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The Slave Mistress Chapter 21

November 7, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The Sand Castle was quiet outside the wall. Inside, military and civilian and slave mixed and mingled and flowed, chaotic if you did not know what the form and flow was. The gate bell was heard inside and some of the chaos quieted. The question was said in low tones through the hole, the voice on the other side not having a chance to finish before there was a whoop and the gate started to open.

The front yard was not big enough for all the people who tried to cram in. Laun had the squad with her and that added twenty to the close to squad number plus mounts already in the gravel area. Laun had salutes and warriors grips and a few shy kisses as they all crowded in as the gate closed again.

Calls could be heard through the small compound. Faces appeared at the door, the only one to push through with any success was Disa. Laun had hands on her, pulling her through the men and into the lamp-lit brightness of the building.

It was as if the Salam-Dir people had drawn lots to see who was to come to the Capitol City. Hunter was there, waiting until he could get a hug and a kiss before going out to look after Thunder. Erin was there, Mimi close behind but ignoring the red scarf for the few attentions he could get from Laun. Silar, dark in dress and skin but bright with his smile, knelt as Laun approached, rising for an embrace and kiss when Laun put her hand on his head.

There were others, mostly waiting in the garden areas. Lanterns were lit and the small plants had stick walls around them to keep inattentive people from stepping on them. Laun had a tankard of cold water in her hand and was sitting on one of the benches, surrounded by people before she could really do anything for herself. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 20

November 4, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The calls from the men handling the fenderheads were loud, the clanging of chain and the slap of wet rope filling the air as the KingsArrow came into it’s slip in the Capitol City harbor. The word had already been passed that the military vessel was coming in, a squad of the Princess’ Fourth waiting on the pier for their namesake.

Laun had been preparing for the docking. She saw that they had caught up with Pebble’s ship by not taking harbor at night. The three masted ship was being brought in at almost the same time as the Kings Arrow and Laun wanted to use that. Verat was not sure how it was going to work, to who’s advantage, but could not say no to his Mistress.

A sharp salute came from the men on the pier. Laun stood at the top of the gangplank, thanking the Captain-Major for the swift journey before turning and coming to a good attention and salute herself. The men almost snapped their hands down to their sides as Laun brought down her hand, a big smile on her face.

She saw smiles on many of her men’s faces, too. She was in full Blacks, the cap with the pin straight and sharp on her head. Concern went across many faces as they saw Gem helping Hazalam to the gangplank, though hesitating going down herself. There were calls and signals and the squad were instantly making their hands and backs available where they were needed. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 19

October 18, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 18 - If you are a little lost, start with the beginning of The Chronicles of the Midlands with The Slave Warrior

Two days up the river already and it was going to take at least two more. Laun was unhappy with the slowness, but she knew it was far quicker than if she had tried to walk, or even ride.

Most of Laun’s time had been spent on the deck of the ship, from dawn to past dusk. She would do her routines for a few hours in the warming morning, sometimes with Gem, sometimes without. Hazalam was moving slow, but with the nod from the medics, he was on the journey back North, but not an active servant, or assassin.

The babies had each found favorite places to be, much to the chagrin of the officers. Ash had found where the rudder was controlled at the back of the ship. There was a little shelter on the upper deck that Ash had decided was hers, the officers of the watch now watching her as well as the river. Sable liked the open deck closer to the water and charmed most of the men as the voyage continued.

The KingsArrow was full. Three extra squads were assigned to protective detail for their Princess and every available space was being used in shifts, except for Laun’s close entourage. Captain-Major Herrid had escorted Laun to her cabin, apologizing for the cramped quarters. Laun was in a mood, but did not do what she wanted and drag him into the bunk with her to show him how much room there really was. She just put a finger along his jaw and said, “If you say so.” He had stuttered slightly and saluted. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 18

October 10, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The shuffling of bare feet on the wooden floor barely could be heard above the storm pounding outside the building. But she had heard it. Hearing it meant she was awake.

Laun listened to the feet. One set. And a slight scrape of metal on wood. She could smell meat and possibly something sweet. Liquid was poured into something, a slight sound that reminded her of when wine was poured into crystal.

There was a shifting, a weight on the bed. Laun felt a pause in the person with her and then a light touch on her shoulder through the blanket. She smiled and opened her eyes.

