The Erotic Adventures
Of Jaffa La'Feilom
 

 by Trystl

Chapter Five
Lenar's Girl

Warning: while this chapter is 'completed' it is a much earlier version that does not have the same treatment as the first few chapters. Along with chapter six, it was the first story I ever worked on with a definite erotic intent and the--although not the first one that I finished. Eventually I intend to rewrite this chapter, expanding it and probably changing the plot considerably. Currently there are gaps in the narration, although I suspect that they will not be too troublesome for anyone who really wishes to read them. .

 1

As Alimar watched Jaffa, lying unconscious on the mat, a smile crept across his face. If Jaffa had been awake to see that smile it would have sent a cold shiver of fear down her spine, but she was not awake. Her naked body was pale and damp with perspiration; her chest and flat belly rising and falling gently with each relaxed breath.

But not for long, he thought, as he wiped the sweat from his brow with his monogrammed hand towel. Soon she would begin to pay for her snotty attitude and for causing him so much trouble. She�d been given the best position the pleasure palace had to offer her, and still she had managed to be nothing but trouble ever since she�d arrived. Now little minx, you�ll begin to reap exactly what you�ve sown.

He tucked the hand towel under his belt and again bent down to take the handle of the large wooden chest he was pulling across the padded floor of the small hot-room. The unpadded metal handle pressed sharply into his palm again, as he began to pull.

Perhaps he would have the handle wrapped when he was done. He�d never actually pulled this particular chest before since that sort of thing was usually left for the slaves to do. Two Amorian betas hefted the chest onto a cart for him, but he hadn�t anticipated the cart being too large to fit through the door; and he hadn�t wanted to waste the time tracking down more slaves just to have them pull the chest through the door.

If he�d known how heavy it would be, how the floor would snag at the bottom of the chest and the handle would bite into his hand, he surely would have�but once he�d gotten started, he had no choice but to finish. Getting slaves now would indicate that he needed them to do what he could not. He had no intension to make such an admission, even if it was purely symbolic. So here he was struggling to pull the heavy chest across the padded floor.

Maybe he should have simply taken out what he needed. It was unlikely he would use the lengths of chain that sat in the bottom of the chest, and without those it wouldn�t have been anywhere near as difficult to lug around.

It wouldn�t have been so bad if it hadn�t been such a hot, windless day. But then that was the whole point of placing her in this room during the hottest point of the short cycle, wasn�t it? She might become more amenable after having her brain fried for a while in this tiny room. He didn�t realize just how hot it would actually be, however.

The cooling rains were several days overdue, so not only was it hot, the humidity was almost unbearable everywhere�but it was at its worst inside the hot rooms, where a closed door and the insulated gray padding trapped the heat that beat down on the corrugated tin roof. The slightest breeze came in thru the open door, but Alimar was already sweating so much from his efforts that the air had little cooling effect.

When the chest was finally positioned where he wanted it to be, he used the towel to wipe his arms and chest; then tucked it under his belt again. He slid the key into the lock on the chest, and took out several pieces of leather: straps and harnesses and other unusual looking tack.

Jaffa lay sprawled on her back where Alimar had thrown her earlier. Now he rolled her onto her stomach, squatting over her back, facing towards her legs. Her body was damp, her soft skin warm and slippery against his bare thighs. Taking a leather straps, he slid it under one of her legs then pulled back her ankle, bending her leg until her heel pressed firmly against her ass. He pulled the strap tight around thigh and ankle, securing it with a small locket. He did the same thing with the other leg then bound her arms with a strap that encircled her wrists and upper arm. Once he had secured a second strap under her armpit and around her wrist, securing both arms with lockets, her arms were held tightly folded at her side�making her look a little like a plucked bird being held up by its wings.

Jaffa moaned and turned her head to the side.

Stretching out her neck for the axe, Alimar thought with mild amusement. Well, it was time to stuff this frigid bird. He gathered her damp, shoulder length hair into a loose pony tail, to keep it out of the way as he looped a leather collar around her neck. As he pulled it tight, her breathing became hoarse and heavy from the pressure; so he loosened it just a little before securing it with another small locket. The fat collar had a small metal ring on the back, with a short leather cord, about a half a yard long, tied to it.

