Darkness began to fade, as daybreak showed its crimson color. Vanier walked silently along the path toward his hall. He was weary from his journey, he had been discussing a contract to train Ramthort's new slave. Ramthort was going to ko`lar her as his personal one if she was made worthy. He asked Vanier to have his first girl Lessa train her. Vanier thought about Lessa, oh he was a very lucky man to have that girl love him so. She has brought great pride to his hall, she is not only beautiful, and very graceful, but has trained many kajira to be beautiful also. Turning the corner, he stumbled over the bloody girl, her leg was torn, from the looks of her, he was sure she had run into a wild animal. What is she doing out here alone he wondered, and where is her ko`lar. His eyes gazed upon the girl as he kneeled next to her checking her condition. Finding a pulse, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and then proceeded to Hidden Fijord. The girls face was bare, and she was clothed only in a tattered white silk dress. He assumed she was a virgin slave who was lost. No proper lady would allow her face to be without her veils, and he did not find them near her delicate body. Though a strong Warrior, Vanier was also respected as one of the best kajira trainers in the southern area. He trained 7 to 10 kajira at any given time. He not only trained them to be hall girls, but also as personal slaves to owners who wished to use his training skills.
Lessa watched as the girl was brought into the kennels, a trail of blood flowing gently across the floor. She quickly went into the servery, her gentle hips swaying, as she made her way to the storage shelves where the bandages were kept. After she gathered bandages, and many clean rep cloths she also got healing salve. Lessa turned moving quickly back to the kennels, as first girl she had the responsibility to help train the others, as well as the responsibility to make sure that they remained in good health. She glanced at her Master as she made her way to the small table setting down the necessary bandages. She quickly moved to get a bowl from the next room which she had placed there with a pitcher of water for diedre to wash up, she had been wounded, and Lessa had made sure that she had constant access to clean water. The kajira knew that wounds had to be kept clean or she may have lost her hand. diedra had fallen, and broke her finger, the bone had forced it's way through the skin. Lessa had managed to set the bone, and then she cleaned up the raw flesh, putting on healing salve, and wrapping it in clean cloth. Lessa now looked down upon the girl as she set the bowl next to the furs upon the floor. Very carefully she removed the girls bloody silks. She picked up the dry rep cloth, and dipped it into the cool water, slowly washing the girls sweet young flesh. She cringed as she tried to clean the jagged edges of the torn flesh. Just from looking at it she knew that it must have been a very large animal that bit the girl, from the double row of teeth marks, she figured it might have been a wild sleen.
> "Master, This girl can be no more then 16 or 17 years old" concern was heard in the older slaves tone. "Where did you get her? And what are you planning on doing with her?"
> Lessa had been with Vanier for over 7 years, she was a devoted and faithful slave. He trusted her with many secrets and she just about ran the training camp on her own. His heart swelled with pride for the girl that sat before him, helping to care for this stranger. Vanier never had to give any commands Lessa just seemed to know when he needed anything. He never minded answering the questions she asked for she had more then earned that privilege.
Lessa smiled softly, biting her lower lip as she pulled the gash together, then taped it shut, hoping to stop the bleeding. She quietly took clean bandages, wrapping the wound, this would take a lot of healing she thought, hopefully she will not scar. She took the clean white silks from Tarnea, and very carefully dressed the unconscious girl. "She will make a very beautiful addition Master, she will make you proud Lessa thinks.
Vanier softly smiled. "I think you are right girl. She will be a gem among the coal." He gazed down at the young girl, her deep auburn hair flaming like a fire upon a sunlit mountainside. Quietly she shivered as she felt his gaze upon her soft sweet flesh delicate, creamy white flesh. Yes, this girl is a beauty he thought.
For several hours he watched her off and on, as he went about his business. He watched Tarnea prepare his daily meal, the tabuk he had killed two weeks ago was nearly gone, and he would have to hunt again soon. Oh Vanier knew that he could buy anything he wished for but that was not his way. He had been taught to hunt, he was a provider, and always has been from the time he was 9 years old. So he continued to supply the food for the Hall himself, it brought him great pleasure doing so.
