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Category 9, Topic 39
Message 2 Sun Jan 17, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 06:22 EST
Kayla d'Jord wiped the sweat from her brow and groaned as
she stood and stretched, vertabrae cracking. She looked back at
the rows of potatoes she had harvested and compared her progress
to that of the sun. She frowned. Her father wanted her to clear
the field by sundown, but it didn't seem likely that she would
finish by dark. And certainly not while standing instead of
picking.
Kayla tucked the same few curls of blonde hair that kept
falling in her face back into a loose ponytail again, and bent
to her task. As she worked her way up one row and down another,
there was little to occupy Kayla's mind other than the repetitive
digging and the unseasonably warm sun's hot pressure on her back.
"Potatoes," she mused. "It seems my life is devoted to
plants of one sort or another. Corn, wheat, agwits, and
potatoes, and then corn again. No, wait, I forgot. Plants are
not all. I am also the sworn enemy of insects." She squashed an
unfortunate bug. "And here I thought I my life was narrow in
scope." Kayla grimaced.
When Kershal finally raised the bride-price her father
asked, her life would be little different. She grinned. "Well,
I'll have bride-rights, of course. And =that's= something I'm
looking forward to." But other than that, her life would be much
the same. Plants. Plants and bugs. Kershal was as dear to her
as life, but he was a simple farmer like her father, and,
indeed, like every other man in her villiage she found tolerable.
Her unfocussed daydreams were broken by her father's
combined arrival and complaint.
"Kayla, it will be dark in hours and I think this field is
not yet half-done! I can not do all the work there is to be
done here. Can you not do such a simple thing as pick clean a
field?" His tone was sharp, and Kayla winced to hear it.
"I have been working hard, father. The field is large.
Two people could clear it faster than one."
Jord nearly exploded at this. "The reason you must work
hard is because we are poor and need the harvest! I can't
afford to hire hands, and before you say anything..." -- Jord
held up his hand to silence Kayla before a word had left her --
"I will not allow that boy of yours to help. He has his own
fields to worry about, and I think the two of you together would
accomplish even less than you have alone." Jord gave Kayla a
knowing look.
"Father, I was not going to say anything about Kershal,
although you might speak more kindly of your future son-in-law."
Jord snorted. "I was going to ask that you send Tylar to help
me."
Jord was quiet for a moment, and then spoke. "Tylar can
not help. He is... sick."
It was Kayla's turn to snort. "Sick from drink. A few
hours in the sun would do him good, not harm."
"Your mouth is open too wide! Tylar is the future of this
family. He has... difficulty with his responsibility."
Kayla was incredulous. "Father, Tylar is my brother and I
love him dearly, but he is... forgive me, father, but you know I
speak true... he is a sot! And a gambler. And not a very good
one. Perhaps if he were to work more in the day, he would have
less heart to carouse the night and your money away!"
As soon as her mouth closed, Kayla covered it with her
hands. She had never spoken so -- =shouted= -- to her father
and her temper frightened her, almost as much as the storm of
rage she now expected.
Instead, Jord looked at her with an emotion Kayla did not
recognize at first, though it was no cousin to anger. He was
quiet for an uncomfortable period. When Jord spoke, it was
calmly, and a bit sadly. "Daughter... you do indeed speak true.
I had such hopes for Tylar; that he could be more than the man I
am. Now it seems as if you are wiser than I, for I have turned a
blind eye to your brother's irresponsibility rather than deal
with it. " He sighed, then looked up and smiled. "But it's too
late to breed the bacon, as they say. I shall put a word or two
in Tylar's ear that will itch." Jord looked at the sun. "I
expect that with his help you can finish by dark. And a good
thing, too, if those clouds are an omen." He turned and strode
toward the farmhouse.
Kayla watched him go. She knew the look her father had
given her now. It was respect; a new thing, but not unwelcome.
She grinned, thinking of the "words" her father would shortly
have with her layabout brother, and returned to her work with new
verve. The field had better be clear soon. The clouds that Jord
had pointed out were forbodingly dark.
* * *
It was not soon, but Tylar did join Kayla in the field. He
spoke to himself continuously as he disinterestedly poked at the
potatoes, muttering quietly but audibly that harvesting was
woman's work, that it was boring, that he had better things to
do, that it was not fair, that he deserved better in life, until
Kayla felt she must scream or die. She had to prod him
constantly to prevent him from dozing off. Working as quickly as
possible, Kayla carried the last of the potatoes to the cellar.
The clouds had made good on their threat, and the last hour had
been dark not from sunset, but from the horizon- spanning mass of
black stormclouds that filled the sky so well it was impossible
to say just how great the storm was going to be. The wind was
licking at her skirt and fat initial raindrops the size of her
thumb were falling with audible impacts when Kayla's mother
called her from outside.
"Tylar, can you finish here? Bar the doors when you are
done."
"I think that the proper storage of potatoes is within my
abilities, Kayla," Tylar sneered. He turned away from her and
upended a wheelbarrowfull into a bin.
Kayla stuck her toungue out at him while his back was
turned and ran to see what her mother wanted.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 3 Sun Jan 17, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 21:09 EST
Storms were no rare occurrence on the plains, but this was
the Lord of Storms, and it vented royal wrath upon Jord's small
farm. The family huddled in the center room while the walls
creaked and the wind screamed and hailstones and rain fell on the
roof as if being poured from a bucket. Faint crashing sounds
came from outside, adding to the anxious mood. It was not at all
certain to Kayla that the roof was going to stay attached to the
walls, or even that the walls would stay on the ground.
Fierce storms seldom last, and within an hour the downpour
had lessened to the point where Jord could brave the elements and
assess the damage. He was gone only for a few minutes, and his
face was grim when he returned.
"Well, it's not good. There's nary a chicken to be seen,
but I suppose that is not strange because I can not find the
chicken coop. The fields are a hand deep in standing water, the
south barn collapsed, and the east barn might at any moment.
Kayla, take the animals out of the east barn and put them in the
corral, and any that are free. Tylar, we've got to prop up that
barn. Jena, see how the house has fared."
Jena, Kayla's mother, began to assess the condition of
their home, while Kayla, Jord and Tylar picked their way quickly
through the muck towards the east barn. Kayla was appalled at
the damage the farm had taken. The potato field that she had
cleared earlier that day was nowhere to be seen, although there
was a new muddy lake in that direction. Tree limbs and leaves
dotted the area, and there were even some fish writhing in the
mire! Farm animals wandered about, too dazed to take advantage of
their freedom. Kayla could see that the south barn had more than
collapsed; it looked like some giant had chewed it and spat it
out. And her father had good cause to worry for the east barn;
it leaned at an unlikely angle.
While Jord and Tylar scavenged the fallen barn for timbers,
Kayla led the wet and frightened cows out to the corral. They
seemed to be relieved to be out of the strangely canted structure
and Kayla comforted them as much as possible in a short time. A
few horses were wandering loose, and Kayla put then in the corral
as well. The horses eyed their new stablemates warily.
"You two are going to have to bunk up for a while." Kayla
teased, and then shooed a few grunting pigs back to their pen.
It was a low structure that did not tempt the wind, and only a
few fence rails had fallen there. Kayla replaced them, then
returned to the east barn.
Her father and Tylar had braced the angled wall of the
barn, so that it seemed in no danger of falling soon, although
Jord did not seem relieved. Instead, his face has haggard and him
manner forlorn. He spoke to his children as they returned to the
house.
"This has been a foul day. You know I am not rich, and now
much of what I have has been cast to the winds. It will be all
that we can do to keep the farm a going concern. Tylar, you must
refrain from the inn and the gaming tables." Tylar, who usually
thought only of himself, shared too much of his father's worry to
argue. "We must all redouble our efforts. Kayla... Kayla, go
ask Kershal to join us for supper tomorrow night. I wish to
speak with him."
Kayla, with difficulty, suppressed a squeal of delight, but
then immediately felt a wave of guilt. Her father had always
kept her bride-price out of Kershal's reach, for Jord did not
entirely approve of Kershal's innovative approach to animal
husbandry. But after this disaster, he would be hard pressed to
purchase supplies, and would need every copper his purse could
hold. She felt ashamed that her father's misfortune might
finally make her wedding possible.
"Yes, father. I shall ask him at once," Kayla said with
ill- concealed delight, and raced down the road. "It's a good
thing Tylar and I got the potatoes in before the field became a
swamp," Kayla thought as she ran. "Father will need to sell them
quickly."
Her enthusiasm bore her quickly down the road, and soon
Kershal's small farm came into view. The storm had been here
too, it was plain, but there seemed to be relatively little
damage. Kershal had built all the structures himself, to his own
design, and they had weathered the storm well. As Kayla neared
the main house, she saw Kershal's father closing the door.
Kayla bowed and spoke with respect. "Greetings, Senior
s'Doresh. I hope that you are well."
"I am =not= well, Junior d'Jord. This miserable storm has
made a hash of my property, and I am feeling most put out." He
stomped off.
Kayla knocked on Kershal's door, mostly for the benefit of
the departing elder. She visited Kershal as frequently as she
could, and had gained the habit of barging in.
Kershal opened the door, and smiled when he saw her, but
then his face returned to worry. "Hello, Kayla. Some weather,
eh?," he asked ruefully.
"Kershal, greet me with more enthusiasm," chided Kayla as
she embraced and kissed him. "I have wonderful news! Well, no,
it's not =all= wonderful, but it is =mostly= wonderful. Some of
it is not really that good, butpart..."
Kershal laughed. "I wish you had been here a while ago,
Kayla, for you are sunshine even in the darkest clouds. Say your
say!"
Kayla composed herself somewhat. "My father's farm felt
the storm sorely, and he needs money to rebuild it. He has
asked me to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Kershal! I think he
is going to lower my bride-price to your previous offer!" Kayla
was hopping in place. "Kershal! We can finally be wed!"
Kershal smiled, but it was not a certain one. "Kayla... oh
Kayla." She stopped hopping. Something was wrong. "You saw my
father leaving?"
"Yes, what of it? Kershal, are you not happy?"
"His farm felt the storm as well. You know that my father
had been kind to me, granting me this land from his, and lending
money to me to build all this. He... my father had promised to
grant me a certain amount for your bride-price when the time
came. Any more, I must raise myself. Now... he needs the money
for his own rebuilding. I can not pay what your father asks, or
even what I offered before, not by half." Kershal turned
away,embarrassed.
"Oh, Kershal...". Kayla laid his hand on his shoulder.
"Mayhap my father would accept what you have. I'm sure..."
Kershal turned on her with a snarl. "Are you so cheaply
bought, then, that you would have me take advantage of your
father's misfortune? In time, I can raise what I could have paid
before, and in more time, what your father asks. Until then, we
must wait."
"But, dear one, that will be years. You know... how I
feel. I want you so! It is not as if we will not be married one
day! Can we not..."
"No! We can not! I love you, my heart, but I can not
violate your bride- right. It would not be proper. Would you
want me still if I were capable of such a thing?"
Kayla's true feeling was to shout "Yes!", but she instead
agreed with Kershal that no, she would not, and yes, they must
wait, and that certainly the future would be kind to them.
Distantly, she bade Kershal farewell, and returned to her farm,
much more slowly than her trip out.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 4 Wed Jan 20, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 00:55 EST
While Kayla had meandered home, night had fallen and masked
the storm blown debris that littered her yard, except where a
bright patch of light splashed through a half-shuttered window
onto the wet ground. She loitered outside, dejectedly weighing
the relative merits of pretending that her heart was not broken,
or telling her father and receiving his comfort. The clouds had
gone back to their home in the east, and stars spackled the sky.
Kayla looked up at them and envied their dispassionate cold
light, their remoteness. Her life seemed distressingly immediate
in comparison.
