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* S̱ƙɑɍ Torches had been lit, a cooking fire burned; a meal had been prepared. animals had been tended. Bathing and eating had been shared; and sleep had been taken gratefully beneath the cautious eyes of Nuqi, and Ember. We had slept until our bodies had awakened us; how long we slept I cannot say, but we awoke refreshed; fit, and strong. We shared a hot bowl of thick porridge while huddled deep within the soft and cozy darkness of plush furs.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 settled comfortably against my Master beneath the warm furs, enjoying both the simple meal and the closeness of his presence. The warmth of the thick porridge was welcome, but there was something especially satisfying about sharing these quiet moments with him.
* S̱ƙɑɍ We would later dress and equip ourselves for further exploration of the Cache of Bok'mal. I had readied myself with my canphii and knife first, then took up my spear and a torch. I looked for my muse and called her to my side. "Come girl, to the stables."
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 followed close beside my Master, my eyes taking in the slave pens and the training area with the same careful attention I would give any unfamiliar territory. The post bearing its assortment of colored ribbons caught my attention almost immediately, and I found myself studying them curiously, wondering what purpose they served. I glanced toward my Master, then moved closer to better look at them.
S̱ƙɑɍ: I want to know the Verr are secure while we look around, I want to know where the smoke of these many torches goes.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 turns hearing him, the ribbons forgotten for a moment I had never thought about where the smoke would go anywhere before
* S̱ƙɑɍ I sent her off to scout as she would within the area I chose to take us. I continued my own careful examination of several intriguing characters of communication which I did not understand.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 walks around the slave kennels, I kept glancing back to the ribbons but the various equipment had caught my attention as well, but then I also had to look in the sleeping areas, I think they were called kennels if I had remembered correctly, but I really wanted to know what those ribbons were for, I needed one for my hair I could trade for
* S̱ƙɑɍ I studied the figures deeply carven into the wooden timbers of the stables area as I passed them. They danced and swayed joyously with the light and shadows cast by the blazing torch held aloft in my left hand.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 wanders back to look at the ribbons, I did not touch any, but I did lean in to better examine a green ribbon that had caught my eye, then I caught sight of the firepit with all the branding irons and I let slip a small gasp and unable to help myself, I went to look at the various irons that would brand various different slave brands on flesh, again I shuddered.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I noticed the repetition of many of the same characters marked again in different places here and there upon the walls, and the gates. I was very curious with them and the idea sat itself upon my mind to make a more detailed study of them before leaving Bok'mahl.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 looks at all the beams, and I had to wonder how they got them under the mountain and into these cavern rooms, and what were all the carvings? Did they have meanings and why was this room obvious for slaves even here, I had so many questions but I was not sure I was ready for the answers if I asked them.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I heard a soft gasp escape the lips of my woman, and with my mind distracted by the figures in the wood, I turned curious and cold blue green eyes in her direction. "Muse, leave that stuff alone, it is a slave training pen." I disregarded her again and returned my mind to the language which I could not read written upon the walls around us. This area told many stories if one could understand them.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 frowns and withdrew my hand and stepped away, turning instead toward the kennels. I wandered back along the row, peering into each one with open curiosity before my attention inevitably returned to the post bearing the colorful ribbons. I approached it again, studying the assortment with a curious tilt of my head. What would they use ribbons for to train slaves...
* S̱ƙɑɍ I began to think of things which the many different yet repetitive symbols could represent. I pondered what the figures before me could represent; and what tales they told. I began to focus my mind upon the characters size and placement in relation to those around it. A chilling flicker of something in my mind made me direct my eyes toward the woman; where, exactly was she?
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 wanting to see things more clearly I grabbed the unlit torch off the wall and went and lit it from the torch in the hall to then use it to light the remaining torches and as the room fully lit up, I again gasped at how many devices there were that left no guess what they were for while others had me baffled, finally I put the torch back and once more I was near to the ribbons
* S̱ƙɑɍ The light around me was changing; my surroundings grew lighter and more clearly visible. My eyes found my woman, my mind noted where she was, then drifted away from her toward the mystery of the language which filled the walls and framing.
