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Breakfast At Sardar Fair - Day 2
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: June 24, 2023, 10:07 am
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The Players
High Captain Song, Frode of Kassau
Jane, A Newly-Collared Earth Girl
Seren, a Slave of the Vegvisir collared by Hrolf
Cináed, A Slave of the Vegvisir collared by Thuyra
The Setting
A restaurant near the center of the fair, where there are some
two hundred tables under tenting --
Frode
At Trusty's urging, I fitted the barbarian girl we picked up on
the road with a collar and have kept her on a literal short
leash since we got to the Fair. When she is not being led, she
is chained by the neck to a ring inside the wagon. I have not
kept her confined, however, allow her ample chance to stretch
her long legs. I've also allowed her some clothing, although the
green tunic dress she borrowed from Trusty is a bit short for
her and leaves the bottom of her toned ass exposed - a teasing
hint of the treats she might have to offer. Thankfully, her
efforts to learn the language somewhat over the three days we
had left to travel after finding her have been put to good use
and while she's far from proficient, she can at least manage
simple commands and answering "Yes or no" questions. It also
helps that I know something of the Earth tongue (as I know
English) but I still speak on Gorean for preference. Best to get
her used to things and that.
So it comes to pass that the famous Skald of Kassau is seen that
morning on the second day of the fair, with an athletic girl
with short red hair and piercing blue eyes following him
reluctantly, on a leash. He is clad in his fine Captain's Coat,
a silver-hilted rapier hanging from his side and his cittern,
that stringed instrument he makes sing so well, slung around his
shoulders on a leather strap. For a High Captain he may be, but
this is Sardar Fair and when it is fair time the Singer returns
to his original trade!
Jane
the collar rubbed it irritated her its weight a constant
reminder of what she had become a thing a thing to be sold and
lead around like a pet she hated it and it should in her
movements there was more than a hint of caged wild animal in the
way she moved smooth yet angry dangerous even despite her being
but 5 foot 2 she moved like a panther rather than a slave but
follow him she must the leash dictated that
Frode
Our first stop for the morning is the restaurant tent. Despite
your annoyance at the leather collar and the leash and.... well,
everything, you can't help but marvel at the wonder the fair has
to offer. All the different mods of dress... or undress in the
case of the slaves. It is almost surreal to you how you see
muscular bonds and buxom wenches walking by wearing nothing but
a collar around their neck and smiles.... smiles! ... and nobody
acts like it is at all strange. It also drives home the truth of
what Trusty told you - how slavery here is not the evil it is on
Earth, for the most part, though you don't quite believe her
statement that she feels more free as the resident healer of a
pirate crew than she ever did as a high-born lady of a respected
family.
Not that you have much choice to believe it. Either you accept
it or presume this is some very strange dream brought on after
wiping out and getting hit in the back of the head with your
board.
I move to a table and find myself a seat, gesturing for you to
kneel at my side. "Nadu." is all I say. That work referring to
the posture with the wide-spread thighs and straight back. That
was among the first things Trusty tried to teach you.
Jane
The fair indeed leaves her head spinning in equal measure awe
and horror and she knelt at your side at your words just as she
had been taught her sunkissed thighs parted wide her hands
resting on toned thighs palm up her gaze lowered and she managed
the transition from standing to kneeling to be both graceful and
sullen almost defiant she moved like a woman fighting the collar
about her throat but she knew enough had been taught enough to
be quiet as she knelt at your side.
Frode
I nod to another passing slave who seems to be serving as a
waitress here and order some patsies with bosk sausage, a cup of
blackwine with honey for myself and a bowl of water for you.
Ordinarily, I would send my own slave to the stands with coin to
fetch my meal for me, but I don't trust you to come back just
yet. Instead, I sit and watch the crowds, allowing you a chance
to do the same. While I will not speak of it, I figure that
getting to see everything his helping you find your ease with
your current situation. While I'm not a gentle man, I do
appreciate the need for finesse and training you is definitely a
matter where a surgeon's scalpel is needed rather than a
Builder's hammer.
