(c) 2006 by Artful Dom

This story is intended for "adults" if you are not legally an
adult by your home state or country's definition, stop now, do
not read this


Chapter 2 - Enslaved (TG, Exh, Hum, Oral, MF, Tort)

Kaessi was lost in the experience of a long walk through the
countryside.  It was a beautiful day with high white fluffy
clouds.  Birds sang, breezes blew, it was a symphony to her
senses.

As they walked up to the Romarian border, the sight of the small
fortress and the guards, brought to mind a realization.  She
turned to Jesera and said, "I can't go there!"

"Why not?"

"I'm wanted in the Dominion."

"For what?"

"As an escaped slave."

"What!?  How did you make it to 21st level without going into
the Dominion?"

"I didn't.  In the game it was easy to sneak across the border."

Jesera got a distant look on her face.  "In the game maybe.  But
I don't think it would be so easy now that we are really here." 
She raised her voice and said, "Guys!  We need to stop for a
minute and think something out."

Everyone gathered around, then Jasera turned to Kaessi and said,
"Explain."

Kaessi felt embarrassed again.  They were going to realize that
she had made up this back ground on purpose.  She cleared her
throat and said, "I'm considered an escaped slave in the
Dominion.  When my master died, I fled the Dominion.  If I touch
a Watch Orb they will know it."

Jesera said, "Everyone who crosses the border has to touch a
Watch Orb."

Kaessi said, "That's why I would sneak across the border.  I
could separate from you and head back out of sight of the
fortress.  I can cross over and meet up with you on the other
side."

Odan said, "Where would we meet?"

Kaessi stopped, blinked and said, "I almost always adventured
alone.  That's how I went up in levels so fast.  I'd sneak
everywhere.  She looked up at Odan, I don't know.  A mile or two
inside the border?"

Hern said, "That sounds chancy.  We might end up waiting for you
indefinitely.  You could get caught, or lost.  I don't like it."

Kaessi said, "Well what other choice do I have?"

There was a long pause, then Jesera said, "Turn yourself in."

Kaessi and William both said, "What!?"

"I am a Princess of the Greenwood Clan.  If we bind you and I
take to the fortress as my prisoner I will be turning in a
runaway slave.  Under Dominion law if your master is dead who so
ever turns you in may buy you from the state at the going rate. 
I think a girl slave is what, about 100 marks?"

Odan held up a pouch, "That is half of what we have from the
Magus."

Jesera continued, "Once I own you, you're collared and we can go
anywhere in the Empire."

Kaessi said, "You own me?"

Jesera said, "I am a noble of the Dominion.  I'm the best
choice.  But if you really want to belong to someone else here
just speak up."

Kaessi looked down at the ground.  "Ok Jesera, I'll be your
slave."

Jesera said, "Anyone else have a better plan."

William said, "Is this really necessary."

Jesera said, "I think it's the best plan.  Once we get to Jandar
City at the North South crossroad, I can find a magistrate and
have her manumitted."

Kaessi looked at her, "Then I'd be free and not wanted.  I could
go anywhere."

Jesera nodded.  "Yes.  Though we're going to burn a lot of money
to pull this off."

Kaessi reached into her bag and pulled out her purse.  "If I
remember right there are coins totaling about 80 gold Marks in
here."  She passed that the Jesera.  If I'm carrying it when we
cross the border they'll probably confiscate it anyway."

Jesera nodded, "Good point.  Put your staff inside your bag and
give it to Hern."

Kaessi did as she was bid.  Then Jesera caused her chest to
appear.  From inside she took out a length of rope.  She used
this to bind Kaessi's hands in front of her, then she took the
remainder and held it like a leash.  She looked into Kaessi's
eyes and said, "Are you ready for this."

Kaessi said, "Ready as I'll ever be."

Once again their party set off for the border fortress entrance
to the Romarian Dominion.  As the got closer it could be seen
that the road itself passed through a sort of outer bailey or
extension of the fort.  A wall with its own gate formed a
fortress within a fortress.  Imagine the figure 8 as it is
displayed on most calculators as a rectangle divided into two
squares by a horiztonal line.  The area above the line was an
inner fortress with stone buildings, towers and defensive works.
A narrow gate opened in the horizontal divider line allowing
access from the inner fortress to the outer.  The road ran
through the bottom part of the eight with wide gates on either
side to close it off.  Inside this area were a number of tents,
some picketed horses and a sort of small gazebo.

