Just Kidding

    I spent a hand in the kennels of Ar. I was used pretty much as a fuck-doll for pit slaves who came out victorious at the Arena. That and I was used to dance at banquets and rented for parties. I suppose some women could of had a worse time under the collar of Ar. It was a hand, maybe a hand and a half but it was not long before Vincent was down in the bowels of Ar laying claim to my collar once more. Apparently I am not as vile and useless as my Mistress had thought. Back in that collar and the pretty silks of House Sin.. it would take no time to get reacquainted with my kennel and my duties.. I just wonder how long it will take for the Patron and  Daeva to return....Good Kings that was a strange adventure... maybe someday I will talk about it in more depth...

visions of sugared plums... smashed on your head....

I saw him. Vincent's brother and I went to walk off my restlessness from being on my back recovering for the last hand. I decided the cliffs would be a good place considering the last time I went to the waterfalls park I ended up captive. I walked up the path and when I reached the summit.. he was there. With some man I have not seen with him before. He was surprised to see me alive. Apparently he assumed his sister would have my death upon my return.. Seeing him has reminded me of the reasons why we parted.. We spoke of his children.. and I was informed of the addition of twin sons. I was in shock. I once wanted nothing more then to be in Sam's place. To be the mother of the children of Ar's future, to be free at his side to take my caste and to live and love freely. As a slave I would never be those things.. a realized after he sold me that I was too proud to be either his woman or his slave. I could not give up my love for him and step aside for this woman that had taken my place. A place that was never mine in the first place. I know this now by the way he looks at me when I kneel before him now... I.. well I am only a slave..

Good bye... Bluuuue Sky.. good bye blue sky.... goodbye..

Tarns.... nasty hungry vicious creatures.. I saw one.. in sepia dream scape.. chasing after Tor Tu Gor.. with me... tied to its saddle on the back... how was I supposed to know... it would come true? I had left the house after the pretense of chores were completed and Mouse had allowed for me to head to the falls clearing for a bit of Rest and Relaxation. Donning my little red cloak and sandals I headed free of the gates and with a tome in hand whistling a song from my lips. Finally amongst the throngs of Ar I felt safe and able to breathe without my chest hurting from fear or stress. Slinking into the tree line I nabbed my wagon and pulled it free of the trees to kneel by the smoldering fire pit and rake the coals and prepare the ring of rocks for the evenings flames. Glancing around the clearing I noted the woman Slaver Gina and some slave I had never met offering a smile and a quiet " Tal " to the two I went about my task in relative silence. Finishing I placed the wagon aside and scrambled up atop of the slave ring riddled rock and spread The little red riding cloak out atop of the surface before laying back to enjoy the vitamin D given by Lar Torvis. It wasn't long after this that the feel of a rush of wind was felt and too late the sound of a war cry was heard. I opened my eyes in time to see the capture net descend and trap me around the waist and pull tight effectively ensnaring me. I kicked and screamed and pleaded with the woman Gina to help me but all too soon as the tarn banked left, that was it, I was hoisted into the saddle, quickly bent over the birds back in a bow and tied tight and effectively with yellow binding fiber. The red riding hood cloak and the silks from Daeva were shredded from my flesh with a knife and left to float back to the sandy shores below. The man quickly went about teasing me, testing my meddle and responses as it were.. feeling me up grabbing at my tits and cunt like he owned it. The adrenaline and the fear did not stop the ingrained responses to his ministrations. He was excited about his catch, and with a laugh of victory and approval he disappeared into the great blue sky. At some point I passed out, the high altitude made it hard to breath with the constant state of arousal he kept me in. Sooner or later I found myself waking in a tent in what looked like an abandoned camp. Chained to the sleeping couch near me was a naked woman who looked a bit abused and confused. So the tarnsman was not attempting his first capture when he took me it seamed. When I was awake enough to remember what happened I pushed to my feet with a grunt from the stiffness and the pain and slipped from the flaps of the tent only to find the tarnsman sitting by a fire preparing himself something to eat. When he saw me he went about grilling me, question after question. Who owns me, who if anyone would be looking for me. Then the personal stuff, you know, " Where you born a slave " " How did you come to be owned by so and so " " What training do you have.. " And when the questions stopped, the whipping commenced. 10 lashes for my indifference. He should be glad I did not murder him in his sleep. The man could not fathom why I knelt before him and behaved so clinically when my very life was in his hands. The pain had been worse then the night Vincent had beaten me, and he was not gentle and kind to me like Vincent had been afterwards. There had been a few raised welts that blistered overly much but my skin was not broken. Then roughly over a rock so I could feel the pain of those welts he fucked me over and over again, On my back, my belly, my side, Every which way. I think at some point I screamed and cried and kicked at him and he had his way with me none the less. Then I, tiny the slave, even pleaded with him to release me.. upon hearing who owned me however he was dreaming of ransom. After he fucked me however, I do not know if it was pity or disgust but he dragged me to his tarn and off we went back into the direction of Ar. Coming upon the falls clearing he landed and unceremoniously deposited me back upon the rock he had taken me from. He was pleased enough but I " am just a woman's slave.." and apparently lacked the fire he wished in a wench such as me as it were. Cold and hurting from the flight and the time from sleeping on the ground and atop of rocks for punishments I was home, sliding from the rock I ran from the clearing and did not stop until I saw the house. The gates that turned the palatable mansion into a fortress. By then I was panting and clutching the bars to catch my breath. Vincent came from the doors and I shoved through the gates and scrambled up the hill towards him and collapsed at his feet. The man raised a brow and grumbled bending down to pick me up and carry me inside sobbing like a baby. I was grateful I did not have to drag myself back into the doors on my own. Soon he was carrying me up the steps, inside and to find my Mistress, depositing me on a setti in main room he went in search of her. After dragging Daeva all over Ar looking for the slave it was nice to bring her home.