S̱ƙɑɍ: muse what are you into now? I told you to leave that stuff alone, it's for training slaves.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched my Master for a moment, noticing his attention was still captured by the strange markings upon the walls. Turning back to the ribbons, my gaze settled once more upon the green one. Of all the colors, it was the one that held my attention most, and I found myself reaching toward it curiously. 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: It's a ribbon Master, it is so pretty
* S̱ƙɑɍ I noted that I had indeed previously told her to leave the training pen alone.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 hand hovers over the ribbon but I had not touched it yet.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I paid her no real attention as I replied in my distraction "it's ribbon for slaves, you don't need that."
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 frowns
𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: But I am a slave my Master
* S̱ƙɑɍ I heard her soft voice, and blinked; my focus was broken, and my thought drifted away like smoke in the wind. What had she said? I turned blue green eyes which glittered with the sparkle and warmth of ice toward her; as my head began to cant inquisitively to the side, a dark eyebrow began to raise itself into an arch above my right eye.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I could not speak; I lowered the torch I held and turned fully toward her to face her and give her my full and undivided attention now.
S̱ƙɑɍ: you were saying something muse?
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 turned toward my Master and pointed out the green ribbon that had caught my attention. I studied his expression, noticing the peculiar way he looked at me, and tilted my head slightly, curious as to what he found so interesting while replying, "I said that I was a slave my Master."
S̱ƙɑɍ: yes, you are; are you suggesting you would like to have this ribbon you admire?"
* S̱ƙɑɍ I watched and listened carefully to my woman.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 My gaze settled once more upon the green ribbon, a small smile touching my lips as I nodded. Looking back to my Master, I answered softly, "Yes, my Master, I am.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I spoke plainly and gently with her "muse, those are slave ribbons, they must be begged for; and earned."
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 frowns thinking about what he said, then in a matter of fact voice I ask, "How do I earn one my Master?" turning fully to him I tilt my head curiously
* S̱ƙɑɍ I stepped to the iron gate, taking one thick bar in my left hand, I withdrew its key from the lock with my right as I swung the heavy iron gate inward upon smooth and age old hinges of hammered iron.
𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: Why are you locking that my Master?
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes him warily now, unsure if I really wanted this ribbon or not but finding it may be a little to late to change my mind
* S̱ƙɑɍ I hung the key upon a short hook set high upon the gates arch before turning slowly toward her and spoke. "You are correct, indeed you are a slave. A slave who has just begged for a pretty ribbon and entered a training pen with a Free man.' I looked to the ribbon she desired, then shifted my gaze throughout the locked enclosure for the piece of training equipment indicated by the color of the ribbon. Locating it, I laid my hands upon her shoulders and gently turned her around to face the pleasure rack to her left. I pushed her toward with a firm hand placed between her shoulder blades.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 took a hesitant step forward, my eyes settling on the pleasure rack. I studied it for a moment, uncertainty creeping into my expression before I glanced back at my Master, then turned my gaze to the rack once more, wondering what he had planned for me. Slowly I made my way to the rack her faced me towards until I was just before it and again I looked to him.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I turned and walked away from to disarm and then undress myself, placing my weapons aside then neatly folded and rolled my clothing into neat bundles which I gathered and stored within the Trainers quarters.
S̱ƙɑɍ: Muse, strip yourself bare.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched him move about the enclosure, my curiosity mingling with a growing nervousness. A little shiver ran through me as his instruction reached my ears. "Yes, my Master," I answered softly, setting my knife aside before beginning to undress. I carefully placed my clothing on the bench beside me, leaving my boots neatly together on the floor. I turned and looked at the rack He sent me too and again a shiver raced my length.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I paid her no more mind as I turned my attention to the wall from which hung a variety of styles, weights and lengths of stout dark leather. I studied them carefully before choosing a short and supple whip with an intricately braided and well oiled grip which powered nine blistering tails of leather.