Jane
she watch furtively at all that went by her quick eye missing
nothing grateful for the too short tunic that she had been given
the eyes the looks she gave had a calculating restless energy
about them. She had yet to surrender to her fate even a blind
man could see that.
Frode
Aye, I had noted that look well and could not fault you for it.
Had I the time or inclination, I might try to win you over to
your new status through stealth or seduction. But that would be
a full time job, I can tell, and as Singers are devoted to
freeing hearts (if not bodies) with our work, I can't blame you,
even if my collaring you was an act of kindness. Of course some
would argue leaving you for the sleen would have been kinder but
the gods saw fit to deliver you to me so I was going to give you
a fighting chance. It's the best I can do.
The other slave returns with my order and places the blackwine
and pastries on the table before me. The bowl of water is placed
to one side on the ground by you. I nod as I tuck into one of
the pastries and nod to you. "Drink, Jane." Oh gods, it's like a
dog bowl. And you know all too well you'll be expected to drink
from it like a beast.
Jane
her heart sunk at your words it was just one of those things she
was not going to lap at the bowl like a dog she would not she
would go thirsty instead it was a petty defiance but it was all
she had so she made no move to drink she just knelt at your side
not moving
Frode
I shrug as I enjoy my breakfast and don't press the issue. Not
yet. It's too early in the day for this and I've not yet had my
blackwine. Thankfully, it as I like it.... as I like my women,
as the old joke among blackwine drinkers goes - hot , bitter and
cheap. I had thought the bowl a greater kindness than forcing
you to use the throughs reserved for all livestock. But beasts
are beasts, be they pets or livestock. So it goes.
I take a bite of the meat pastry and savor the taste, trying to
place the exotic spice that went into making it. I'll have to
inquire into that and see about getting some for the trip home.
And as I enjoy the meal, I glance around. It's funny - normally
there's four of five slavers lazing around the restaurant by
this time, seeking potential inventory. Perhaps they are all
still abed? Or still roaming the areas before the fairgrounds
making captures before coming to ply their trade? After all,
while capturing new inventory is forbidden within the fair
grounds, there's a lot of open area immediately around.....
Jane
she had a restless angry energy about her your patience wore at
her she wanted to fight to lash out but you gave her no
opportunity to do so your kindness was in effect a cruelty .
Frode
I think Trusty had advised me well, but she'd told me little I
hadn't already gleaned from one look at your eyes. You were a
fighter, that was clear. But what was it you were fighting? The
idea of being enslaved? Or the idea that you might find pleasure
in it, as Trusty did?
It is, I think, the later. For I had seen a similar look once in
the hazel eyes of another fire-haired harridan, who served with
reluctance but gave her Master no cause to find fault with her.
Then came the night she went from waiting tables to dancing
wantonly for one singer who was kind to her when he had no
reason to be. That bold action sparked an obsession that, in
another world, might have started a war.
In this world, however, a polite request was heard, a price
agreed upon, and for the cost of a song, a bag of silver and the
story of how the bag had been acquired from a slave who was a
scroll unto herself, the woman of my dreams became mine and, in
time, so much more.
Perhaps that story might color your heart? Perhaps not. But the
Skald is not telling stories just yet. Instead, he finishes his
pastry and, seeing you fume, but knowing you are probably
hungry, merely takes the other pastry in hand and holds it down
where you might nibble on it under the table.
Jane
she would not eat from his hand she would not suffer that
humiliation she had yet to break her fast and was hungry she
would not sell her soul for a scrap of pastry so she did not
bite she just knelt at your side hunger gnawing at her resolve.
Frode
I shrug internally and replace the pastry on my plate. Fine. I
can wait this out longer than you can. After all, I am the one
with a full belly and cup of blackwine to finish. Time for a
positive example, I think.
I glance around the tent and spot several girls from The
Vegvisir. Perhaps one of them can ensure this breakfast does not
go to waste. I offer a smile and wave towards the collective
group, waiting to see which of them might notice first.
Seren
Smiling to Mistress Essa's words she would move a little closer.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you." She took another short sip of the
warm tea and was using the mug to warm her hands. She wished now
that she had brought her cloak. She was so used to her Jarl
sharing his but the tea would help.
