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The Slave Mistress Chapter 9

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The dock had been cleared.  Workmen and fishmongers and sailors were escorted from the area that the ‘Midnight Hour’ had been tied to.  A line of the local guard had to keep the populace back, the crowd getting noisy.  Frightened horses were calmed and brought off the schooner by the shifting gangplank, not the hoist that had brought them aboard.  The medics swarmed onto the ship and two patients were taken off, seemingly under guard, one walking, one not.

Officers gathered around the limping woman being supported by a dark green dressed servant.  The prisoners were taken from the ship, Laun saluting the Major at the head of the squads as the official exchange happened with several medics trying to fuss over Laun’s wounds.  She had a few words with the Major and he stepped away, an eye on the Rosemond soldiers that was cold and hard.

The ship was put under guard, the crew and wounded taken to the military compound on the shore of the Southern Ocean.  Liam was in the care of some of the best medics in the Midlands army, but no one really was hopeful.  Gut wounds were nasty, and Laun put a hand on his forehead as they parted, his fever making him delirious and not knowing who she was.

The Commander of the garrison met them in the yard of the military compound by the non-commissioned officer’s quarters.  He was trailed by several high ranked men, one of which a naval Captain.  The Commander saluted Laun and was pleased that she saluted back, not waived or giggled as many women did. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 8

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She was certain that Gem was pacing the deck as Liam was Playing with her.  Laun was strapped into the frame again, facing the sloping wall, and with a line of fine needles down her back.

Laun could feel where he had hit her, full force with a fist on her hip.  She had giggled at one of his blows and she had paid for it.  He kept slapping her on the hip, her back tightening and her butt wiggling, much to his delight.

He was in process of tying thread to the needles and looping it over a hook in the ceiling.  He had said that it looked beautiful, as if she had sprouted wings.  Laun just felt the tug and sting and did not know what it looked like, but took his word for it.

A trickle of blood had finally reached the underside of her asscheek, the cooling and drying trail disturbingly annoying to Laun.  Liam finished with his last tie and stepped back.  He saw the blood trail and went to one knee to lick it off her pale skin.  He was warm against her.  It felt good and Laun was able to feel the heat come up in her again for that session.  He had almost ignored her crotch, ignored her ass, except for the caning he had put her through.

He stood and moved away.  She hung as still as possible in the frame but could not tell where Liam was or what he was doing.  There was a small draft on her and she felt a change in the room. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 7

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Gem had woken around mid-day, the babies and her Mistress gone.  She found the privy and used it and then went to the deck to try to find her Mistress and take charge of the children.  The children were there, but her Mistress had not been.

A few raised words had come from Gem, but the sailor who had charge of the babies would not say where their mother was.  Sable had reacted badly to Gem yelling and had started to cry.  Ash took up the sound and Gem and the sailor both had a baby in their arms to comfort and quiet.

He had been competent.  They had been fed and cleaned, cloths around them but not the little tunics that had been brought.  Sable liked the sailor and would make her sharp cry if he went more than a pace away, Gem smiling at the sigh the man had.

Some food was brought to Gem by the sailor she had talked to before, a mug of hot tea and some sliced bread with a sweet jam already spread on it.  She smiled and thanked the man, catching that his name was Tom.  She took a sip and then looked at the mug and bread.

She had not tasted the aftertaste of the drug until the sip of tea.  It was subtle, but it was there.  The sailor with the babies avoided her eye.  Tom stepped away and into the shade of the lower decks.  They all knew that she and her Mistress had been drugged.  She put the offered food on the deck and stared at the man Sable had latched onto. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 6

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There was a slight breeze trying to tickle Launs nose through the open porthole early in the morning.  Her bladder was more successful in bringing her awake and Laun could not ignore it when Gem moved and her knee came up and into Laun’s groin.  The blonde was asleep and did not mean to, but it was what made Laun roll from bed.

She had been shown the privy the day before.  They called it the Head, for no known reason.  There was a long tunic near the top of one of the cases that Laun pulled on and the gummy slippers to make her way to where she could relieve herself.

She almost expected the door to the cabin to be locked.  It was not.  Laun made her way through the narrow ways below deck to the privy and used it, her body seemingly with a never ending stream of urine for a count of almost twenty.

Done with that morning ritual, Laun made it to the upper deck and took in the misty light coming to the moving schooner.  The trees on either side of the river seemed very far away and the mist covered them sometimes making Laun think they had traveled to a lake or perhaps the ocean while they were asleep. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 5

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The sun was about to set in the West, the clouds mostly cleared in that part of the sky and the colors painted on the clouds left above were bright.  The schooner was anchored at a place the men knew well, a small cove created by a stream meeting up with the main river.  It was not exactly hidden from the flow, but it was hard to get to if you did not know where to go exactly.  The wind did not care and brought a coolness to the lingering afternoon heat through the trees that drooped across the cove entrance, a scent of green things and the water on it.

The deck was set for dinner, a table and two chairs and a sideboard that was ready for the food the cook below had prepared.  Liam had asked for Laun to dress formally for dinner and she was glad she had packed the red and black dress, just in case.  It was her best dress, other than the heavy red velvet thing hanging on her arming tree back at Salam-Dir.  She had one blade on her, a small thing hanging off her belt to balance a small pouch, and that was it.  She did not feel as though weapons in this circumstance were a good idea.  Even if she felt more naked without her harnesses and straps than if she was completely naked except for weapons in front of the men on the ship.

Liam took Laun’s hand and kissed it lightly, a raised eyebrow at her lack of crown and jewelry.  Laun thought he was just amused at her choice of clothing, but smiled and let him lead her to one of the chairs.