Beau was there, looking intently at her. “You were sleeping soundly when I came back, my love. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

There was a smile and Laun turned towards the Lieutenant. “Thank you for letting me sleep. Though I think it was to keep your own neck intact...” She reached towards the line she had cut on his neck.

Beau grasped her hand and kissed it. “My blood is yours, Laun.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 17

October 9, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 16 - So- My Main Character should have used a Safe Word or two. Read up on Safe Words so you can, you know, be safe while playing.

The wind was not favorable. The tide was against them. Clouds told of another storm that would be on them, the headaches and joint pains reported telling of how severe it was going to get.

Laun had a cold cloth over her forehead as she lay on the dirt. The chair she had been in creaked just enough to set off the pain between her eyes. Laying on the dirt and tile of the deck was preferable to even that little noise above the constant surf. She now understood what the headache was, but even the pale yellow concoction that Maddoc gave her had not taken as much edge off as before the last storm pressure change.

A scrape of door frame against the ground made Laun wince. She looked over and saw boots from under the cloth on her head. “Ma’am?”

“More messages?” Laun winced at her own voice, even though the Corporal had to lean down to hear her properly.

“No, Ma’am. Batten orders were just passed. You should probably come inside before the shutters are put in place.” He continued to stand, waiting.

Laun sighed. She had been trying to get some rest in the sun, warming herself as she fended off the pounding at her temples. She held her arm up, her hand open and waited for the man to help her up. He stepped forward, the sand under his boot making enough of a grinding noise to make Laun clench her teeth. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 16

October 7, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The servant was not expecting this. A single officer on a military charger. No carriage. No entourage. No ceremony. He wasn’t even sure to begin with that this was even the person he was to escort to the Mayor’s side.

“Princess of the Realm, Laun Dresden.” The servant announced the figure next to him and then backed out of the room.

The Mayor stood from by the fireplace and looked sour. The sideboard of the room had several open bottles and casks, enough for a score of people and he had only three with him in the room. He looked behind Laun and did not see anyone else and his sourness deepened.

“Your Highness. I was expecting more people.”

Laun strode forward and held out her hand to the white haired sycophant. “You had been asking for me to come. I took you at your word.” She barely had a touch of hand or lips from him as he made the ritualized greeting.

He stiffly motioned to the other two people in the room. “Please, Highness, I would love for you to meet my family. My wife, Desirh.”

Laun went to the woman sitting in the matching chair that had been artfully put on the other side of the fireplace to show off her matching outfit to her husband. Laun held out her hand to the woman, the Mayors wife expecting a gentle touch, not the full hand kiss Laun gave her. “Desirh, you are more beautiful than described.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 15

October 3, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Storms rush across the world, pushing destruction before them. The calm after a storm can be eerie, the most quiet nature ever gets.

Laun was awake and had more energy than she thought she should have. She had slept more on then beside the Commander, once they had slept. The Lieutenant was snoring on the floor, several pillows and a blanket making a slipshod bed for the worn out man. She listened to them both as she woke, realizing that their snores were the loudest things she could hear.

The storm had passed. Light was coming around the board over the window, a paleness to it telling her that is was still very early.

She grabbed one of the uniform tunics from the floor and made it to the latrine, not announcing herself and not caring who saw her almost covered butt. The Guard at her door was the same man as the night before and he watched as she wandered down the hall, a sigh coming from him as she disappeared into the latrine. The non-commissioned officers in the room turned away from her as she found an empty stall and sat, though many of them knew that she had been part of the sounds they had heard in the night.

Laun was still sensitive from her play with the men the night before. It was only a few hours since she had collapsed from exhaustion, happily twitching as the Commander held her close. Laun had a full bladder and had to hold herself still as the urine stream went past things that made her gasp. Her hands were on the half-walls to either side of her, her lip between her teeth to keep her self from letting more than the first gasp out.

She had to remember to breathe. It had been intense just to relieve herself. She wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to go through the rest of the day. Especially with pants on. »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 14

September 30, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 13 - If this is confusing, try going to the beginning of the Chronicles of the Midlands with The SlaveWarrior.

The nap happened, in small chunks to begin with.

