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#Post#: 201--------------------------------------------------
acteaon prepares the Mistress's shipment
DIR By: Malorasslave1
Date: August 24, 2023, 11:47 am
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Acteaon
|Property of High Captain Malora|
-=Roaming along the very tiny but surprisingly well-stocked
collection of stalls with various wares, trading, buying or
selling=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::he hurries down the market
street, long since ceasing to note that he runs with the short
and mincing steps of the slave that he is. he slows down as he
encounters Free to step aside and bow in respect. most Free just
ignore him; he is a slave and of no interest at the moment. a
few Free wave him on, seeing that he is serving. the Market
Street leads downhill at the end to the port area and the slave
steps to the gate where the docks' first girl sits with a small
desk in front of her.::
-=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::Off to one side the dock
mistress...Skull Island is very progressive in that
way...watches the two slaves. he explains his owner's command
and the girl checks the books.:: youur Mistress's belongings are
in stalls 20 and 20A boy."" thank you girl, ::and then he hears
a grunt and sees a scowl on her face...a slave girl very
sensitive about being made a high girl by the Free; he knows the
expression.:: one apologizes thank you, Mistress. ::the girl
waves him in.::
=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::he takes the stall keyfro
around his neck...just need one as there is an internal door
between the two stalls. each stall has a small window near the
ceiling but even in daytime there is not enough light for the
work he is comanded to do and he lights a lamp in the
corner...then he looks at the notebook...enough light to read it
so enough to work. to one side in 20A is a heavy metal framework
with two boxes, one on top of the other secured against theft.
again the slave is proud that he has been entrusted with the
combination and he first locks the stall door. someone who
entered to steal the safe contents would not get in easily. and
although the Island is fairly safe, if it were a FM who tried to
rob the safes the slave would resist. he would, of course then
be slain or sold to the mines for the impudence of resisting a
Free but such is slavery, it would be his duty to the Mistress.
he doesn't worry much about this, though...not too much. he
takes the notebook and a graphite stick and empties the small
boxes' contents, taking care to list each item...three pairs
jade earring, six rings three with diamonds three with rubies,
two emerald necklaces and so forth. for a moment he contemplates
that for the cost of any of these items one could buy half a
dozen slaves like himself but he keeps counting. his Mistress
has trusted him and as his tag line says, his slavery to Her,
his submission to Her, is the reward he wishes. there is another
box of jewelry and after carefully replacing the contents of the
first box he spills out these jewels as well, describing each
item with sufficient particularity that if someone told hi or
another, "Fetch me the gold necklace with the opals," he could
do so."::
-=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::now to the next box and he
opens it with some trepidation...it is the gold and if any is
missing, well, it is easy to accuse a slave and a slave
literally has no defense against such a accusation when made by
a Free. he has seen slaes punished and even slain on the say-so
of Free. he opens the box slowly...large box, slowly...large
box, very heavy, and he needs to slide it out rather than pick
it up. the lid reaks just a bit as he raises it...and he
breathes a sigh of relief as it seems to have the contents it
should. nevertheless, the bars are of arious weights and sizes.
some of the gold bars have the weight stamped on it but he takes
down a scale on top of the iron framework...he must check
carefully. the slightest mistake and....well, he noted the slave
whip coiled on Her personal compartment wall and it looked
well-used. so far She has not put him to Her whip but there is a
Gorean saying, "Spare the whip and spoil the slave, " and he is
not eager to see if She follows this advice. each gold block is
measured carefully and its weight calculated according to the
fine gradations of the scale...severalsmaller bars, .6 minna
each...four slightly larger .8 minna. then he takes the larger
blocks, some weighing as much as three minnas. none is larger,
perhaps because they would be heavy and hard to transport.
whether She has such elsewhere he cannot say. again, as the day
wears on, he completes the inventory...and then recounts and
reweighs, relieved to get the same results. he has done as his
Owner commanded. once more he replaces the boxes, carefully
closes the outer doors and spins the lock dials and then tests
the doors to the box storage, pulling hard, satisfied that they
are secure.::
#Post#: 202--------------------------------------------------
Re: acteaon prepares the Mistress's shipment
DIR By: Malorasslave1
Date: August 25, 2023, 10:08 am
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-=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::the papers, writing board,
and graphite sticks are where he left them the day before and
again, as he unlocks the stalls, he lights the small lamps.