In that peculiar way that she had of remembering things that
only someone from this world could know, Kaessi knew that the
Watch Orb was kept under shelter in the gazebo like structure. 
There would be four guards at each gate, two inside, two outside.
 There would be four more at the gazebo with their commander.  He
would have a horn that could summon aid from the troops quartered
in the tents around him, and from the hundred or so troops
permanently stationed inside the inner keep.

The guards wore armor made of leather and metal plates, each
also had a large oval shield, short sword and spear.  Their
helmets came down over their cheeks and nose leaving only the
eyes and mouth exposed.  The trademark red leather boots and
scarlet cloak marked them as regulars in the Romarian Infantry.

As they reached the outer gate one of the guards stepped forward
and in an accent very much like Kaessi's said, "What do we have
here?"

Jesera stepped forward and said, "I am Jesera Feldan's Daughter
of Clan Greenwood.  I have captured a fugitive slave while
outside our borders.  She claims her rightful master is dead.  If
that is true, I claim purchase right."

The guard stepped forward and stood before them.  He looked
Jesera up and down.  She gave him her haughty aloof look.  He
looked over at Kaessi, then around at the others.  He said, "And
these others?"

"They are my retinue.  You of course realize that woman of my
station rarely travels alone."

"Yes...My lady?"  He said the last with a questioning tone. 
Then, "Well, we'll sort this out soon enough.  Please come with
me to the Watch House."  He turned and walked toward the gazebo
like structure without so much as a look over his should. 
Everyone glanced at everyone else, then they stepped through the
gate and followed the soldier.

The soldier preceded them up the steps and spoke to the young man
sitting at the table under the shelter.  On the table in front of
him was an ink well, a ledger book, a helmet similar to the
soldiers but with a red feather crest and of course the Watch
Orb.  The orb was a ball of glassy material about six inches in
diameter that sat in an bronze tripod.  It gave off a soft glow
of red light visible even in daylight.

The solder leaned over the table and spoke quietly to the
officer.  Then he stepped aside.  The officer wave them forward
and said, "My lady, would you be so kind as to place your hand on
the Orb?"

Jesera stepped forward and placed two fingers on one side of the
Orb.  The officer did likewise.  Then he said, "Please state your
name, reason for entering the Dominion and any affiliations."

Jesera said, "I am Princess Jesera Feldan's Daughter of Clan
Greenwood.  I am entering the Dominion for various purposes, the
first being to see this fugitive slave properly disposed of."

The officer seemed to be listening to something for a moment,
then his manner became much more respectful.  He removed his
fingers from the orb and Jesera did the same.  He said, "Of
course your ladyship.  May I ask how you came to posses this
slave?"

Jesera said, "I'd rather not go into details.  But I assure you
there will be no reports of any sort of incidents.  In the end
she turned herself over to me.  You understand that if her master
is dead as she claims, I intend to purchase her as is my right?"

"Of course your ladyship.  Hengran, Novans, bring the slave
forward."

Jesera stepped aside as two soldiers stepped forward and grabbed
Kaessi by her arms.  They brought her before the officer who
motioned toward the orb.  One guard simply yanked her hands
forward and pressed her them against the orb with his own.  At
the same time the officer placed two fingers against the Orb and
said, "Name?"

Kaessi said, "Kaessi."

Before anyone could react the second guard backhanded her
sharply across her cheek.  It felt like her eye was going to
explode out of her socket.  If the two soldiers had not been
holding her she would have fallen.  William took half a step
forward as the guard who had struck her hissed, "You will address
the officer properly."

Kaessi blinked as tears formed in her eyes from the pain and
humiliation.  Then she said, "Master, this slave's registered
name is Kaessi."

The officer blinked and appeared to be listening.  After a
moment he said, "Yes.  That is your name of record.  You are
indeed listed as a fugitive slave.  Your master was executed for
thievery."

He looked up at Jesera and said, "You can of course purchase
her, but you will also be responsible for all fines, fees and
taxes."

Jesera said, "I do not have the family coffers with me.  How
much are we talking about?"