Finally deciding that her father would be too disappointed
himself by the bleak financial news to be of much comfort, Kayla
resolved to say nothing. If Kershal wanted to release his
informal claim upon her, he would have to tell Jord and bear the
shame himself. Kayla didn't feel as if she could endure another
hope's loss. She climbed the creaking wooden stairs that always
announced an arrival, and went inside her shaken home.
* * *
Kayla awoke to envenomed shouting, words indistinct but
emotion murderously clear. Pulling on a shift, she reeled
sleep-dizzy to the edge of the loft where she slept and looked
down onto an argument that was close to blows.
Jord and Tylar were barking accusations and epithets at
each other, and whatever original disagreement that had founded
the fight was lost in a hysterical venting of rage. Jena was
standing silently in a corner, eyes wide and face tight, her
fists in her mouth. Kayla screamed.
She didn't scream in panic or fear. Kayla could =really=
scream, a scratching, squeaking screech that gave eagles pause.
She had won several childhood fights by stunning her opponent and
then decking them.
Jord and Tylar halted their squabble; there was no point in
trying to outshout Kayla. By the time she ran out of breath, the
momentum of the fight had subsided. Inhaling, she sweetly asked,
"What in the nine hells are you two idiots quarreling about?"
Kayla knew that you can only be angry about one thing at a time.
Jord stared blankly at his daughter, breathing hard. Then
he sat, shrank visibly, and began to weep. Tylar turned away and
crossed his arms. Kayla looked to her mother for explanation.
"Tylar did not bar the cellar doors last night," said Jena,
evenly, quietly. She was very calm, although her voice could not
decide on a constant pitch. "The cellar flooded and several
things that we have been storing there have been soaking all
night. I'm afraid that the potato crop is one of them. It's
quite waterlogged and unsalable. I expect that it will begin to
rot soon." Her mask of calm became unstable. She turned to
Tylar and her face contorted. "And =you= would have blamed your
=sister=! I know full well who was last in the cellar!"
The potatoes! Kayla was aghast. The farm desperately
needed to sell that crop!
"Out." This from Jord. The others turned to look at him.
"Get... out." Louder.
"GET OUUUTTT!", he screamed hoarsely, rising and advancing
with grim purpose upon Tylar, who retreated with alarm and left
without a word. The front door slammed, and a single step
creaked farewell.
What was left of family kept exchanging a look between
them, a look that none of them wanted to keep.
Jord tilted back and forth just slightly, like a stalk of
wheat on a spring day that this house would never see again.
"Out..."
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 5 Sat Jan 23, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 04:32 EST
Jena sent Kayla into the village square to buy much needed
food with several of the few coppers left to the family. Most
of the back stock had been in the cellar. Jord was determined to
put on the best appearance to Kershal. Kayla had started to tell
her father that Kershal could not pay her bride-price several
times, but Jord's hurried work to restore some semblance of
order to his home before Kershal arrived forestalled the
discussion. In the end, Kayla had resigned herself to a truly
awful evening as events unfolded.
Kayla husbanded the money carefully, selecting the best
fruit (under the bad fruit, naturally, because that was where the
fruitsellers had put it) and bargaining ruthlessly with the
vendors, flirting where appropriate, insulting where effective.
She gave the wineseller an especially hard fight bargaining over
a bottle of brandy, a special treat her father had ordered for
the dinner. Only after extended negotiation was Kayla able to
afford a small bottle of a coarse blend. Exiting the shop, she
put down her basket and assessed the contents. She had purchased
everything she needed, and still had two coppers remaining! Jord
would be pleased. She picked up the basket, now full enough to
obstruct her view, and turned towards home. It so full she
didn't even see the person who knocked her over and sent her
groceries flying.
"Ah, Junior, your pardon. I did not see you," said a
laughing unknown voice from the other side of the basket. Strong
hands grasped her upper arms, lifted her completely off of the
ground for a moment, and set her gently on her feet. "I have
heard that some peoples carry baskets on their heads, but yours
is upside down." Kayla shook the basket free of her hair and
prepared to berate the stranger that so casually bowled her over
and then chuckled about it. Somehow, the words couldn't leave
her.
"Gorgeous". A good thought. Whose was it? Oh, yes, her
own! The man in front of her was... gorgeous. Kayla knew that
she lived in a mere village and that there were towns and cities
and even castles in some remote part of the world. This man
obviously came from such a place, for he was dressed with such
splendid finery that Kayla found herself short of breath. He
wore a rich blue shirt with polished black leather shoulder
guards fastened with sparkling brass rivets. His ruddy breeches
were tucked into doe-colored boots. A belt held a tempting,
jingling purse and a forbidding sword. As Kayla looked at his
smiling face and sandy hair, she realized that perhaps it wasn't
just his rainment that tugged at her.
"Have I injured you?," he asked, grinning at her slack jaw.
He looked about in mock alarm. "Help! I've made a girl mute!
Is there a chiurgiun in town?"
"Stop that!," hissed Kayla, her eyes flashing. She was
trying to be cross with him, but his good humor was infectious.
"Ah, she speaks, it is a miracle," said the man absently as
he picked up Kayla's supplies. "Oh, fush. I've broken your
drink. What was it?"
Kayla stared at the broken bottle in anguish. It was the
single most expensive item she had bought! She barely noticed
as the man drew her back into the winesellers.
"What did you just sell this young woman?"
"A bottle of brandy," replied the merchant, eyeing the
stranger warily. "Should I have not?"
"On the contrary, you should sell her another. A rather
=good= bottle of brandy, I think."
"You payin'?"
A silver coin upon the countertop was sufficient answer and
Kayla was offered a new bottle of a brandy she could not have
bought with a hundred coppers.
"But first...", said the man slyly, drawing the brandy back
out of reach.
_Oh, Great Two, he's going to ask me for a kiss,_ thought
Kayla. _Although I think I'll let him talk me into it..._
"You must tell me your name!"
"Oh. Ah, Kayla D'Jord. I... I live on a farm. I mean,
I'm a farmer."
"And I am Barion of Kyceria, a merchant of sorts. Here is
your brandy. I have been pleased to make your acquaintance,
Kayla D'Jord. Perhaps we shall run into each other again."
"Perhaps," said Kayla, but mostly to herself. Barion had
turned and was away. _What a lovely surprise he was_, mused
Kayla. _What a pity I have to go home now._
* * *
Supper was as grim an affair as Kayla could imagine, short
of a funeral, which it was, in a way, she thought. The life she
knew seemed dead as winter. Kershal was distant, Jord was by
turns overly jolly and uncharacteristically silent, and Jena's
mouth remained tight throughout the meal. No one displayed much
of an appetite. Kayla was preparing some reason to be excused
before Jord and Kershal began discussing her future when a shout
of greeting came from the porch.
Jord and Kershal exchanged "are you expecting anyone?"
interrogative glances, and "no, you?" shrugs. Jord went to the
door. Kayla could hear his voice, but could not make out the
particulars of the conversation. Shortly, Jord led in a tall
man. It was Barion! Kayla clapped and smiled, oblivious to the
look this drew from Kershal.
"May your night be safe and your day warm, Senior D'Kesh,"
said Barion, bowing and covertly winking a hello at Kayla. Jord
was mildly impressed that the fellow knew the traditional formal
greeting of the area. "I am called Barion, of Kyceria. I would
discuss business with you, if it pleases you."
"It would so please me, Barion of Kyceria, although you
will find I have more interest than copper. Come and sit,
regardless. Jena, would you serve the brandy? Kershal, come sit
with us." Jord led the men into the main room and closed the
door. Kayla was burning with curiosity, but Jord had always
conducted all of his business personally and in private. That
he had invited Kershal showed just how much he was trying to
favorably impress the suitor. Jena knocked at the door, entered
with a tray of cups and the brandy bottle, then retreated. Kayla
could not listen at the door under the watchful eye of her
mother.
Some amount of time passed. Occasionally, the voices in
the room were raised, but then they would settle. _What could
Barion be discussing?_, Kayla worried. _Father can not afford
the wares such a trader as Barion would have, nor could Kershal.
What could be occupying them?
Finally, they exited. Barion, as ever, wore a grin,
although this one was politley subdued. Kershal was not happy.
They were all =looking= at her.
"Father? What is it?
"Kayla..", said her father, whose face moved with strong
emotion, "Barion has agreed to pay your bride-price. You are to
be married."
Kayla was stunned. A bottle off brandy was one thing, but
this?! "I... I can not thank you sufficiently, Barion of Kyceria.
This is too kind a thing you do. Kershal, what did you say..."
Kershal had turned away from her. His shoulders heaved.
He was sobbing.
Jord spoke. "No, Kayla. You do not understand. You are
to be wed to Barion!"
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 6 Sun Jan 24, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 20:56 EST
"Barion" was the last word her father said that Kayla could
understand for a time. Her ears rang fiercely, drowning out
whatever it was that he was saying. "Wed Barion?" The phrase
flew about her mind, seeking a place to light. What did it mean?
It meant... it meant that she was =not= going to be wed to
Kershal. Her father was obviously confused.
"Father, I am to be wed to Kershal. We have discussed
this."
"No, daughter, you shall be wed to this fine man here." Her
father raised a bulging purse. He seemed quite sure. Kayla
began to disagree, but he cut her off.
"Kayla, Kershal has told me of his... financial condition.
Barion is a fine fellow and he will make you good husband. He
has assured me that your welfare is his primary concern." Barion
nodded in assent.
"But... but... Kershal: do something!"
"I can not think of a thing," ground out Kershal through
clenched teeth. "Barion has been quite... generous. He has paid
your price twice over."
Kayla turned to Barion. He did not understand how he was
destroying her future. He thought he was being kind, perhaps.
"Barion, I mean you no disrespect, and I find you pleasant, but
we have but met today. I intend to be wed to Kershal. Surely he
told you this?"
"Aye, indeed he did, and he in fact offered his farm upon
the matter. But you have captured my heart and I am determined
to make you my own." Barion's grin was nearly flat.
"You will find me no good wife, for I do not love you, nor
shall I."
"I am prepared to win you over." He turned to Jord; he
clearly felt the discussion was over. "Senior, gladly would I
stay longer, but I must leave in the morning for my fair city and
I must supervise my travel arrangements. Would you please send
Kayla to me come cockcrow?"
Jord was disturbed by this. "Good sir, our tradition is to
hold a day of feasting before a wedding. Can you not delay but a
day and be wed at eventide?"
Barion pursed his lips. "Nay, I can not, for my
appointments are fixed. Also, my city would not recognize a
marriage not made in Kyceria. I regret that your daughter and I
will be unable to attend, but I bid you feast in our absence,"
and he nudged the purse held tightly in Jord's hand, a motion
whose intent was not lost upon the latter.
"Well, I suppose..."
Kayla was dumbfounded. Every girl that she knew that had
been wed in the last five years had had their pick of mate, the
bride-price a formality seldom lasting out the feast! Her father
was selling her off like a cow!
"Father, I will not..."
He interrupted her with a frozen glance. "Kayla, would you
like to walk into the village in the morning, or would you
prefer to be carried?" He was very serious.
* * *
Her father thought her ambivalence no small matter, for he
removed the ladder to Kayla's loft when she had retired. She
could get down without it; but she couldn't do so quietly. All
her attempts to plead with her father were rebuffed.
Jena came to whisper up to her after Jord had retired.
"Please don't think ill of him, Kayla. After the storm and your
brother, that purse holds the future of this farm. We'd be
starving in a month without it. He's doing it for =you=. He
doesn't want to see you begging for scraps! Barion seems very
nice."
_Future of this farm_, thought Kayla grimly. _That has a
familiar ring._ She doubted her mother's sanity. "I'm sure he
is, mother, but that is not the point of the sword! I don't love
him! I have barely said hello to him."
"You can come to love a man you have never met, Kayla. I
know."
Kayla feared she grasped her mother's meaning. "Father?"
