he had noticed the boy's lack of submission.  "He might be best suited as a sale to a merchant ship, let him work out his fury on the oars." he mused.  "Anything bright or exceptional in the assessment?" Of course 'Dro would read over any paperwork he had.

Rowena (rowan.held): There was another subconscious slip in her words to the slaver, she was starting to understand, on a visceral level, that his intention was to enslave her and sell her off for a profit, something even days earlier was just too far outside the realm of her understanding.  No, of course she wasn't accepting of it, but she realized the true possibility of it now.  Still standing, still having that small measure of feeling that she had her freedom, she looked to the new slaver.  "Actually, I did not threaten to kill her.  I merely pointed out that there were consequences for actions, if she interpreted in that way, that is not my fault, now is it?".  She was trying her best to present herself cool as a cucumber, but the ruse was unlikely to be effective because of the countless little signs of her agitation, her small hands curling and uncurling, positions shifting as she stood there, the evident worry in her eyes.  Her attempts to present herself as a proper free woman ruined by the attire she was in, and the fact that she wasn't fidgeting with it, trying to pull it around her body with what little movement she had in the sirik; was it resignation to the fact that she could not affect her attire, or something more insidious, the unawareness of just -how- she looked, having slowly adapted to the more revealing attire?  At hearing his comment about the 'joy' of keeping her enslaved, she stiffened, audibly huffing as she turned to look at the stairs, her nose so far up in the air she might have drowned in a rainstorm.  She also had a slight shudder at the discussion of the whipping, not in sympathy for the boy but subconscious fear of that one day happening to her.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) smiles to Alesandro: "well he "just" insulted me and my being torvie" nods a few time before looks to Rowena "indeed not to kill but its as well a threat not only for her but for Alesandro too cause seems" looks now to Alesandro "that some one was pissed to do a medical slave exam" grins so big while speaks "and as well as .. Free or Slave that threat someone els is not a good thing also if one of the two you threated is the one you now trying to get as companion" burst out laughint so hard "you need to be careful wtih a companion like that, she may slice your neck while you speep my friend"

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at the woman.  He slowly extended his hand, until his knuckle touched her just under her ribs, and ran it down to her navel.  "Indeed.  Besides, her slave belly is exposed, and..." he lifted his head to look at her more closely, "I think she is too beautiful to remain free.  What do you think, Adilah?"

Rowena (rowan.held) was not going to go down without a fight on this one, "There was no threat at all, Sir", she said frostily, definitely sliding a bit more toward the 'free woman side', "pointing out that there are consequences for actions is not a threat, merely a statement of fact.  She was looking at Adilah, and did not see Alesandro reach for her, his touch came unexpectedly.. meaning she was a bit.. vulnerable to the reaction, having no chance to prepare for it.  She gasped softly, a hint of the muscles tightening in response, one might even say the clench of her belly could be noted in that deep slit of the dress she was wearing.  Color flared hotly in her cheeks, deepened by his words; what a conflict those words caused in her.  Offended at the statement, that any man would so openly comment in such a casual way on her appearance, and yet some strange sense of pride at being called beautiful - oh wait, except he just HAD to add that bit about beauty meaning she could not remain free.  The sheer confusion of contradiction painted in the hue of shame.. and maybe that flare of desire.. that warmed her face.  She was, for the moment, rendered speechless - maybe because she could feel that stir inside and did not trust some sign of it might not be evident in her tone.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) grins and nods a few time: "indeed i agree Alesandro, i truly agree, such beautiful woman wont remain free, its such a pity" looks so to Rowena and smiles "that is not what the Physician told sweet one" Winks to her and nods a few time before speak "now about the girl once called Shia, i have already a name for her once she will beg for it, but also .. what is in your mind for the Assessment of the tour?

shia (aisha.gravois) heads out into the city to ry and learn more of its place but get hoplessly lost every time her sense of direction being none ,but smiles on coming to the Slavers falling to her knees "Greetings Masters " she says cheerily "Tal kajira giving her a warm smile

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) enjoyed the flames that were devouring his Rowena, as he kept his apparent focus on his caste brother.  "I tend to have them walk me around.  I ask to go to the tavern, the baths, the garden, inn and farm"

Rowena (rowan.held) glared at the girl.  "I. Am. Not. A. SLAVE!" she was getting fed up with having to remind the kennel girls of that fact.  Until the moment that was truly, finally, and fully stripped from her, she was going to hang on to it and all that it meant, no matter how the slavers might torment her with the plan to take that freedom from her piece by piece.  Yep, the reaction his touch had caused was washed away like a torrent from the girl's words calling her a kajira.  She had the sudden vision of what would happen to those girls if the slaver actually considered the idea of companionship, putting her in position as Mistress of the kennel.  She turned to Alesandro, "Would a man not desire beauty in a companion as well, Sir?  Why does beauty require a collar, surely it would be a bragging right to know you had a beautiful woman hidden behind a veil, seated by you at the table amongst your friends, all of them unaware of just what a treasure you had?", she batted her lashes for emphasis.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) nods a few time looking so the girl just arrived: "if you would like me to do it so you wont bother with that i will be glad to help you in that Alesandro" moves an hand on the girl's head ruffling her hair while speaks "indeed yes Rowena but not who threat me and that can slice my neck while i sleep" laughs hard "and why hide such beautiful woman under lot of heavy cloth"

shia (aisha.gravois) sees the glare and wonders what she had done , the woman a was dressed as a slave so to this girl she was one so gives a glare back , in fact had been so dressed since i had arrived so knew no other , canting her head to the hand as the hair ruffles "May i go once more to check all places please Master as not had time to see all the city yet please" she pleads

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) brayed in amusement, the sound loud and mocking.  "What Woman worthy of being free concern's herself with how pretty men find her."  His eyes landed on her again.  "Sit" he told her, his tone not pleasant.  He looked at Shia, "She is but a captive, yet, I think it harms her not at all to become familiar with the enslaved state that might become her fate."  He glanced back at Rowena, the silver tag that hung from her ear.  "Did you know that I spent almost two years in Turia.  Lovely City, I became rather enamoured of some of their customs."

shia (aisha.gravois) looks to the Slaver "So a FW Master but captured? for if so she will get my apology Master"

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) smiles warm and looks to Shia nodding:  you may go and look around a bit more girl" looks so to Alesandro and nods grinning "turia is such good place to visit i have to say, indeed also their wine is one of the best i tried till now" smiles hearing shia's words and looks back to Rowena

Rowena (rowan.held) glared at the slaver when he told her to sit.  "Was it not you who commented on the beauty, Sir?  Not I.  I was merely curious what thought leads a man to consider what beauty should be displayed as brazenly as a slave, and what a man might want to keep hidden for his own pleas...", oh, she almost said pleasure but stopped herself, replacing it with "purposes?".  She moved to her knees, the proper set of a free woman with her legs pressed together, yeah she was going to try to show the slaver all the reasons he should consider her as a potential companion and not merely meat to sell in a market.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) studied Shia as she knelt there,  "Yes.  She is unbranded and unsubmitted.  But is held here as my own captive." He did not go any further into those details, but left them to be revealed in the fullness of time.  "Go have a look about.  I suggest you find everything."

shia (aisha.gravois) turns to the woman "Then my apologies Mistress " she then rises and harta's to find where all is now

Rowena (rowan.held): Kings but the slaver was confusing her brain.  One minute he treated her as a slave, the next toying with the fact that she was technically free; one minute telling a slave to use her given name, the next reminding another slave that she was indeed free.  Rowena was going to lose her marbles at this rate, trying to figure out the best course of action to keep from ending up in a real collar, with a brand on her thigh.  If he had any idea how fragmented her brain was at the moment, he could have played her like a czehar, laid across his lap and strummed by his expert fingers.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) smiles and nods now while stretches a bit more: "im thinking on tag that girl i have to say" nods a few time like he was speaking almost to himself instead, so clears his throat and looks Rowena "i always saw a companion done for love not for mere profit, maybe im not normal but well im done like that" smiles so continue "that girl is not branded with Athos brand, its the same or we brand them as well?" asks with curious voice

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked a bit confused.  "She has the belly under the sword does she not?" He referred to the bond's brand.  "One branding is generally enough, unless a girl needs to be punished, or a man is so proud of his city that he adds that to her flesh."