Alimar was surprised when the girl didn�t wake up as he dug his fingers into the flesh under her arms to pick her up. As he lifted, her back arched and her stomach made a wet sucking sound as her body pulled away from the floor. He rocked her back on her knees until her joints reached a position where they could bend as they were intended to and she sank down into a sitting position with her ankles under her legs, the small of her back arched over his knee. Her let her head flop backward, which forced her mouth to open and caused the collar to tighten about her throat. Her breathing became labored. A weak cough caused her head to bounce forward slightly; then it fell backwards again.

Her eyes were moving quickly under her eyelids.

Was she dreaming? Alimar wondered what kinds of dreams she might be having at the moment. Nothing too pleasant he hoped.

He slipped a chest harness over her head, and pulled the thin leather straps snug around her slick chest�one strap above her small but firm breasts; another below, with a connecting, halter strap running up to her neck. It pulled the two horizontal straps closer together, pinching her breasts in an appealing way: they plumped up with blood and the nipples stood out even more prominently than they normally did. Alimar tugged on the buckle at the back of the harness until the leather straps bite quite deeply into her flesh.

Suddenly Jaffa�s eyes flashed open and she looked at Alimar in horror.

�So, sleeping beauty awakes!� he said sarcastically. He pushed up sharply using the toes of the leg she was draped over, forcibly raising his knee at exactly the same time that she was trying to sit up. In combination, the two efforts shot her forward like the crack of a whip. She flopped down in a four point stance, resting on her elbows and knees.

She gasped, obviously still not quite entirely aware what was happening to her and turned her head to look at him. Her long hair[1] fell like a blanket over her face.

�Remember me?� Alimar asked, grabbing her hair and ripping his fingers through the damp tangles. He pulled her head back and slid a stiff leather harness around her head. It was constructed of several bands. One encircled her forehead and another crossed the top of her head, passed over her temples and under her chin. Several other straps finished the harness out, making it fit tightly to her head with very little play. Just below the jaw bone, on either side of the main vertical strap, was a metal ring. By centering a horse-gag between two strips of leather, and then threading those strips through the rings and knotting them, the horse-bit was pushed tight enough into Jaffa�s mouth that she could not easily spit it out. The straps from the bit also continued on another two feet on both sides, serving as efficient reins.

�Now for the saddle.� Alimar grinned and pulled from the chest a peculiar belt with a bulbous piece of formed leather attached to its center. Alimar grabbed Jaffa�s chest harness, pulling her to a sitting position on her ankles again, and wrapped the belt around her waist, buckling it in the front.

She tried to pull away from him, but her struggles were no match for him; and he rammed his foot into her gut as he pulled the belt tight. Two narrower straps ran from metal rings on either side of the belt�s buckle, coming together halfway to her crotch, at a large metal ring that pressed deeply into her lower abdomen. Alimar threaded the strap (that continued on from this metal ring, between her legs, carefully spreading the lips of her pussy. He secured it to the belt in the back by standing behind her and nearly lifting her off the floor as he tugged on the narrow strap.

The final touch on the belt was a pair of stirrups that snapped on with metal pins through the sides of her belt.

When Alimar finished, he pushed the chest back out of the room and closed the door behind him.

2

Jaffa lay on the floor feeling as if she were drowning. Her sweaty stomach stuck to the gray mat, as she forced herself to roll over so she could watch as he left.

When the door�s lock clicked behind Alimar, she panicked�tried to scream, with a fair degree of success�although she knew that no one outside the room could hear her or would care if they did. If he chose, Alimar could leave her in this room until she died. She knew he wouldn�t do that. She was his property, and you don�t destroy what you own without a better reason than what he had�but the room was hot, she was hungry, and the leather bit uncomfortably into her flesh.

Then a cramp started to knot up her left hip. She tried to relax, as the dream-palace maids had taught her, but her muscle kept getting tighter; they began to ache. She arched her back, trying to stretch the hip muscle, and her toes began to curl. 

Now she�d really done it. She could feel her toes slowly tightening, becoming more painful all the time, but she was helpless to massage her foot. Lying on her back with her knees in the air, she tried to force her foot flat against the mat, but she only made the cramp in her hip worse. Then her right foot began to cramp, and the muscles in her back.

