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The Slave Lady Chapter 1

January 28, 2019 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Laun was very ready for Spring.  The Winter had been trying to hold on and every time it seemed to be warming up, another storm would come through and blanket the land.  She never knew what she would see when looking out the window of her room in the tower in the mornings.  She really wanted to be able to see the green that was hiding within the bushes and trees, the flowers sleeping under the dirt that were kept there by the blankets of snow.

That was not the only reason.  The weather was only a small part of what weighed on Laun.  Her baby was only four months along, but it was big.

She was not as big as Nan or the other women.  The protector was seven months along and the rest were about six months.  The babies were going to take over the nursery, which Dreng was not happy about.

“Why do I have to move?  The men and I are comfortable there!”

Bett elbowed him.  “And it has one of the best beds, other than yours.”

King Dreng smiled at his wife and nodded.  “What she said.  I cannot go against her.”

Laun took another sip of milk and made a face.  It did help with the heartburn, but she did not like having to drink it.  The heartburn had been her first symptom of her pregnancy.  She never threw up, though her stomach had made up for it with the constant discomfort.  They had been lucky in the summer to have found the bull in the woods.  The chalk from the healers worked too, but Laun had looked forward to the change to milk when the Guernsey had calved.  She wasn’t so sure of it any more.

“We have a little time, but you have seen how big Nan is.  And then there is Vespis and-”

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Slave Warrior Chapter 61

January 2, 2019 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Laun was being led around the keep, lighting all the lamps and candles from her candle.  The night was coming and it was time to chase the darkness away.  She knew the phrase that she had heard Lady Hellon and Lord Vami say for years and said it for each flame she made.

“May the light bring you through the dark.”

Simple, but after saying it over one hundred times, and the response mumbled at her each time, it got old very easily.  Laun blessed the memory of her Lord and Lady as she said the blessing again and heard most of the response, again.

“The darkness will not overcome.”

Laun was draped in a loose set of tunics, a wool cloak over it when she was outside.  She knew that she was going to be dressed for the actual feast in something else.  She wanted to have freedom of movement while walking around the keep.  The red dress was heavy and would have been warm, but restrictive.

The last stop was the Great Hall as two bundles were presented to her and she lit both with the same candle. They were taken to the cold but set fireplaces by passing from hand to hand from the center.  The bundles were placed under the logs and the flames spread, lighting and heating the room.

Laun smiled and nodded at people around her.  There was going to be a little time before the food was to be served.  She saw that Orgia was trying to catch her eye. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 60

December 31, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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She had sent Edgar and Fount off to escort the prisoner on purpose.  She knew that once she had started, she would need to continue with the sex.  She had the robe on as she strolled through the tower, climbing the stairs, feeling the heat her legs had already generated in the Chamber of Death.

She knew that Edgar and Fount would want to be there, but she needed something that they had not shown they could give her.  She needed pain and blood.

She had not asked.  She had ordered that Silar be in her chamber when she was through with the prisoner.  She had ordered, not asked, that Ali be there, also.  She had also ordered that she would not be disturbed until she came out on her own.  By anyone.

The guards stood at attention and saluted as she went between them.  She nodded to each of them in turn, six in all.  Laun thought to herself that if Silar was not enough, she had enough standing by to finish the job...

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Slave Warrior Chapter 59

December 27, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The next day was going to be First Feast.  The push for the household’s celebration of the coming of Winter was taking everyone who could cook or clean.  Others were out looking for everyone’s favorite Winterberry.  The bright orange fruit could only be found after it had not just frozen but snowed.  The thick shell cracked and peeled back showing that they were ready.

Laun was outside with the harvesters leading the wagon as others cleared the road and trails to search for the known groves of Winterberry.  The snow had stopped, but the wind drifted the snow into impossible to climb banks.  In the courtyards with the slight wind protection, the snow had stopped at about waist high to Laun.  Outside the main gate, there were some drifts that were over her head.

There had been people in the garden tents all night and into the day until the snow had stopped falling.  There was a wall of snow outside the canvas.  The sticks and brooms that had been used to pop the roof up to keep the snow from accumulating had worked.  It was cold but protected in the tent.

The walkway along the wall, on the other hand, had taken most of the day to shovel out so that it could be patrolled.  It would be easy to see if anyone approached.  The snow, though, had made it so that the crust was only a few feet from the top of the wall.  If there were inventive attackers, they could find a way to use that. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 58

December 21, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Laun stood in the middle of the road in front of the gate into the Keep and held her arms out.  Her head was back and her eyes closed as the little sharp points fell on her face and melted.  The first snow had finally come and the flakes were big and fell slowly though the cold air.

Laun had been coming back from a walk to the gate-log to check in with the protectors there when she saw the first of the flakes sticking to branches above her head.  The  protector with her also had a wide smile, but showed they wanted to hurry back into the keep.  She could not run, but Laun felt happy and wanted to share this with people.

Even as a slave, almost naked and shod in sandals, she had loved the first snow of the season.  It was a change as the blanket covered the land, letting the plants sleep until the spring would warm and melt things again.  And Winterberry jam.

She felt a little dizzy and opened her eyes and took a large breath to steady herself.  She saw people coming in along the road and knew that whatever preparations they had been able to do were now done for the season.  The big flakes were coming down harder and faster and Laun could feel that this first snow was to be at least up to her knees by morning, if not higher. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 57

December 18, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Just a few steps from the door to the Chamber of Death, Silar held out his hand to Laun.  She stopped and took it.  He drew her to him, gently, and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her to his lips.  Before he kissed her, he said, “My Lady.”

She could feel, even with the restraint in his touch, and on his manhood, what she had done to him in the interrogation had inflamed him.  She was pleased.  Knowing that she had left her mark on that shoulder, and that he had not gone to get it looked at, she took a chance that it was still tender.  And it was.