Rowena (rowan.held) turned to look at the other slaver, Adilah.. "That is interesting, Sir, for I was raised to understand that love had nothing to do with a companionship, rather for contractual profit, to elevate one's caste, or the.. distasteful act of birthing babies.  Hence, the need to renew the contract of companionship.  Surely, such emotion would be more in the realm of what a man might have with his... ", yeah she just shut up there.  She knew men would never admit love for a slave, and in fact would treat a slave they cared for with much harsher expectation and punishment, only to prove they were not ruled by that emotion in dealing with a slave, but like all free women, she had spent a fair amount of time deducing that men were drawn to taverns and places they could be with their slaves, spending far less time with a companion, leading many companioned women to bemoan how ignored they were in favor of the company of slaves.  Personally, she would be just fine as a companion, probably even happy and far less likely to slit the slaver's throat under such an arrangement - then again, Rowena had no idea how powerful sexual freedom could be, or the pull of such desires once ignited.  Talk of brands, paled her face again and she decided to stay quite, maybe they would forget she was there.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) smiles to him and nods a few  time: "indeed she have the Torvie brand" smiles proud of that and so speaks looking Rowena "well i have to say that i saw a few companion here that are indeed inlove also that companioned so well maybe im not the only one" smiles warm and takes a deep breath before shakes his head from that thing in his mind, so clears again his throat as searches to hide the pain on speaking about that "so .. what next after the tour assessment Alesandro? there is other kind?

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let his eyes move over the other man for a couple of ihn, a sense of appreciation apparent.  He definitely was finding the man of interest.  "Once the basic assessment is completed, I have been considering a more advanced one being given, but I have not worked out the details yet." He explained.  He looked back down at Rowena  and decided she needed more stirring, just as a Turian Wine needed spices and patient muddling.

Rowena (rowan.held) was doing her best impression of that stone bench behind her, silent, unmoving and hoping to just be ignored as men spoke of brands and slaves and such things.  A light breeze ruffled the sheer veil, for a moment the hint of her mouth was visible and she instinctively tried to pull it back in place - her reach pulled up short by the sirik, which now rattled... so much for being silent, eh?

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) nods hearing him and speaks so: "i was thinking in a bath test also, and in maybe a physical serve of food and drink not only verbal, so to see their way to serve etc" nods and smiles while speaks "after all time in time we need a bath too" laughs so hard and maybe he was one of the picky Torvie that done a bath at least once every two day

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) could not imagine a culture that did not embrace the 'baths' so he nodded in agreement.  "I think of that as part of the advanced test.  A bath; a dance; more articulate serving, perhaps of things less common, such as Turian Wine. Understanding transitions in basic floor movements, things of that nature" he shared.

Rowena (rowan.held) swallowed.. well, sort of actually gulped.  Mention of the bath, and that memory flooded back into her and what she had seen in the mirror as she fought against even looking.  Her gaze flickered to Alesandro... to.. his groin, and JUST as quickly, she looked away in shock.  Wow did Lar-Torvis just turn up the heat, or what?

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) nods a few time: "absolutely agree, but we have also to think that not all the girls can or know how to dance, we should need someone that can teach them how" nods a few time smiling while speak "maybe lets them prepare a feast or stuffs like that so to be sure they may deal with it, but yea i like the idea of an advanced train, we want our stock move out the kennel in perfect train i have to say"

shia (aisha.gravois) returns legs aching from all the running in circles , trying to keep in her head all the twists and turns just knowing she will get lost again

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled, stepping closer to his Rowena, his fingers rested on the back of her head, toying with he.  "Yes. Although I will not hesitate to sell a new girl to the kettles and mat buyers."

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) turns his head looking shia and so looks back to Alesandro nodding a few time: "indeed some slaves need just that i have to say" so looks back to Shia "so you feel ready for try it girl?" looks to Alesandro "want do it and i will follow you or want me do it?" ask so to be sure to do not jump on his feet

Rowena (rowan.held): ok, so Rowena was really going to run with this, and show she could be an asset to the kennel, to the slaver, as more than a potential sale - that he might actually be thinking of keeping her for himself was just beyond her grasp at the moment, she was pretty sure he hated her and was punishing her for something, so it made no sense to consider he might enjoy keeping her once enslaved. She joined the business end of the conversation, "In terms of the profit to be made from selling well-trained slaves, perhaps establishing trade routes, granted over the water would add to the cost and time, but some means of expanding your area of sales and influx of.. fresh goods... could be beneficial.  Of course, with my family's merchant ties in Ar, there could be serious potential to establish such routes with very little effort, a mere letter could suffice to start that ball rolling, in fact, of course, such letter would need to include reassurances to my father that I am well, unharmed and being ~properly~ looked after".  She shuddered when his hand touched her, and did her best to not lean into that touch in any way.

shia (aisha.gravois): "well i can try Master" though not so sure she will find her way

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked from the slaver to shia and back again.  "Make sure she shows you the graffiti." he said with a wink.  He had every confidence in the man's ability to handle the tour.   He looked down at Rowena.  "I do not recall giving you permission to speak, Rowena" he chided her gently

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) looks so to Shia and nods a few time: "well so lets do it, im sure you will do good, so bring me to the Inn girl as i want to have some good food" winks so to Alesandro and nods a few time "oh i will for sure" chuckles a few time before steps forward to follow shia " have a good time Alesandro, and you too Rowena" grins while waits

Rowena (rowan.held): Well, crap.  He hadn't told her she couldn't speak, and she was intent upon conveying the potential benefits of her retaining her freedom, but now?  She wasn't sure she could even point out that he'd failed to tell her she could not speak.  More confusion, free women weren't typically denied the right to speak up and involve themselves in conversation, that was one of the sad states of enslavement, that so often they were denied the chance to give valid contribution to the events around them and she wasn't even enslaved but apparently denied the opportunity to 'help'.  Ok, so the 'help' she offered was clearly self-motivated but no less valid.  She pursed her lips and just about tried to shake his hand off of her head.  She glared at Adilah, almost convinced his comment about 'enjoying herself' was definitely not meant in a positive light.

shia (aisha.gravois) gulps on hearing graffiti and hopes the Master is joking , then stands ready to go "Well if we get lost I am sure you can guide me back Master" she chuckles "I wish you well Master and Mistress" turning she heads off

Later That Day

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) drew his captive closer, until she was almost touching him.  He drew his hand from her elbow to the nape, watching her expression.  He paused, gently fondling her silken skin, brushing his fingertips over her captivity choker.