The babies wanted to be with Laun for a while and that delayed the lay-down. She was nodding off while the babies were crawling around her on the patio. Gem helped Laun into her room and took charge of the babies again.

Laun was able to lay back on the bed, not even with her boots off before a messenger from the Hamlis mayor insisted on seeing her. That took a while to make him stop talking and take a tersely written message back, telling the Mayor that right now was not good, to stop trying to get Laun to move off the compound.

Laun had her boots off, with help from the timid Lieutenant and had just been in process of telling him her rules of the moment and trying to have some negotiations with the man when the medics came in, Maddoc trailing several other red-sleeved soldiers behind him. She stripped with little hesitation, the scars and recent wounds starting to blend together, the bruises just starting to yellow and fade but were still enough to make the men who had not seen them before to pause.

Salve was massaged into Laun, the back not the only place the healing hands stroked, though none went to where they all seemed to be looking whenever Laun turned her head and caught them. The consultations on the back strain and the cuts were over after a small delay, Maddoc asking for a little privacy.

Laun was more relaxed and had her torn dark green tunic on, the harness on the left arm the only other thing on her. She was sitting, though knew that she would be laying down soon, one way or another. “You went off compound, Sister.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 13

September 25, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The morning shift assigned to the visiting Princess were all standing in the office area, the door open to the deck. She was doing katas with her two servants, the blonde being the aggressor in the mock battle, the man mirroring his Mistress as Laun moved against the girl.

They had been practicing for over an hour. Neither of the assassins were going to say that Laun had just about tired them out. The extra eyes on them did not help, though Laun did not seem to pay attention to the men waiting for her.

The blade in Gem’s hand slipped, Laun seeing it and stepping differently, going into the blade, blocking with her forearm, the rip of the fabric loud even over the surf below. Several of the men watching stepped forward in concern and saw Laun take the blonde down to the sand and tile of the deck.

Hazalam was out of the form and at Laun’s side as soon as Gem was on her back. “Mistress?”

Laun could not talk because of the panting. Her hands said, “change is good.” She pulled on Gem’s tunic, the smile of the blonde telling her that it was a good move. Their lips pressed together briefly and then Laun sat back, trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me...” the voice was intended to be low, but Alsen could never regulate that about himself. He pushed through the men around him who suddenly had things to do. Laun raised a hand but still could not talk.

“I’ve never seen you do forms before, Highness. I mean, I helped that one morning, but this was fucking amazing to watch.” Alsen offered an arm and Laun took it, being pulled into a warriors grip and then a hug, their grasped arms still between them.

Gem was up and in Hazalam’s arms, the assassin making sure his love was unharmed. Laun saw the smiles between them and wondered when they were going to admit to the world what they knew about themselves. She looked back at the General and smiled.

“Sir, I didn’t know you were up so early.” »Read More

The Slave Mistress Chapter 12

September 20, 2020 / Miss R posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Back to Chapter 11 - Have you seen the Jackie and Mark series? Give it a try.

Four rooms. There was now an office created for Laun from one of the Sergeant’s rooms next to the room she had slept in. It was being stocked as Laun sat in the reasonably comfortable chair, watching when she was not reading. Verat stood at her side for some of it, mentioning a few things she may wish to requisition from the compound’s stores.

Laun was liking the word requisition. It meant she could get almost anything she wished almost instantly. She did not push it, but had thoughts of going with the men who were sent for things to see what else was available. But, she did not really need much.

She had the small sheaf of invitations to answer, which she did herself. One of the men was a scribe, his look not as well covered as he might have wanted as she asked to sit at the desk herself. Gem had taken the invites when they were sent over and had sorted them as well as she could, not knowing most of the people, but understanding the coded language of the nobles.

Laun said no to each of the invitations. Each was slightly different as each referenced the missive that had originally been sent. Laun had the scribe read them over to make sure she had not made horrible mistakes and getting a few small smiles from him as he read her wording to the different nobles. He left with the messages in hand, intent on delivering them himself.

The swirl of setting up the office, having the men in her staff introduce themselves to have Laun look them up and down, and then the small influx of officers coming in to introduce themselves calmed down. Laun was tired and starting to become hungry, but did not know if she wanted to make the small journey to the mess hall or not. »Read More

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