And she was finding out how he responded to pain.  She was enjoying the thought of finding out how far she could push him.

Her breath was hot on his mouth as she breathed his name to him, “Silar.”  They parted, Silar bowing over her hand as she started to move off again.

The timing was good.  Not every one had gathered for the evening meal yet.  Space was still available at many of the tables.  Laun did not want to be at the head table.  She left that for Dreng and his favorites.  Laun greeted people along the way to a table that had few people at it and sat, surrounded by the men who had accompanied her into the interrogation.

Geralk was still bright red from the collar up.  He was embarrassed about what he had seen in some ways, but also feeling a rush he had not known for quite some time.  He had thought of Laun as an apprentice in his guild since he had found her on the road, her quick mind learning by observing far more than his attempt to teach had done.  She had shown that she was closer to being a Journeyman information gatherer than her mild outside would seem, perhaps flowing towards a Master in her own right before too long. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 56

December 13, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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The dreams were so fantastic, so horrifying, so pleasant that Laun knew that they had to be fever dreams.

Flying over the kingdom, she saw flecks of light and flecks of dark below her.  There were red flashes as the darkness spread.  It wasn’t just random, it was following her.  Her path through the night sky led the fire that was consuming the light.

And then she was landing, her feet on the old volcano touching it’s inner heat off below her.  She was as large as the volcano.  She could see into it’s crumbling bowl and the streams that fed from it turned from grey and clear to red and dark.  There were bodies floating in the red water...no, not water.  Blood.

The blood flowed out from her to poison the land.  From her feet and hands and cunt and eyes and mouth.  It ran from her, turning rancid and putrefying everything it touched...

She felt like she should be screaming.  She felt as though she should be trying to clean it up.  She felt like she should be trying to make things right.

But...

She also felt a rage building in her.  A power from the blood, from the death.  She heard screams and she reveled in the sound for she knew that she had caused pain and suffering and wanted to cause, create, more. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 55

December 11, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

The last Chapter was Chapter 54.  Lost?  Check out Chapter 1, or look at the Slave Warrior Chapter index page.

“He was a scout.”

Laun was propped up in the bed, surrounded by pillows, flowers and people.  The wound was sewn and hot to the touch when Pillar or Lucaris changed the dressing, the heat bringing on a low fever.  Laun did not argue when she was told she was not leaving the bed.  Though, the looks Lucaris gave to Fount and Edgar stilled any comment about any other bedroom activities.

One of the mats had been removed and many chairs had been brought in for this meeting.  There had been lots drawn from the household as to who would accompany the leaders in.  More people waited at the open door, listening to what was being said.

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Slave Warrior Chapter 54

December 7, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

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Morning.  It had been a quieter night, only a few extra bodies in the room with Laun.  Her habit of getting up early had popped her eyes open as the morning light was brightening outside the window.  She heard breathing, snoring.  And the door opening and then closing, very quietly.

She heard movement and could follow it around towards the window.  She pulled the covers back and saw Silar warming up.  He had not been in the room the night before.  Laun had asked to have food brought up to her and the people who were with her had come to her with the food.  Some of it was for her own sanity, as the number of people who were asking to share her bed were far more than she was feeling comfortable with at the moment.  And she had needed to talk to some people about the information she had gotten from the prisoner.

But that was last night.  Silar was there this morning.

Laun made her way past Ali on the floor mat and to the rug.  It was her time to startle him.  He was naked, his clothing in a pile at the end of the rug.  He turned from the window and stopped.  She heard his breath catch, but more than that he did not show his surprise.

“Lady, I was hoping to help you with your workout this morning.”

She wished she could even fake a smile.  She touched him on the shoulder.  “Falion Silar Khan.”

He tensed. “Yes.”  He had not used his full name since he had gotten to the Capitol City.  Not before he had joined with the loyalists.  Not at the keep.

Laun stepped closer and put her hand gently on his cheek.  She tried to look into his eyes in the dark.  She could see little, but thought she saw panic, even through his usual haughty calm. »Read More

Slave Warrior Chapter 53

December 4, 2018 / posted in Chapter Book, Stories / No Comments

Missed something?  The First Chapter is here, and Chapter 52 is here.

 

 

There were a few people in the trading post.  The protector team that had drawn the lot for the duty for the next few days, a merchant who was on his way back from Myrned, a farmer from an hour’s walk away, and Laun.

It was the first time Laun had been able to get to the trading post.  It was crude, but she saw what they had done to it to make it useable.  It had been a stand of four huts to begin with.  They had built it out slightly, connecting three of the huts and making the fourth hut airier with cut windows.  The airier building was the trading post, the connected three storage and the ‘Inn’.

The weather was threatening to turn cold, but the sun was out and warming the land in a last attempt on summer before all the trees turned colors and lost their leaves.  A small wind was blowing, bringing the scent of a storm, though the horizon was clear.

Laun had ridden on the back of a mule with the protectors on the lead.  The last set of protectors loaded up a few things after unloading some supplies from the mule’s baskets and started back to the keep.  Laun was amazed at the things that were being displayed in the trading post, most she recognized from the keep, some she didn’t.

Her garb that day was drab, as bland as she could find.  The way Disa put it was, “The third sister to the eldest beauty in the county.”  She was not quite sure what that meant, but it was what she was going after.  The browns and beiges covered her from toe to head, even a dirty-tan snood to cover her hair.  She had made an addition as they left the tower room of one of the grey ribbons with the clapperless bell tied around her neck and under the high collar of the over tunic.

The merchant had a mule and cart next to the larger building, furs and other goods wrapped up against the weather.  Laun had glanced it over when he came up, thinking how nice some of the fur would be as cold weather gear, but was letting the protector team do their job. »Read More

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