Rowena (rowan.held) slipped closer, he was much stronger than she was, and she was still intent upon validating herself as a potential companion, even if that meant.. being compliant, at least to some degree.  She could feel the heat from his body, a bit freaked out that she was ~aware~ she was feeling it.  A shiver followed the path of his touch, and it was a good thing her breasts were fully covered, even beneath that thin silk the jiggle of them was evident.  A warm blush pinked her cheeks, but a quiet irritation settled over her too, as he made a point to lay his fingers on that detestable collar about her throat.  She looked up at him, briefly, unsure what expression she would see on his face,  but expecting it to be some form of derision or callousness.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) had a smile in his voice as he spoke, his face so close to hers, that the shear silk trembled from the gentle caress of his words.  "Bare yourself, if you would be free" the invitation was plain.  "I would taste your lips, my Rowena" There was heat, and then there was heat.  He did not seek to court the free woman any longer, no, now he courted the slave within her, encouraging her to pull more and more of her truth, to display it openly.

Rowena (rowan.held) looked at him, so close.. she could see the flecks of color, blue mingled in the green of his eyes, stubble along his chin, each hair that made up the soft golden brown of his eyebrows.  In turn, he could see into her own eyes, the confusion as she explored his words.. but more, that pull in her belly that made her lean just a shade closer to him.  What.... was that.. feeling?  She wanted to reject it, but the memory of how he had stripped her and run his finger beneath that belt and over her.. her.. sex... She took a deep breath, her own now ruffling that light veil.  Was he making her an offer, that if she revealed a willingness to kiss him, he would free her?  Did he mean literally to bare herself, to strip out of the dress, and he would grant her freedom?  That made no sense at all!  How could she put her lips to his, the veil between them and her hands bound almost to her sides by the sirik, unable to reach up and pull it away?  Her mind swam in that bath of confusion, hesitation caused not by fear of complying but by fear of what she was feeling, fear that he could see it and know what it meant even when she did not.  Had he seen, or felt, the way she had leaned closer?  Did he see the unspoken hunger that had flared in the pumpkin-colored flecks of her own eyes?  Her voice was soft when she finally found it, she said only "the veil", knowing it would keep him from what he said was the price of freedom, the taste of her lips, he would only taste that cloth if she pressed herself to his mouth.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) put finger and thumb to the corner of the silken strip.  He pulled, and then pulled again, the fabric slipping free from it's clamps under his determined, yet oddly gentle assault.  His gaze never left her's, although, a hunger kindled within his own, a hunger she would not understand, and might even frighten  her, it was the rapacious need of man to own, to dominate, control and possess a woman in her entirety

Rowena (rowan.held) gasped softly, a whimper of some sort delicately buried within that sound as he pulled the veil from her face.  It wasn't that it had been much good at hiding her face and yet at the same time, it felt very much like being face-stripped, or what she had imagined such a thing felt like.  She was standing there, in public, a fraction of a hort between she and the man.... her face uncovered.  There was something in his eyes, something she could not name, but her body understood it, oh yes, it did.  Like moth to flame, she leaned in, silencing that voice at the back of her head that was warning her of the danger ahead.  Her eyes closed, long lashes in a perfect semicircle beneath closed lids.  The battle within her raged on, making her tremble beneath the strength of the pull he was exerting on her.  It felt like eternity hung in those precious ihns, the difference between the enslavement she feared and the freedom she thought she wanted.  Her lips touched his, just barely the graze of full softness.  She froze in place, exploring that moment... then pressed closer still, her small form seeming to bend to him slightly as her pulse raced to life with a terrifying gallop.

shia (aisha.gravois) greetings again Master Mistress

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) steps forward moving back to Alesandro and holds an hand on Leilah's head: "and seems we are back, she done a very well work on show me around, and beg her new name, so i decided to call her Leilah" nods again caressing her hair while smiles

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) claimed her mouth, letting her make the offer, to fully expose herself, and then he plundered her lips, his slanting over hers, while his hand held the back of her skull.  He let himself enjoy it even as Adilah joined them.  Ending it, but sliding his hand down to cup her ass, keeping her pressed against him.  "Ah, how ws the tour?  That is a beautiful name for a lovely girl."

Rowena (rowan.held) was wholly unaware that anyone else had arrived on scene, every single thought she had in her head, past thoughts, current thoughts.. probably even future thoughts - got.. decimated, utterly shattered and rearranged.  It was likely the first step into the process of his skillful reorganization of her views, even if she did not know it.  Had he flung her into space among the stars that whirled by like as if she were an asteroid speeding through that void?  She forgot how to breathe, every muscle in her body clenched so tightly she would have broken had he thrown her to the ground.  When his hand slid down her body, fingers over her bared back, she shivered again, unable to even reject the feel of his hand cupping the globe of her ass and holding her against him.  It was his words that started to pull her from that intoxicating feeling, and she blinked several times, the confusion on her face plainly revealed as the veil had been taken away.  Heat painted her face, again not that she knew that's what it was and only belatedly did she realized just how he held her, how she stood there without even that sheer veil; rendered mute by whatever it was that was pounding through her veins.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) nods a few time and coughs a bit seeing the moment, clears his throat and grins a bit: "indeed it is, the tour gone perfectly and she made her way through the city very well also knowing some short cut but i was searching you for another thing Alesandro" pulls out a tag from his bag and so shows it to him "i want you to witness my tag on this girl"

shia (aisha.gravois) smiles "it is a lovely name Master that Jarl gave to me and I did not even get lost this time " gulps as Jarl gets a tag out and her ears not even pierced "

Alesandro (alex.lavendel): "Of course, you feel confident in the taggng process? the wire is fairly stiff, but still settles nicely on the spool."  He looked to the slave.  "Yes, once tagged Prtty Leilah, you will likely have both ears pierced.  Men are funny that way."  Of course it was common knowledge that the sluttiest and hottest of slaves outside of Turia had pierced ears.  He continued to hold his Rowena, fondling lightly that juicy bit of ass that he held.

shia (aisha.gravois) gulps again hearing about the piercing "So they don't have to be for a tag Master" she looks hoping the answer will be they don't have to be

Rowena (rowan.held): She was beyond speech, it simply was not possible as the onslaught of unidentifiable feelings slammed through her in wave after wave, each one caused by the movement of his hand upon her.  She heard, at least she thought she did, something about piercing the second ear of a girl once she had been tagged but she couldn't quite apply that to herself, not consciously - but yes, it hit a mark somewhere inside that assault on her senses.  Her hand tried to reach up, to touch that tag in her own ear, but still that sirik prevented her from doing so.  Each time she started to stiffen against the slaver, as if that free woman's mind was trying to assert control, his hand seemed to touch a new part of her bottom and pulled her right back into that morass of unknown reactions.  He was toying with her in a way that was so expertly done she had no defense against it at all.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) looks at Leilah and smiles: "your first piercing is and will be my tag girl, on your ear, so that all can see that you are tagged" nods and so looks Alesandro "i was a Physician so i know well how to pierce an ear" laughs hard and so speaks "this will mean she will spend time with me as more as she can but when im not around she will serve aroudn as usual, that will be the same even if and when she will become mine of course, she will serve all " nods a few time before gets out his piercing kit crouching next to her and moving away her hair from her ear

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) moved with a leisure that the woman would be unfamiliar with, it was the touch of a man who owned fully what he held.  She stirred, and bridled, and stirred again, that slow warming from free woman to slave.  He was in no hurry, and muchly enjoyed the chase.  "Indeed." he agreed with Adilah

shia (aisha.gravois) tenses the body as Jarl stoops moving the hair back , she looks to the needles and almost faints but talking to her self that is cannot be any worse than a brand so tries to relax but can't "ohh please be gentle Jarl " she whispers cloing the eyes not wanting to see anything

Rowena (rowan.held): Her gaze had a slow, befuddled, blink, as if her eyes were seeing but her mind wasn't really understanding.  She watched as the other slaver bent before the girl now named Leilah.  Bubbling in her thoughts?  The moment she had felt that sharp sting as Alesandro had stabbed the wire through her own ear, taking full advantage of the moment when Rowena had been sure that tag had been meant for Naja.. no, Tula, her name was Tula now.  The shock that had coursed through her long after the pain had subsided.  She shifted position slightly, guided in how she moved by suggestive touch of his hand upon her body, she wasn't even aware of it.  As the effect of his lips wore off, more and more she was aware that this was not appropriate, her mindset stabilizing a bit along with her posture, then taken right back down by the way he touched her.