Flash forward...

There has been alot of things happening lately. The day I went down in the kitchen I woke to find myself in my kennel and alone with a bandage on my temple and a pitcher of water and a cup at my side. I can not say how long I was down for.. my head hurts like a paga hangover though. One thing I can say about being knocked out is that I can hardly remember what happened before that.. because I was so bombarded with dreams in living color and sepia tones both that I feel like I was never down. Perhaps because it was all so clear to me.. these.. dreams. I do not know.. all I know is that there is going to be some hectic shit in the very near future if the premonition dreams come true at all.
Ar is going to burn. There will be looting and riots and mayhem all in the name of the five. I fear for my Mistress and her prideful brother.. their plans and their schemes.. it is all coming to a head.
A child born of necessity will grow to change the world.. strangely for the better of all.
There will be a great war and this child will be Ubar first and then rule with a just hand and a clever witt when the time is come, much to the chagrin of those who would have another in his seat.
This child will companion an unsavory woman not to the choice of his parents and this child's child will destroy all that the five have fought so hard for.. The plan should be to rid the world of this child's parents before this can cause another war and drive the five back below the dirt and rubble of Ar.
These are my dreams.. though we shall see if any of them are truly premonitions.. or if they are just dreams brought on my my head wound..

One drop. Two dro...

Mouse had come for me in my kennel. I had spent most of the day and part of the night before at the park with the waterfalls pool with the Mystery Man talking of past lives and places I have been as well as he. Just lies and smoke screens because no one needs know who I really am or where I come from.. outside of the here and now. Anyway.. I was resting.. considering getting out of my warm blankets when Mouse came and tugged my ankle to drag me out of bed. When I realized the plan I changed out of the pretty white silks I still wore into something drab and ugly so I wouldnt ruin the good silk and headed down with Mouse to tend the task. Dragging a bucket of soapy water and one of clean water behind me I followed her out the front door to the steps. Blinking I stared at the bloody pool for a moment and was assulted by a flash of strange images so fast that I could not make out the pattern. Swooning a bit I used the door frame to hold myself up before I finally cleared my head. The pool of blood on the steps came from the body still bleeding out laying near by. One thing that came to the forefront of my memory was the brand on the slaves inside bicept. I had seen it before.. if it was in reality or one of the dreams I could not decipher. Dropping to my knees I grabbed the brush and got to work along with Mouse scrubbing up the mess while they dragged the headless body away. There was a nagging in my head after I saw the brand. I kept getting flashes of The Patron's face and men in white robes and blood flowing from the stumps of what used to be necks. Its over whelming really.. I glanced at the bucket as I went to dip my brush and noticed too soon I was putting the bloody brush into the clean water.... A single drop of blood fell in and poluted the whole bucket.. and when a second drop was about to hit the surface I heard it.. faint and more like a rustling then words... " Prepare and beware " Just a whisper on the wind. I shivered and when the brush hit the water I hit the marble.

sweet dreams are made of this

Snakes... and poison.... and potions that make you look and feel dead but in truth you are not. These are the things I have been dreaming of.. My Lady, dreadfully emancipated, her companion alive.. but... different... and me.. in the center with a steel skewer in my neck instead of my arm.. not dead but struggling to rise.. I can not decipher what is real and what is fear because the colors are all washed away and usually my dreams that matter.. are sepia toned.. but this one danced between full vibrant technicolor and sepia.. how can I tell what is real and what is fear? I suppose we shall see in the end.... He has to be alive.. that I can feel in the depth of my being and because of this I am scared.. to death.. for my lady and for myself.. and half the city of Ar as well....

dreams..

