2 comments/ 18690 views/ 0 favorites Katla's Enslavement Ch. 01 By: CyerraMyste This story is from my own imagination, and based VERY loosely on the ancient Mayan empire. I know virtually nothing about it, so any dates or facts are probably wrong. ------------ Katla lay curled up in the cage, shaking from fear, cold, and hunger. She had been captured by foreign peoples, as she went to collect seaweed from the shore. They had just anchored their ship, and she had walked right into their midst, fool that she was. They were very different, with silky black hair, and bronze skin. She was not even entirely sure that they were human, although, after Beowulf had made his visits, these did not seem nearly as bad as she might have once found them. She had attempted to run, but they caught her and thrust her up quickly, jabbering excitedly to each other. Despite her fear, she did not miss the sight of their gleaming gold jewelry. She was then put in the hold of the ship, and waited there, sailing endlessly. She was given food occasionally, a strange juicy kernel, and untied once a day to exercise. All she ever saw was water, rippling forever on. Eventually they reached land; she was tied and blindfolded, marched here, and stuck in this cage. She had been here for a week now, and had only been given food twice during her stay. All of a sudden the door was opened, and she cried out as light struck her eyes, so long in the dark. Another of these strange people hauled her out of the cage, and blindfolded her again. She stood there, waiting, when all of a sudden she heard the sound of clothe ripping. Her clothing began falling off her in pieces, until she was completely bare. This did not bother her as much as it should have. After months of ill-treatment, she was past caring about her life. Her body actually felt better, free of the filthy and rotting clothing. She was pulled toward a door, and she willingly walked outside. Once there, her handler pulled off the blindfold, and led her onto a raised platform. There were two posts there, with shackles distributed along their length. Her arms were spread and stretched as far as possible, and then her wrists snapped into two of the shackles. He legs were similarly placed, leaving her spread-eagled for anyone to see. She gazed over the crowd, blue eyes sparkling, her hair swirling around her hips. She could hear a collected gasp among the assembled buyers, and realized that she looked very different from them. They all had the bronze skin and dark hair of her captors, and mostly brown or black eyes. There were a few green gazes directed at her, but those were few and far between. Someone behind her started shouting, and members of the audience responded. With a flash of insight, she realized she was being auctioned off, as a cow or pig might have been, back home. This frightened her immensely, as she knew she would be completely at her buyer's mercy, and there was little hope of a happy life. She dropped her head and tuned the voices out, focusing on calming down and remaining passive... Sometime later she was taken down from the posts, and she was left untied for the first time in months. A silky tunic was dropped over her head, coming down to brush the bottom of her buttocks. Someone took her hand and led her along a paved path. They came to a canal, where a boat was waiting. Her guide nudged her gently, and she stepped into the boat. As the slowly made their way down the canal, she could not help but look around at her surroundings in interest. Where she was now, was so completely different from her home land, she wondered if she was truly still alive. The canal she was on was very large, and small ones branched out in every direction. There were buildings, beautifully created and decorated, with exotic flora and water creations everywhere. Along the right side of the main canal was a wide road, with multitudes of small stands selling all manner of things. Eventually the boat turned down one of the side canals, and the surrounding area was jungle, cultivated and developed, with small buildings visible through the trees. They finally came to a small dock, where the captain tied up the boat and helped her out. They then walked along a sandy path, until they came upon a great house, more beautiful then any she had ever seen. She was led down a path curving around the side of the house, and toward a gleaming white wall, covered in flowering vines. The captain opened a door in the wall, and motioned for her to go inside. She stepped in, and he immediately shut the door behind her, locking it from the outside. She was not very surprised, and was confronted with a gorgeous interior. Directly in front of her was a small river, trickling in through one side of the wall. It came in, snaked around a tree, and ended in a pond, over which a bridge spanned. Trees covered in breathtaking blossoms leaned over the pond, and a flamingo walked delicately around lily pads. The water trickled out the north end of the pond, and went in a small stream under the wall of a small house. Katla walked across the bridge in a daze, brushing aside a curtain to enter the house. She walked down the steps to the sunken interior, noticing that the stream fell into a small waterfall, before disappearing into the stone floor. It flowed out again, into a large, deep pool, and it appearing to be steaming! She marveled over this for a moment, then took in the rest of her surroundings. There were draperies everywhere, and a large object nestled in one corner of the room. She went over and felt it, shocked to feel how soft and yielding it was. She immediately sank down on it and fell into