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) gets the bone needle and a little vial with the marigold in it, puts the needle in it and so looks the girl, turns her head so that she would look by the other side and moves his fingers to her lobe keeping it very careful so with fast and firm movement pushes the needle in and after that the wire with the tag so to be sure that is well locked , checks it a few time before spreads some marigold on it so to be sure to prevent any infection or problem

shia (aisha.gravois) feels a sharp sting the pain only lasting a few ihn "Ohh hardly felta thing Jarl " she smiles now relaxing her body again lifts a finger to touch just the tag declaring her she is under scrutiny by Jarl now "

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) dipped his lips back in to sample his Rowena's.  Soft velvety things, he could sip at them for the rest of the afternoon, and not grow weary of the taste.  He touched her lower lip with his tongue, and then the seam, waiting on her willingness to open up, while his fingers continued their gentle kneading off her fundament

Adilah Hernik (adilah.ghost) looks at her and smiles before looks up and chuckles a bit seeing how the proud Lady was slowly melting into the embrace of the slavery, takes a deep breath and smiles whispering: "lets go im going to show you where my home is so you know where you can find me once your chores in the kennel are done, even if im most of the time in the kennel" laughs hard and so speaks again " i wish you a good day Alesandro and .. Rowena" winks to both of them smiling

Rowena (rowan.held) felt the stun of his kiss once again, that was what it was, right?  That touch so delicate that it riveted her attention back on the influx of sensations tearing through her, pulling her back from finding herself again, as if he had a chain about her body pulling her closer and closer to him.  Her eyes flew open, the touch of his tongue on her bottom lip, but it lasted less than a fraction of an ihn - her eyes closing, her own lip parting slightly in response.  She could smell him, that scent like soap and maleness, she could taste him... could .. feel.. the strength of his body as she was held against him.  Dear Kings in the Sardar what was happening to her?  Fear was pulling at her too, but it was not the same fear she had days earlier, not fear of the collar, but rather fear of not understanding at all what was happening to her and more and more she was subliminally being tethered to him, as if she knew the answers to the unasked questions she could not form.. would eventually be found in some manner that involved this man who held her so casually, so openly, as if he had every right in the world to do so.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) waved in parting, his mouth a bit busy at the moment

shia (aisha.gravois): yes Jarl" she says and stands ready

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) tasted her uneasiness, and her wakening hunger. He would feed it small tastes, until she could no longer tolerate her state of freedom, until she could no longer accept being lady Rowena, but could only embrace the slave that he would coax out.  Warm honey, heavy cream, both came to mind, as he leisurely sampled her lips.  His cock stirring, and he wondered idly at how well she might cope with it in her throat.  The image of her tear filled eyes as she choked on him, yeah, that drew  a dark ache.

Rowena (rowan.held): Ihn by ihn, she was tumbling down that path further and further.  Would he take her to the point of no return?  Did she even understand that was what he was doing?  Would he take her all the way down, to that writhing hunger that she could not understand, before quenching the heat that was building?  Or would he back her off, making sport of her 'free status' by humiliating her in his use of her before finally driving her to succumb to his talents?  Were those even questions she understood?  Of course she didn't, she had absolutely no knowledge of sex or what was involved, of what men enjoyed or wanted - let alone of what was happening inside of her.  Would there be a gentle introduction or would it be something meant to drive that final nail into the coffin of her freedom, something decisive and humiliating to ensure it would be something that was always a part of her?  Ka-la-na, that was what she was thinking as his lips held to her own, the warmth of her skin, the inability to track a single thought, ka-la-na did that too, right?  Pressed to him, her breasts held behind that thin silk, her nipples grew firm and she pushed closer against him, almost crushing herself to his body as if she ~needed~ the feel of his flesh against her own.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) could feel her teetering on the cusp, it was enough, her hunger was stirred, like the first layer of spice in his wine.  He broke the kiss, his eyes studying her face, her color so high, he could feel her body's response, "Lady, your veil--" he said in a husky murmur against her lips.  "Let me cover your face lest someone think you are no more than a lascivious slave girl." Yeah bucket of sea water over her burgeoning need.

Rowena (rowan.held): Once more her eyes flew open, his words hitting her like the crash of a wave over her psyche.  She wanted.. to refuse the veil, at least for an ihn.. or five.  Wild frustration locked her body in place as the fight between the veil and what it meant raged against the pull in her belly that she could not name.  Shallow rapid breaths lifted her bosom against him and there was evident sadness in her eyes as he put the veil back on her face.  Savage fury tore at her!  Her reaction far more than just reaction to the realization of what he had done to her, it was reaction to the swelling need in her that was doused like a campfire to be quickly quelled at night.  Her right hand pulled back, ready to slap him for the impertinence of his over-familiarity with her, of course the sirik prevented any more than the display of that fury.  She swallowed, hard.  Get control, get control, get control.  The free woman's plan to lure him into companionship depended on her ability to prove she would be a trustworthy companion and hitting him probably wouldn't foster that perception.  She had no words to say that did not risk undoing her plan, or begging him to explain what was happening in her mind.  So, she stayed silent, fuming as she looked at him.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) gave her the blandest of looks, as if nothing at all had happened, although the swelling in his trousers would be easily felt by her body.  "Yes, there, better" he said as the veil once more made a mockery of her modesty.

Rowena (rowan.held): Tears stung at her eyes, she had no idea why.  It wasn't from the fury that was slowly building, but something far more primal that had gripped her as his hand had gripped her ass.  She was so stunned, even the feel of that thick swelling of his manhood didn't quite sink into her conscious thought, but the subconscious?  Oh yeah, completely aware of it, and adding to her frustration as the threat of what lay within her wanted to break free of the bondage of her freedom.  She was a strange blend of emotions, standing before him, each crowding on the last before it could fully fade from her face.  She did not know that she was the cause of that bulge in his pants, did not understand that anything about her would cause such a thing, fully woman, yet utterly innocent.  She was aware that the belt between her thighs felt... slick, and her hips shimmied slightly trying to adjust it.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) stared down at her, and a faintly mocking grin split his face.  "I have a letter ready to send to your father, telling him that you are here, in my slave house, and asking if he wants you back or not.  The ship in the harbor said, it might be a few months before he got it, and even longer to get a reply.  Shall I send it on your behalf?" He asked, his voice a lazy taunt to her not enslaved and not free woman status.