* S̱ƙɑɍ With a sudden forward sweep of my arm and flick of my wrist I sent the whip of many tails to curl itself as it would upon the fine smooth mounds of her pretty little ass.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes followed him as he selected the leather implement from the wall, and I swallowed nervously, suddenly very aware of what awaited me. I shifted my weight slightly, my fingers fidgeting at my sides as I watched him, gasping as the whip of many tails snapped in the air.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I stepped toward her and gave to whip a nearly playful flicker toward the calves of her legs, then again along the back of her smooth bronze thighs as I watched her face and movements, I paid attention to her eyes and the sounds of her gasping.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 jumped slightly at the unexpected flick of the whip, a fresh blush spreading across my cheeks as another gasp escaped my lips. My eyes lifted to meet his, a mixture of surprise and nervous anticipation showing in my breathless expression.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I fixed cold blue green eyes sternly upon her and spoke softly "love changes nothing between us kajira." With a quick forward sweep of my hand the many tails of leather caressed her soft skin along the curvature of her right hip, wrapping itself quickly around her ass and biting it sharply.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 A sharp gasp escaped me as the leather caught my skin, and my fingers curled instinctively at my sides. I met his stern gaze, swallowing softly before answering, "I understand, my Master." fights the urge to rub where the leather licked and kissed her flesh.
* S̱ƙɑɍ using the whip I drove her back toward the pleasure rack whereupon she must learn to beg for her coveted ribbon properly.
I studied the beautifully rendered and intricately designed pleasure rack carefully; it was truly a thing to be inspired by. The quadruple limbs of the device were of a thick dark timber which had been mechanically jointed with smooth precise ball and socket hinges which were neatly concealed beneath smooth black leather trimmed with brass nails.
Each of the jointed segments were independently positional and fitted with simple pin in socket adjustments. Great care and detail had gone into the creation of this functional art piece, including with its fittings and hardware; the positioning pins were the exquisitely fitted fangs of large sleen.
To adjust the position of any segment one simply lifted it slightly and pulled out the tooth, repositioned the limb and reinserted the long, smooth tooth into the socket.
Along the limbs of the pleasure rack were many thick and wide straps of the same smooth black leather which concealed its joints. These were fitted with strong and ingenious brass locks of loop and pin whereby an ankle or wrist, elbow or knee, could be captured and immobilized.
On either edge of each limb neatly spaced holes had been drilled through the timbers and fitted with smooth ferrules of polished bone; through which additional bindings could be passed or anchored.
The wood was dark, solid, and heavy. It was well made and had been intended to be study, solemn, and simple; and to be well used, for many years. It was well oiled, and carried both the patina of age along with the sheen of patient and consistent care.
Once a slave had been placed upon the rack and secured as desired, the rack could then be lifted slightly by means of a long arm along its support post, and once lifted the rotational and inclination locks could be released. A slave upon this rack could then be turned freely and repositioned in many angles simultaneously while being securely and helplessly restrained, utterly and completely. It was a device of magnificent engineering and impressive finishing.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 stumbled a little as I was driven backward toward the rack, my eyes darting from the equipment to my Master. My brow furrowed with uncertainty, clearly unsure of what he wanted from me or what I was supposed to do next.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I used the pleasure rack to my benefit as I positioned her for my enjoyment. I pushed her back against the large wooden frame, then stepping into her to take her lips with my own, my hands sought out the strong wide leather bands which I closed securely about the sweep of her waist and fastened. My large rough hands slid along the slender length of her arms as I gathered her wrists and secured them similarly within strong black leather bands. Next I would secure her elbows and knees and finally her ankles. I stood back for a moment to admire the shape of her so displayed upon the rack.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 returned his kiss, my cheeks still warm as he positioned me against the wooden frame. The broad leather bands held my waist firmly against the rack, while my wrists were secured above and away from my body, leaving me stretched against the dark timber. I shifted slightly, testing the unfamiliar restraints as he continued securing the remaining straps, my long dark hair falling over my shoulders and down my back. I glanced toward him, my dark eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of nervous apprehension.