“I have been told that we have fresh fish and mussels from the river for dinner tonight.”  Liam sat and one of the sailors poured from a wide and flat bottomed decanter into similar glasses.

Laun took her glass and appreciated the thought behind the delicate things that were designed not to tip from the slightly swaying table.  “I am looking forward to it, Liam, though I have to admit that my pregnancy turned me from fish for most of it.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 4

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The early morning was slightly overcast.  Few people were heading into the Capitol City that morning.  Only one group was on the road out, a few single travelers behind them.

Nesil and Laun rode in silence next to each other, the carriage with Gem, the babies and a few travel cases behind.  There was one soldier with them, the man driving the carriage, but he was dressed in civilian clothes, a cap on his head to cover his shaved head.  Laun was without anything remarkable on her, other than a woman wearing riding leathers, but her baring gave away her status, even with the cap instead of the crown over her hair.  There had been no trouble at the gate and Laun suspected that word had been sent to all the gates to let travelers out without question that morning.

They followed the river downstream along the River Road for more than an hour.  There was a mist that made the overcast morning even grayer, but Laun enjoyed the feeling of the humidity on her skin and the slightly muffled sound of the horses on the gravel of the road.  They came to a wide bend in the road, a smaller track coming off and into a marshy woodland next to the river turning away from the road, or perhaps the other way around.

Liam’s messenger led the way, the newly green trees around them shading the growing morning light from the path.  Grace cantered and tossed her head, not liking the woods, but staying firm under Laun as they followed Nesil. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 3

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Laun was at the front of the small group traveling with her.  She had stopped to make sure she had on a longer tunic, not a dress, with her riding leathers, and her crown on her head as she approached the gate to the Capitol City.  The soldiers on guard turned to her on her palfrey and snapped to attention when they saw the three pointed crown.

“Your Highness!  Welcome back.”  The Sergeant did not relax even after Laun saluted back.

“How is the day, Sergeant?”

He glanced to one of his squad behind him and back to Laun, saying, “Remarkably quiet, Highness.”

“The roads, also.  What do I owe for my-”

He held up a hand and moved to the side.  “Nothing, Ma’am.  Please.”  He motioned and the larger gate was opened for the carriage behind her.  Laun waited as the rest of her group went past, Liam’s messenger following the one officer with them, before Laun turned Grace towards the gate.

“Thank you, Sergeant.”  Laun nodded to him and then to the others at the post. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 2

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“The river is topping the bridge and we are not sure if it is going to last past the next rainstorm.”

The Spring thaw had brought a flood with it that year.  Once the weather had changed, it had stayed warm, the pockets of snow and cold disappearing over a few warm weeks, not the good cool month it usually took.  Hunter and the squad from Nestwood had come back for the almost bi-weekly personnel change with news that was not heartening.

“Well, if the bridge has to go, it has to go.  Or it needs to be properly rebuilt with better foundations that don’t block the river.”  Laun was sitting on a log outside the keep of Salam-Dir, talking with the men who had just traveled two days back to the land.  It was early afternoon and she was reveling in not having to have cape and mittens on.  Or boots.  Her toes were covered with cold mud and she was squishing it around as the men were reporting on the last two weeks.

“After the floods have come down, but I am not sure that we will be able to get across at all if the bridge goes out.”  Hunter was sitting on the log with her, one of his large hands on her leg and a smile on his face, even with the dire news. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 51

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The weather was threatening to turn.  The storms heralding the change of season were on the horizon and they had to leave.

It had been several days since Engrid had been brought out of the Embassy and taken into custody.  Laun had not exactly relaxed, but she allowed herself to visit with people clamoring for her attentions.  She had eaten meals with nobles inside and outside the Palace.  She had walked the green strip around the Palace several times, being flirted with and seduced and allowing the men to think that they had broken down her defenses.  She had been in meetings alongside Falmir.  She had carved out time to talk with Lucas more in depth.

Laun was having several assignations a day and it was mentally tiring more than physically tiring.  Keeping things straight, remembering names.  Being fresh for the next person who wished her attentions.  She did not know how Mimi and the other red scarves did it.

Things were being packed up in the rooms.  Some of the jewels were being sent along, much to the chagrin of Laun.  Some of the dresses were put into travel bags, some into chests.  The chests were to go to the Sand Castle, the first of Laun’s presence there.  Erin had pulled Laun to the side and had asked to stay at the Sand Castle, to be it’s guardian until she could come back to it.  Laun had liked the idea and had asked Lucas to allow some of her stipend to go to the upkeep. »Read More

The Slave Princess Chapter 50

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Three horses and three riders were at the gate of the Myrned Embassy.  The woman stepped forward but did not have to knock or pull on the rope beside the portal before it opened.

The people on the other side were not smiling, but they were not frowning, either.  There were bows and the guests were ushered in.  The late summer had not been kind to the trees within the walls of the Embassy, but the trees were still shading small plantings of the exotic flowers from the kingdom from the other side of the mountain range.

The yard was not desolate, but the envoy servants tried to bring the guests through as fast as they could.  The grand reception hall that was the center of the building seemed to go on for quite a ways, though if you were observant, you would have seen mirrors that helped with the illusion.

Ambassador Ouetal was waiting for the visitors.  He bowed to them and then offered his hand to the woman.  His eyes had already taken in the light tan colored dress and veil, unexpectedly plain, but set with her three pointed crown and some pearls and she seemed to outshine the brightest colored noble fashions he had recently seen.

“Princess, I am honored that you are here today.” »Read More

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