Rowena (rowan.held): She paled at his words.  There was a slight shake to her head.  So many thoughts crowded at once, could she avoid being enslaved before the letter reached her father and he had time to send someone to collect her?  Would the slaver even take that risk?  What would happen if the letter was sent, and her father arrived only to find her naked in a tavern being used?  Woah, what?  Where did THAT thought come from?  Then, there was the guilty look.  The things she had done in his office with the guard (NPC) had let her in to file the forms the other slaver had given her.. the loosened corks on the ink jars, the tracings of the keys that lay on top of the desk - now tucked carefully among the books on the shelf on the second floor.  The letter she had written to a former suitor, professing her undying love for the slaver and her impending companionship to him, written in the hopes he would be so livid that another man had convinced her to accept his offer he would sail the Thassa to demand his own justice, the letter sealed in wax and slipped in among the other mail, hoping to be unnoticed.  Kings, what would happen if he found that, or saw the other things she had done in the office, hoping to create a situation that might give her just enough of an upper hand to escape him?  She looked away, terrified he could read her thoughts.  "Why not.. just sail me home, then Sir?" she finally said, though there was no heart or passion behind the request, only resignation that his answer would be no.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled at her, "Because I was well paid to keep you far from your home for no less than one full year. So that your 25th birthday would pass without your declaring for your Home Stone, and thus making you in essence an outlaw." He explained the vicious nature of her rivals and how they wanted her humbled.

Rowena (rowan.held) just stared at him, and here ehns earlier she had actually wondered if maybe, just maybe, he had not actually wanted her for his own reasons - again reminded that she was there at the payment of those who had wanted her friendship.  "Why would a man so clearly motivated by greed not then accept the offer of even more coins in exchange for returning me, restoring me, and taking those two two... ugly bosks?"  She stood there, hands on her hips, if not for the skimpy gown and sheer veil one could see the free woman was definitely still alive, even if she was struggling for air beneath the now-cooling heat of her blood.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) laughed at her.  "I am not merely motivated by coin girl" he told her.  "I have pride, and my caste work, and my honor.  I was well contracted to accept your delivery.  Once the correct amount of time has passed, I may deliver you to them, as a free woman, or I may keep you in chains.  Which would you prefer, my dear Rowena?"he asked of her, his hand still on her ass, moving slightly so her body would learn his touch, and learn to crave it.

Later Still That Same Day

Rowena (rowan.held) stomped up the stairs after him, her head was doing flip-flops because she just could not get a handle on what it was the man was after, what he wanted... one minute making her so angry she wanted to kill him, and then there were moments, as insane as it sounded, where she felt like he was the only thing keeping her sane - which said nothing of the way he made her certain she'd been drugged or poisoned.  She stared at him as he took a seat and  slowly, deliberately, went to her knees, well beyond the reach of his hands, almost in the middle of the room.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) watched as she took to her knees.  "Mmm, lovely.  You do make a delicious bit of baggage, Rowena" he murmured. "Come closer" He patted his thigh, in invitation

Rowena (rowan.held) turned red, except.. baggage?  Really?  a fence, now baggage - what other things might he compare her to?  She watched him pat his leg, was he actually.. suggesting she.. sit in his lap?  Her eyes went wide, visible above the chains of the veil.  She scooted closer, reluctantly - being near him seemed to have the side effect of making her thoughts a bit difficult to track at times.  She did not climb in his lap, but was now within his reach and she was dreading the idea of his hand reaching out to touch her again.  At the same time, there was some deep part of her that  was aware his touch caused a reaction in her.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) leaned forward and then touched her ear, following the curve to the tag that hung there. "Let me see, you have been inspected, did you enjoy your exam, my Rowena?" he asked, knowing full well she did not.  "So, have you done something that might get you punished, Rowena?" he asked his voice low.  "Do you need to go visit the post in front of the pens?"

Rowena (rowan.held): She stiffed as he touched her, seeming to want to remind her of that tag that dangled from her ear, brushing her neck at times as if to scream at her "pierced".  But that was nothing compared to what happened when he spoke.  You know how Rowena tended to not say 'bad words'?  Well, one just about slipped out, more than one.  How could she answer that question, either of them?  Well, the exam was easy, she hated it.  But the other questions?  "Was the exam... necessary, like that?" her words were strained, not exactly something she even wanted to think about, and any guilt she had over what she may have done, was lessened by feeling like he deserved whatever happened, just for making her endure that horrible physician's exam of her most intimate parts.  Conveniently enough, she did not answer the other questions.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) moved the tag, making the metal slide back and forth in her lobe, the silver stem rigid against her yielding softness.  "Yes?" he answered as if in a question.  "How would  you have expected it done? You are not quite the noble free woman, now are  you? No.  You are my captive, which everyone knows is but an ehn's from being enslaved.  Do you feel ready enough to beg for that? Or shall we await your father's reply?  Or did you not care to have me send that note off?"  He was being marginally cruel.  He knew there was no way for her to gain her citizenship, so now she could only ever be a dependant, with no right to call a city her own.  Not even her birth city's laws would recognize her as having any rights.

Rowena (rowan.held): There was a small catch in her throat, his words landing like a carefully plunged blade in her belly.  Her head turned slightly, as if she were trying to pull that tag away from his playful touch.  It was the first time he'd really directly said it - enslaved.  Her posture changed, slumping a bit.  She had held out hope, knew that people of all ages could swear to a Home Stone at any time... but his words, left no doubt in her mind, he would see to it she never had a Home Stone.  Tears pooled in her eyes and she stared at the floor.  No, wait.  She wasn't enslaved yet, she wasn't ready to give up and just accept that fate.  "Why.. why do you do this to me? It.. it can't just .. be .. coins", the idea that her life could be taken from her for no reason other than coins was perhaps the worst part of what he was saying, she meant nothing.. only.. coins in his pocket.  There was a small catch in her throat, his words landing like a carefully plunged blade in her belly.  Her head turned slightly, as if she were trying to pull that tag away from his playful touch.  It was the first time he'd really directly said it - enslaved.  Her posture changed, slumping a bit.  She had held out hope, but his words, left no doubt in her mind, he would see to it she never had a Home Stone.  Tears pooled in her eyes and she stared at the floor.  No, wait.  She wasn't enslaved yet, she wasn't ready to give up and just accept that fate.  "Why.. why do you do this to me? It.. it can't just .. be .. coins", the idea that her life could be taken from her for no reason other than coins was perhaps the worst part of what he was saying, she meant nothing.. only.. coins in his pocket.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) looked at that bowed head.  "How many men came to your home, following the rules of your Father's house.  How many sought to strike an alliance, only to be spurned by you, scorned as if you were something too fine for mere men to  enjoy?"  His voice was quiet, a soft drone of the demise of her freedom.  "How many other women, not as blessed as you, watched you dismiss suitor after suitor?" he let his finger rest under her jaw and lifted it upward. "Why should I let you go?  Do you not know how many men would give me 100s of  gold tarns to have the ice queen delivered to their pleasure gardens?"

