[Bondage] STORY: "Kidnapping of Princess Brianna" 28358691
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Kidnapping of Princess Brianna
"No," he stated, "I no buy you today. Got no need for ugly
slave girl like you when there be other pretties to play with. I
wonder..." Varge looked back at the open hatch into the hold,
where other slavers were emerging with their prizes. "Maybe you
no travel alone when they catch you. Maybe you get caught with
other long-ears." Varge looked back at Jess and grinned. "Maybe
I go down and see, eh?" Giving her nipple a final painful flick,
followed by a hard pinching twist, he drew a long, notched dagger
from his belt and held it menacingly before her. "But first,
maybe I settle old score with you, eh? Make you pay for what you
do to Varge One-Ear...make you pay good!"
"Not unless you buy her first, friend," the ship's captain
stated from behind him, his hand resting firmly on the pommel of
his sword. "Make me an offer, and maybe you can have her to do
with as you please, but it had best match what the arena scouts
downriver will pay, or you needn't bother. She's not much to
look at, I'll grant you, but she can fight."
Varge turned to face the captain, noted the captain's sword
and a few crewmen standing behind him, ready to back him up, and
returned his dagger to his belt.
"No buy ugly elf breeds," Varge announced. "Too much
trouble, but maybe you let me take a whip to her and see how she
fare up, then you name your price, eh?" Jess cringed a bit at
the idea and bit at the metal in her mouth until new pain shot
through her aching jaws.
Varge, you are as good as dead if I ever find you again on
more favorable terms. Being barred from the Guild will be the
least of your worries and I'm going to do you real slow, Jess
swore.
The captain regarded Jess for a moment and considered
Varge's offer, then answered. "No deal, my big friend. Make a
flat offer, check the merchandise in the hold or leave my ship."
Varge growled, sneered once more at Jess after spitting another
seed at her, then sauntered down into the hold.
Sometime later, he emerged, leading a coffle of slave girls
behind him. Jess's heart sank when she saw that Janesse and
Brianna were among them. He tossed the apple core overboard and
led his purchases down the gangplank with one last triumphant
look over his shoulder at his rival. He was the last to leave
the ship, and after taking on supplies and water, the Iron Chain
weighed anchor and proceeded downriver.
The next port came and more were sold. Again, Jess was
passed over. A fourth port, and yet more familiar faces. Jess
knelt gloomily staring at the deck. She thought of the times she
had made purchases from imperial ships like this. How many times
had she passed up a female with scars for a soft, untrained
kitten who would bring an easier profit? Feeling melancholy, she
sternly reminded herself that her job had been making a profit,
not making people happy. Then the last of the slavers came
through.
"I want her," he said suddenly, pointing to Jess.
"Sir," the captain protested, "she has battle scars."
"I said I want her. I don't care about the scars."
"Sir, she has only one eye, and she is in the trouble-maker spot."
"I would expect nothing less of her. Now are you willing to
sell her or not?"
"Yes, of course. I was planning on selling her to a
gladiator school, but...I'd say sixty gold would put her in your
coffle. If you're sure you want her, that is."
"Oh, yes, I want her. Sixty, huh? A bargain for Jessica
Harveld." The young man looked down and winked at her. "Unchain
her for me."
Jess was unlocked and the young man put a lead on her and
led her down with him into the hold. "Jess, any you want me to
get? You had to have been on a run, else you wouldn't be here."
"That one," she said softly, pointing to Agnes, then
continuing to rub her aching wrists and jaw. The hated gag had
been removed with the chains, but she could scarcely speak for
the pain and it hurt to close her mouth, but she was determined
not to look like the village idiot with her mouth hanging open.
"She's part of my commission. Varge One-Ear has the rest."
The young slaver purchased Agnes and several others. After
paying his bill, he took them to the inn where he was staying,
allowing Jess to massage her jaw on the way, while the others
kept their hands at their sides. The rubbing felt good, and was
easing away the soreness. By the time they reached the inn, her
mouth was only comfortably numb. The overcast skies in
combination with being on the water had greatly contributed to
the flaring sunburn that covered most of her body, but there was
noting to be done about that. Chaining the new purchases in the
stable with the rest of his coffle--making a nice round number of
thirty slaves, most female--and tossing the men he had hired as
guards a sack of silver pieces to add to their dice pot, he took
Jess with him into the inn.