I had a dream last night.. in the dream my Lady cries over the death of Xzavier... but in my dream he is not dead. It was an imposter.. and Xzavier is alive, and hiding in a stone manse in the middle of Thassa in an opulent tower. The dream was tinted in sepia tones.. that means it carries the weight of premonition.. perhaps I should seek my Lady and inform her of the dreams before something terrible happens..

Step by little step... It's all in the details....

I was faithful to the requests of my Mistress in the fact that I made sure to have three meals a day laid out for her companion. I wore the most pristine of white silks and made myself available for him every ahn of the day. He never appeared from his rooms or his labs the whole time of my Lady's absence. I did my best to follow her orders.. to speak to him of the punishment she would of had me serve, to try my hand at seducing the unseducable... but alas I spent alot of time attempting to even spot the man with no success. In the times when all the work I could do was done, and Mouse had no need of me.. I was allowed to go into the city, to the clearing and indulge in my pyro side at the fire ring. At one point I ran across someone I never expected to see again.. I saw Siro. He is back in chains it would seem but that has not curbed his personality. When we both wore the collar of the physician back in the day, The Lady Lyra often sent me to Siro's feet as his prize for winning bouts in the sands. Siro being raised how he was.. and being basically wild and feral had it in his head that I was his. He would often horde me off to the side of the room along a pile of furs and guard me like a prized gem. Any move I made to the contrary.. well he would tuck me into a ball beneath him and keep me where he wanted me. At the clearing it was much the same. He was as surprised to see me as I him and it was not long before he noticed me and was on his way to snatch me up into that ball he would have me in at his feet. I was as always drawn to him but I was called to service and him being a slave anew.. I had to go to the man's feet and serve. His handlers had to tarsk-tie him and drag him off so violent he became to be denied " his slave " by the Master whom I served. I have not seen him since.. except in dreams that speak of the past and a dim vision of the future. Sometimes I have those dreams.. I should of listened to them before.. with Hestius.. I would of known the present before it came.. I may of spared myself the stainless steel room.. and being staked upon the lawn of the merchant..Samantha Freely.. So much more.. but I digress...
Details.. you wish details.. There was not alot to describe.. well there is one incident that I am sure you do not wish too much in the details. I was in the falls clearing taking in a bit of Lar Torvis when a man came through the gates and leaned aside the rock I was perched on. I noticed him after a time and offered him a smile and his response was something along the lines of " That must be painful. " He was speaking of the way in which I lounged but I of course took it in a different light. I may be small.. and I might of been dressed in white so pristine an honest initiate could not of looked so pure but you know me better then that Mistress.. my mind is never far from perverted. Regardless he was looking for a place to lay his head while in Ar so I took him to a place I knew of in the Anbar. Once he was given a place to lay his head and some food he was pleased to have a little of me. He was currious of me of course... asked many questions and inquired of my scars and my life.. but in the end all he wanted was to fuck.. and fuck we did. I think for him it was just a matter of releasing tensions.. and contenting himself with a woman after not having had one in a long while with his travels.. for me.. if was a confirmation of sorts.. that I still was desired by men, having fallen into the collar of a woman once more.. the mind set is different for a slave that is held as such. When I woke the morning after he sent me home with a few silvers that I left on the desk of the Patron and the request that while he remains in Ar.. if it pleases those who own me.. perhaps if we cross paths again he might dabble in some conversation and such with your slave. I have not been out except to the market since.. so I do not know if this man is even still in Ar. Anyway.. besides alot of scrubbing and helping in the kitchens, clipping shrubs outside, feeding invisible men, and seducing ghosts.. that is about it... in a nutshell.. if you require more answers you know where to find me my Mistress..

