My first blog * woot woot!!* Anyhow maybe I should mention here in the very beginning. My spelling and punctuation are atrocious. But, I digress, moving on…so a blog what is one to write when nothing really goes on in my life? I might write a story about my Friends life…all kinds of Drama there. Then again maybe I will write a story about sex, sex-slaves, and intrigue?
…Hours later…
“What a strange dream!” thought Diane “I’ll have to tell Dena when she wakes up” Diane lay there with her eyes closed thinking about the strange dream she had.
Her twin Dena, the baby and her had been on their way to the lake where they were going to meet some friends but, then Dena as usual in her funny little way always lagging behind drifting here and there distracted by almost anything. Any little bug that happens by and even by cracks in the concrete path they walked along. Then all of a sudden she heard Dena calling “ Diane, you have simply got to see this!”
Diane laughed and shook her head softly turning to see what little distraction that Dena has run across now. But, in the olive fingers of her two hour younger twin there hung two of the most beautiful yet simple looking chokers of silver. “Wow!” Diane sighed, “ Where did you get those sis?” Dena answered softly “ they were just sitting there beside the path” they looked like metal or silver but for some reason Diane knew that they were not and across them was the most beautiful script delicate but not Diane had a great craving to find out what exactly the letters across them meant. Then all of a sudden she had the worst compulsion to have it about her slender neck. Then Dena whispered in her soft cute little sister voice “ lets try them on” then everything went black.
Rolling over onto her back Diane whispered softly “Dena you awake?” then regretted it as pain shot through her throat. Emerald eyes popped open as she tried to clasp her throat almost throwing her shoulder out of socket as for some reason her hands seem bound behind her back.
“Dena enough of a joke my throat is hurting let me loose” Diane cried out softly before looking around and realizing she was not in her comfortable bed at home. She tried to look around but when she tried to move her head everything went hazy and then she was again enfolded into the happiness of oblivion.
“ Kajira!” someone said. And the floor beneath Diane shook with a rolling sensation and she thought, what does that mean? She started to wake. Her head rolling to the side as her eyelids fluttered. When they finally opened fully she looked around groggily and with a soft gasp she realized she was in the back of a wagon and she was chained to the floor of it. It was the wagon that was swaying softly it must be in motion.
Only one thought raced through her mind, where was Dena?? Where was her little sister she was with everyday? And then …where am I and why am I chained? A desperate thought came to her mind…she had been kidnapped!! Why would they kidnap her she is not from a rich family not a poor family but defiantly not one that would be able to pay a ransom for her! Dena must have escaped she wasn’t in the wagon. The police would be notified shortly and then there would be a search for her. As long as Dena is safe Diane thought as long as Dena is safe. Then the darkness took her again.
She was lifted from the wagon by strong hands and dropped to the ground like a bag of potatoes. As her eyes cleared she looked about she was in some kind of a camp there was tents strewn about in no particular order as far as she could tell and to her great dread many naked girls wearing silver chokers like the ones that Dena had found. There were animals about one that looked like a mountain goat but had long hair and long spiraling horns. She would later learn that this was called a verr and was a big source of food milk and cheese to the people of this area, which she would later learn, was called Treve.
A tall man with light hair walked up to her and spoke some strange words that Diane couldn’t comprehend. With a lost look upon her face she looked up to him her emerald eyes glistening with tears He clutched her by the hair and dragged her to a tent and threw her physically inside her hands still tied behind her back Diane fell face first to the fur upon the floor scooting way back against the far edge of the tent cowering as He stalked towards her mumbling phrases in the language she could not tell was either German or Russian or something else harsh but lovely. Hardened eyes gazed upon her flesh as he walked towards her lifting her to her feet. He mumbled again the phrase “kajira” and Diane whimpering “ I’m sorry I don’t understand what your saying”
He throws her down and turns at her pulling a knife from his belt with horror Diane lets out a blood-curdling scream. His eyes open wide as he is taken back by the scream. He moves from the tent and Diane out of fright faints, what must have been only a few minutes later she feels cool water on her face as her eyes flutter opened a beautiful girl looks at her and whispers in broken English “wake you slave girl” Diane confused whispers to her “but, I’m not a slave girl” the girl speaks to the man in the language Diane doesn’t know and he replies to her then she turns again to Diane and whispers “ me Nala you name is now Najla”
“ No, my name is Diane” Diane whined
“ No now name is Najla as your new Master commands,” Nala simply replied
“ My new Master? I’m not a slave I’m Diane I’m from the United States we are free there” Diane rambles out
“ You gor now not earth just gor you slave you belong to Master Mala now “ Nala said pointedly.” Now take off the garments you will be naked as a slave should be”
“ I will do no such thing imagine running around like a heathen” Diane professed.
“ You undress now or Master will cut them from your body they are not allowed to mere slaves” she stated matter of factly.” You answer now to Najla and you are kajira repeat after me ka he rah”
“ kahearrah” Diane repeated “kajira”
Nala smiled softly to Diane and helped her untie the back of her top and slip it off as Diane slipped off the bottoms shivering in the tent. Nala then helped her stand and with a few short words taught her to stand as a slave in display legs parted fingers laced behind her head elbows back lifting her chest. Diane shivered as His blue eyes looked over every inch of her she turned around when told and then with a bright smile Master Mala nodded His approval.
Chapter 2
Najla stepped from the tent her naked form caressed by the breeze. The camp she now called home was a warrior’s camp just outside of the city of Treve. The man she called master was the captain of this small band of warriors. His men gave him great respect. She learned many things in the following weeks from Nala and the other girls of the camp. They rigorously taught her the language she now knew was called Gorean. Teaching her phrases that the men of the camp would smile at, teaching her how to stand, kneel, positions that Master would command. They taught her hand signals and how to kneel if punished.
All in all the days passed quickly and she tried not to cry her loneliness out. Nala was kind to her but she missed her best friend her twin her lifelong companion. She just knew no matter how many times she told herself that her twin was safe at home with the boys and mom and dad. She knew in her heart that she was on this awful planet she only prayed that she was being treated as well as Najla herself.
She learned how to milk the Verr and to make cheese and butter, to cook, sew, and other duties to pass away the days without Dena near. Master would go away on raids for the city often on these trips the girls would relax more still doing chores but playing as well the few guards that were left to watch them smiled and teased them only punishing if one was truly bad.
When Master returned He would bring girls naked and bound over his Tarn, a great flying bird vicious but men would saddle them. Those men were Tarnsman and master was one of the best in Treve. They would bring sa-tarna grain and other spoils.
The girls he brings are normally cuffed by the neck, after being removed from the slave baskets on the tarns. Five girls fit per basket their arms behind them bound through the basket itself then ankles bound together in the middle of the basket. They were mostly blondes like Diane although a few brunettes she saw, master was happy when he captured a brunette as they were highly craved among the Goreans and brought a higher price when sold.
She had never been to the Sardar fair. But, the men of the camp were talking about it excitedly they had plans on taking the tarns and flying the girls to be sold at the fair hoping to get good coin for them. Master took pride in how Najla grew and learned often quizzing her himself of the positions staring at her naked body with pride that she quickly took great pleasure in seeing on His face, for some reason it made her heart leap to know she cause him some small amount of pleasure.
