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by Stroke Chapter One: Tarn Rider Warrior and lenaTRWfg(ys). Tarn Rider Warrior sat beside the fire and watched the slave move about the tavern. The room was dimly lit as the lamps of tharlarion oil burned low. He smiled to himself thinking that he was a fortunate man. He had his own tavern and several slaves. What more could a man want? He glanced at the door. There were gates there and several guards stood nearby for protection. It had never occurred to him that it might be odd to need guards for a simple tavern. After all why should it seem odd? It was all he had ever known. It simply was the way it was. He looked over once more and watched the slave move about the tavern. He thought that she looked good in those yellow silks. Perhaps next week she will graduate up to green silks. She was known as lenaTWRfg(ys). A simple slave trying to be pleasing. Once a girl from far off urth she was now only a ko-lard slut. Picking up the poker she stoked the fire so that the bosk roasting there would not get cold. After all it would not do for her to displease her master. His punishments were cruel and she hated to face them. Writing "I will not be a bad slut" on the chalkboard 50 times wore her out. It was easier to do as she should do and avoid trouble. She glanced at her master as she moved away from the fire and towards the servery. She saw his eyes on her and she lowered her own eyes and smiled. Tarn Warrior Rider called out, “little one, get me paga”. “Yes Master”, she answered and glided off to the servery. He smiled watching her move wondering how she managed to move in that manner without her little feet even seeming to touch the floor. His mind wandered back to the day he had first met this girl. At first glance she was like any other wandering slave, but something about her had captured his attention. It may have been her way of moving, or possibly her gentle smile, but most likely it was that she was female. They had talked and joked. The minutes became hours and the hours became days. Before long he knew what he must do. When she arrived the next day he went up to the girl bound and determined. With force he said to her, “ummm, lena …. would you wear my collar?” The girl smiled and happily agreed to do so. A long time had passed since that day. At least three weeks. The girl returned to him with a Gorean three footed bowl in her hands as she knelt before him. She then kissed the rim and held the bowl high as she whispered, “Master, your lena brings you paga. She hopes that you enjoy it as much as you do her”. Taking the bowl from her tiny hands he tasted the warm drink and then spoke, “little one, you have pleased me as you always do. Now you must prepare the tavern. Guests will soon be arriving. My brother will be among them. “Yes Master”, the slave replied, jumping up and returning to her duties. She wondered where the other slave was. That girl bina was always goofing off when there was work to be done. She would catch hell for that. After all, guests were coming! Chapter One: Guests and binaTRWsg(ws). The girl rushed through the streets. She had been out visiting other taverns and inns for the better part of the night and had allowed the time to slip away. Once it became apparent that she was late she knew that she must hurry. As she ran the pleasures of the night crept through her mind. Serving big strong men. Their unforgiving ways and the many uses that they found for her. She shivered in delight as the feelings washed through her. She approached the familiar tavern and hesitated just outside the door of the "Tarns Retreat". That name always made her wonder if it was a place for Tarnsmen to relax at or was it a place they ran away to? She smiled at her own little joke and then entered through the doors. Inside she saw the gates where the always ready guards stood watch. They opened the gate and let her through. She then fell to the floor and performed her kar-ta. Tarn Rider Warrior watched the girl as she entered and knelt. He enjoyed the way she looked in her white silks. Only for me, he thought to himself. Mine all mine. The slave bina then spoke, “May this one enter, Master?” “Yes bina”, he replied. Two other wandering slaves who were there then asked if they could leave because it was time for them to take care of other matters. He thought about it for a moment and then allowed it. They said their goodbyes and seemed to float across the room and out the gates and the doors. “Love that float”, he said to himself. “bina, get to work. Guests will soon be arriving”. “Yes Master”, she replied and off she hurried to the servery. Within a few minutes the doors opened and two large men were hunkered there. Tarn Rider Warrior nodded to the guards who opened the gates as the men walked in. TRW looked at them and