The officer said, "First, a girl slave of child bearing years is
currently valued at 112 gold Marks.  In addition as an escaped
slave suspected of being an accessory to criminal activities she
must be branded, collared and given an obedience ring.  The
branding fee is 2 gold marks.  We can provide you with a collar,
if you do not have one, for 8 silver marks.  The obedience ring
is 100 gold marks.  There is normally a piercing fee of 4 silver
marks, but as she is pierced in the customary place we can wave
that fee.  Add in taxes on the purchase and importation of a
slave and it comes to 217 gold and 4 silver Marks."

Jesera said, "She is an escaped slave, I am not importing her."

"I'm sorry my lady but regulations say the tax has to be paid on
any slave brought into the Dominion."

Jesera said, "Very well.  Odan, pay the man."

Odan stepped forward and put both pouches on the table.  The
officer counted out the money and handed two gold and six silver
marks back to Odan.  He then motioned to the guard that had
struck Kaessi and said, "Novans take her into the keep and have
her seen to."

Jesera said, "I would like to accompany her.  Just to safeguard
my property."

The officer said, "Im sorry my lady, but only members of the
army or a government official on state business are permitted
inside the inner keep."

"You are taking my slave inside the inner keep."

"As you know my lady under Romarian law slaves are livestock,
not people.  As such they may be taken inside the keep like any
other type of livestock."

"Very well.  But I expect her returned to me prompty and in good
shape"

"Of course my lady."  He looked at Novans and said, "You heard
her."

Novans looked resentfully at the officer for a moment then said,
"Yes sir.  Promptly."

Jesera said, "And I'll keep my rope if you please."

Novans roughly untied Kaessi, and handed the rope to another
soldier who began to wind it.  Novans said to Kaessi, "I'll have
no trouble out of you or you'll be sorry."

Kaessi said, "Yes master."

Novans grabbed a handful of her hair and bent her forward then
briskly walked off giving her no choice but to follow.

She heard the officer asking the others to step forward and
touch the watch orb.

Novans trotted her through the inner gate and down across a
cobbled courtyard to a stable.  A pair of posts with iron
manacles stood near the forge.  He efficiently fastened her into
the smaller set, then turned to the smith who had stepped forward
whipping his hands on his leather apron.

"This slave is to receive the thieves brand."

The smith said, "Right you are.  You going to hold her for it?"

Novans said, "I'd love to."

The smith turned to go back to his forge and said over his
shoulder, "The skirt is in the way."

Novans smiled at Kaessi and said, "I guess it is, we'll just
have to get rid of it.  Probably stolen contraband anyway."  The
look in his eye just dared Kaessi to say anything.  She turned
her head away from him and closed her eyes.

She had though she'd be a little humiliated.  Collared, but
nothing really bad.  But she hadn't counted on this.  Again the
memories swam sluggishly to the surface.  The knowledge was
distant, almost like it wasn't hers.  She knew that a slave who
was confiscated from a criminal was branded with a mark
indicating what their master's crime had been.  Such slaves were
often considered tainted goods.  She was to bear the thieves
mark.  She knew it was going to hurt, and hurt bad.

The obedience ring was typically put through the septum of the
nose.  They were expensive and rarely used on well behaved
slaves.  Typically, only slaves who were considered risks for
violence or flight were given them.  It was a ring that once put
in place could not be removed with impunity.  Rumor had it that
if it was removed by anyone other than a specially trained
Dominion officer it would kill the slave from which is was
removed.

While the ring was worn the slave was under a simple but
insidious compulsion.  The ring bore an enchantment that
compelled the slave to be the best slave they could be.  Good
slaves did not try to run away.  They worked diligently to please
their master.  By simply stating that such and such pleased them,
or displeased them, a master could tweak the slave's compulsions
to their specific desires.

She was lost in thought so she did not notice what Novans was
doing until she felt the blade of his knife slide under the
shoulder of her vest.  With a quick flick of the wrist he severed
her left should strap.  Then the right.  Her vest dropped away
from her.  Then he slid the blade inside the waist of her skirt.
He waited.  Finally Kaessi turned her head back to look at him. 
He looked her in the eye, smiled and sliced the skirt away from
her body.

He stepped back and said, "Pitty your owner is such a high and
mighty personage.  I'd like to spend some quality time with you.
I bet you scream real pretty."