Stretching out in a chair, he watched her wash from the
basin. "You owe me for this, Harveld." He had ordered up wine
and a bowl of vinegar and made her stand still while he swabbed
down her sunburn. It was slightly humiliating, but Jess admitted
that the sting did go out of it when he was finished.
"No, boy, you still owe me," she managed, her voice not
fully returned and her mouth still numb. "I saved your life
twice, remember, and that cute ass of yours at least once.
You've paid back the latter."
"Jessica, Saroncha, I owe you many things." His light eyes
smiled as he called her by the lycanthropic word for teacher. He
ran a hand through his flaming red hair.
"Red Jared, I thank you," she began formally. "You
recognized a fellow Guild member in distress and came to my aid.
I am grateful for your purchase of me, and my patron will repay
your loss."
"Who is your patron, Jess? Please, drop the formality.
Besides," he grinned mischievously, "look at your throat, slave."
"I see an iron collar that my Guild-brother has yet to
remove. If he would be so kind?"
Red Jared laughed. "I always wondered what you would be
like as a slave. Now I know. You are as arrogant as when you
were free. Every slaver should have the experience of being sold
once, don't you think?"
"Remember who bought you over Lord Rothstein on the block in
Pergamum. Remember who freed you, and taught you what you know
now. Think about that and then unlock the collar."
Red Jared pondered her words. They did have merit. She had
outbid Lord Rothstein for him. He had known what Lord Rothstein
wanted, and, yes, literally speaking, Jess had saved his
posterior, keeping it both unreamed and attached to his body.
She had bought the young lycanthrope as a pet and possible
apprentice. She felt she wanted company on the road after she
had broke with Malak Raintree. His lynx form appealed to her,
and she had trained him. He had admired the half-elf. She was
everything he wanted to be: strong, efficient, decisive and
ruthless. He had hoped he might prove a worthy student to all
her teaching.
Reluctantly, discarding the dreams he had treasured, he
unlocked her collar. Jess rubbed the chafed spot on her neck and
turned around to face him.
"I know what you are thinking, lad. It would never work,"
she said softly. "I am less than proficient in all of the
womanly arts, especially that one. But if you want that as the
price of my freedom, I'll pay it. You asked who my patron is.
I'm working for the emperor himself. I was sent out to grab
Princess Brianna of Tavect."
"Tavect is under attack by imperial troops! What were you
doing there?"
"I was in the attack, rather unintentionally. It seems our
young friend out by Letzthoffnung used me as a diversion for his
invasion. If I had followed his escape plans, illogical as they
were, I might not have gotten into this mess. He wanted me to
run east."
"That makes no sense with Lupa just across the river. Who
was the wench I bought for you?"
"Agnes, the Princess's lady-in-waiting. Varge One-Ear
bought Brianna and Janesse."
"Janesse?" Red Jared asked.
"My daughter. My partner. She joined me after you left.
Have you learned to control the Change yet?" she asked, casually.
"Other than the full moon, yes. None of us Control on the
full. It is the will of Viurre that all of her people should
display their form and give her homage on that night. But you
know the religion of my people."
"Well do I know it, having seen you live it for nigh on
three years. I need to find Varge. There's five hundred plus
expenses riding on it."
"Do you have a pass?"
"No. An incompetent first mate separated me from it and my
other papers. He apparently didn't realize the power they gave
me, and then he got himself killed before he could show them to
the captain. Not that it would have done any good, since the
captain was cut up pretty bad and dying before I was brought
above decks again. That is the only reason I was sold. Can you
help me?"
"Jess, I will buy your partner and pretty back, and take you
to Dark Hold on my pass. I owe you that much. After that we can
part as friends."
"Janesse is good enough to solo, if you want a job as my
partner," she offered. "I made more money with you than her."
"Ah, my old teacher. `Ever did the clank of gold the
delicate sound of heartstrings drown.' I'd like that. I don't
make as much solo as I did with you." He held out his hand. She
took it and they shook on the bargain. Now about the price of
your freedom..."