"Yes, child, I was married to him sight unseen by =my=
father, also for a fat purse. The first look I had of him was
when he pulled the wedding hood from me. Ha! I was such a timid
thing then, and your father was comely in his youth. He would
take me in his arms and..." Jena's words trailed off and she
smiled a secret smile. Then she shook her head and returned to
the present. "If you try, Kayla, you can make a life with this
man. If you do not, only the two of you will suffer. Let your
dreams think on it. Good night, my child."
Kayla rolled back in her furs and stared absently at the
rough timbers of the roof. _Dreams_, she though with a snort.
_I'll have few dreams tonight_. If she did, she did not remember
them.
* * *
_Discomfort is becoming a habit, here_, thought Kayla at
the morning meal of the last day she would ever see her home.
_I'll miss this place less than I thought_.
Indeed, conversation was strained. Jena had helped Kayla
pack her few personal possessions wordlessly, although both
women's eyes had misted over. Jord had greeted his daughter
briefly and had said little else.
_Well, I just won't go to town_, planned Kayla. _I'll go
to Kershal, and if I can't turn his stiff neck to see things my
way, I'll take to the road. I'm not for sale, no matter the size
of the purse._
With this resolve, Kayla completed her preparations. So
the old life was gone; let the new begin! Whatever adventure
awaited her, at least it would be of her own choosing.
At last all was ready, and all that remained was parting.
Jena hugged her daughter tightly and wished her luck. As a
parting gift, Kayla received a slim silver chain.
Kayla gasped. "Mother, I can not accept this. It is too
much! It would weigh heavy round my neck."
"Hush, child, and take it," her mother chided, a tear
edging out from one eye. "'tis not truly mine, for my mother
gave it to me, nor hers either, for she received it from hers.
And you merely hold it in trust, for it is your daughter's, when
you have one."
Kayla whispered halting thanks and held her mother to her
once more. She felt ashamed that her mother's trust in her was
misplaced. The necklace would ever be her treasure, reminding
her of what she had lost.
Her father approached. "Kayla, this gift I give to you.
Swear to me by the Two that you will meet Barion and go with
him."
_Gods above and demons below!_, fumed Kayla in shock. Her
father knew her as well as any. He was forcing her to do what
she most wanted to avoid; no one could forswear the Two and still
count themselves human. She glared at her father with raging
eyes, but he was unmoved.
"I won't have you on the road, girl. Swear." His voice was
stone.
Snarling, she swore. And then added a few others.
_Well, he certainly made our parting easy_, thought Kayla
as she sped away. _I am well quit of them_. She thought this to
herself again and again, like a chant that drove her feet. By
the time the village came into view, it sounded nearly
convincing.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 7 Tue Jan 26, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 22:26 EST
As Kayla entered the village, morning sun lit the thatch
roofs as brightly as torches. A few lingering wisps of morning
fog were spun away on the legs of merchants and traders as they
opened their shops and set out their wares. Kayla passed them by,
noticing them, really =looking= at them all for the first time in
years. _Goodbye, village_, she thought. _Goodbye, butcher,
potter, smith._ A few of the people greeted her and wished her a
warm day, but Kayla felt a chill in the air. She shivered and
pulled her woolen cloak tight.
The inn loomed before her, which was strange, for it had
never loomed before. Now, it seemed dark even in the
brightening day, and foreboding. Grimly, Kayla entered and
inquired after Barion. The innkeeper directed her to the stable,
where Kayla found Barion saddling two riding horses and readying
three packhorses for travel.
Barion graced her with his most enchanting smile, although
Kayla could only dimly appreciate its merits. "A warm morning
to you, beautiful and delightful one. Let me take your pack."
Barion stowed it upon the chestnut. "Allow me to introduce you,"
he said, indicating the horse. "Kayla, this is Bobwhite.
Bobwhite, meet Kayla." The chestnut horse seemed to understand,
for it whickered and nudged Kayla.
"A warm day to you," said Kayla absently to the horse,
scratching it behind the ears. The horse looked skyward,
thanking his equine gods. Barion surreptitiously handed her a
apple.
"Feed him and he'll follow you to the edge of the earth",
Barion whispered in her ear. "Or until somebody else feeds him."
Despite herself, Kayla smiled just a little before she
forced her mouth back into a frown. "Good horse," she murmured,
feeding Bobwhite the apple while still -skritching- him. Bobwhite
agreed that this was definitely good.
"I believe we are ready to depart. If you would mount..."
Kayla turned away from Bobwhite, much to his
disappointment, and faced Barion with crossed arms. "Barion, we
must speak on this matter of marriage. My father was so eager to
claim the purse you dangled before him that he failed to know my
wishes in the matter."
Barion focussed his attention on Kayla to such an extent
that it made her nervous. "And what are your wishes?" Had it
not been for his ever-present grin, Barion might have sounded
dangerous.
"I.. I do not wish to marry you. I wish to marry Kershal."
"And how could such a thing happen?"
"We...", Kayla started, but then trailed off. How =could=
she be wed to Kershal now? Even if her father could be
convinced to return Barion's money, and even if he would accept
whatever few coins Kershal could muster, what would the rest of
the village think? No bride feast? And how could Jord keep his
farm? Kayla would fight for Kershal, but she realized that she
was fighting Barion because he was a ready target.
Startlingly, he was close to her, grin shockingly absent,
pulling her hand to his lips and speaking tenderly. "Kayla, my
pretty one, it is three days from here to Gamesh, and then
another tenday until we dock in Kyceria. If you do not wish to
marry me by then, then I will not compel you to do so. Your
father may keep the money regardless. It is =you= I value."
Blinking, Kayla felt a rush of emotion looking up at his
serious face. Hesitantly, she embraced him. "That... seems
fair," she whispered into his shoulder.
* * *
That day, Kayla spoke to Barion little, and he did not
intrude upon her, correctly sensing that she needed time to
adjust to the changes that had swept through her life. Unfamiliar
feelings whirled within her until she thought that her head would
burst like an overripe melon.
_Father needs the money_, she ticked off for the thousandth
time. _Kershal can not pay, and Barion has. Barion is very
kind, and I will grow to love him. There is nothing wrong._
Kayla wasn't trying to talk herself into this, she was trying it
on for size. _Does this sound right?_ It was difficult to change
a years-long habit of assuming that Kershal would be her mate,
difficult to re- establish a knowledge of her own emotions.
The day yawned and retired while night slipped in to leach
the world of the color that the day had painted it with. Barion
led the party off the road a distance and made camp and fire.
Dinner could have been an uncomfortable affair, for there was
little talk, but it seemed to Kayla to be the silence of friends
that do not need to speak, rather than that of strangers who
fear to. Barion unpacked their bedrolls and Kayla noted with
relief that he did not place them too close together.
"We should make an early start," said Barion. "I would not
like to miss my ship."
"Then I will bid you safe night."
"And the same to you."
Neither of them moved.
_Oh, fush!_ though Kayla. _I think we're acquainted
enough_, and moved forward to kiss Barion safe night.
Barion, however, had moved forward a bit as well, and what
Kayla intended as a merely adequate kiss was suddenly a
lip-bruising embrace. Barion held her tightly and her stomach
vibrated and curled up into a knot and she got dizzy and _Kershal
=never= kissed me like =this=!_
When Kayla tensed against him, Barion released her. She
staggered back a step, staring at him staring at her, gasped
"Safe night", and retreated to her bedroll.
Her dreams that night were... eventful.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 8 Fri Jan 29, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 02:09 EST
"So, tell me of Kyceria, Barion. You must think my village
a flyspeck compared to such a great city." After the previous
day (and evening), Kayla found herself in a more talkative mood.
"What is it like?"
"Ah, Kyceria is a grand and enduring city. There is an
enormous marble quarry near that has been mined for centuries,
so that the streets are paved with marble and even the poorer
parts of town are constructed of it. Tastes changed as the years
passed; one section of the city is mostly pyramids, one towers,
and so forth: each quarter has its own style. As you would
expect, the finest sculptors of the world flock to Kyceria, and
there are statues and carvings everywhere. One may purchase such
for a pittance. The art serves as a fine export item." Barion
sighed happily. "I have heard that there are fairer cities in
the world, but I have not seen them."
The largest piece of marble that Kayla had ever seen had
been small, valuable carving. The thought of an entire city
made of it seemed incredible. "It sounds lovely! You will have
to tell me everything about it so that I will not seem such a
bumpkin when we arrive. Where will we live?"
"No one will think you a bumpkin, Kayla. In truth, some of
my citymates would be offended if a newcomer did not gasp and
point at the wonders there. Kycerians are quite impressed with
themselves."
"Oh, but not you, yes?"
"I am too impressed with your beauty and charm, Kayla, to
think of myself." It was outrageous flattery, but Kayla did not
find it objectionable.
The two passed the miles and the day away in chatter.
Kayla was becoming more comfortable with Barion and the thought
of life with him, for he was unfailingly thoughtful and
considerate. When she had mentioned that she was growing sore
from riding, Barion had shown her how to adjust her saddle. He
had prepared a delightful lunch from their provisions, and had
playfully fed it to her besides.
Kayla and Bobwhite had struck up a fast friendship. While
there had been horses on the farm, any riding Kayla had had time
for was brief and bareback. Bobwhite was an accommodating beast,
and did not take advantage of Kayla while she learned the reins.
Kayla was also lighter than most of the riders that Bobwhite had
carried in the past, nor was she in a hurry, so the horse was
content.
As they made their camp for the night, Kayla felt at ease,
her mind calm for the first time in days. She teased Barion
gently and made smart talk, and he returned it in affectionate
kind. When the time for sleep came, they kissed tenderly and at
length. Kayla felt safe and comfortable, enclosed in Barion's
arms. She had to shoo him back to his own bedroll, though.
* * *
The morning of the third day was heralded by blazing
sunshine that illuminated the normally shadowed forest floor with
unaccustomed brightness. Barion and Kayla breakfasted lightly,
packed their belongings, and resumed their travels.
"Have I told you of the wizards?" asked Barion.
"What, Shammas and Toraz?"
"No, not story wizards, the wizards in Kyceria."
Kayla made a sour face. "Now you're just throwing dust at
me. There's no such thing as real wizards!"
"Oh, indeed there are," replied Barion, nodding. "They'll
give you the pink plague as soon as look at you. If you ever
meet a wizard, don't take up his time, just get out of his way or
tell him what he wants to know. =Never= lie to a wizard."
"You're making this up," insisted Kayla, although she
didn't sound as sure.
"Have you ever heard of a trading house called Farralon?"
"No, the only trading we did on the farm was with
travelling muleskinners and tinkers. I don't think they had a
house, of either type."
"I am an agent for the House of Farralon. We... retain the
services of a wizard. She's not a pleasant woman."
"A woman?"
"Aye, she's a woman, and comely, too, albeit a vicious
bitch. Don't ever make her mad at you."
"I.. I won't." Kayla had never heard Barion speak in anger
before.
Rousing himself from his dark cloud, Barion pulled his
horse short. "It's early, yet, but I am famished. Let us break
for lunch."
Kayla smile at the return of Barion's light manner. "Oh,
yes, let's!"
Spread upon a blanket in the warming sun, they enjoyed a
full meal, free to exhaust their stores since Gamesh was but
half a day away. Afterward, they lazed in the sunshine, trading
idle pleasantries between kisses.
Kayla grew warm from Barion below her and the sun on her
back. She loosened the laces on her vest, and Barion loosened
them a bit more. His shirt gradually pulled free from his
breeches, and footwear periodically arched through the air to a
clump of grass. Their kisses grew bolder and more energetic.
Barion's hands slipped down Kayla's back and cupped her buttocks.
Squeezed. They slipped up the back of her vest, pulling the
laces apart, then circled around to find her breasts. Barion
strummed Kayla's nipples until her breath grew short, then
gripped them tightly. Kayla gasped. Barion began to slowly twist
the sensitive nubs. Kayla whined in rising pitch, panting and
grimacing, her face contorting as Barion increased the pressure.