between the windows and the lamps he has enough to see by.
oncelong ago, a former scribe, he would have been humiliated at
being reduced to slavery. now...now he is proud that his scribal
skills can be put to the service of the woman who owns him. he
first takes inventory of the blackwine bags. several smaller
ones are for some reason unmarked but he can tell by a sniff or
two that they are of the more expensive and exclusive Thentis
variety and with a marking stick he writes "T" in large letters
on them. the other four bags, heavier, are of the less expensie
but still desirable Bazi variety and these he marks with a "B."
he sighs. as a Free he enjoyed a mug of blackwine in the morning
but now, a quick and surreptitious sip from an unfinished Free's
mug, cold is all he can hope for. there are a dozen other bags
and these he needs to open to ascertain the contents....three
contain dried ramberries...another favorite but no longer
suitable for slaves like himself. then he realizes he forgot
something and returns to the storehouse entry. a quick word with
the first girl and she gestures...he wheels a larger scale down
the hall to the stall. the one he used for the gold and jewels
is not heavy enough. he weighs the bags and jots down their
weight, so by the time he has finished with this section of the
stall the blackwine beans and various dried foods have been
marked and weighed, ready to be taken to the ship and sent to
the Market.::
-=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::next he turns to the dry
goods and here they are stacked up, with bags to one side. he
works methodically, unconsciously loving the feeling that he is
serving his Mistress, that She will, he hopes, find him a
pleasing slave, worthy of Her collar.several silk bolts are red
and white, no doubt intended for the garments of slave girls to
indicate their status.. he is no expert but the quality of this
silk seems not as high as that of the other items...no doubt
slave silks need not be of the highest quality generally,
although some Free do display their wealth by dressing their
slaves...when they dress them at all...in high quality garments.
other bolts he identifies by color and pattern, making sure as
he fills the sacks that no sack is too heavy as some slave...and
it might be him...will have to carry and load these. then he
turns to the other bolts of cloth...again a few simple rep
cloth, no doubt also intended for slave garments. others to the
touch are of distinctly better quality....various colors,
patterns, all listed carefully so if the Mistress, for example,
wished to know how much of checked blue cloth she had She could
easily check. he had left the stall door open and at one point
he hears a throat clearing and he sees a FW in the robes of the
the merchants. her expression seems a bit impatient and he
wonders how long she has been waiting. she gestures and he
approaches and as he is about to kneel her gesture stops him.
"Turn slowly, boy," she says. "I want to inspect you." he does
as commanded. "You seem like a strong boy," says the FW. "I will
need a slave to move my goods later today. Are you for rent?" he
bows in respect. "this one does not know, Mistress. he is the
property of High Captain Malora and the Mistress should ask
Her." he had been about to say, "the Mistress must ask her" but
it would have likely been seen as impudence for a slave to tell
a FW what she "must do." the FW nods and moves on.::
-=is near or along the carefully hidden docks=-
says to .:|Valkyrie of the Seas|: ::last, he turns to the
smaller stall with some nervousness, as this is where the
weaponry is kept. he has a slave's reluctance to touch weapons
but...the Mistress commands hi to inventory these items and the
will of the Mistress is all, superseding all else. there are a
number of crates and these have been marked with their contents
but not counted. he opens the firt crate, the hinges squeaking
as the slave does so. he gulps, put picks through the contents,
swords, half longer ones, have shorter, sort of glorified
daggers, and he counts each one. replacing the lid he moves to
the next two boxes...one containing longbows and others, shorter
ones. then a crate of many arrows...eeach of which must be
countd and entered on the ppaper. there are also three bags of
arrow points...no doubt to be used to trade with the forest
women and even now, long after he was sold away from the
forests, he quivers at the memory of his time serving the lair
mistresses...worked hard and used for their base pleasures and
lusts...the horror was such that he tries to think about
something else. but each one must be counted...the Mistress
commanded that he let Her know exactly what will be shipped and
in truth, while he doesn't dally, a chance to serve while not
exerting too much physically is welcome. his Owner is not cruel
but being Her slave requires a fair amount of strength and
vigor. but he cannot delay too long and eventually everything is
counted to the last piece. he rises, pulls the large scale into
the hall, extinguishes the lamps, locks the stall door, replaces
the scale as the fg nods, and hurries back to where the woman on
whose whim his very life hangs, may be waiting for him.::
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