Rowena (rowan.held): Oh but he did not know the truth, did he.. and yet, she had just said it, admitted it in a strange way...the hidden truth in what she had just admitted to herself, to him?  That there had to be something, that she needed there to be something.. other.. than coins.  That all the suitors she had turned away.. had been because they sought the connection to her father's pockets, to his business - and she had wanted something else; to be sought after for herself, for being intelligent and capable, for being an asset to the relationship, that she had needed to know it was her that the man wanted, and not just the strings that came from her family name?  What.. could that mean?  And yet here, again, her life reduced to a matter of only coins, worse, the freedom she had so carefully protected, taken for those same coins, and this time she did not even have the opportunity to refuse it, it would be forced upon her.  She would be his 'fence', his 'baggage'... just another piece of property to sell off for more coins, no different than being companioned to a man who sought only the advancement of his own station.  Actually, it would be worse, enslaved for coins, enslaved for any reason - she would be denied even the life of a cloistered companion.  "You know.. nothing.. about me", she whispered, "merely lies told to you to encourage you to .. to... do.. ~this~", she moved her hands up, the sirik jangling softly.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) let that mocking smile touch his lips.  "Conversely, I know much more of you than you realize, Rowena" he drawled in reply.  She of course had no clue about how he had stalked her through Ar, found her home, learned what was needed, gotten the invitation into see her father, heard his tale of woe, and  made his own offer, only to have her reject him as well.  In the courting of her father's favour he had made good use of her 'friends' and ... when inevitably she rejected him as well, he accepted their hire, and made arrangements with the mercenaries to deliver to his chains. He looked into her face, his hand rising again, and he removed her veil without warning, pulling the knot loose in her hair making it tumble down her back like a wanton sluts.

Rowena (rowan.held): She looked up at him as he spoke, no, whatever it was he thought he knew, he could not know what was inside her mind, her heart - she had never spoken of those things, nor would she, largely because she had never allowed her own mind to think on them for very long, always leaving her feeling empty.  She studied him, his face, the way he smiled at her - it was not a sincere smile but cold and sneering.  Yes, he was like all the others, he saw only what he could gain from her, not what she herself had to give.  She was beginning to realize time was passing through that ahn-glass and soon, speaking when she felt like it, already little more than a 'gift' from him, would soon be denied to her; and so she started to speak, just as he reached toward her and stripped the veil from her face, letting loose the soft silk of her hair to spill down her back.  Whatever she had been about to say was lost in the shock as those tresses cascaded down her back.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) studied her, as the shock roiled through her.  He leaned forward so his face took up her entire field of vision.  "You wish that someone, anyone would want only you.  It shows in the hurt you try to hide.  What makes you think any man views a companion in that sense?  Well, unless it is two of the same sex, I suppose." he thought on that for a while and then shook his head bringing himself back into the present.  "You could be that woman, but you are not ready for her, are you?"

Rowena (rowan.held): She was in full-on denial when he spoke, implying that he understood her, that somehow, what she sought was.. what?  What he offered?  She was more confused than a one-armed paper-hanger.  She could see nothing but him as he taunted her, leaned down to her face so that the whole of the world was narrowed only to him.  She could not even flinch, the feel of her hair, freed from the bun, dancing on her flesh, the lack of even a sheer veil.  She had but one defense mechanism really, that was anger.  Her eyes seemed almost black, deeper than the richest blackwine Thentis had to offer, stark against the soft color of her freckled face, now framed in waves of silk so few had ever seen loose around her face.  "Ready for what woman?  What is it you think you know?  You know coins, and selling of slaves.  What do you know of the things a woman might think or feel?" She was hot, mostly because she feared what he was saying had a ring of truth inside of her - not that she was not ready, rather the implication of what he said she needed.

Alesandro (alex.lavendel) smiled a slightly more honest smile.  "I am a man.  I deal in slaves.  Hard to be more honest than that" he explained.

Ho Gets Let Out Of The Cage (Later that day)

Rowena (rowan.held): when the man waved a dismissive hand toward her and walked off, she knelt there for long ehns thinking, his words hitting like bricks.  Finally, she rose and made her way upstairs, intent upon entering the kitchen and hoping to find something other than gruel had been left out.  She came up to a quick stop, the kajirus still in the cage.  She looked at him but said nothing, twinge of guilt.  for the moment, she forgot the veil had been taken and her hair let down, she still moved like a free woman, but with the definite glide of a slave, thanks to the sirik.  She made no small talk, directly asking "are you hungry?"

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Was just leaning against the bars of the cell, having grown restless sitting down for long periods. When roewna appeared he watched her strut across the room all the way over to the cell. She was not wearing a veil so he saw her face for the first time. "Yes I am" he relied to the question. Even if he wasent famished it could be awhile before anyone asked again.

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded.  Kings but this was going to be awkward.. she turned without a word and went into the kitchen.  Once there, she fixed a bowl of stew, it looked to be bosk stew, some really well cooked suls in the liquid, and a thick brown base that would be perfect sopped up with some buttered sa-tarna.  He wasn't a huge fella, but she figured he could probably eat and who knows when someone had bothered to give him anything.  She grabbed two slices of bread, some bosk butter slathered on them and a cup of water.  There was fruit and if he was still hungry, she'd bring that back.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Watches rowena nod at him like a free woman might. Keeps watching as she departed and then shortly after returned holding a bowl of stew of somekind. "yes, bosk dung needs to eat" he said more to himself in a sarcastic tone.

Rowena (rowan.held) reached through the bars, maybe not the smartest idea, if he had designs on payback, it wouldn't be too hard for him to grab her by the wrist.  She held the bowl out to him.  She still didn't say anything, and there was a chance he might wonder why she was being nice, not a quality the woman was exactly known for.  She sort of rolled her eyes at hearing him repeat the name the new slaver had given him.  "here.  eat this.  i promise i didn't do anything to it"

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Accepts the bowl threw the bars, he certainly did not attempt to harm the kajira. She was being sort of nice which seemed strange to him but at that moment he really did not care what her motivations were he was getting food. "That's great" He picks up the biggest piece of meat in the stew and pops it between his lips.

Rowena (rowan.held) watched him dig into the stew.  She wasn't meaning to be intrusive, it was just.. the way she was.  After a few ehns she said "look.  I hadn't wanted you to be beaten, just.. told to keep your hands off me".  That was Rowena, pretty blunt about just almost everything - except her own secrets, those?  yeah, she kept those so deeply buried she didn't even know all of the truths about who she was.  Realizing she was still holding the water, she held it through the bars too.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) shrugs his shoulders faintly as he continued to eat. "Not your fault, but I found it interesting how quickly he took your word  on it" Lifts the footed bowl up to his lips and drinks some of the juice. "mm"

Rowena (rowan.held) rolled her eyes again, muttering softly.  "regardless, that wasn't my purpose.  Why did you lie?"  again, direct and to the point.  She wasn't too worried about the guard (NPC) at the door, he seemed quite engrossed with the study of a booger he just pulled out of his nose, not bothered by the conversation at the cage.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill): "Have you ever felt like someone was becoming too friendly"

Rowena (rowan.held) gave a quick thought to his question, looking for more than what was actually asked; she really didn't see the slaver as having been too friendly, which meant the question was likely aimed at her.  For a moment, despite the veil and the hair hanging loose like a slave, her face was entirely that of the cold, and annoyed, free woman.  "Strange question to ask, but the answer is no, I have never felt like someone was becoming too friendly.  I have been able to keep most people at bay for my entire life"

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Lifts an eyebrow quizzically as rowena she answered "well, I felt like I was on a one way path to being chained to his bed and living out my days as his pet, perhaps you dident catch all the little cutesy whispering he was doing but I had enough."