_Two, I'm starting to =leak=_, she thought.
Kayla finally grasped Barion's wrists and pulled them free
from her aching breasts. She pushed herself erect, straddling
him. She looked at him critically, placing her hand over his
mouth when he began to speak. She traced the line of his jaw,
gripped it and turned his head left and right, as if she was
deciding if she would bid on him. Then, with a lopsided grin, she
pulled her vest over her head.
Barion's eyes and smile lit up at the sight off Kayla's
trim breasts, and he sat up to lavish more attention upon them.
Kayla hissed as he began to suckle one and fondle the other. Her
initiative dissolved under the delightful stimulation she was
receiving and her arms fell limp at her sides. Barion had more
than enough energy to compensate, however, and their remaining
clothes were pulled off quickly.
Kayla was moaning/whining under the unprecedented waves of
sensation that Barion's hands were invoking in her. It was all
she could do to hold on to him. His =hands=... they were
clutching her hips, sliding over her arse, flicking an erect
nipple, cupping her chin to steady her mouth for a tongue-
flashing kiss, =thumbing her clit=!
Kayla fell back, legs spread limply. _Oh, Two, how is he
doing this?_, she managed to think. He was licking her thighs
now, cradling her arse and drawing her closer, creeping upwards
until Kayla howled in anguished delight as he stabbed at her
center. Struggling and writhing, a wracking orgasm slammed into
her, possessing her. Her high-pitched shrieks were as much to
supply air for her straining body as they were to express the
exultation she felt.
Kayla did not pass out, but at some point she realized that
she was conscious. She was staring at the sky, and now she
recalled that she had been doing so for some time. She sat up
and saw Barion, naked, looking through the provender for an
additional bite. Kayla took advantage of his lapsed attention to
admire him. He was the first adult man she had ever seen naked,
and certainly the first to... =lick her=, to bring her to
completion. Her own nighttime diddling seemed insignificant in
comparison.
Barion turned back and saw that Kayla had recovered her
senses. "Dear one, you are remarkable! What awe-inspiring
convulsions! What cries of delight!"
"Barion...", trailed Kayla, worried. She had never heard a
man talk so.
"Oh, Kayla, don't be offended!" Barion urged, crawling
closer. "What does a man value in a lover but the evidence of the
pleasure he gives her? Come, let us couple in earnest! I wager
that I shall overcome you three times over!"
Kayla was not fully reassured by Barion's explanation, but
his skill soon caused her to delay any objection. Her body
seemed even more responsive than before to his touch, to his
lips, and in minutes she was whimpering again. His shaft fell
between her legs and slid on her slippery lips, producing fiery
ripples in Kayla.
"Barion... oh, Two, yes, I ache for you but mercy, Barion,
gently, I... I have never done this, fush, that =hurts=, oh
TWOOOOO!" Kayla pushed at him, but she might as well have tried
to hold back the sea.
Barion sliced wetly into her, spreading her around him,
stretching her. He could feel her vibrations through his shaft,
her grasping. She stared at his face in incredulity. _How can he
have this power?_ Barion withdrew and sucked all thought out of
her. The friction was exquisite and unendurable. He thrust and
filled her with lights that exploded behind her tightly shut
eyes. Spasms ripped through her; she physically couldn't let go
of him. Each stroke evoked a squealing grunt of helplessness
that built to heartfelt cries of unbearable stress. They beat
together, sweating in the sunshine, a pump drawing ecstacy from
the realm of the gods through their shuddering bodies.
Barion won his wager, and again, and again, until Kayla
truly did take her leave of the waking world.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 9 Sat Jan 30, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 04:17 EST
Kayla dreamed. She floated in emptiness, circled by a
blazing light that was her lover. It stroked across her, leaving
burning trails of sensation and delight. It moved faster,
passing through her body, dazzling her mind, making her twist and
come. Every time it penetrated her, pleasure flooded her, making
her limbs heavy. Her ability to move lessened, until she was
paralyzed, unable to shout in ecstasy as she was shot through,
and then unable to breathe at all.
Kayla awoke with a start, panting. She was on Bobwhite,
but there was something wrong with her. She couldn't move
properly. As she woke fully she realized that her hands were
tied around Bobwhite's neck, and her feet were bound together
under the horse. She looked about. Barion's horse was behind her
slightly, standing in the trail, but Barion was nowhere to be
seen. Only her cloak covered her naked body.
A small thrill of fear made her belly tighten. The woods
were quiet, save for a few birds. A leaf occasionally wafted to
the forest floor. From the sun, Kayla judged that it must be
early evening.
She worked at the thong around her wrists, but she couldn't
see the knot in front of the horse, and only succeeded in
tightening it. She pulled on it, starting to slip into panic.
"Barion." She had intended to speak normally, but what came
from her constricted throat was a croaking whisper.
"Barion." That was better, although her voice quavered
badly. She was acutely aware of her helplessness. She jerked
against the bonds. Bobwhite was stepping nervously, unable to
interpret her struggles as any sensical command.
As she was gathering her breath for a full-throated scream
of desperation, Barion appeared beside her, pulling her head
down for a kiss.
"Warm day, dear one! I apologize for leaving you here, but
I had to relieve myself; I was just by the side of the road. I
tried to wake you after our lunch" -- Kayla twitched in erotic
memory -- "but you were quite insensate. We spent the whole
midday in loveplay, and we had rather less time to reach Gamesh
than I would have liked. So as not to delay any further, I
secured you to Bobwhite. We've been riding for some few hours."
Kayla sighed in relief. The =danger= she had felt... "I
see, Barion. I am awake now; release me."
Barion grinned. "You make quite a sight, though, tied hand
and foot. What if some brigand had happened upon you?" He slid
a hand up her leg to her arse, fondling it.
"Barion..." Kayla pleaded.
"Why, he'd have his way with you, and take you like a
drinking house tart!" Barion stoked her nether lips, making Kayla
jerk. The patterns on his fingers were distinct, individual
shocks of pleasure on her inner surface.
"Barion!" Her tone was nearly that of complaint.
"And there'd be naught you could do. You'd have to submit
to his every debauched desire!" Barion slowly penetrated her,
making Kayla groan as his callused finger rasped against her raw
flesh, widening the pleasantly sore muscles. She could feel her
crotch growing damp.
Barion whispered in her ear as he worked upon her wet
opening. "You'd be completely helpless... completely
helpless...". He pushed another finger into her, causing her to
cry out. He was flexing them inside her, pushing against her
insides in strange and stimulating ways. "And then you'd COME!"
His thumb jabbed her slick pearl, producing a lightning impact
in her. Kayla did come, shouting and jerking against the thongs
that bound her, discomforting Bobwhite considerably, as she was
choking him.
Barion had to cut the cords from her wrists and ankles, as
her struggles had pulled them too tight to untie.
* * *
Kayla's mind was busy as they rode toward Gamesh. She was
too flustered to make coherent conversation, but she determined
to speak to Barion soon upon this matter of coercing her love.
While she hadn't meant to give herself to him before they were
wed, and she did not truly regret the act, it had been her
decision. She could hardly blame Barion for accepting; the
customs concerning loveplay were certainly different in Kyceria
than in her village. The event on the horse was something else.
It was near to rape. Being bound and vunerable had evoked some
primal sentiment in her that unsettled Kayla.
She was also surprised at the sensations that Barion had
awakened in her. Awaken seemed a good word; it was as if her
body had been asleep. Her sex seemed acutely sensitive now --
even the gentle bobbing of the horse between her legs sent
pleasant twinges through her. When she turned, she felt the
fibers in her vest scrape against her nipples. Kayla was
embarrassed that she was looking forward to their arrival in
Gamesh more for the room Barion had said that they would rent,
rather than the sight of a new city. She was already fantasizing
what they would do. Kayla hoped that the bed was firm. Barion
was as exciting and skilled a lover as she could imagine, and she
longed for him to repeat the stunning experience he had given
her at midday. She squirmed in her saddle and Barion asked her if
anything was wrong.
"Just... thinking," Kayla replied softly.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 10 Mon Feb 01, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 02:20 EST
Gamesh was the biggest pig sty Kayla had ever seen. Even
the dark of night and the salt air blowing in from the sea could
not mask the fetid odor of excrement and rot that choked the city
like a sodden, decaying blanket. The roads, or at least the
space between the crude buildings, were in worse repair than
those in the forest and frequently blocked with unmoving bodies.
Screams, drunken or otherwise, echoed in the black streets.
Kayla was appalled; this was not what she had expected. She
kept her horse near Barion's.
They stopped at a decrepit structure within sight of a row
of docks and Barion dismounted. "This unfortunate structure is
our shelter for the night, Kayla. It is the best this armpit of
a town has to offer, I'm afraid." He aided an unenthused Kayla
from her horse and handed the reins of both to a disinterested
stableboy.
If the exterior of the building had promised little, at
least it was more palatable than the interior. The room was
barely lit, and Kayla was glad that she couldn't see the grimy
men and women any better. She clung to Barion's arm as he spoke
briefly with whom she took for the innkeeper. He was short and
twisted and smelled like he bathed in horse dung. Diligently.
The small man muttered under his stinking breath and
dismissed the two with a wave upstairs. Kayla stayed close to
Barion as they threaded their way over drunkards and wenches and
other, less recognizable but no less unconscious forms.
Finally Barion closed the door on a small, smelly room that
Kayla would have hesitated to use as an outhouse. There was no
window, a rumpled straw tic promised fleas aplenty, and the
floorboards were warped. Kayla reflected that it did have the
virtue of keeping everyone else out, nor was it on fire.
"Not very pretty, is it?" asked Barion with a wry grin.
Kayla was not in a mood to appreciate it.
"It's... it's... it's only for tonight, isn't it, Barion?"
Kayla, asked, a little desperately. "Did you not say we were
shipbound come morning?"
"Aye, and you'll find the _Esmerelda_ a sight better than
this, I promise you. She's anchored off the north dock, I saw
her as we arrived. I'd take our quarters there now, but old
Pargem's a piece of salt bread, and he wouldn't take kindly to
our rousing him and his ship at this hour."
"Well, if it's only for one night, I suppose I can sleep
anywhere," sighed Kayla.
"Sleep?" laughed Barion, embracing her from behind, cupping
her breasts and nipping her neck. "We've time aplenty for sleep
tomorrow, and for days after. Are you so soon tired after your
nap?"
Kayla had indeed been about to protest her fatigue, but in
truth she was not so tired, and Barion's lips were delicately
pulling at her throat, and his fingers were catching her nipples
through her vest. She turned in his arms and greeted his lips.
She found his tongue caressing her own lips from within, an act
she found stirringly intimate, and matched his advances with her
own. Perhaps sleep could wait a bit.
They shunned the verminous palette, making a bed of their
clothing instead. Barion soon had Kayla gasping in delight,
alternating soft touches with hard, grasping and stroking, then
repeating the shockingly erotic licking of her vulva. Just as
she was about to descend into completion, though, he withdrew his
tongue.
"Wha.. do... moooore!" cried Kayla, nearly inarticulate
with frustration.
"The tide goes both in and out, Kayla," murmured Barion.
"Will you not grace me with the pleasure I give you?"
"Yes, anything, just... continue! Please..."
Barion had reversed himself beside Kayla so that his shaft
was before her lips. "Then take me in your mouth, as I do you,"
commanded Barion. Kayla was quick to obey, opening wide and
taking in as much as she could. She would do whatever he asked
of her if he would only resume... yes! His tongue swept through
her again. His hips pushed at her face, forcing him into her.
Kayla did her best to imitate Barion's lapping, but there was
little room in which to work. She wanted to please him, if only
because he would continue the cunning sipping and mouthing that
was picking her mind apart like a kitten does a ball of yarn.
Barion drilled down upon her pearl and Kayla spasmed.