Kaessi watched him like a rabbit watches a snake, as his eyes
roved up and down her.  He stepped forward and ran his hands down
her back.  His palm was rough from hard work and sword practice.
He cupped her right ass cheek and asked her, "Would you like me
to warm you up for the brand?  Some say it hurts less after a
good strapping.  We've got a few minutes while the iron heats.

Kaessi realized she had to answer or she'd suffer.  She also
knew she would suffer if she said yes or no.  She said, "As
master wishes."

Novans smiled, "See you remember how to be good little slave."

He stood slightly behind and to one side of her and began to
give her an open handed spanking low on her right ass cheek.

Kaessi yelped, flinching with each impact.  She tried to wrap
her arms and legs around the smooth wooden pole.  Her hands
grabbed the chains above her manacles and tears ran down her
face.

Novans kept spanking her till from within the smithy came the
yell, "Hold her tight, here I come."  Novans stepped up behind
her and pressed her body to the pole with his weight.  He reached
around her and grabbed her right leg with his left arm.  Then he
squatted slightly and put his right arm under her and clasped her
leg with that as well.  The effect was to lift and push out the
right side of her butt where her thigh joined her hip.

She heard the smith approaching, there was sudden sensation of
heat on the right side of her body, then the brand seared into
her flesh.  She screamed a full throated cry of pain and despair.
 She tried to tell herself this is all a game.  This isn't really
happening.  But the pain was real.  The hard wood against which
she was pressed felt real.  The soldier pressed against her back
felt and smelled real.  The sickening stench of burning meat,
meat that was her very own flesh, it too smelled real.

After what seemed like a very long time the smith pulled the
brand away.  He said, "Nice clean mark.  He patted her leg and
said, "Now that wasn't so bad."  Kaessi looked up at him through
tear filled eyes wondering what he considered bad, and hoping she
never ever found out.

Novans stepped way from her and said, "I thought you might
scream pretty.  She needs a collar too."

The smith said, "Unchain her, and bring her in."

Novans pulled the pins and freed her from the manacles.  Again
he took a great fist of hair and used it like a leash to force
her to follow him into the close heat of the smith's workshop. 
Once inside he used her hair to pull her upright, then he
released her hair and stood behind her.  The smith turned to her
and put his hands around her neck as though to choke her, but
then turned away.  He delved into a large wooden box full of
clanky metal bits and emerged with two crescents of black iron. 
Each piece ended it what looked like half a hinge.  And riveted
to the middle of each curve was a metal D ring about an inch
around.  He handed them to her and said, "Here, hold these in
place."

The smith expected her to help with her own collaring.  She cast
a quick glance at Novans, who simply raised an eye brown.  She
took the two pieces and held them to her neck.  The smith
meanwhile got out two pieces of wire and pair of large metal
pincers.  He threaded the metal pin through the two halves of the
hinge on the right side, then he used the pincers to crimp them
together.  He repeated on the other side.  Kaessi ran her hands
around the collar and found that once attached it had four D
rings of the same size spaced 90 degrees apart.

Novans grunted his thanks to the smith, reaching down and
putting a finger through the front D ring, he pulled her along
behind him.  He took her across the courtyard and down a cool
stone hallway.  At the end he knocked on a heavy wooden door and
the voice of an elderly man called out for them to enter.

Novans opened the door and pulled Kaessi inside behind him. 
Kaessi glanced around and realized she was in a magical
laboratory.  An old man in wizards garb turned away from a
reading stand as they entered.  He just raised both eye brows and
gave them a questioning look.

"Slave that needs an obedience ring, sir."

"Oh.  Very well, get the ring in her nose out."  The old man
walked over to a set of shelves and began opening and peering
into various boxes.  Novans peered at her nose questioningly. 
Kaessi fearing still more pain said, "Master, this slave begs to
remove the nose ring."

Novans nodded consent.  Kaessi quickly popped out the captive
bead then rotated the ring out and handed it to Novans.  He
looked at it and began to pop the bead in and out as if amused by
the cleverness of the design.

About then the wizard said, "Here we go."  He turned and walked
to her holding a small silver ring between his two fingers.  He took
her jaw and tilted her head back somewhat uncomfortably then
deftly slipped the ring through her piercing.  He held one end of
the opening and he said to Novans, "You'll do for starters." 
Novans reached out and touched the other end of the ring at the
same time that the wizard did.  The old man quickly chanted a few
words that seemed to defy memorization.  As he completed his
chant Kaessi was stunned by a sudden burst of something from her
nose.  It was almost as if she had been punched, but there was no
physical blow.