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded, clearly Rowena had not been paying attention to all the things going on, not surprising considering she was mostly focused on avoiding ending up enslaved, a fate that was creeping closer to her with every passing ahn, evidence in the way each day found new humiliations heaped upon her as small issues of modesty were stripped away from her.  "I thought that was what all slaves hoped for?  to become the pet of someone who would treasure them and use them?" she was clearly confused, maybe having been told bad information from the slaves in her father's house.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Hands the now empty bowl back to rowena and takes the water she was still holding out for him. "a kajira, a pleasure slave trained to love unconditionally and serve and be found pleasing and wanted and owned by a rich handsome Master yes yes..that's the dream...but you see I as a kajirus do not want to be sucking back alot of dick"

Rowena (rowan.held)'s mouth fell open, she nearly dropped the bowl in her hand.  She stood there, effectively rendered mute by his crass explanation.  Wow, no one had ever said anything quite so graphic to the woman and she was at a loss as to what to say.  What did one say to such a thing?  'good on you', 'sorry'?  In the end, she decided there was just no way she could go down that line of conversation and said "what is it you do want, then?", she pulled the bowl up against her belly and held it there - it might have almost seemed slave-like, to hold it right there, but the truth was - the sirik wouldn't let her lift her arms any higher.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) was more ranting then answering questions at this point, taking small breaks to sip at his water. "So I lied, and angered him in other ways...of course I was not really expecting him to start slicing me up just for calling him a Torvie but I think I underestimated his desire to show his dominance..."

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded, hadn't made much sense to her either, the man WAS a torvie, and Rowena's expression made it clear what she thought of those from the north - ok, she pretty much looked down on everyone who wasn't from Ar, but that was beside the point.  "He threatened to strip me, whip me and stick me in the cage at the docks when he first arrived here.", adding her own understanding that she thought the man might be unreasonable, at best, unbalanced at worst.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) smiles, he had been using her to get himself in trouble but when he touched her ass he felt a connection. She dident look bad in her sirk, certainly a dress code designed to humiliate. Hard to have a dignified argument about how she had rights when dressed up like an display girl. "I actually think he would have killed me" he admitted, going a little pale at the memory.

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded.  Her voice was little more than a whisper "I.. feared that too".  There was a quiet sadness in her eyes and she did her best to make that vanish.  With an odd sort of laugh, as if it suddenly struck her as tremendously funny "that is the first time a male slave has ever touched any part of me other than my hands, which were always gloved for such a thing.  you can't imagine the shock you gave me"

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Laughs and sort of puts the drinking bowl onto of the stew bowl rowena kept holding out. "I get that reaction alot" he admits. "When you, mm, service people enough and they tell you when and how to touch them, nice to just to touch a girl out of a rebellious spirit"

Rowena (rowan.held) was torn between being offended by that, just a random opportunity,  but also the amusement of it.  Her conflicted expression was clearly visible, given there was not even a sheer veil to obscure any detail at all.  She looked at the bowl in her hands, and now the drinking bowl.  Oh yeah, she should probably do something with that.  As she passed the guard (NPC) she gave him her best "Don't fuck with me" look and said "let him out of the cage".  The guard, not being the brightest, at least knew that technically, Rowena was still a free woman, and the doors and windows were all locked, guards posted at each door, so it wasn't like either of them was actually going to go anywhere other than in the kennel.  She slipped into the kitchen and set the dishes down, leaving it for the pot girls of the kennel to tend to.  The guard, meanwhile, went and opened the cage door.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Looks pleased that Rowena was able to have a guard open the cage. "Wow" when the door opened he stepped out and the first thing he did was stretch his arms up "that's much better" he was just in a bigger cage, named the kennel, but at least he could walk around a little.

Rowena (rowan.held) smiled as she came back out of the kitchen, she hadn't been sure the guard would do as she said, her status as a free woman was becoming less and less evident by the ihn it seemed.  "that is better.  do you need... anything for the pain, or some salve or... something?" she was a bit lost as to what exactly, but thanks to having to endure that truly horrendous 'slave exam', she knew where the physician's exam office was in the kennel and figured they could find something in there.  She reached up, thinking to tuck her hair up in a bun or something, pulled short by the sirik; you would think after so much time, she'd have gotten used to the fact that she had useless hands and arms, but nope, she kept forgetting.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Had knife cuts across his back and on his fingers. The lacerations had sort of scabbed over and were no longer bleeding but laying down was unpleasant. "Something for my back would be great, it stings when I move "

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded.  "it's this way", she turned to head toward the inner door, unaware of the way she was walking, her gait had that licentious appeal to it, fostered by the weeks she had been bound in that sirik, carefully measured precisely to fit her, ensuring it would do the job it was intended to do.  It hadn't crossed her mind that she had just let a kajirus out of a cage, one who had already grabbed her, but his purpose had been to cause a scene, not to harm her.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) follows her down to the main floor and into a side room. This very obviously was a medical room. Rowena definatly did not have the practiced grace of a kajira used to walking in restraints.

Rowena (rowan.held) turned to look at him "did you see a girl upstairs, I swear I saw one kneeling there, but she was so quiet." she turned to the shelves and began rummaging through them, picking up jars and vials and reading the labels. "Can you read?" she asked him, figuring it would go faster if they both looked..

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Had seen the girl, "Yes, never quite sure of slaves that kneel when they are alone, my knees hurt after like 5 ikn" He wandered over and tried to help look but he was in fact illiterate "No I can't"

Rowena (rowan.held) laughed softly at his comment.  "It takes an art, to kneel for any length of time", of course, Rowena had never knelt in anything but the tower of a free woman, so what 'nadu' might feel like?  She hadn't a clue.  Just as he spoke, she found what she was looking for, but a whole new set of problems came up.  She was the only one there to put it on, and unless he had elasti-arms that could stretch in unnatural ways... the only way this was going to happen was if she touched him.  She gulped, imagining what Alesandro would say if he found out she had willingly put her hands on a kajirus - she knew he would twist it, distort it into something it wasn't and make her fear for her freedom with it.  "Uh.. you'll.. err.. have to.. uh.. turn.. around", her face was more red than a city Rarius' uniform.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Looks at rowena as she laughed and told him there was an art to it. "You mean find a cushion?" He also tried to help look for the salve, but she found something and had turned to look at him again. "oh...yes" he noticed her embarrassed look and hoped by not staring at her she would feel more comfortable. The cuts on his skin probably looked pretty puffy, having been salted for good measure. Tries a joke to get her to take her mind from whatever was disturbing her. "Funny how the red salt of Kilma, was mined in the deep desert, dragged to Turia, sold for a high price, shipped here to Athos, purchased by a Torvie to rub into a slaves back. "

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded "it did seem like a wasteful use of a precious commodity, I mean, if he were a Mamba and preparing to eat you?  Sure, maybe then", she joined in the joking as he turned around.  She took the lid off and sniffed it, she could smell the marigold powder, made from grinding up, surprise, marigolds.  There was also the hint of something astringent and something that ~smelled~ cold.  Definitely what she had been looking for, a blend of marigold and kanda powder for numbing, not so much he'd pop positive on a blood analysis, but enough that it would help soothe the cuts.  She spurted some on her finger, almost instantly it was tingly and started to numb up, and she carefully, gently, began applying it to his back.  Yep, her face was bright enough to light every house in Ar at night when all three moons were in a new phase.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) felt the muscles in his back relax and loosen when the cold goo like substance was applied lightly to his cuts. The stinging went away immediatly and the pain followed soon after. "That would be just my luck" he replied with a half smile. "killed and eaten by a giant albino torvie slaver mamba on a resort island" shakes his head