Barion's hips twitched and a measure of his salty seed jetted
into Kayla. She could hear him, =feel= him growl between her
legs. Another spurt issued from his shaft, and another, and
Kayla swallowed him down. Kayla felt a new sensation below, a
penetration that was both strange and familiar at the same time,
something that ripped another orgasm from her. As Kayla
whimpered in her throes, Barion withdrew his finger from her
arse, then plunged it in again, causing the trembling girl to cry
out again.
"Turn over, my sweet," whispered Barion, but he turned her
himself and settled upon her back. "This will hurt a bit, but
this is the best time, I assure you." Kayla, still reeling, felt
the head of his shaft against her bunghole, felt it begin to
push.
"No...", she groaned. This mouthplay was scandalously
indecent, and all the more arousing for it, but there was
something =wrong= with what Barion was doing.
Barion either did not hear or acknowledge Kayla's refusal,
for he continued to enter her arse. He held her wrists to the
floor as he drove into her. He was dripping from her mouth, and
he had lubricated her arse with her own secretions. All that was
holding him back were her internal muscles, and those were
weakening. "Oh, Two, Barion, stop... it =hurts=."
"I know, little one. It always does, the first time.
Don't fight it; let it hurt." Barion's tender words conflicted
with his brutal actions, confusing Kayla. She had done all he
asked; why was he hurting her so?
Kayla sobbed under Barion's attack. She felt as if he were
skewering her with a black rod of heated metal. That afternoon,
they had pleasured each other, giving of themselves freely. Now
he was taking her. His heavy body held hers down, his hands her
hers firmly immobile. She could only tap the floor weakly with
her legs.
The worst thing of all was the giant width of him splitting
her. Kayla had been content to let her mind dissolve under the
spasms that Barion had previously wrought upon her, but this was
a vicious assault on her senses. It seemed the pain was reaching
the same goal the pleasure had, but by a much darker route.
Barion had penetrated her fully and had paused to savor the
rippling contractions that circled him. Then he started to
withdraw, accompanied by Kayla's gasp. If it had hurt for him to
pierce her, what could Kayla call the sensation produced by his
exit? Pleasure? Relief? He stroked forward again, the intense
friction making Kayla grit her teeth and claw splinters from the
floor.
She felt incredibly full and spread. She was helpless
under him. The word "helpless" echoed in her mind. She
remembered the horse. When she was helpless, didn't Barion give
her pleasure? He left her again, sliding across unaccustomed
flesh. Did it hurt or not? Kayla couldn't decide. Barion's
hands released hers, then grasped her hips and lifted her to
widespread knees. "Is this not to your liking, dear one? I know
that it must have been displeasing at first, but is it now so
unpleasant?". He insinuated a finger into her channel, stroking
deftly, stirring her to distraction. Kayla arched and could not
deny him.
"Nooo... it is not... I can bear it... oh, Two, don't tease
me, do as you will, just... I want..."
"You will, my sweet, I promise you." Barion pulled her back
onto his shaft with irresistible force, prompting an agonized
wail from Kayla. "I will provoke such sensations in you as you
can not imagine." If Kayla could have seen his demon smile, he
would not have revealed it.
Kayla groaned under a quickening beat, twisting like a
madwoman. It didn't hurt anymore, it just... felt. There was no
longer any quality to the sensation, only intensity. Trying to
assign a label like "pain" or "pleasure" to it was futile,
irrelevant; it was like trying to decide if sunlight was left or
right. The intensity grew as Barion thrust with controlling
force. It grew as Kayla thrust back with slavish acceptance. It
blotted out every other thought or perception in her mind. In
that respect, it was just like what Barion had done to her at
their lunch. Even if she had been capable of it, Kayla would not
have been surprised at the resultant orgasm that blew her
consciousness out like a candle.
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Category 9, Topic 39
Message 11 Sun Feb 07, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 23:31 EST
Kayla awoke slowly within the circle of Barion's arms. It
took a moment for her to remember where she was, a moment more to
recall who was nestled behind her. As soon as she moved to rise,
she remembered what they had done the previous night; between the
riding, her sexual initiation, and the perverse assault her arse
had endured, she was quite sore. She didn't know if she was
angry at him or not; Barion had rudely forced himself upon her,
and caused her no little pain, but then had bestowed such
delightful spasms upon her that it seemed churlish to complain.
"We shall have a talk, he and I," vowed Kayla. "Barion must
accustom himself to obtaining my consent before we explore other
unusual loveplay."
The object of her thoughts did not sleep long once she had
roused, and he pulled her down her a lusty kiss. "Warm morning,
my pet. Are you very sore?" His tone was tender.
His immediate concern upon waking blunted her anger
somewhat. "I suppose I can walk. You were very rough with me,"
she chided, looking away.
Barion laughed and hugged her to him. "Aye, I'm sure the
all the inn could hear your shrieks of agony! They'll be
stunned to see you whole after the terrible punishment you must
have endured!"
"It wasn't =that= terrible..." Kayla whispered. Then her
eyes grew wide. She turned to Barion and gripped his arms.
"Barion! I... I was loud..." -- Barion nodded enthusiastically --
"Everyone will know we've been... =intimate=."
"Aye, they knew us for bedmates when we entered, and you've
not given them cause to doubt it. And what of it? Are you not
bonded to me?" Kayla nodded. "Then none may gainsay us." Barion
stood and stretched, affording the still kneeling Kayla a
breathtaking view of his attributes.
Barion extended his hand to her. "Shall we go? The
_Esmerelda_ will leave well before noon, and you wouldn't want to
spend another three tendays here waiting for it to come by again,
would you?"
Kayla, standing, looked about the stinking hovel and
shuddered. "Let us pack, and quickly."
* * *
The two forwent a morning meal at the dubious inn, instead
hoping for breakfast on board the _Esmerelda_. The air blowing
in from the sea kept the town's miasma at bay, and Kayla was
beginning to warm to the idea of shipboard travel.
And such ships! Kayla had never seen their like, or even
any other craft but rafts and fishing boats. These were tall
three- masters, and they were serviced by swearing and sweating
dockhands that ferried boxes, crates and barrels to and from the
vessels. Gulls wheeled about the sails, diving for scraps left by
careless or generous seamen.
Barion explained the mechanics of shiptrade as they walked.
"This fleadung town exists only to serve as a waystation for
ships trading on the Karsah, and to fleece the sailors of
whatever meager wages they earn with drink and women. Don't judge
the rest of the world by this miserable example." Kayla was much
cheered, for she had feared that Barion had exaggerated his
city's virtues.
Presently they drew near the _Esmerelda_ and Barion hailed
the ship's master, who was supervising last-minute loading. He
was initially indifferent to Barion's request to see the captain,
but Barion spoke firmly and with authority, and the grizzled salt
relented ungraciously. Kayla was somewhat puzzled by Barion's
approach. Hasn't he made travel arrangements? It seemed as if
he was a stranger to the crew.
When they were shown to the captain's quarters, Kayla's
fears were confirmed. Barion had to argue fiercely with the
captain, Golbur by name, to allow their passage, threatening him
with the revocation of all Faralon trading with not only his ship
but the entire merchant house under whose banner he sailed.
Golbur was not happy, but agreed in the end. He bade them be
gone and instructed a ship's boy to show them to a spare cabin.
"Barion, what was all that about? I thought you had made
travel arrangements."
Barion's grin turned rueful. "I did, but not with this
ship. In fact, the only reason that I was passing through your
village was that I had missed the _Falcon_, my original passage,
and was hurrying towards Gamesh to catch this very ship before I
was stranded. But it was a happy accident, for without it, I
would not have met you."
"Hmmm. Captain Golbur was not happy to see us."
"No, he's gifted with a thick head, and sailors consider
women passengers bad luck. You'll have to keep to the cabin, or
you might be tossed over the side."
"Oh, Barion, I've never been to sea before. I want to look
at everything!"
"There's precious little to look at, once we're away; just
a blue horizon. You wouldn't want to be looking at it from below
the waterline, would you?"
"I suppose not. It's but a tenday, you say? I expect I
can make do."
"That's my girl; endurance is a admirable quality in a
woman. Stay here, I shall fetch us some food from the galley and
we shall have a fine feast to mark our departure."
* * *
Kayla watched through the small porthole as her homeland
receded until the sea rose to block her view, and sighed. _Less
than a tenday ago, I was but a farmchild,_ she thought. _And now
I shall be the wife of a great merchant in a great city. I
didn't think it was possible for one's life to change so quickly.
Certainly, not for the better_. She fingered her mother's
necklace. _I didn't expect to miss home at all, but I do, even
now._
After breakfast, Barion had left to discuss some business
with the captain, and had left firm instructions that Kayla
should remain within the cabin. Kayla had seen the sailors
staring at her with undisguised hostility; it took no great
effort to remain below.
After a time Barion returned. "I have had a few more words
with the captain. Tomorrow, it will be safe for you to go above
deck, for he will speak to his crew regarding you, and order them
not to molest you. It would be better, though, if I accompanied
you at such times." Barion patted his side, where he had
exchanged his formidable dagger for an even more forbidding
sword. "Seacrew are not drawn from the most obedient portion of
men."
"I don't think that I would dare venture outside without
you, Barion."
"That's settled then. Oh, there is one more thing." He
turned to his luggage and began to search it. "I had meant to
give this to you later.... ah!... but circumstances force me to
present it to you now." He turned and Kayla saw that he held a
exquisite broad collar, gold in color and studded with green
gems. White stones studded the top rim and the interior was
cunningly lined with fleece. Barion put in Kayla's hands, and
she examined it unbelievingly.
"Barion... is... are these real gemstones?"
"Aye, they are, emeralds and diamonds, although it's only
gold plated."
Kayla sputtered. "=ONLY= gold plated?!"
"Kayla, I am not the richest merchant in the land.
Besides, I hear that the solid gold ones are uncomfortably
heavy."
Kayla hefted the circlet. Two, perhaps three stones. She
certainly wouldn't want to wear anything much heavier than this.
"But, Barion... do you mean to give this to me?" Barion nodded.
"I can't take this... it is far too dear."
"Kayla, you must take it, and I shall tell you why.
Foremost, it is a custom in my land that women wear jewelry of
this type to mark the relationship we share; the materials and
workmanship indicate the esteem in which the woman is held.
Secondly, the crew are aware of this custom, and if you do not
wear it, they will tend to take you as unaffiliated, and feel
free to take liberties with your person."
Kayla nodded. There had been some young men in her village
that would not acknowledge her engagement to Kershal, no matter
how many times Kershal had forcibly reminded them. She raised
Barion's gift to her throat. "It's just... so beautiful." She
pushed the two halves together, and felt the latch click shut.
"I think it benefits from your reflected beauty, my dear
one." Barion drew her in for a kiss as she protested his
outrageous flattery. He began to kiss her neck above the collar
while pushing his hands under her vest, and Kayla felt that same
quiver in her belly that Barion was too expert in causing.
Barion broke from her, then threw the bolt in the door.
"Kayla.." he said, and the roughness in his voice sent a thrill
through the woman. "If it please you... remove your garments."
Kayla nodded hesitantly and began to unlace her vest. She
had never undressed before a man, and was embarrassed, despite
the intimacy she and Barion had indulged in. She drew the vest
over her head and heard Barion's hiss.
"I keep forgetting just how beautiful you are, Kayla. You
will have to show me again and again."
Kayla felt her face grow hot, and her nipples hard. She
untied the thong that held her skirt up and it dropped. A
twist, and her undergarment fell. She stood naked in the cabin,
her head bowed.
"You are well proportioned. Your breasts are not too
large," Barion commented as he drew near and hefted one,
thumbing a nipple, "nor are they meager. You arse," he
continued, squeezing her buttocks, "is pleasingly full." Kayla
was shuddering uncontrollably. Barion pulled her hair back and
began to braid it. "You hair outshines any gold I have seen."
"Stop...," moaned Kayla.
"Stop what?"
"Stop... taking about my =body= like that."