The bit didn�t hold the sounds back, but the next breath she took got caught in her dry throat and she began to cough in a fit that brought the muscle spasms back even stronger. Before the first hour was out she had coughed and screamed and cried herself hoarse, but her muscles had cramped themselves into exhaustion and the spasms, when they came now, were weak and short. She learned to avoid cramping by lying very still. Her arms and legs were growing heavy from lack of blood. She could feel a bubble of heat surrounding her with not the slightest breeze to disturb it. Lying still, the heat surrounded her, pressing in on her like a hot blast from an oven, but moving only made it worse. Little streamers of sweat rolled over her body, tickling her as they left little trails.

After a time, the belt began to press uncomfortably against her bladder. She managed to crawl to the corner where there was a drain to piss in, but the strap between her legs pressed firmly against her urethra making it quite difficult to pee, and impossible to do so without it dripping down her legs in warm little rivulets.

She was too tired to crawl away from the drain and the smell was all over her anyway. Eventually her mind began to drift into sleep-like images, but her discomfort prevented her from sleeping soundly. Occasionally she would become aware of her surroundings. When she raised her head, to lick her arms and shoulders for the wet and the salt of her sweat, she felt light headed and lay back down drifting again into sleep. Another time she tried to wipe the stinging moisture from her eyes�it was easy enough to reach her face the way her arms were bound�but her hands seemed to be just as sweaty as the rest of her and it only made it worse.

3

Jaffa wasn�t really sleeping but her mind snapped back to alertness when Alimar came in with a tray off steaming hot food and a bowl of water. Knowing that she would be unable to eat any of it with her gag in place he set the tray down beside her. He unlocked one of her red, swollen legs and began working it back and forth; watching the grimace on her face with delight as stinging needles of pain shot through her limb. He took a rag and began wiping the sweat from her leg, vigorously massaging the discolored skin. 

Her voice was hoarse as she moaned, and her leg shivered with involuntary twitches as the itch in her leg built to a maddening level.

He couldn�t help smiling as he took in her body: the slight rising and falling of her constricted and glistening stomach, the small pinched breasts with a bulbous nipple, her long lanky legs�the one bent beneath her tensed as if it were cramping. He leaned over her, as he massaged up and down the length of her leg, and ran his tongue over her ribs. She shivered, but he wasn�t sure if that was because of her leg or her ticklishness. 

The normal color had returned to her leg, and the circulation was flowing again. He took a clear bottle from his pocket, and poured a pale bluish white cream onto his palm. �This will keep your flesh from dying,� Alimar told her as he worked it into her leg. 

When her skin had absorbed it, he put the strap back on her leg. She didn�t resist. She knew it would only make it worse if she did, and to reward her he left the strap a notch looser. Then he turned to her other leg and repeated the whole process again.  

When he had loosened each of the four straps, massaged her limbs back to sensitivity and applied the strange bluish cream, he turned out the light and headed for the door. 

�Try to get some sleep.� he said without malice.

He did not return for a long time.

Fortunately, neither did the cramps, but after a while the blue cream began to burn with a deep heat. Instead of her arms and legs becoming heavy and swollen with red as they had before, they began to burn with a fierce fire. The longer she laid still and the more she sweat, the more fiery her limbs became.

She put her face in the water bowl, and sucked a little into her mouth despite the bit gag. It was warm and made the sweat run into her eyes; and her stomach ache all the more with her hunger, but it felt good on her parched and raw throat.

She did not sleep much, but drifted in and out of waking. It was easiest to lie on her stomach, but that caused her sinuses to become congested and her ribs and back ached after a while so she turned onto her back with her knees in the air.

Slowly she relaxed and her legs fell to the side as she drifted into a restless sleep. 

She dreamed that she was back sleeping with the other girls in the servants den. The air smelled of freshly changed bedding straw. She felt a warm body snuggling beside her. The wet body felt good against hers. A hot breath tickled her ear. A hand brushed across her stomach, and Jaffa felt cold, even as she felt the heat. She tried to move away from the other girl�s curious hands, but her arms and legs were suddenly being held tight and she couldn�t move. A hand grabbed her around the waist and pulled her off the ground.

She woke as her foot was beginning to cramp.

Alimar woke her up as her feet were cramping full force. He was supporting her in the air by her waist and removing the belt that ran between her legs, but her legs were curled so badly she hardly noticed. She cried out, arching her back as she tried in helpless frustration to push her toes straight. Alimar set her down. She pushed her feet down against the mat. It didn�t help, her body didn�t have enough weight to press her feet flat. She flopped her knees firmly against the mat with a loud thump then brought them together with a bone jarring slap. 