* S̱ƙɑɍ Hanging the whip of many tails upon a convenient peg set within easy reach upon it main support, I grasped and pulled the long lever concealed within the back of it frame; lifting the pleasure rack from the stone floor and releasing the directional rotation lock. I said nothing while watching her eyes as I slowly began to rotate the well made rack smoothly upon its main spindle. I turned her back and to the left upon the wooden cross, then turned her quickly to the right and forward, before bringing her fully upright again and nose to nose with myself. I spoke slowly, and clearly as I exhaled warmly upon her quivering lips. "I do love you woman; but I do not pity you. You will learn what it is to beg bitch."
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* S̱ƙɑɍ I had enjoyed her thoroughly, I had positioned her various and used her savagely. Her screams brought great pleasure to my ears as I assaulted her helplessly restrained form; I smiled wickedly when I heard them and drove myself more furiously upon her laughing softly in slow deeply drumming tones which heralded the intensity of my wicked satisfactions with her.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 My cries had echoed through the enclosure as I had writhed against the leather restraints, my fingers curling tightly within their bindings. My long hair had clung to my flushed cheeks and shoulders, and my breathing had come in uneven gasps as I endured his relentless attention. Even through the intensity of the moment, my eyes had continually sought out my Master, my body trembling beneath his hands. He gave me no mercy.
* S̱ƙɑɍ When at last I relieved myself of her for the final time, I pushed the rack away and reclined myself upon a fur to watch as my satisfaction dripped from her and to listen with a sense of pride as she coughed and wept. She was a deliciously musical creature at times. I sprawled upon the fur and stretched. In due time, I rose again and loosening her restraints I gathered her gently in my arms and lifted her carefully from the pleasure rack. Passing by the display of ribbons with her in my arms, I paused to take the color she had desired from the many displayed. Pushing open the small gate of the slave pen with the toes of my left foot, I stepped to the opening and tossed her from the soft warmth of my arms onto the cold hardness of the bare stone floor. I tossed the colored ribbon across her huddled form before closing the cell and locking it.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 crumpled onto the cold stone floor, my body aching and trembling from the ordeal. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I curled onto my side, drawing my knees toward me, utterly spent. My long hair lay tangled about my face and shoulders, and my breathing came in ragged little gasps as I lay there, too exhausted even to reach for the green ribbon that had fallen across me.
* S̱ƙɑɍ I yawned and stretched, I turned stiff legged upon my feet and staggered forward a pace or two as I tried to stretch the yawn away. I was exhausted, I needed sleep; I shuffled into the Trainer's Quarters and tossed myself into a heap upon the furs. Here, I slept soundly and peacefully until my mind again awoke refreshed and at ease.
* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 Trembling, I managed to crawl to the sparse furs at the back of the slave pen, still weeping, clutching the green ribbon tightly in my hand. My thoughts were every bit as jumbled as my body was after being upon that device, and I was devastated to find myself left to sleep alone after everything my Master had put me through.
I could not make sense of my own appetite for my Master or understand how I could have found pleasure in the very things that had left me trembling and in tears. How was it possible that I could already crave every bit of it again? That even now, my thoughts wandered to what other deliciously wicked things he might do to me and my body?
I curled upon the furs, feeling the emptiness of the little enclosure around me. I longed for the warmth of my Master beside me, for his arms around me and the comfort of not having to face the darkness alone. Instead, I had only the cold stone, the sparse furs and the green ribbon clutched against my chest. Tears continued to fall as I wondered what my Master had awakened in me. Eventually, still crying and feeling terribly alone, I drifted off to sleep.
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