"How should I speak of it? It is pleasing to my eyes.
What do you think of it?"
"What?"
"What do you think of your body? Do you like it?"
"I've... never thought about it like that. It's just... my
body."
"Well, start to think." Barion seated himself on the floor.
"Show yourself off to me. Turn around."
"But, Barion... you've seen me."
"Nay, you've been crushed up against me, or it's been dark.
Raise your arms."
Kayla did so, although she was not sure why. Barion was
staring at her fixedly; she certainly had his attention.
"Turn around."
As Kayla followed Barion's instructions, turning this way
and that, bending and posing, she found that she was becoming
aroused. It was wicked to display her nakedness, but rather
enjoyable too, and Barion was fair demanding it of her. She felt
as if she had been forced to play the little girl too long at
home, and now Barion had drawn her into the light of her
maturity. How silly she had been to be embarrassed! If Barion
wanted to look at her, then let him look well! Kayla looked at
Barion through spread legs and smiled at him.
As her posturing became more sensuous, Barion shifted on
the floor, finally standing. His grin was hungry. "It seems as
if I should afford you the same opportunity," he said,
undressing. His erection was, in Kayla's eyes, enormous. Kayla
immediately knelt to examine him closely. She lifted his
ballocks, tested their resiliency, noting which actions caused
her man to gasp or groan. Barion finally guided her head, and
guessing what he wanted, Kayla took him in. From her kneeling
position, Kayla was able to more effectively apply her tongue to
the underside of his shaft. He seemed to like that. Barion
grimaced and fell back against the cabin wall as Kayla pulled
the semen from him. Her last few licks prompted Barion's most
enthusiastic responses yet, as he withdrew from her and held her
questing mouth back.
"Too... sensitive," he gasped.
"Oh, it that so? And so was my bunghole yesterday, Barion.
Was it not you who said, 'The tide goes both in and out'?" Kayla
pushed him back onto the small bunk and mounted him, reversed.
She settled upon him, muffling his groans, and proceeded to lick
him mercilessly, as he did her, until orgasms wracked them both.
Kayla was still idly flicking her tongue across the head of
his shaft when she drifted off to sleep.
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Category 9, Topic 39
Message 12 Thu Feb 11, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 00:37 EST
Kayla had overheard girl talk about loveplay, and she had
gathered that it would be mildly pleasant, but nothing had
prepared her for the searing, intense experience of it. Kayla
thought about Barion more and more during the day, about what he
had done, about what he might do.
Barion brought dinner, and afterwards, they again returned
to the bunk. Kayla loved the feel of Barion pushing into her,
loved the stunning orgasms he forced upon her. After a bout that
left her whimpering and twitching, Barion went to his pack and
returned with a length of leather strap.
Kayla, still foggy, was remotely alarmed. "Barion..." She
wanted to tell him to explain these new pieces of bedlore before
he demonstrated them, but she never seemed to be able to find the
words when she needed them.
"Do not fear, dear one. You will find this pleasant, I
wager." He lay next to her, then pulled her on top of him,
kissing her. He drew the doubled leather over her arse, flicking
her lightly.
Kayla had tensed at first, fearing that he would strike
her, but as Barion continued to tease her rear, she relaxed and
returned his kisses. Barion cupped and squeezed one nether cheek
while tapping the other, slowly increasing the force. Too
slowly, thought Kayla.
"You... can do it a little harder than that," murmured
Kayla, surprised at herself. Barion started to tap her harder,
setting off little bursts of sensation, making Kayla catch her
breath and utter soft "ha"s.
Barion moved his left hand to Kayla's back and strapped her
previously untouched buttock, making Kayla groan and draw on leg
up. One side of her was tingling hotly, the other ached. She was
twisting her arse back and forth, making it difficult for Barion
to either aim or concentrate.
"Let me up, Kayla," said Barion, rising. "Now kneel over
the bunk." An aroused Kayla offered no protest, but swiftly
positioned herself as Barion had requested, then cried out as
Barion struck her.
"Was that too hard, my dear?" asked Barion, running his
fingers through Kayla's mound, insinuating them into her.
"Errrgh, no, fush, do... hit me, keep doing that with your
hand.."
"Of course, my sweet. Just as you say," Barion replied
silkily, resuming the beating. He would lay a stroke across her
that made her jump, then draw a rough fingertip across her wet
lips. Kayla was lost in a confusion of impulses and feelings,
emotional and physical. She couldn't stop her hips from dancing.
She whimpered. All she knew was that she wanted more.
Barion gave her more.
He laid into her, leaving red welts. He thrust his thumb
into her arse. He cut across the base of her cheeks. He
grasped the bud at the peak of her sex and applied a firm,
increasing pressure. Everything he did made Kayla howl in
pleasure.
After a final, quick series of sharp strikes, Barion
growled, "Stand."
She had to lift herself by the framework of the bunk, but
Kayla managed to do so. Barion pulled her hands behind her, and
Kayla stood, panting, trembling, as Barion wrapped the cord about
her wrists. He pushed her back onto her knees, and pulled the
cord up, bending her arms straight up and forcing her face into
the thin mattress. He tied the cord off and admired his prize,
kneeling and bound, awaiting his pleasure.
Kayla didn't, couldn't think; she was completely dazed. If
Barion wanted to tie her wrists, she couldn't consent; neither
could she object. But she could feel him pry her apart and enter
her, and she could pull the cord taunt as Barion thrust against
her sore, sweaty arse, and she could cry out as she came again
and again...
Barion smiled, watching Kayla's fingers clutch as he
hammered into her.
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Category 9, Topic 39
Message 13 Sun Feb 21, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 05:13 EST
Kayla woke with sore wrists and arse. Barion had untied
her at some point; Kayla's memory had failed under the strain of
her experience and she couldn't remember all the details. She
was upset, but didn't really know why. She wanted be angry at
Barion, but he had given her ample opportunity to object, while
also somehow preventing her from doing so. She shuddered,
remembering both the pleasure and the pain he had given her, and
Barion awoke.
"Warm morning, my pet. You're making a habit of waking
with a sore behind, aren't you?"
"Barion... you... I feel..". Kayla snorted. She was
grasping for words like a child! "I do not like what you are
doing with me."
"You do not? Why?"
Damn him! Barion never responded as Kayla expected. _Why
can't he just =argue= with me?_ "These things we do make me
feel..." Barion looked at her expectantly, patiently. Once
again, Kayla could not claim the word she needed.
"Let us go above and take breakfast, and you can think on
the matter," suggested Barion, and Kayla could see no way to
forestall him. Once again resolving to settle this matter with
him, she dressed, as did he, and the couple emerged from the
cabin.
The _Esmerelda_ was not a new ship, but it was
well-constructed and had aged with grace. Kayla took in as much
as she could of the vessel -- it was the largest made thing she
had ever seen and she was fascinated by it. She asked Barion
what purpose various parts of the ship served, and Barion
explained, showing a working knowledge of shiplore.
Kayla saw several sailors look at her, not with the anger
she had evoked when she had boarded, but still with no great good
will. Barion bade her ignore them, but Kayla was still uneasy.
They entered the galley and Barion seated Kayla next to the
captain, who eyed her wordlessly, and Barion sat opposite her.
"Calm seas, Captain. I see you have spoken to your crew."
"Aye."
"You have my thanks, and Kayla's as well, I'm sure." Kayla
hastened to express her gratitude. A silent crewman served her a
plate of salted meat, some biscuits, and a small piece of fruit.
"S'nothing." Captain Golbur, it seemed was a man of few
words, although Barion seemed not to notice, as he chatted gaily
on, speaking of the weather and events spanning the known lands.
"Captain," said Kayla, when Barion had perforce stopped to
take a breath, "why are the crew so averse to my presence? They
are no strangers to womenkind, I'll wager."
"Hnnn. The crews likes ter have a slash.. um.. a =woman=
on board, but's mer offen she's a whore, an this trip's not been
profitable enough, so we's got none. So they's were a mite...
resentful of a passerger. Yer man here splained things though,
so's they'll keep ther hans offen you and tached to ther wrists,
ya savvy?" Golbur exposed stained teeth to mark his jest.
"Ah... yes."
"Corse, iffen yer gan be shriekin like a stuck pig all the
night, yer be makin the lads restless." Kayla flushed pink and
stared at her plate. That explained the looks she had received!
Golbur turned to Barion. "Mebbe ya should be gaggin 'er, hnn?
I'm not tellin ya what to do with yers, ser, but you'll not wanna
stir the boys up o'ermuch."
"Thank you, captain, that's an excellent suggestion. I'll
be sure to mute her come the night. We wouldn't want to
discomfort the crew, WOULD WE, Kayla?"
Kayla jumped at the sharp tone and iron gaze Barion
directed at her. "No, Barion," she replied softly.
"You =are= quite loud. You wouldn't mind being gagged
while I'm bedding you, would you?"
Kayla couldn't face Barion. There was a hollow space in
the pit of her stomach. How could he talk like that to her?
"No," she whispered.
"What, Kayla? Speak up."
"No, I wouldn't mind," she consented. Kayla felt dizzy,
out of breath. She could hear the blood singing in her ears.
"Good, we'll try that tonight when we couple."
* * *
That night, Barion did indeed gag Kayla. She meant to
persuade him otherwise, but once again, Barion sidestepped her
objections and Kayla found herself consenting.
A gag, Kayla found, is not intended to prevent one from
making sounds so much as it is intended to prevent one from
speaking intelligibly. Since she couldn't speak even if she
tried, she didn't try. Her grunts and shrieks were muted
somewhat, but no less plaintive; and it seemed to lend an even
more erotic air to their carnal activities, for Kayla could howl
with abandon and give the ecstasy that boiled within her free
voice.
Night after night, Barion introduced some new game or
device or bit of obscure technique. Kayla, initially reticent,
became enthusiastic, and even insistant; Barion made sure that no
matter what discomfort Kayla suffered at first, it served as a
herald to the pleasure that was to come.
* * *
Eventually, the journey drew to a close, with Kyceria but
hours away. Kayla and Barion drowsed through the heat of the
afternoon, amusing themselves with lazy caresses and idle
chatter. Barion had demurred talking overmuch of Kyceria,
insisting that Kayla would have to see the city for herself.
Kayla had been initially hesitant to tell much of her own
experiences, feeling that Barion would consider them bucolic, but
he had a way of drawing her out, and Kayla retold the notable
memories of her life, culminating in the storm, Tylar's
departure, and Kershal.
"Kayla... When I first saw you, I thought you a pretty rose
to pluck, and gave little thought to your wishes. I feel now
that I may have done you a disservice. Are you sorry that I took
you away?"
Kayla looked beyond the cabin's ceiling. "There really was
little for me there, Barion. Did you know that my village is so
small, it has no name? Everyone just calls it 'the village'.
Gamesh is the closest settlement, although no one goes there, and
now I know why." Kayla turned and drew circles on Barion's chest
with her fingertip. "I suppose, in time, I would have wed
Kershal, and we would have tended his farm, and I would have
raised his children, and I would have grown old and gray and
withered like my mother." Even as she was startled that she would
say such a thing, Kayla realized that it was true. All the life,
all the color had drained out of her mother, even since Kayla had
been a child.
Kayla looked Barion full in the face. "You have been the
most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, Barion. You
are the kindest man I have ever met. I can be a different person
when I am with you, someone I cannot be with anyone else, someone
I did not even know I could be." Kayla laid her head on Barion's
shoulder and whispered, "Barion of Kyceria, I would be wed to
you."
"Kayla... Kayla, my sweet... You can not know what it means
to me to hear you say that. My heart is glad, indeed."
They made slow love, and Kayla left tears of joy on
Barion's chest.
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Category 9, Topic 39
Message 14 Sun Feb 21, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 05:44 EST
When they had roused themselves, the _Esmerelda_ had nearly
docked. Kayla was distressed; she had wanted to see the city
come into view. The two dressed and packed, then emerged onto
the deck with their luggage.
