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.

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