The girl stirred, slowly opening her eyes, shear terror was etched into her face as she scrambled to her feet, crawling to the corner of the room. Her sea blue eyes searching the room for escape, tears streaming down her delicate features. Ayoka looked like a caged panther ready to strike.
Lessa approached the cowering girl holding her hand out to her. "Little one what is your name, and what happened to you? Whom do you belong to?"
The woman’s charismatic tone soothing her fears, yet she was terrified. "I am Ayoka, I belong to no one. La ki kajira." Her tones desperate, yet she felt her face naked before all, she knew she was in big trouble.
Vanier listened to the girl’s plea, yet her face had been bare before all men. If the girl was telling the truth, then she was face stripped, and someone had plans of enslaving the girl. No way could he allow her to go free, she was already stripped of her freedom. The most he could do was to train her to be the best kajira, she could be. Vanier would teach her proper place and teach her to survive as a slave.
"You are now kajira girl, and you belong to me. I own you. Men have seen you; you have lost the rights of a free woman. All you have left is ownership. You will find me a fairly easy going Master; I am fair to all that I own. In return I expect you to listen and obey my every word." Vanier quietly stated.
Ayoka trembled; her very core knew he was right. She had lost her mother, her father her life that day. Now what was left, but a life of servitude? She gazed at the man in front of her, her eyes searching for a way to escape, yet finding none. She stood up tall, giving up, knowing there was nowhere to run, nowhere to go to. She would stay here with him till the right opportunity then she would find a way out of this mess.
"What is your name beauty?" Vanier asked. He gazed intently into her eyes. He saw her strength; she would not be an easy one to train.
"My name is Ayoka Domaski, I am daughter of Eryk Domaski" defiance in her every word.
"You are no longer Ayoka Domaski, You are my property. You own nothing, not even the name you were given at birth. You have no name unless I choose to give you one, is that understood girl?".
"Yes Master if you say so" shrugging her shoulders she stands straight and tall.
Vanier took a deep breath, in a no nonsense tone he said, " To the pole girl, it is time for you to have some lessons in respect!"
Ayoka just stood where she was, her every look, movement one of defiance.
"Girl, DO IT NOW!" His tone was sharp and commanding, as he walked to the wall, took down his single blade whip.
Not knowing, why the kajira found her feet moving toward the pole, unable to stop. She realized that this man has her life in his hands. She felt her arms pulled above her head and tied to the ring, she groaned as she felt her legs spread, as he attached them to the rings on the floor.
Reaching to the girls shoulder Vanier untied the knot letting the white silks fall to the floor. He watched as Lessa removed them from the area, her slave heart trembling knowing what was to come next. He backed away from the girl; pulling back with the whip he let it fly against her soft round bottom.
She flinched as the whip bit into her sweet flesh, the sting sending pain to her core. Her body quivered as she tried to stand tall, not willing to bend, to break to his will.
Vanier hated whipping the girl, but she needed to learn her place. She needed to learn to respect Free People, for without respect she would die, very young and very quickly. Drawing back he released the whip again to strike her thighs. He watched as the red welts began to dance upon her delicate flesh. He heard her moans as he continued to whip her, every strike of the whip cutting deeper. After 6 strokes he stopped and in a soft loving voice he asked, "What is your name girl"
"I have no name Master, not unless you give me one,” She cried out as she felt the bite of the whip again. She knew what he wanted, she knew what a slave spoke like, she knew better, but she was not willing to give all. He would have to take it from her, she thought to herself"
Vanier just shook his head, and then drew back with the whip releasing it again against her now bloody thighs. "You will speak in third person girl, you are slave, you are now my property. And you will learn to be grateful. I am a kind and loving Master, but I demand respect, I demand for you to be the best kajira you can be. You will be passionate, ahleen, obedient, and respectful to all that you serve. For that I will love, cherish, and protect you. I will help you to find a good and loving Master. Understood girl!"