"Two Above...," whispered Kayla. Kyceria was =enormous=.
She thought she had imagined a large city, but now she saw that
her fancy was laughably inadequate. The city lay on a rise and
as far as Kayla could see, gleaming structures of white threaded
with green and red receded into the distance. There were single
buildings larger than her village. She had to steady herself on
Barion's arm.
"It's not much, but it's home," teased Barion. Kayla
couldn't speak. "You know, you looked like this when I first met
you."
Kayla looked wide-eyed, open-mouthed at Barion, then turned
back to Kyceria.
After the unavoidable first impression that the buildings
made, Kayla started to notice the =people=. Kayla's past
experience held nothing that could be compared to the mass of
people that she could see, even from her remote vantage point.
The docks and the city stretched from the distance to her left
into the distance to her right. There were at least thirty other
ships within ready view, dock crews servicing them, merchants on
the waterfront, pedestrians, passengers in carriages...
Kayla had to sit down on the deck.
"I'm a little... dizzy. It will pass in a moment." Kayla
was breathing in gulps.
Barion seated himself beside her. "I'll wait here too, if
you don't mind." Kayla gratefully clutched his proffered arm.
* * *
The couple sat while the _Esmerelda_ docked, and by the
time the gangway was in place, Kayla had gathered herself
sufficiently to disembark, and was positively giddy, skipping
down the dock and spinning her head to see all the strange goods
and peoples.
"What will we do now, Barion? When can we be wed? Do you
have a home here? What is it like? Must you travel much? Will
you be away long? Are you =terribly= rich?"
"Ha! Slow down, pet, you've years to spend here. What
should we do, hmm, well, I suppose I should make you official.
Kyceria has a large bureaucracy and things must be done in just
the right way."
Barion had to stop and explain the concept of "bureaucracy"
to someone whose sole government up to that time had been her
father and the village senior.
"What do you mean, 'official'?"
"The government likes to know who is planning on staying in
Kyceria long; citizen, merchant, visitor, what-have-you. There
will be frightful complications if I don't register you right
away. Coach!"
Barion hailed a passing carriage and helped Kayla aboard.
Barion gave the driver an address and they picked their way
through the crowded roads into the city proper.
"Barion, we are not being wed yet, are we? I'm wearing my
leathers, I have a dress in my pack --"
"No, dear one, not yet. Besides, this is just a simple
legal matter; there's nothing of show."
"Oh, good. Now that I think on it, the dress I have is
rather plain, especially compared to THAT!" Kayla pointed out a
shimmering orange gown being worn by a highborn woman riding in
the other direction. "Oh, Barion, may I please buy a dress
before we are wed? Perhaps not =that= dress, it must be too dear,
but a nicer dress than the one I have, oh, please?"
"Kayla, my sweet, you shall have many new clothes, and they
shall be exceedingly fine. I plan to give you many gifts to...
ah, here we are!"
The carriage had stopped at a large marble building, larger
than even its sizable brethren. Kayla stepped down while Barion
paid the driver, and they entered.
Kayla really was trying not to attract to much attention
from the other people milling in the hall, but she had never been
inside such a large enclosed space and her head kept whipping
around to see everything. Fat columns formed a double line to
support a muraled ceiling that was so distant that Kayla could
only pick out pieces of the design. She was still trying to make
out what a patch of red was when Barion opened a door and
ushered Kayla through it.
The room they entered was smaller and less intimidating,
but no less well- crafted. A man in robes sat behind a marble
bench, and two bored guards leaned against a wall, whispering to
each other. Barion approached the seated man and handed him a
parchment that Barion had produced.
Kayla looked at Barion inquisitively, but Barion covered
his mouth with his hand, indicating silence. Kayla nodded and
waited for the seated man to finish reading.
He did, and looked at Kayla. "Your name is...?"
"Kayla D"jord, senior." Kayla guessed that this man,
although not much older that her, should be accorded respect.
"These proceedings meet with your approval?"
"They do, senior."
"Hmm. Doland, get me the scepter, will you?"
One of the guards moved to a small metal door set into the
wall, fumbled with a key, and then opened it. From the hollow
within, he drew am arm-long shaft of silvery metal topped with a
blue gem and handed it to the seated man, who then handed it to
Kayla.
"Tell a lie," he directed.
This caught Kayla off-guard, but she complied. "I have
bright green skin." Immediately, the gem flared red, startling
Kayla so much so that she nearly dropped the rod.
"Do you understand that you cannot successfully lie while
holding the rod?" asked the man. He seemed completely
disinterested.
"I do," replied Kayla.
"I ask you again, do these proceedings meet with your
approval?"
"They do, senior," Kayla repeated. The gem, of course, did
not change.
"Are you here of your own free will?"
"I am."
"Who put the collar around your neck?"
This seemed a strange question, but Kayla answered. "I
did, senior."
"Hmmm." The official took a quill and began to write on the
parchment while the guard took the rod from Kayla and locked it
away.
"Can you write? Can you sign your name or make you mark?"
"Yes, senior."
"Sign here." Kayla did as he was directed, and then Barion
signed, and then the man melted some wax onto the bottom of the
paper and impressed it with a seal.
"Fifty guilders." The man expected payment, and Barion
produced the money. He was handed the parchment, and then Barion
led Kayla back into the main hall.
"Barion, why did that man want to know who put the collar
on?"
"Oh, he just wanted to know if everything was legal. It is
a bit unusual to give up all your rights." Barion was grinning as
ever, but now that same smile chilled Kayla.
"What do you mean? Barion, you are frightening me."
"I have played a bit off a trick on you, Kayla. We shall
not be married; our relationship is going to be different."
"What... will it be?" Kayla dreaded the answer.
"You are now officially my slave."
Kayla waited for the funny part of the joke.
"That's what we just did, back there. This parchment is my
deed to you."
"Barion... do not... jest with me."
"I am quite in earnest." He grinned sincerely.
Kayla's blood was growing hot. "It seemed to me that the
man we just spoke with was quite concerned with my consent.
Perhaps I should go speak with him."
"It will change nothing. The law has been adhered to.
True, there may well be a few loose knots in its net, but..."
Barion shrugged.
The world spun around Kayla. "You... you =couldn't=. No
one could be that cruel! You said that we were to be wed!"
"I never! I merely failed to contradict you when you
assumed as much."
"You paid my =bride-price=!" Sobs were beginning to well up
inside Kayla.
"Yes, and never was a beautiful women bought so cheaply. I
shall make an obscene profit if I ever choose to sell you."
"I.. I loved you..." Kayla choked out.
"Oh, and you will again, frequently." Barion reached out
and grasped Kayla's collar, pressing one of the emerald studs.
Kayla felt, but could not see, the ring that popped out of it.
Barion had produced a chain and now clipped it to the ring. He
pulled her close. "You are going to be a very good slave, Kayla.
I can tell. Your body is mine now; and when I've taught you all
you need to know, I'll have your soul as well. You'll give it
to me, gladly."
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 15 Mon Feb 22, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 03:18 EST
Kayla sank to her knees in shock. Even her gasping sobs
and hot tears seemed unconnected to her. She barely noticed when
Barion bound her hands behind her back. Her illusion of
happiness had broken so suddenly that she didn't know what to
think or do. Barion had to carry her outside.
Kayla was dimly aware that she was riding in another
carriage, but it did not matter. Nothing mattered. She was
alone in a strange country, betrayed into slavery by the man she
had loved, and all she wanted was to cease existing.
Barion stroked her hair in absent sympathy as Kayla cried
herself out.
* * *
When Kayla awoke, the first thing that she was aware of was
the ache in her arms. Her hands were still bound behind her.
For a brief, pleasant moment, she thought that Barion must have
tied her last night before their loveplay. Then she remembered.
She sat up quickly. Kayla saw that she was in a small
cell, sitting on a bed that was set into the floor. There was no
door, just an absent wall. She stood and moved to look up and
down the hall she could glimpse, but discovered the body length
of chain that linked her collar to the frame of the bed. There
was a pail in one corner of the room, and a tray with bits of
food in the other.
In addition, her clothes had been taken.
Kayla sat on the bed again, trying to think. How could
Barion have done this? Kayla wasn't sure who was the bigger
fool, she for trusting Barion, or he for discarding the love she
would have given him. _Well, he will get precious little from me
hereafter_, Kayla vowed. _He'll receive no pleasure in my
ownership. I shall be the most difficult, contrary person he
has ever had the misfortune to meet._
Her resolutions were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
_Here he comes. He probably expects me to be ashamed of my
nudity. Well, I am, a bit... but he has seen all of me that there
is, so I shall bear it._ With that, Kayla stood and struck a
defiant pose.
The owner of the footsteps reached the opening to Kayla's
cell. "Kolker, we've got urselves a fetchin' one 'ere, don' we?
An' she's so proud!"
Kayla started as she saw not Barion, but two soldiers of
some type admiring her. With a hiss, she crouched behind the
bed.
"Aw, don' go covering up on our accounts, now, girl,"
grinned the second guard as he strolled up to Kayla. She was
trying to make as small a ball as she could.
"Yes, yer quite comely! Really fine tits, don'cha think,
Bill?"
"William, you knows I likes a good ass any day of the week.
Show us yer ass, girl!"
Kayla whimpered.
"Aw, she's scared, Bill. Must be new. They don't stay
scare fer long, does they?"
"An' that's the truth, William. Why, all too soon, fuckin'
their friendly guards two at a time is like a rest cure in the
country. I think it would be a positive treat for 'er to have us
now, considerin' what she' goin' to go through. It will give 'er
a fond mem'ry to look back on."
Kayla knew that they were trying to frighten her. They
knew they were succeeding.
"Bill, I can not find a fault with yer reasonin'". The
guards began to remove their armor. Kayla began to scream.
"Oh, that's such a uncomplimentary reaction, ain't it,
Bill? She don' like us."
"William, how can that be? She ain't even tried us, yet.
Now, iffen she still screams the fifth 'r sixth times, then
you've got grounds to feel insulted."
Bill grabbed Kayla by her hair and hauled her upright.
"I'll be takin' 'er asshole, iffen you don't mind, William?"
"You just help yerself, Bill." William cupped Kayla's
breasts. "'Er front seems nicely padded to me."
Kayla was nauseous with fear. She was going to be raped!
The two men kept her off-balance, pushing her, and her struggles
were more provocative that effective. There was a dull thud, and
William fell to the floor.
A hand sent Kayla sprawling onto the bed, and she heard a
frightened yelp just before another thud and a wheeze. Sitting
up, she saw Barion towering over the fallen guards. He was more
than furious; he was deadly.
"This woman is =mine=, you turds! Fuck your own women!
Fuck the Red School slaves! What would happen if I reported
your... liberties to Seraphima?" The two guards quickly covered
their genitalia as their eyes widened. "Exactly."
"We didn't know she was yers, did we, William?" Bill was
trying to edge out of the cell.
"No, ser, we didn't, ser. We didn't know what School she
was, ser. There's no need to..." His voice fell to a whisper..
"to reports us to =her=, ser. Couldn't we just be flogged 'r
somethin?"
"Hmm. Well... I suppose. Stand and face that wall." The
two hurried to obey. "And since it was Kayla who nearly bore the
brunt of your error, it amuses me to have her administer the
punishment." Bill and William looked at each other, then at
Kayla. Was this good or bad?
"Kayla, by great coincidence, I happen to have brought this
flog with me." Kayla suspected she knew with what intent Barion
had originally come. "Give these two curs a sound beating."
Kayla fixed Barion with an exasperated glance. "Barion,
for one thing, my hands are bound."
A flicker of embarrassment showed on Barion's face before
he released her.
"And secondly, I do not wish to beat anyone. That seems to
be =your= most earnest desire; why do you not beat them
yourself?"