"That takes care of it.  Now move along, I've got things to do."

Novans said, "Yes sir.  Come along slave."

Kaessi felt a sudden compulsion to follow him.  She knew she
needed to please Novans.  To her horror she realized that the
wizard had bound her to obedience with Novans.  How would he dare
something like this.

He took her down the stone corridor then waved her aside into a
small nook.  He smiled, "We don't have much time.  Don't want to
worry your precious owner.  But you've got me all excited
watching you being branded, spanking you, hearing that lovely
scream and watching you cry so pretty.  Oh yes, I like it when
you hurt."

Kaessi starred at him in horror, he was compelling her to desire
pain.  Then he said, "You know what pleases me most?  I'll tell
you.  And yes, I know that once I tell you, you'll want to do it.
 You want to do it real bad.  What pleases me is when a nasty
little slave cunt like you kneels on the floor in front of me and
begs me to fuck her face.  And then she opens her mouth and I use
her face hole as a fuck hole.  That's what pleases me the most.

Now is there something you would like to say slave?"

"Yes master."

"Say it."

"This slave begs master to allow her to get on her knees so that
master can fuck her face."

"Well since you put it so nice, of course."

Kaessi was horrified, she felt her knees give way and she was
kneeling looking up at the soldier.  He pulled aside his leather
kilt and exposed his erect prick.  He took a fist full of her
hair and guided himself into her open mouth.  Then he began to
brutally slam himself into her throat.  She gagged and he
commanded her not to throw up.  It was over quickly as he held
himself inside her throat and came.

He pulled out and tucked himself back in.  He looked down at her
and said, "I command you not to speak of this to any of your
future masters."

She nodded and tried to speak.  She coughed and managed to croak
out, "Yes master."  Her throat hurt terribly, but somehow the
pain pleased her, because she knew it would please her master. 
Novans pulled her erect with a finger through a D ring on her
collar and quickly walked her out of the inner courtyard and back
to her companions.

Everyone was watching as she was lead from the gate.  Their eyes
and body language spoke volumes.  As she approached she realized
that all of them saw her not only as someone who just undergone a
terrible experience, but also as someone who was sexually
attractive.  Her raw vulnerability spoke to them.  Novans walked
her up to Jesera and said, "My lady, if you would touch her ring
of obedience with me I'll transfer her to you."

Jesera did so and the soldier said, "Slave, this woman is your
owner and mistress.  I am no longer your master, you will follow
all her orders from this day forward and strive to please her in
every way."  Novans stepped away from her, bowed to Jesera and
returned to his post beside the steps of the gazebo.

Jesera looked into her eyes.  Kaessi could see concern for her
there but wasn't sure what to say.  Jesera said, "Very well, you
will follow me the customary two steps behind."

Kaessi managed a hoarse "Yes mistress."

Jesera said, "Where are her clothes?"

Novans responded, "They were damaged during the branding my
lady."

Jesera looked at Kaessi and quirked her eyebrow questioningly. 
Kaessi managed to say, "This slave's clothes were destroyed
mistress."

Jesera said, "Let's go."

She walked along very conscious of her nudity.  Very aware that
her entire right bottom was a mass of burning pain.  That one
point was especially painful.  She was aware that her throat hurt
and of the weight of her collar.  She was aware that she had the
taste of a mans unwashed prick and semen in her mouth.  Lastly
she was aware that she was wet.  She devoutly hoped that the
moisture she could feel slipping between her nether lips was not
noticeable to anyone else.

The entire party turned and walked across the outer bailey and
through the Eastern gate.  As she walked along behind Jesera she
was aware of the hot gaze of the guards.  Finally they were
outside the fortress and moving off down the road.  They passed a
small trade caravan a short time latter.  One of the merchants
called out asking how much for the slave girl.  Jesera said,
"She's not for sale."

Kaessi had never felt so grateful to anyone for anything before
in her life.  Things had not gone as she envisioned them.  The
rings insidious effects were influencing her to want to please
Jesera, to be the best slave for her possible.  Kaessi realized
that she was in fact looking forward to proving to Jesera just
how good a slave she could be.