asked, “We have met, haven’t we”? The first man was massive. Perhaps 9 feet tall. “We have”, he answered. We are from Torvaldsland. I am Bad Ax. He then motioned to his companion, “And this is my big brother Big Ax”. Big Ax was larger than Bad Ax. Perhaps 10 feet tall. “Tal and welcome to my tavern”, said TRW. “Tal”, they said as they found some seats and relaxed. The slave bina was washing dishes in the servery when the men entered. lena was also there busily working away and in a foul mood over bina missing much of the morning work. As the men sat, bina quickly wiped off her hands and hurried over to them. She immediately dropped before Bad Ax in nadu. Bad Ax looked down at her and asked, “Do you wish to please me, slut”? Her eyes wide she glanced up at him and whispered, “Again Master? It has only been an ahn or so. This girl is still sore”. Then realizing her Master was nearby she spoke louder so that he could hear, “This girl would like to be of service”. Bad Ax threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Then get me and my brother paga, slave, and har-ta”. Up she jumped and off to the servery she ran. Chapter One: More Guests. The Accusation. The Tarns Retreat was filling with patrons as the night moved on. The slaves hurried about serving while loud conversations took place. It was near the eighth ahn when two more warriors arrived. They were both grizzled rough looking characters. Upon entering they approached Tarn Rider Warrior. TRW smiled as he watched his brother approach. “Well, well, if it is not Mucous OreliusTRW(FS), my first sword and brother. Tal, Bro”. Mucous nodded, “Tal Bro”. Then indicating his companion he continued, “This is my friend, JamesLOL(FS)(CM)(PHY). He is the first sword, a council member, and a physician of the Laugh Out Loud Tavern on the other side of the city. TRW looked impressed. “That is wonderful. So you can cut them up, sew them up, and then sentence them to death all in one sitting. That sure saves time. Sit and enjoy. The slaves will be right with you”. They turned away and joined in the festivities. TRW was troubled. His bina was a new slave. He had only asked her to wear his collar a week earlier and was delighted when she agreed. She was quite a beauty. Her delicious slave curves promised hours of enjoyment for a man. But for now she was white silk and therefore very restricted. So much so that even he had not yet been able to use her. He had meant to use her on several occasions, but somehow it never worked out. He wondered to himself what had gone wrong. Were they interrupted? He did not think so. So what was it? All that he could remember was that the slut had talked. Alot. He wondered if that were somehow related to his failure to nail his newest slut. He looked up and saw bina as she moved past him and knelt in nadu before Bad Ax the Torvy. Something about that picture was wrong, but just what eluded him. The slave lena moved before a Free Woman in tower position and held the golden goblet up to her. “This girl has brought you the bloodwyne you ordered of her, Mistress. A girl prays you find it pleasing”. The woman took the goblet and drank it through her veils leaving a distinct red stain on them. lena nearly laughed and had to bite her tongue to keep herself silent. Somehow the woman seemed to sense the girls glee and decided to take her to task. She grabbed the slaves hair and pulled on it hard. “You miserable little slut. Who do you think you are laughing at? I was once a slave like you before I was set free. I know what you little beasts think and feel. How dare you be so disrespectful to me. Tarn Warrior Rider, what kind of girls do you have here”? TRW disliked it when Free Women tried to assert themselves. After all they were still only females, a mere half a step away from the collar. Suddenly there was much noise and arguing. TRW turned to see Bad Ax and James confronting one another. Little bina knelt at Bad Ax’s feet but was noticeably shrinking back. TRW quickly moved over to them and asked what was going on. Bad Ax laughed and spoke first, “It seems that he cannot control his women. You cannot blame that on me”. James grew angrier. It was clear that they would soon begin fighting. Would it be TB or 7/7/7? So many problems to deal with!!! TRW yelled out, “What are you talking about”? He turned to James. “What is going on, James”? James was clearly shaken. He stammered and stared off for a moment and then his eyes focused on TRW. He whispered the word "dualler“. TRW was puzzled and repeated back, "dueller"? "No" responded James, "dualler. It’s …. It’s … my Free Companion”. “Well, what about her”, responded TRW. James looked down for a moment and pain shot through his face. He could not believe what he was seeing. “My … my Free Companion”. Then he pointed at bina. “It’s her”. That is it so far ..... |