Alimar didn�t care about her pain. He pried her legs apart and forced himself down on top of her, his weight pushing her back flat against the mat. She screamed as he forced himself inside her. His sudden lung forced the air out of her lungs; she gasped for breath, but he rammed his body against her again. She couldn�t ease the cramp, couldn�t draw in any air, and he was tearing her apart. The leather strap had been rubbing between her legs every time she moved, and it had rubbed her clit until it was to tender for this sudden and violent assault. She cringed against the many pains; and painfully sucked air with a ghastly wheezing sound.

Just as she took her breath, Alimar finished and collapsed on top of her, his full weight pressing her into the mat. For several seconds he just lay there, as she labored to force air into her oxygen starved lungs.

After a moment though, Alimar raised his head. He smiled, reached up to remove her bit gag, and when she opened her mouth to take a breath he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She turned her head away from his tongue; and felt his breath hot on her neck; her lungs ached. Her feet were still trying to cramp, but they were exhausted now and the pain was dulled from the long duration.

He laughed, and licked the sweat from her breasts; then her stomach. She trembled beneath his touch, but refused to let him make her laugh; and after a time he released her arms and legs. Her stiff muscles were in tight, tender knots, and she was sure a muscle on the inside of her thigh was torn.

He massaged her stiff limbs thoroughly with the bluish cream�working slowly but efficiently. By the time he was done her legs and arms had stopped aching, but were burning with the healing pain even more fiercely than they had the first time.

When he left he replaced the leather between her legs, and bound her wrists behind her back, but he left her legs free. She tried to drink a little more water, but it was difficult with the gag and her arms tied; and the rough side of the thin leather strap between her legs rasped against her vagina as she leaned over the plate. She ignored the discomfort and managed to drink several mouthfuls before her stomach began to complain.

When at last she lay down, she quickly drifted off into a restless sleep.

Several times she awoke with her feet cramping badly, even though her legs were free of bonds. When she moved to relieve her feet the strap between her legs bit into the insides of her legs where Alimar had rubbed her raw, and she cried from the frustration and pain.

Occasionally, a little sweat trickled underneath the leather between her legs and her raw flesh stung terribly, waking her; but she always drifted off to sleep again. And each time she sleep she dreamed that she was being held while Alimar rubbed his callused fingers between her legs; and she would wake to find that it was her own movements of protest that caused the dream.

4

By the time Alimar returned, the air in the hot-room had become noticeably cooler. Her muscles were stiff and sore, but for the first time she was cool enough that her sweat had dried. 

Alimar pulled her to her feet, forcing her to walk as he helped to support her. Her muscles were weak and her joints ached from inactivity. After walking her for a few minutes he rubbed her limbs with the bluish cream again.

The burning was just as intense as the last time.

Then he led her over to a plate of food he had brought in while she sleep.

�You�ll have one minute to eat!� he said, as he loosened the gag and pulled the dish of dry food and the water closer to her. It smelled awful and she turned her head away, her empty stomach wrenching itself, but nothing came up. When she had gained control again she drank a little water and took a mouth full of the dry food, but she spit it back out, gagging on the nasty taste.  

He pulled the gag back on her. �Suit your self,� He said, �but don�t expect to be eating anything for a good long time.�

Before Alimar left he bound her legs at the knees and ankles; then secured her arms behind her back at the wrists and elbows. He did not return for what seemed like hours. When he did come back he folded Jaffa�s arms and legs and bound them with leather as they had been the first day in the hot-room.

He led Jaffa from the room by the reigns on her bit gag.

Walking on her elbows and knees was difficult. She was tired and weak from lack of food, and the leather between her legs grated unmercifully. After a brief period of awkwardness she discovered a swinging movement that made things easier. Alimar walked at a slow pace, letting her get used it.

They hadn�t gone far when they came to a large room, full of toys and obstacles for climbing. Three young boys were waiting, and when they saw her they rushed toward her, knocking her over as they all shouted and jumped on her at once.

�Let her get up first.� Alimar said. �You can�t ride her if she can�t get up.�

Reluctantly the boys backed up, and he pulled her up onto all fours. �Me, me, me!� they cried, swarming at her again. Pulling two of them back Alimar let the third jump on her back. She toppled from his weight�the strap between her legs tearing at her as she tried to keep herself upright.