"I understand," she said, moving into his open arms. "If
you really find this battered body desirable, I guess I shouldn't
complain. I think you'd find one of those lovely toys in your
coffle more enjoyable though. Do be careful."
"It is not the body I find desirable. It is the woman who
inhabits it. Those toys are not a tenth of the woman you are, my
Saroncha. I will be careful. They used you badly, love. Your
hair, your earring, everything is gone, but you they couldn't
break." He quietly blew out the lamp and pulled her closer in
the dark. Careful to let her dictate all the motion, so as not
to hurt her sunburn, he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top.
Jess had not underestimated her skill, Red Jared noticed
after a frustrating effort to arouse her. She was not very
satisfying, and seemed less than interested in the whole event.
He held her to him afterward.
"Now you understand why you are only the second in a
century. I apologize."
"No, I apologize. I should not have required it of you.
You are not a toy. But will you share my bed this night, since I
have made no other accommodation arrangements?"
"Since you ask, I take it I am free. I will share your bed
this night, and any other you would like, for expenses sake. But
do not require the use of my body; use your toys. Tomorrow, we
begin our travels?"
"Yes. In the morning, partner."
"You know that the ogre is going to rob us. He hates me."
"Yes, I know. I have had a good year. I can afford quite a
bit. Why does he hate you, Jess?"
"Who do you think gave him the name One-Ear? The other one,
I sold for a gold Tiensor back in Ontra around A.L. 47. Back
when Tazreth the Proud Tiensor that year. His face looked better
on the coin than it did atop a pole six months later." Red Jared
laughed quietly beside her, and kissed her scarred cheek.
The travel was difficult, as Jess quickly learned that not
only Tavect, but every civilized province to the east and west of
it, clear north to the Kish-Kars, had been conquered. Imperial
occupational forces were everywhere, and martial law was being
enforced. News from Tavect across the Handel was hard to come
by, but as they travelled, Jess pieced together what had happened
during her confinement on the Iron Chain.
The west had fallen quickly and the Dark Lord was besieging
Fe'En and Ontra as well as Tavect. He was running into
resistance there. Although difficult, news about Tavect was
still easier to come by than about the other kingdoms, although
all of it was old, and it seemed Tavect had fallen after less
than a week. The main forces had been sent out and caught on the
open plains in the east, leaving the city sparsely defended,
while imperial forces struck from the river.
It seemed that an alarm had been spread at the palace, late
in the evening before the ships arrived. The Princess Brianna
had been seen leaving the palace in the hands of two barbarians,
who had slain two of the guards in the west gatehouse and left
the third for dead. The same had happened at the eastern gate of
the city, as the barbarians fled the city with their prisoner,
the fair princess, and headed for the open country in the east.
Jess finally remembered where she had seen the guardsman at the
palace before. He was one of the Dark Lord's elite from hi hand-
picked First Legion. She had encountered him some years ago at
one of the lavish parties at Dark Hold. As well as field tactics
and arms, the elite were also trained as infiltrators, similar to
the Shadowmen of Tod, save that they specialized in joining
militaries and advancing up through the enemy ranks, until they
were needed to create havoc and betrayal.
Since the princess had been invisible, and Jess had left the
city going south instead of east and then turned west, she now
knew for certain she had been set up by her patron. It had all
been planned, and she could guess what had happened when she had
left. The First Legionnaire in the gatehouse would have speedily
dispatched his comrades and then given himself some manner of
convincing self-inflicted wound and set up the alarm after giving
her and her partner an ample head start. A similar scene had
undoubtedly played itself out at the eastern city gate.
Misled, the king of Tavect had dispatched his forces, most
of them by the sound of it, to rescue his darling daughter,
sending them thundering into the lances of the advancing imperial
troops. Retreating and unable to find the princess, King Fionn's
troops returned home to discover it was under siege by troops
from the river at their backs. Tavect's navy was caught unawares
and destroyed or captured in the harbor. The few ships on the
river itself had been mercilessly hunted down by the imperial
flotilla after the soldiers had been dropped on land.
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