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actaeon's toils at Corcyrus
By: slave_ranen Date: February 6, 2017, 11:39 am
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In or near the Stadium of Legends known for it's many games of
sport and legendary fights:
says to ALL: yesterday, as he was brought here, he heard
applause and cheers from the stadium and had idly wondered what
was going on, but of course as he was not attending a Free, the
events were not his concern. today...he enters the stadium but
not as a spectator, only as a member of a gang of slaves who are
cleaning it and preparing it for the next events. half a dozen
slaves are raking the field, the grassy area to the right as one
enters, where field events of very kinds take place. a few
others are working on the sand to the left...a glance down
indicates that not much blood was spilled yesterday, for the
slave crew is not hauling away tainted sand, merely raking and
shoveling it, smoothing it...to one side a set of canvases are
rolled up; when the field is prepared fully the canvases will
cover it to protect it from the elements.
In or near the Stadium of Legends known for it's many games of
sport and legendary fights:
says to ALL: as he entered...even with no Free present, the
supervisor has the slaves enter through the slaves' entrance, a
small gate to one side. a number of slaves, male and female, are
assembled. the supervisor nods and gestures to a tall, blonde
slave, probably a northerner. "i am helga," she barks as herr
switch snaps the air. "i am first girl of the stadium slaves.
you will address me as "mistress" and if you do not work hard i
will switch you and report to the supervisor that you are lazy
slaves and need to be punished. here are your commands; i will
form you into groups of two and assign each to a section. you
will each take one of those sacks over there and work your way
down the assigned section, picking up everything. there is
another, smaller sack on that pile. anything that might be of
value you will put in that and give it to me when you are
finished, and mind that you put everything in that sack...even a
tarsk bit kept and i will see you are well and thoroughly
whipped. until Free return you are my slaves; act like it. helga
steps into the group of slaves, touching two on the shoulder,
giving out a number..."you two, section one...you and you,
section two..." and so on. as slaves are designated each bows
slightly to her and acknowledges her command with, "yes,
mistress." one or two are slow to do so and he can hear the all
too familiar sound of a switch against slave flesh and a yelp of
pain. she comes to the slave and with the butt of her switch
taps him and dark-skinned girl, a Schendian, middle height but
solidly built. "you two, section seven." each bows to her and
says, "yes, mistress," and as he turns he feels the switch
against his ass. "be quick about it," helga says sharply and he
and the girl hurry along and climb the stairs to the top of
section seven.
In or near the Stadium of Legends known for it's many games of
sport and legendary fights:
says to ALL: the two slaves scurry to the top of the section;
each places a sack over a shoulder and he slings over that the
smaller sack, and the two slaves begin their task...much in the
way of paper, leftover betting slips, half-eaten food, and the
like is scattered around. neither slave feels resentment;
picking up after Free is one of the reason Free keep slaves to
begin with. "i am m'ola," the girl says. "i am a city slave."
"greetings," he replies. "this one is the slave of Lady Ixchel
of Hulneth Isle. it is Her will to call him actaeon." the girl
smiles but...mindful of the watching eye of helga as she patrols
the stands, they do not slacken their work. several rows down he
hears a squel from the girl. "look," she says, and she holds out
a plump sausage, only a bite or two taken from it. he licks his
lips...garbage to Free, a treat for slaves, and shakes his head.
"better not," he tells her. "we have not been given permission
for that sort of thing." the girl sighs and tosses it in her
sack.
In or near the Stadium of Legends known for it's many games of
sport and legendary fights:
says to ALL: the slaves continue to work there way down the
section, m'ola pausing every few ros to wipe down the benches.
the girl is dressed in a brief work cloth and under the warm sun
he enjoys a quick glance at her body, beginning to gleam with
sweat...and from a look or two perhaps she, too, enjoys the
sight of sweat on the slave's body, covered only in a loincloth
with "I" stenciled on each panel. but the two have no time for
anything but their work. helga makes her way to them and watches
for a few moments. "work faster, lazy slaves," she urges, her
switch flicking across their bodies as an encouragement. here,
something shiny...a copper tarsk. that quickly goes into the
smaller sack; it would be very painful if he were seen to be
taking any such objects, and the two slaves have also picked up
a comb, a necklace of slave beads, and for some reason one FW
slipper...not a pair, just one. the slaves continue working
their way down and as they reach the lower rows they exchange a
few words and m'ola hurries back to the top with her sack, just
to make sure they haven't missed anything.
In or near the Stadium of Legends known for it's many games of
sport and legendary fights:
says to ALL: m'ola comes back down the steps, gesturing. "i
can't see anything we missed, brother, but..." she need not say
more. the section culd be absolutely clean and if helga decided
that they did not do the job properly or did not work hard and
fast, they will be switched and later put to the whip. this is
how it is for slaves. he finishes the two front rows; by now
their garbage sacks are nearly filled and he gestures to helga
that they are ready to be inspected. helga. helga strides over,
briskly moves to the top of the section, and examines each row
as the slaves wait below. "not too bad," she says grudgingly.
"but you did not work fast enough. other slaves finished before
you. you may empty the sacks and go about your business." the
two bow to her and step back, receiving just a few flicks of her
switch as they step to the bin, helga having taken the smaller
sack of valuables. "good to meet you, brother," the Schendian
slave says and he smiles. then they go their separate ways, but
each slave's path leads to toil and submission.
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