By the pricking of my thumbs.... something wicked this way comes...

If that bitch says anything at all.. I will carve out her tounge with a wooden spoon and feed it to The Patrons snakes so help me...
But I wont get into that here... the meaning of this post is not to speak of that big mouth wench and her lies. Im worried about my Mistress... and well I am even growing a bit of consern for The Patron. I have not seen him... and I have yet to see my Mistress even though Mouse has told me she has returned to Ar... and has asked not to be disturbed in her suites. She has taken her son and barred the door to me so I can not speak to her and find out what happened.. if she is ok.. if Hestius is well.. if Samantha died while they were away... the usual questions. She is known to be secretive and elusive.. but this is beyond her normal routine. I only hope she is not hiding something from me that would be better off in my knowledge so I could help her... I wonder if she still suffers from her.. affliction that had been wearing on her before she left... that is what worries me the most. The Patron... well I never saw his face once while she was away... I have a feeling he is up to something horrible as well.. There is a shadow over the Manse.. and well... you can feel it in the air.... something big is about to rear it's ugly head. I only hope we are all ready when the shit hits the fan....

Welcome to Hell.. where the whippings come free and fear is just an aphrodisiac..

That would be sarcasm Ladies and gentlemen... but tonight Vincent became my hero... too bad he is leaving Ar with my Mistress to globe trot with my former Master.. leaving me at home with... Him. But I digress... come sit awhile.. its a good read..