�Get up,� Alimar said, striking her with something on the small of her back. She flinched. It burned like a hot iron.

The strain of her own weight against the straps made getting up rather difficult and before she could rise onto all fours he struck her again and she lost her balance.

He struck her again and again; until she finally forced herself onto all fours.

�Try again!� Alimar said, and this time the boy�s weight wasn�t such a surprise and she managed to keep her balance. �Now walk her around,� he said.

The boy kicked his heels into her hip bones. She felt it like a blow from a hammer, and tensed against the pain. At first her walking was a slow and uncoordinated tottering movement, that sawed at her flesh and made her muscles burn�the boys weight made it impossible to use the swaying motion she had learned earlier�but after a time she learned a new way of moving that made it a little easier.

Alimar gave the boys a turn order; and warned them not to fight among themselves. �If she decides not to go any more,� he said, producing a small bottle of clear liquid from one of his pockets. �Take her belt off and rub a little of this on her ass. That ought to get her going.� he smiled. �But don�t use too much of it the first time, or she won�t be any good after that.� He patted Jaffa almost affectionately on the head, and said, �Have some fun now!�

One at a time the boys took their turns walking her around the room. They seemed to delight in kicking her and jerking on the reigns or her hair; and guiding her towards the obstacles instead of around them. She refused to climb over them and at last the boys gave up on that, but they continued to kick her, urging her to go faster. 

She suspected that going faster was only part of the reason the big boy kicked her. He was quite adept at landing blows that jarred against her ribs and hips; and every time she flinched or moaned when he found a particularly painful spot, he would laugh gleefully, trying to find the same spot again and again.

There was a cool breeze from the ceiling fan, but sweat soon covered her body, and her muscles began to burn with greater and greater weariness. The floor was scraping the skin from her elbows and knees. The rough leather grated between her legs; and she continued to feel a cramp coming on, although it never actually started. She was reaching her limit, but she kept walking. Whatever that clear liquid in the bottle was, she knew it wouldn�t be pleasant, so she forced herself to go on while her legs screamed in weary agony and turned to lead.  

It didn�t take long before the boys began to argue about their turns. One accidentally slipped off her back before she reached the changing area, and the big boy jumped on her back before the first could get back up again. The big boy, of course, refused to get back off, and the first began pulling Jaffa�s hair and refused to let go until he did. Frustrated the rider began to kick her ribs and hips repeatedly with his heel; and each time he seemed to hit just the right spot to make her gasp with pain.

Jaffa didn�t know what to do! She pulled against the boy holding her hair, but he wouldn�t let go; and she tried to buck the boy off her back, but he was too heavy. She was too exhausted by now. At last, in desperation, she flopped painfully onto her stomach; and the boy flopped right down on top of her forcing the air out of her lungs.

�Lets see what this does,� one of the boys said holding up the clear bottle.  

When she heard that, Jaffa tried to stand, but the big boy wasn�t going to let her. His body pinned her down, while he reached around to unbuckle the strap.

She clamped her legs together, but the other boys easily pulled them apart, while the one with the bottle dipped a brush into the clear liquid and painted a fat stripe across her ass.

The liquid felt cool going on. For a moment it was a relief on her hot, burning flesh, then slowly the cool became a warm tingly feeling, then it was hot. It kept getting hotter. Before long it was a flame: a torch held to close to her ass. It could have been acid eating her skin.

The boys all laughed as she squirmed in agony. She wanted to sit on a big chunk of ice, to press her self against something cool�anything cool. But there was nothing cool. She couldn�t even touch herself; and now the big boy was pulling her up by the hair. She had thought she was exhausted, but standing on all fours, she couldn�t bare to stay still. She started off walking, faster than she had even in the beginning; and the big boy clung to her back, kicking and shouting like he wanted her to go even faster.

The other boys were eager to take a turn, but when she came around to the changing area the bigger boy wasn�t about to let her go. That didn�t set to well with the other boys; but instead of fighting over her; they decided to chase after her with the bottle of clear liquid and the brush. Jaffa saw them coming at her and she ran harder than she would have thought she could. The big boy was just laughing and slashing his heels into her ribs. The smaller boys were laughing now too, as they ran behind her, trying to snake the brush up between her legs.