She felt her legs give out as she felt the bite of the whip, tears fell down her face as she softly whispered, "Yes Master, a girl is sorry, she is kajira, your slave, your property, she is nothing without you."
Vanier wrapped the whip around the handle, and then offered it to the girl to kiss. He looked at her lovingly as she placed her ruby lips upon the cool hard surface of the whip kissing it reverently, like she was kissing a God. He lifted her up in his arms, and then untied her wrists, letting her drop to the sand below. He freed her legs, then turning he made his way back to his furs with great strides.
Lessa moved to the girl, and helped her back to the serving furs. She quickly went to the servery, and got a large bowl of water. Her slave heart feeling the pain found deep within the girls heart. Lessa knew that this girl would be one that became dear to her heart. The girl was stretched out as Lessa slipped to her knees. She began to place cool wet cloth upon the red welts; she heard the girl softly groan as Lessa gently rubbed in the healing salve. She whispered to the young one, "girl, this can go one of two ways, you can be happy, or you can be miserable. If this girl were you she would choose happy. Master is a good, loving man, but he will ki tolerate any disrespect or disobedience. Now it is up to you."
The girl forced herself to her knees; she then began to crawl to the Master. Upon reaching him she slipped to her belly laying her cheek upon his left foot she offered complete obedience to him. She softly whispers, "Master, this girl is very sorry, she has been very foolish, all she can say is that it was because of her trauma this girl went through. Please Master for give this kajira. Please."
He felt the girl upon his foot, he saw her beauty, and he smiled softly. "It is ok soft one, I will help you to find your slave belly. Lessa will teach you all you need to know to become ahleen, and graceful and, to make any Master desire you. I will protect you till we can find you a good Master." Gently he stroked, her long red hair, then running his finger along her cheek. He felt her gasp as he ran his finger along her breast to lightly touch her soft nipple. "Young one you will not stand, you will always crawl, never will you place yourself above a man's shoulder. You also will remain nude, I choose to see your soft beauty, not have it hidden. You will not serve anyone sexually, till I deem you ready to become a woman. You will serve all with refreshments, and in any way that you are asked, except no one will have your flower. Understood? Though you don't wear them you are restricted white silk, no one may have you and you will serve in tower position"
Days past, months went by, she was finally given a name and allowed to stand and walk again. She was named saphirestar; she was named by sister lessa. She loved her sister very much, she had taught Ayoka to be ahleen, graceful, and Ayoka had become greatly sought after by many Masters. Ayoka was very happy, then one day she came home and her world was turned upside down. The hall was empty, torn apart as though a tornado had come through, Lessa and Vanier gone. Something had happened, it was a raid or something, she was sure it had been foul play. Ayoka had been sent to the neighbors to invite them to Masters ko`laring ceremony, he was going to give this girl a hall ko`lar, he said she was hot passionate, and ready to become a woman. Tonight was the night he would have taken her flower, and made her whole. She searched the Fijord, trying to see if there was any clue as to what happened to them, of where they went. She found none; she gathered some food then quietly left, tears falling down her face. The door to the Great Hall creaked as she closed it behind her walking out into the darkness.
Many months past, Ayoka found a quiet lake, and built a lean to for protection. She slowly developed friendships with the animals, but her heart yearned for a Master, her body needing to be fulfilled. One hot humid day she was lying upon the moss. Perspiration gently caressing her sweet flesh, she stood up watching as a herlit swooped down grabbing a fish out of the water. Slowly, seductively she made her way into its coolness. The mirror look of the lake rippling distorted, she gracefully sank to the bottom, feeling the cool water upon her heated face.
Her gentle fingers slid over her soft full ample breast to slip in between her sweet lips, dancing upon her tiny gem with bridled need. Her mind lost within the passions that were taught to her, many moons ago. "Oh please, this girl needs to be taken, she needs a Master, but where does one find one who is safe for her" she softly whispered to her dead father.