an exhausted sleep. Katla's Enslavement Ch. 02 Laaous gazed down at the sleeping girl, smiling sadly. When he saw her on the slave block, he was transported back 40 years in his memories. He had seen another white female, and so transfixed by her beauty, he paid all his money to get her. He never regretted his decision, as they had fallen in love. Sadly she contracted a disease and died 5 years later. This girl reminder him so much of his old love he had to buy her, if only to keep from a cruel master. Bringing himself back to the present, he ordered Iztel to care for her, and quickly left. Katla, vaguely hearing voices, woke for her slumber. Seeing the rooms other occupant, a girl about her own age, she shrank away from the girl, not sure what to expect now. Iztel spoke to her gently. "My name is Iztel, and I know your language. Please do not be frightened, for this is a good house. I am to help you prepare to meet the master." She took Katla by the elbow and gently pulled her toward the steaming pool. Katla understood, and pulled her tunic off before sinking into the herb-scented water with a grateful sigh. Iztel opened compartment in the floor and brought out a cloth, soap, hair cleanser, and a comb. To Katla's surprise, she pulled off her garments, another tunic (but one that came to her ankles) and a loincloth. She sank into the water beside Katla, and picked up the hair cleanser. Pouring a most of the bottle into Katla's hair, she began to massage it in, making sure to get all of it soapy. She then moved up to her scalp and slowly began to massage it in. Katla tipped her head back, never having felt anything so good. Eventually the massage came to an end, and Iztel washed Katla's hair out, happy to see it's beautiful golden color shining through the grime. Katla was extremely surprised to note that the debris in the water swirled around for a few minutes, then slowly disappeared, leaving the water sparkling once more. Grabbing the soap and cloth, Iztel handed them to Katla. "Here, I will comb out your hair while you wash, then you must get dressed and meet the master." Katla obeyed immediately, scrubbing hard so as to get the dirt off. It took awhile, but in about an hour the two girls were finished with the tub. They climbed out slowly, not wanting to leave the hot water. Katla's nipples hardened as soon as the cool air hit them, and embarrassed, she quickly covered up with the towel Iztel offered. She dried off thoroughly, than looked with confusion at the items Iztel had brought from another compartment in the floor. There was a very long piece of blue see-through cloth, about 6 inches across, a small looking loincloth, made of matching satin, a belt made of loops of gold, and two more long triangular pieces of cloth. She did not understand how these were clothes. Iztel laughed at her confused look. "I will put them on for you this time. Drop the towel, and put your arms in the air." Embarrassed again, Katla slowly complied, wondering if this was some odd trick. Iztel took the very long piece of see-through stuff, and started winding it tightly around her breasts. She eventually came to the end, and tucked it in. Katla's breasts were now completely covered, and the layers negated the see-through effect. Iztel then had her slip on the loin cloth (yet referred to it as panties) and put on the metal belt. The other two pieces of cloth attached to miniscule hooks in the belt, front and back, forming a side less skirt. Although it was hardly any clothes in Katla's mind, she still found the ensemble very beautiful. Lastly, Iztel pulled out a wooden box and smiled at her expectantly. Pulling off the lid, Katla gasped at the shimmering pile of jewelry inside. There were 3 thick gold anklets, with sapphires imbedded in them. Also 15 very thin wavy gold bangles, which chimed beautifully. Next were gold and sapphire drop earrings, and a gold necklace with a sapphire pendant and diamond accents. So, the stories of the golden treasure across the seas were true... Katla slowly slipped on each piece of jewelry, becoming absorbed in the muted shiny of the gold, and the sparkling depths of the sapphires. She had only seen gold and sapphires at a distance, once, when one of the raiders had come back from a haul. That was nothing as compared to this finery though. Iztel then bound her now shining tresses into a simple braid, and wound them high on her head in a bun. To complete her "clothes" there was a pair of golden sandals that laced up to right below her knees. "Now that you are properly attired, you must go. The master will have more information as to what you are to do in his household. I do not know why you are being treated as such, but there is a chariot waiting outside for you." Katla slowly walked outside, her mouth dropping open in awe at the "chariot". She had never heard of such a thing, and it was definitely a beautiful sight. It was basically a platform with wheels, and a rail all around. The horse in the traces was glowing with a golden sheen, silvery white hair waving softly in the breeze. The chariot itself matched the horse, so bright it almost blinded her. There were designs carved into the metal, accented by small sapphires. It seemed these people meant for her to have everything in blue and gold, although she couldn't fathom why they were giving her anything at all. She stepped onto the platform and latched the rail behind her. It seemed the horse knew were to go, as she started off on her own accord. As Katla looked into the distance, marveling at this new method of transportation, she could not help that feel that whatever her fate was to be, it had to be enjoyable.