When Dagny spoke to her she nodded softly. "Yes, Mistress. Never
quite as good as home but my Jarl makes it as comfortable as
possible. And thank you." Taking the buttery tart from her. She
wouldn't go into any more detail than that. She knew when it
came to the Free Women, sometimes less was better. Once Cin was
done with her serve she would offer a smile. "Hello pretty. How
are you enjoying the fair so far?"
When Frode waved she lowered her mug to speak to him. "Good
morning, Master.."
Frode
I smile at the pretty blonde slave with the almost white hair
who is the first to notice me. "Good morning," I say from my
table. "My new girl isn't hungry and I hate for this to go to
waste. I thought I'd see if one of you girls was hungry, but it
looks like you've already broken fast well."
Cináed
the girl figured that it was ok and she moved along the room
just right there actually, but she knelt only with the respect
to a Master, of the South, figured that's exactly what they'd
rather of her. She surrendered into a nadu with thighsn pushed
yawning wide her back arching while the hands settled flat down
on her thighs. The breath strummed the air like the heat of a
beast crawling along the form of a Man. Those eyes that haunt
the waken dreams kept low hidden beneath that of rows of inky
thick lashes just as her voice kissed the air like a siren's
song-
"Tal Master, would you need of anything today?"
Seren
She lowered her mug to the table and would rise from where she
was seated to approach where he was. Hearing what he said she
smiled to him. "Of course, Master. We will see that it does not
go to waste. There are always a few of us wandering in." She had
the tart that had been given to her but with most of Vegvisir
here, many were just waking and if he needed to find a good home
for it she would see to that for him. "Thank you, Master.. I do
hope your day is starting out well."
Frode
How now! Suddenly I have two willing slaves kneeling at my feet,
along with the rather surly barbarian who is pointedly NOT
drinking from the water bowl I procured for her. I smile down at
Cináed first, who seemed to know how I liked my serves -
presumably based on how I had the girl on my chain kneeling. In
truth, I was a Man of the North, but i had traveled wide and
found the Southern serve styles more efficient in one respect -
it was difficult to play an instrument with a girl leaning on my
shoulder in the Northern fashion.
"Actually, I was hoping I might help you two this day. My girl
isn't hungry and I hate for good food to go to waste. Perhaps
you girls might enjoy a bit of bosk sausage?"
I rip the pastry in two and offer half to each of you with a
smile. I don't glance at jane to see how she reacts to having
her meal given away, as if she's beneath my notice. I'll know
her response soon enough.
Seren
Smiling over at Cin as she came to stand nearby. She did notice
the barbarbian slave he had. The water bowl didn't surprise her
though. It wouldn't have been the first time I saw someone
"training" their slave in such a way. She had always lived in
the south before going to Lydius and Vegvisir but they have
broken her of her habit of knealing better everyone unless told
to do it. And than she would have. Though she much preferred to
keep laps warm over feet. Listening closely to him as he spoke.
She did enjoy bosk. She would reach to take it from him. Part of
her thought to take it with her mouth but it was a little too
big of a piece to do that. Not that she wasn't used to have big
things in her mouth. "Thank you, Master."
Cináed
i head heard you speaking with seren and seriously i couldn't
without doubt skip a beat seren is down right hot like the fire
that burns in a hearth..the eyes shifted at the spoken girl
winking before the girl altered those haunted gaze upward, the
flex of gold in the pools seemed to dance under any hint of
light. her lips parted with a soft sound that rolled against her
mouth*
"thank you Master, that is truly kind of you...but if it's ok
with You, can seren have it, i was after eating before i left
camp grounds of Vegvisir.. or she could share with one of the
other sexy beasts"
-by the PK's i hoped that i wouldn't cause insult or rudeness,
right not the thumping inside the swell of her chest was a bit
faster. It's not the normal thing for a girl to mention but yet
it could but. right now thou, Cináed felt that it was best for
her to be honest. Thou, that smelled just incredible to her. she
just knew if she ate more that her stomach would seriously give
her grief later*
Frode
[Cináed] I nod and smile. "Of course. I'm sure we can find some
other taut belly to fill today."