She couldn�t keep away from them forever, even if most of the fun for the boys was the chase, she was just to exhausted. The burst of adrenaline was wearing off, and even if she knew the boys would make the pain start all over again if she didn�t keep moving, there was a limit to how far she could push herself. At last she could do no more and fell to the floor, sobbing hysterically. 

She knew they would torture her with the liquid fire, and they did not surprise her. She just lay on the floor, to weary to clamp her legs very tight as they pushed the brush between them searching for the red inflamed flesh between her labia. They found it readily enough. She moaned at the renewal of the pain tearing through her. For a moment she squirmed, weakly flapping her legs while the boys laughed. But pretty soon she didn�t move at all even when they poured the liquid on straight. She just lay there breathing deep, but ragged breaths and moaning in a way that was more like the air rattling deep in her throat.

One of the smaller boys looked at her with concern. �You don�t think she�s dying, do you?� he asked. He didn�t think Alimar would like it if that happened.

�She�s not dying!� The big boy said. He poked her in the ribs with his foot and as if to prove his point, she curled up more tightly. �Besides, Alimar will know how to make her better with his healing creams and all.

The other boys shrugged, but the talk of her dying had gotten them all thinking, and they left her without doing anything more.

5

Jaffa had lost consciousness before the liquid had lost most of its heat. She didn�t even notice when the boys left, and she sleep so soundly that she didn�t notice when a while later Alimar came in and carried her back to the padded cell.

He released her bonds and applied the blue cream, working her legs to restore the circulation and to check for anything worse than bruises and scrapes. Jaffa woke to the pain of pins and needles, but she was so exhausted that later she would not recall anything that happened.

Alimar gave her warm meat broth to drink, and a few bites of a nutritious if foul tasting white mash�then he replaced her gag and bound her hands loosely in leather cuffs behind her back. 

Her sleep was as sound as it had been in several days.

When she awoke her muscles were painful knots, and her body was wracked with fever. Alimar was rolling her onto her side�the leather pulled at the fur between her legs and started a fire in her flesh. He worked the blue cream over her long legs. It went on cold. It seemed to absorb the fire in her body and melt some of the knots in her muscles.

He released the leather between her legs and worked the cool cream into her red swollen flesh, slipping his cold finger deep inside her hot trembling body. She felt suddenly cold. When she tried to eat she had trouble keeping it down, but she ate and then fell asleep again.

When she woke her fever was gone and she shivered in the morning cold. The fever had burned up what little energy she had left, leaving her feeling deathly weak.  

Alimar brought her a plate of food.

It was not very appetizing looking, but the smell of it made her mouth water; and at her willingness to eat he released the gag and hand feed her. The food hit her stomach hard. She thought she would vomit but she didn�t. He fed her only a very small portion, then an hour later he came again and gave her a little more.

It wasn�t very long before the food began to return a measure of her strength. Jaffa knew there was a potent restorative in the food, just as there was potent magic in the blue cream that return the strength, color and life to her body.

She got up and walked around slowly. Her muscles were tired, but the walking seemed to help. It was like mildly reactivating the effects of the blue cream.

After a few more hours Alimar returned with more food. He rubbed her down once more with the blue cream and put an oily salve on her chapping lips. Before leaving he bound her much as he had the first day she was in the hot-room, but this time he left the arms and leg leathers just loose enough that they wouldn�t fall off by themselves. This way her circulation would not be seriously hampered.

6

The next time Alimar came in he had a boy of about seventeen with him, and Jaffa thought she could see a certain family resemblance between them.

�Here she is, Lenar,� Alimar said, pulling her up onto her knees and guiding her in a slow pirouette. �Well, what do you think?�

Lenar just smiled.

�She�s a pretty good girl,� Alimar said, �and she�s all yours if you want her. You�ll have to take total responsibility for her: feed her, exercise her, wash her and discipline her. You�d have to answer for her actions, she�d be legally yours. And you would have to take care of her, because I�m not going to do it for you. When you get tired of her a few years down the road or if you decide you�d rather play with your friends than take care of her...� Alimar let the sentence hang unfinished. �What I�m saying is, if you don�t feed her she�ll just have to die, because I won�t do it!�

�I�ll sell her then.�

Alimar nodded, pleased. �You�ll have to do it on your own; and what ever you get for her will be yours.� 

Lenar smiled. �I like her.�  

�Good, we can give her an osteoectomy if you want, I�ll be glad to pay for it. And I�m willing to help you train her.�

�No,� Lenar said. �I think I like her legs. I want her to keep them.� 

Alimar frowned but not too deeply. �You�ll have to keep her inside or in leathers then,� he said. His voice took on an edge. �Unless you�re thinking of bonding to her.� 

Lenar tilted his head in such a way to indicate that he understood, but it was not an answer to his father�s question. 