My Mistress is leaving Ar.. with Hestius to take on some mission I am not privy to the details of. she only said she and he were going at it alone and the buisness was personal. You know the old addage..." Curriosity is unbecomming in a kajira." So... I struggled not to ask questions.. not to ask how things were with him... if the cunt had finally died and left him free again.. I only followed her through the market, and carried her packages even though she had the palanquinn that was more then capable of holding everything she needed. While we were in the square we went into a shop that carried men's clothing, things for a warrior.. knives, armor, boots, things of that nature. While the merchant searched for a package that my Mistress had ordered we spoke. She is a wicked woman. She must know my fear and aversion of her companion since I have come here. I will admit after seeing the way he looks at his son there is a note of some kind of humanity within him, and after he handed over the cream to sooth my hives when I drank the tea for my Mistress.. and sent me back to my kennel I know he is not only evil and cruel.. but I have been given the task of personally attending him while she is away. She has ordained that I will bathe and wear while silks daily.. that I will bring three meals a day to her companion..Regaurdless if he asks for them or if he eats them.. they will be prepared and brought to him. Apparently... sometimes he gets so caught up in his work he forgets to eat.. Anyway.. I am to be spotlessly clean always.. and in my white silks.. I am to attempt to seduce her companion.. and pleasure him inorder to help sooth some bitter anger the two of them seem to have towards one another. With them not talking, and him not even deeming to look at her most days its caused alot of tention in the household. She seems to think if I bed him.. and sooth some beast locked within him.. when she comes home.. all will be rainbows and flowers in the house once again.
While we were out she asked me if I had ever been whipped since coming into the house collar. I pretended not to hear her until we came to the house, and after depositing her packages into her room I came to the den and fed logs to the fire in order to get the room that seemed very cold warmed and quickly. In my head I figured if I waited to see if she was comfortable the answer would be less harmful to me in the end. I was wrong. I turned and whispered to her and told her I had not been beaten yet.. she called over Vincent and told him to hop to it. I was also told I would be locked in a crate for taking it upon myself to wait to answer a direct question in the square. I would be whipped and the next day I would start a punishment of three days in a box with holes for breathing and thats it. I am clausterphobic in a really bad way so you can bet your ass I was on my knees begging anything other then the box for my punishment. That was when Vincent took the whip to my flesh. This was only the third time in my existance as a slave I have felt the blades of a whip on my flesh. Just like the others before I was not spared the full strength of a man's arms as I was striped down my back and reminded of just who and what I am. I tried not to cry out.. to not cry in general.. but Vincent.. was kind to me afterwards.. and seemed pleased with my response to his discipline. I will make it a point to continue to please him so I will have at least one ally in the house when all is said and done. He took his leave... and I was sent to my kennel.. the Mistress must of not wanted to hear my screams on her last night before her trip. I suppose I will have to talk to The Patron about the box.. when I see him.

Under my skin like needles and pins.

It was unexpected to be sure. I should of held merit to the belief that Daeva would use her companion and his exceptional skill to pluck answers from my head with such means. It was a day that started out like many others that I have had since arriving under the roof of my Mistresses companions house. Wake up and seek out Mouse for the days intruction and go about my buisness. I had come back from the market and happened to come upon my Mistress when she told me to join her. I followed her down a hallway I had not yet wandered, and into a room covered from floor to ceiling in stainless steel. I dont have to tell you how my heart began to hammer in my chest when X came into the room with a black satchel in hand and closed the door. So what I thought would of turned out to be a routine medical examination was far from it...
I should of never followed her.. I should of ran the opposit direction.. ran for the hills.. something or anything but followed her down that hall. The smell alone when the door was opened.. the acrid smell of astringent.. and bleach assulted my sinuses so badly I gagged. There was hesitation from my Mistress there at the door but I didnt look back at her seeing the room before me. It was stainless steel.. all the walls reflecting off of eachother and the effect kind of made the walls disapear. Where did one end and the other begin? With the nudge from my Mistress I entered to see X there with a little black satchel on one of those rolling stainless steel tables you see in most clinics and I was currious at first until he told me to strip and lay down on the table. Should of run... away.. and fast.
I could feel the tension from my Mistress as she lingered near the door and soon told me what I would be doing... should of run... In the black bag were Skewers. Metal and long and sharp and evil.. and as my Mistress started to question me.. about my Master.. and the trip we had made to the Tahari.. I knew I was in for a huge pile of shit. It had been so long ago.. and so much had happened between then and now...My arm was taken by The Patron and he held my wrist... one of those skewers placed on the bicept and as my Mistress asked questions.. the point sank in soo slowly at first.. just a little at a time with each question. My Master had done well to keep me out of the loop on what the relic was that we sought so I was safe in that repect but not having answers didnt stop the skewer..
At some point I was holding back bile in my throat.. mumbling out the answers as I fought to loose the pain.. and it didnt go away.. and when I suddenly heard the faint.. ' tink ' of metal hitting metal.. I was done for. I passed out and when I awoke I was in my kennel with a bandage over the wound and a sharp pain in my arm when I moved the muscle. Todays lesson boys and girls..? Never trust a woman... I am one.. and I dont even trust myself anymore. Anyone that wears a mask..never taking it off... is an evil fuck, and stainless steel... is the metal of devils.