[Seren] I turn my full attentions back to you and grin as you
take the pastry from my offered hand and start nibbling on it.
"Seems it's you're lucky day.... that is, if you think you can
handle more of my sausage?" Okay, that was deliberate. But he IS
a Skald and you are a brazen kneeling thing. Why should he not
overindulge innuendo?
Seren
When Cin declined she would take both. It was very tasty and
he'd see that written all over her pretty face. Her long blonde
hair brushing over her almost bare shoulders as she stayed close
for the moment. When he spoke she was amused and gave a noise
that solidified that. "Of course, Master. It's very delicious."
Letting the soft, pink tongue of hers swipe over her lower lip.
It was fresh and still warm, she definitely wouldn't let the
sausage go to waste.
When she had finished her bite she spoke again. "Please let me
know next time you are here if there's anything I can do to
repay you for your kindness."
Cináed
the smile engulfed her lips but only to torch her eyes. she was
more then pleased to hear that she's not insulted you-
"thank you for understanding Master"
Frode
Watching you enjoy the snack is quite a sight. I could probably
charge money for it and increase the sales of sausage patsies
across the fair.
"Oh, I'm sure I can think of something. But for now, when you
next see your Master, tell him that I may have a girl I think
could benefit from his Mastery more than mine and I am willing
to sell or trade." I throw a side glance at the still silent and
stoic Jane.
Cináed
-the eyes shifted toward seren before the lifted toward the
Master through peeking through thick lashes..i couldn't but
wonder over the trade hint but of course not going to speak over
it as it's not my area to need to know. peering over toward the
girl that he was referring about trading and then back toward
the Master with silent lips*
Seren
It was intentional. You had given her the food, she might as
well eat it in the most seductive way possible for you to get
some enjoyment from it since your beast wasn't hungry. She was
definitely missing out. She nodded softly. "Yes, Master. I will
let him know." There was always room for more girls in Vegvisir.
She was take another bite of the pastry and enjoy him company
for as long as he would stay there. She had given the girl a
once over as well. It had been a while since she'd seen a
barbarian. They were smaller? She stood five foot eight herself
and was slender but still had some very delicate assets for his
viewing pleasure.
Frode
The fire-haired barbarian is slight and willowy at 5'2. I myself
am short for a Northman, barely being a little over 6'1. But he
manner of my dress- Captain's Coat aside - is that of a Northern
skald, though I keep my beard closely trimmed in the Southern
style. I am nothing if not eclectic, which adds to my odd charm.
"Good girl. I thank you for helping dispose of my errant sausage
and for a fine show. If you dance half as well, I shall have to
ask your Master about borrowing you for a night." Uh... he is
talking about actual dancing, right? It's a bit hard to tell
with all the suggestive material being bandied about.
That question will have to wait for another time, however, as I
grab the chain leash. "Come along, Jane. I say commandingly
before giving the other slaves a polite nod and smile. "Go back
to your work, girls. I need to show this one the staging area
and where she may wind up if she doesn't shape up shortly." My
tone is jovial but my expression stern at that threat, as Skald
and slave head out into the street.
Seren
Peeking over at Cin for a moment as she spoke to the Free Man.
He was definitely charming. She had heard him sing as well and
enjoyed it. When he spoke again there was that amusement hanging
on the edge of her lips as she pressed them idly closer
together. She could only imagine what he meant, either option
would be interesting for sure. There was a little heat to her
face but she waved it off as he excused himself with the girl.
"Have a good day, Master. I hope to see you soon." She was
polite and proper as she took the rest of the sausage to sit
back with her tea. It was still warm.
Cináed
there's a playful grin toward seren as she's literally talented
one...when You rose to your feet lifting the chain in hand that
jane is locked to, i could see the girl's eyes, she seemed hot
blushed not sure why but that's ok, she'd get over that some
point without a choice. Anyway, Cináed moved back licking over
her lips some before she offered a -
"i bid you a great day Master....hope that it's filled with
nothing but ..pleasure"
-she expressed that a bit with a teasen sound before pulling a
hard breath before easing off for you to head out*
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