Rowena (rowan.held) laughed so hard and unexpectedly, she nearly dropped the jar.  That would have been tricky to explain.  She noticed he was relaxing slightly, and she had absolutely no feeling left in her finger.  She screwed the lid back on after smoothing out the surface of the salve, then put the jar back -exactly- where it came from.  She had enough problems on her hands with that physician, didn't need anymore.  She went over to the water pitcher on the counter and did something VERY unladylike; she spit in it.  That was nothing compared to what she  WANTED to do to the woman, and the slaver for that matter, actually less to the slaver at this point, her wrath was firmly pointed toward the physician since that unimaginable exam.  "We should probably get out of here, last thing we need is to be caught in here, right?"  She figured she'd have a few whip marks and he might actually end up dead, if they were caught in the physician's office.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Agreed and left the physicians room with rowena, smirking as she spat into what he imagined was drinking water. At some point he would be forced to endure an examination as well, he would just have to try and serve some of that to the physician if he got the chance. He stopped, looking at the guarded door and then turned around. "Thanks, feeling much better now"

Rowena (rowan.held) nodded.  "you are welcome.  it should heal fairly quickly, the Priest Kings were generous in providing such a healing ointment", if the boy had any doubt she was a free woman, it should be gone when she spoke the word "Priest Kings" for no slave was permitted to utter the name of the Gorean deity.  She looked at the guard, then back at the kajirus.  "do you mind.. if.. i ask you something.. Ho?" she said,  using the name she had heard him give before the new slaver had taken it away.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) looks at the guard, hoping she had not been overheard. While he appreciated her beliefs regarding her status, he was defiantly not convinced. His own experiences were very much might equals right, and she was in a sirk not exactly a robe of concealment. But he was worried she would be caught using the Priest Kings name. Either the guard did not care of did not hear "I do not mind, what is it?"

Rowena (rowan.held): Rowena, while not exactly accepting of it, was starting to understand that if something didn't happen soon, the day would soon come when she was enslaved, irrevocably.. enslaved.  The other girls in the kennel, treated her like she had Dar-Kosis, who could blame them, she was female, dressed as a slave, but most of them had been informed she was a free woman, captured, but still free.  For once, there was someone around to talk to, without the prying ears and eyes of the ever-watchful slavers... Rowena's voice was soft, a whisper, "have you been.. a slave.. for very long?".  There was something almost fearful in the way she asked it, like she knew fate was creeping up on her, and she was wholly unprepared for the message fate was carrying.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Was not expecting that particular question, so had to blink a few times and even rubbed his chin as he thought "hmm, I suppose I have yes...quite a long time...I was not born a slave but it has been a long time since I have seen the Rence Marshes..I was taken from my home...years ago, taken to Kar and sold"

Rowena (rowan.held) gulped, nodding again.  In the solitude of the room, the cover of the darkness that peered in through the glass windows - ok, the guard standing there was as dull as the one upstairs, she was pretty sure she'd just seen him more interested in scratching his butt than the woman and the kajirus... that solitude, gave her the courage to ask a question she would not voice beneath the light of Lar-Torvis, "was it.. hard.. when your freedom.. was.. taken?".  There it was, the one question she could not wrap her head around to find an answer to.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Rubbed the back of his neck "yes of course, but unlike most castes Rencers are known to accept former Rencers that were enslaved back into the caste...for without a caste I would be no better then a Torvie and frankly I would prefer to be a slave then a Torvie" smirks a little glancing at the guard "Most castes, once you are enslaved that's it good luck getting back in...but Ho Hak killed six guards in port Kar and escaped back into the marshes. He became a hero and leader amonst Rencers and he never did manage to get the collar off...so I have hope that one day I too will return to the Marshes"

Rowena (rowan.held): "I want to get back to Ar.  My birthday, my 25th birthday, is in a few months.  If I miss the Home Stone ceremony...", her voice trailed off.  "I am a merchant", she said flatly, knowing his words were true, once she was enslaved... that part of her life would be forfeit, everything about her would, in fact, be forfeit.  "I'm.. afraid" she said softly, and it was true, but what she was afraid of was so much more than the branding iron, she was afraid of the stirrings that were happening in her, things she did not know or understand, which seemed to amuse the slaver to no end as he exploited her emotions for his delight.  Would Rowena, the proud and arrogant free woman, ever admit to this conversation?  Of course not, she would lie through her teeth.  That the kajirus might be the sort to rat her out also didn't cross her mind, always a possibility though and perhaps she should have considered it.  Time would tell.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Takes a deep breath and lets it out, he could understand the feeling of wanting to get to ones homestone, he was not sure it mattered what her birthday was being a collared and branded female in a sirk would probably be enough to get one snatched up my slavers in that mega city as well. But he did not want to rain on her dreams, he smiled. "Ar is a long way" he commented. "What are you going to do, if you can't make it off this island in time?"

Rowena (rowan.held) laughed dryly, "it seems we could both use a miracle worker like your Ho Hak".  There was only one answer to his question and she couldn't say it, if she did not get off the island and home before her birthday.. home, and unbranded, the only option left to her would be to live as an outlaw or a slave.  No Home Stone, no caste.  Branded?  There would be but one choice, and it wasn't exactly her 'choice'.  Instead of answering his question, she said, "I do not think I even have until my birthday.  Ar.. it is so far away, I could not even make it home in time, even if I was on a ship tonight.  And.. ", she took a deep breath, "I do not think the slaver will be patient.. much longer.".  Finally coming up with an answer to his question she said, "I guess, if my birthday passes and I can not swear to my Home Stone... I'll have to make my way to the marshes and plead to join the Rencers", yeah, like Rowena would be capable of the hard and laborious tasks of working the rence fields.

Ho Sorp (ioneus.trill) Winces, he had not told her about the tests one would have to endure to prove oneself worthy of being a rencer rather then just a slave of a rencer. Mostly this involved swimming with reef sharks when cutting anchor lines and this was dangerous for anyone let along a freewoman from a city. "i suppose we do" he agreed. "Maybe co operating with the slavers is the only way out of this kennel building"

Rowena (rowan.held) looked at him.  She was pretty sure there was only one 'cooperation' the slaver wanted from her; her absolute submission.  "I really am free, you know", she said.  "I was taken from my wagon on the way to the Sardar, as required, before my 25th birthday.... and delivered here.".  After an ehn she said "and do you think.. it would do any good, to cooperate with them?".  She was getting desperate, and as none of her ideas had worked out so far, actually they hadn't just 'not worked out' they had failed miserably, evidenced by the lack of any veil and the way her hair was loose about her face, well maybe she should listen to someone else about what to try.

Rowena (rowan.held) turned, the guard coming up to her, a stern look on his face "Time to kennel" he said to her.  She looked to the kajirus, a kindness in her eyes that was not often seen.  "thank you" she said to him, surprised to find how easy he was to talk to.  She made her way down the stairs, the slaver's assistant already reaching to untie the cord holding the filmy dress on her body, she was naked by the time she got to the bottom of the stairs, a requirement in the pens, that she be kept in the cage naked.  Her face burned hotly, but a glance at her thigh would confirm it was indeed unbranded and she scooted as far back in the pen as she could, not wanting passer-bys to be able to touch her.