The Slavers Caravan

The next day she found herself amid different surroundings. Taking a moment to gather the sounds around her. She felt the bump and sway of the vechile as it moved. The wind was at her left, she could feel the soft rustle of the cloth as it moved. The guard set with watching over the slaves as he walked the rear of the caravan noted the intensive movements of the slave. He noted how meticulously she seemed to catalog her surroundings. He smiled seeing potential in the slave that was thrust from the House of Rencius. Great was her beauty even hooded as she was. He could see the sheen of her raven locks. The tanned skin exposed to his gaze looked plump but muscular. Unmarked by brand or scar, he noted how she moved as if playing to the winds caress. He knew that this was a slave bred in the house of Rencius. His mind wandered as he walked. The Slaver was apt to reward his guards for their good work. He wonder briefly who would be given the little hooded slave as a reward.

That night after the caravan was settled in the hooded girl was thrust within a circle. She could feel the eyes of many even through the rough cloth that covered her head. Silence met her muffled ears. The ony sounds reaching her was the wind and crackle of the fire. She could feel the weight of eyes upon her. For long moments it seemed she stood trembling slightly as the wind played upon her. After a time she began to move a play to the winds caress. Swaying to and fro as the breeze filtered around. Deliciously the hooded kajira moved. bound as she was she danced with her lithe form. Knowing they were watching she moved. Silent saved for the small pants of breath that spilled thru the cloth. As if the wind was a force of intelligent being it seemed to pick up swirling the dancing girls hair, playing to  the movement of the kajira. With each force of the wind she moved twisting, swaying, gyrating before their eyes. The other slaves looked on furious as they worked on nightly chores. How gladly she moved even bound and hooded she seemed to dance for them all. The outlaws grew restless as the slave danced. Many snatching up kajirae as they grew to restless to stay still and retiring for the night. This went on until there was but three left. The Slaver and two outlaws. The two outlaws stood on opposite ends of the circle both looking to the slave. The Slaver sensing that things were about to get bloody fast barked out an order ” Enough!” With the boom of voice the slave melted to the dirt floor tamped down with the movements of her feet. Still hooded and bound she lay breathing hard as the Slaver made a peace with the two outlaws that were edging to fight.

House Rencius

After the separation, najma  class=”hiddenGrammarError” pre=”najma “>was handed off to the keepers of the slaves and raised a  passion slave. A quiet childhood where she was impish. Surrounded by constant stimuli. Until the time of her first flux. It was then she was immeresed within the schooling that would benefit her to what she was born to do. Her days was spent learning the ways of a slave. Cleaning cooking and the art of pleasure. The Slaver Rencius saw great potential in the beauty that was his. And often was found training her personally. a rarity for him. Many began to fear that he was growing attached to the slave that was destined to be so much more. His Free Companion was livid when he began talk of the silvered eyed slave with warmth and affection within his eyes and voice. Often the coy slave would be found at his heels or beside him with his fingers buried within her hair. With the upcoming contractual releasing of her companionship she grew worried when Rencius began distancing himself from her. The woman wanted his heart and it seemed a slave born years after her held it. It became particularly clear that her union was  to end when, Rencius had her moved to another set of rooms away from him.

Livid the woman contracted the sale of the slave to a passing slavers caravan. In the dead of the night the slave was bound hooded and carted outside of the House of Rencius never to be seen by Him again.

Little did the Freewoman know by having the girl shipped off she saved her from contracting the plague that hit three hands later. It decimated the House of Rencius, leaving few alive to remember the precious little kajira.