Barion's voice was flat. "=I= only wish to beat
disobedient woman who require a lesson in manners, or women who
find it erotic and ask for me to beat them harder." Kayla winced
in memory. "These two really deserve a punishment, and it will
be at your hands, or Seraphima's devices." The two guards
whimpered. "I'm sure that they would prefer receiving their
licks from you." The two voiced eager assent.
"Also, if you do not beat them, I can only assume that
their advances were not unwelcome, and I will allow them to
continue to press their attentions upon you." Bill and William
grinned hopefully. "And since I will then =also= hand them into
Seraphima's tender mercies, they might bear you a bit of a grudge
for not sparing them that fate, and take it out upon you."
That made Kayla think.
"Please, miss, just go and whip us, an' it'll be for the
best all around."
Kayla shrugged and tested the distance. If it was a choice
between submitting to these two or thrashing them... _I wonder
if it's much like beating a rug_, she mused. _Mother always did
say nobody could beat a rug like me._
"No offense, miss, but with you bein' a slip of a girl,
it's not likely that yer goin' ta hurt us as much WAAAOOWGH!
=KOLKER=, miss, EASY!"
"Nonsense," said Barion. "You heard him, Kayla, you're not
as muscular as a man. You'll have to make it up with extra
effort."
Kayla had no intent on relenting. _Rape a chained woman
two at a time, eh? 'Fifth or sixth time', hmm?_ Kayla found that
there was a technique to placing the blows. A strike across the
back brought a heartfelt groan, but a cut across the base of the
buttocks brought forth most satisfying yelps. _This is rather
entertaining_, thought Kayla
When the two miserable guards began to sink to their knees,
Barion reached out and plucked the whip from Kayla's hand. "I
think they've had enough, don't you, dear?" he asked softly.
Kayla stared at him, sweating, breathing hard. He had
interrupted her concentration.
"I suppose so," she said with a pout, then sat on the bed.
"You two may go," instructed Barion. "I trust there will
be no repeat of this incident."
"No, ser," replied William, weakly. "You won't have any
more trouble from us. Will he, Bill?"
"It's not likely, William," agreed Bill as the two left.
"Not likely at all..."
Their voices could be heard dimly as the limped down the
hall.
"'o'd a' thought a little thing like 'er could 'and out
such a flogging?"
"I kinda liked it..."
Barion and Kayla giggled, then Barion drove his hand
between Kayla's thighs, and found her sex wet.
"Kayla, my sweet, you are quite aroused. Did you enjoy
causing their pain?"
Kayla attempted to dislodge his hand, with little success.
"They... deserved it." Barion's finger was stroking her.
"And that was all that was on your mind, that justice was
served? You must find right and wrong very erotic concepts."
Kayla had ceased pushing against Barion's arm. "Kneel over the
bed."
"What? No!"
"Absolutely! I shall take the same pleasure you took, and
then take you as well. Mind me! I can give you six that will
sting and have you willingly, or I can tie you to the bed, beat
you unconscious, and take you while you are still aswoon. Which
do you prefer?"
Barion's finger was flicking her pearl, and her earlier
resolve was forgotten. Kayla believed him. "Just... not =too=
hard..."
"Just hard enough, Kayla."
Kayla disengaged herself and knelt as requested. _Why am I
doing this?_ she asked herself. _Because I =want= him to hurt
me?_ But his first stroke brought her attention sharply from the
mental to the physical.
"Two, Barion, that's too hard," she groaned.
"Only five more, sweet. You can take it." And he struck
her again.
Her rear burned so! The aftershocks were almost as bad as
the initial blow; they faded much more slowly.
Another, and she gasped, clutching the thin sheet. Could
she take three more like this?
Another. It felt like he was taking the skin off. _Two
more. Only two more._
Another. Kayla's mouth writhed. The combined effect of
the blows was driving here mad. She waited for the last blow,
almost eagerly. One more, then it would be over.
Barion stroked the nether lips that were wet and swollen.
"You have one more to go, my dear."
Kayla shivered and nodded, but couldn't speak.
"If you like, we can forgo the last stroke."
Kayla waited.
"But then I will leave you, untouched. Or... would you
like a really firm hit? Something more than these love taps
before I bed you?"
Kayla groaned. He always made these requests of her with a
finger stirring her insides into a whirl. She hadn't refused
him yet, and she could not do so this time; not with the curled
tension within her yammering for release.
"Hit... me."
"What, dear?"
_Night take him, he heard me well enough._ "Yes, Barion,
please hit me as hard as you can."
"Ah, well, then."
Kayla gritted her teeth as she heard the hiss of air. She
didn't scream when he struck her; that would have required
control of her body. Echoes of pain rebounded through her body,
shaking it, causing spasms. Barion lifted her onto the bed and
entered her. She was more than wet enough, he was more than hard
enough. The shock of pleasure against pain =did= make her
scream; it was titanic. Soon, Kayla suffered in the throes of
spasms of a different sort, but no less severe.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 16 Thu Mar 04, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 01:57 EST
"Barion, you had my heart and then... threw it away. Why?"
Barion, lying atop her, kissed the back of her neck and
sighed. "Kayla, my pet, truly I am quite fond of you, and I do
feel somewhat the cad for deceiving you, but I am a businessman.
You will become the most marvelous slave, and you deserve more
than to rot away as some dirt-grubber's wife, bearing his yapping
pups. I have entered you here as a Gold School girl, although I
suppose I should explain what that means."
"You could explain where 'here' is, as well."
"Ah, this is the Academy, evidently =not= famous the world
over. The House of Faralon maintain this institution to train
the many slaves it buys and sells.
"There are several schools of female slaves; each one
commanding a different price for its graduates.
"Lowest are the Red School girls; uncomely, trained only in
menial tasks and inept in giving pleasure. You would see a Red
School girl bought by a tavern, or on board a ship like the
_Esmerelda_. Most of the initiative of a Red School girl has
been beaten out of her. We do not have many here, for the House
prefers to deal in quality merchandise, although some Green
School girls prove that the initial estimate of their gifts was
too complimentary.
"Green School women are not unpleasant to look upon, and
have an effective working knowledge of men and their lusts.
They will ease their master's lives with some few skills, music,
dance, what have you. The majority of slaves you will see are
Green School.
"You, my dear, are at present a Gold School candidate; I
don't suppose you can appreciate what a compliment that is. You
are quite beautiful and are possessed of a fine spirit and a
deeply sensuous nature. You are also quite the submissive. I
trust that you will learn well what you are taught here and
graduate with honor."
Kayla was bemused. "I had no idea that kidnapping someone
could grow into so complex a system."
"You came with me willingly, Kayla. And I think, in time,
you will not regret it. You will have status as a Gold, and
perhaps you might impress your tutors so that you are promoted to
White School, which is the summit of your class. To be a White
School girl is no small thing."
Kayla tried to explain, once again. "Barion, I don't
=want= to be a slave, whatever color or School."
"Well, you've little say in the matter. Thousands of women
have passed through here; you will be trained to the best of your
capacity, like it or no. You can only make life difficult for
yourself; not for anyone else. Did you =want= to be a farmgirl?
Did anyone ask you?"
"No... but I was born to it. It was the life I was
accustomed to."
"And you were born woman as well. You will grow accustomed
to this life, sooner than you might think. But enough talk! I
grow stiff again; perhaps your rear once more...." He applied
grease to Kayla's anus, lubricating the puckered opening.
Tears leaked from Kayla's eyes as Barion began to penetrate
her. It was so degrading to be taken like this, so embarrassing.
But that indignity paled compared to shame she felt when, mere
minutes later, she cried out in exultation. No matter how rude
or painful his advances, Barion always coaxed her into paroxysms
of delight, and Kayla feared that there was nothing he could do
to her that she would not soon welcome. Kayla pulled at her
bonds and thrust her ass back violently.
Kayla was robbed of her body. But she surrendered her
passion.
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Writers' Ink
Category 9, Topic 39
Message 17 Thu Mar 25, 1993
M.STORTZ1 [Cruel2BKind] at 02:36 EST
(Author's Note: It's been a while since I posted a segment,
primarily because I realized that the direction the story was
going was distinctly reminiscent of (read: shamelessly stole
ideas from) both Julie and Amavernus. However, that's where the
story wants to go, and I figure that if the worst thing the story
can be accused of is reading a lot like Julie's and Ama's stuff,
then I can live with it. ;)
Kayla's first day at the Academy began when she was
awakened by a small, smiling girl in green silk, younger, even,
than Kayla.
"Hello, you are Kayla, yes? My name is Koelle. Here are
your silks and your breakfast. Nice to meet you and I'd like to
stay and chat, but I have to go serve the other girls, too."
Koelle leaned forward to inspect Kayla's collar. "Kolker, you
really =are= Gold School, aren't you? I wish =I= could make
Gold! Bye!"
Kayla started to say "Hello", but Koelle had already left,
leaving a tray and a bundle of yellow silk. Kayla let breakfast
wait as she worked out how to wear the strips of cloth; she was
used to being clothed in public. _It's better than being naked,
but it doesn't cover much_, she mused. _I suppose that's on
purpose_.
The food was adequate, better than Kayla had expected from
a prison. She had just swallowed the last bit of bread when
Koelle returned for the tray. Now, Kayla noticed the green
lacquered collar the girl wore about her throat.
"Hello again, how was the food? I helped fix it this
morning, they're teaching me cooking, I hope it was OK. I need
to take these dishes back to the kitchen and help clean up, and
then I'm supposed to show you around the place. Be back soon!"
Once, again the cell was empty before Kayla could reply.
"I'll be here," she muttered, pulling on her chain.
* * *
In about an hour, Koelle returned, and to Kayla's surprise,
jiggled the clasp that fastened the chain to the bed, and pulled
it free!
"How did you do that?" Kayla demanded.
"What? Oh! This is a just a _doro_ chain. Only the
person who it's attached to can't get it off."
"Why not?"
"Because it's magic, silly!"
Kayla was doubtful. "There's no such thing as magic
anymore."
Koelle rolled her eyes. "You're not from around here, are
you?"
"No..."
"Well, there's just =scads= of magic trinkets around the
Academy. The witch makes them. She's got her own little den
down in the basements, but we're not going to go there, no if
we're lucky." Koelle tugged on Kayla's hand. "Come on, we're
supposed to go to dance class."
"Class?", Kayla managed to interject, somewhat bewildered.
"Mmm-hm, there's a lot of to know to be a good slave," said
Koelle as the two woman threaded a maze of hallways. "Dance,
music, cooking, lovemaking, courtly manners, massage, acrobatics,
and that's just for us Green School girls. You'll have to take
advanced courses in everything. Here we go. The teacher is old
Tamara, she's nice, you'll like her."
Koelle and Kayla entered a large, open room with many
women, dressed in green silks, with the occasional yellow. An
older, gray- haired woman lounged at one end of the room,
speaking with a man who held some stringed instrument that Kayla
had not seen before.
Kayla had only looked around once when the woman called for
attention. "Girls, please, quiet... I am Tamara, the school dance
master. This is Lubek, who will play for us today," -- the man
bowed slightly -- "and we will cover the basics today. Pay
attention; I believe Seraphima may stop by, and you don't want to
attract her notice." The sudden quiet that greeted this
announcement showed that Seraphima's attention was, indeed,
unwanted.
_I wonder what this Seraphima has done to earn such fear?_,
thought Kayla.
Tamara lined the women up into rows, conducted warm-up
exercises and stretches, and began to demonstrate basic steps.
Years or no, she carried herself with an eerie grace, as if she
weighed little and were formed of willow fronds. In contrast,
the younger women seemed like stones chained to the earth.
Tamara carried a small switch with her as she inspected
each girl's performance, and was not averse to using it to
correct a misplaced limb. When she reached Kayla, Tamara
scrutinized Kayla's movements for a moment, then grunted and
moved on. It was a much praise as any girl got that morning.
Kayla was oddly pleased.
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