Alimar cleared his throat. �Alright. You can try it that way, but if you have any trouble let me know. She can be a little stubborn sometimes. And if you change your mind about the osteoectomy, I�ll keep my word about paying for it.�

�Can she sleep on my bed?�

Alimar rolled his eyes and shrugged. �Keep her clean! I don�t want her getting your bedding dirty or spreading fleas around the house.�

�Oh, I�ll keep her clean!� Lenar said sardonically.

�Alright then, she�s yours, Lenar. I�ll have the paperwork done up, but you can take her home now if you want.� 

�Great!�

�Don�t forget to feed her when you get her home, she�s still weak. And remember what I told you about keeping her in fetters. I don�t doubt she�ll try to run away again if she gets half a chance.�

 ***

Lenar led Jaffa proudly from the pleasure palace, across the court yard and through the huge iron gates. A tall boy was waiting for them beside a wagon with two large wheels with a padded seat area above them. A single wooden, semi-circle harness extended from the front; and two thick legged girls, who looked like identical twins, were connected to the cart by chains which linked to large, rough leather corsets around their waists. The sandals on the girl�s feet were the only other clothing they wore. Their small arms were connected at the elbows by a short thong that just allowed them to grab the wooden harness before them. They were dirty, sweaty and tired. Jaffa was shocked when she walked closer to see that they were easily two heads taller than Lenar�who she suspected was again half a head taller than she was�and their legs were larger than Jaffa�s waist.

�Is this my taxi,� Lenar ask.

The boy looked up without smiling. �If you ordered one it�s yours.� He gestured towards it with his hands, and Lenar climbed into the seat. The taxi boy scooped up Jaffa�one arm under her arm and the other between her legs�and tossed her up onto the flatbed behind Lenar�s seat. Instinctively she tried to reach out with her hands and feet to catch her self, but with the bindings on, all she accomplished was to spread herself wide so that when she landed she fell flat on her stomach with a dull thud that forced the air out of her lungs.

�Take it easy with my property!� Lenar said sharply, but he smiled at the taxi boy to let him know that it was alright.

The taxi boy meekly begged his pardon and climbed into his driver�s perch.

7

When they reached his home, Lenar paid the taxi boy and led Jaffa through the courtyard into the kitchen. Two girls were sitting at one end of the large wooden table cutting up fruit for a salad. The older of the two wore a slave�s tunic and a collar. She had the straight black hair of the Clestion bloodline, which meant that she was valuable property if her pedigree was pure. The younger girl had the same sandy brown hair as Alimar and Lenar, and wore the child�s bracelet, so Jaffa knew she was under age, and although she was called free, her father still owned her as surely as any slave. Jaffa had worn that same bracelet before her father had sold her to the pleasure palace.

The girls looked up, and were surprised to see Jaffa; then looked at each other with knowing glances.

�Shatoli!� Lenar said. The taller, dark haired girl set down her knife and made a slight nod with her head. �Have something hot for us to eat in about an hour.�

�Soup is almost ready,� she said.

�Fine.� He said, leading Jaffa through the house to his room. He opened a window and shut the door behind them, then turned to her and smiled. �Get up on the bed.�

She looked at him scornfully.

He sat down pulling her over to the bed, running his hand gently through her knotted hair to untie the gag in her mouth. �I can be a nice master.� Lenar said. �If you do what I ask you to.� He loosened the lacing down the front of his leggings with his free hand.

She pulled back, but his hand caught her hair and yanked her forward. �Don�t be stupid,� He said, beginning to fondle him self. He was becoming hard. �I can have you killed if I want.� Jaffa knew that it was true�there were laws against outright killing, even of slaves or pet girls�but that was just a technicality. There were a lot of very unpleasant things that he could legally do to her, several of them worse than a simple death, and if she happened to die during one of those punishments no one would hold Lenar accountable. If he wanted her dead it would be a simple enough thing to do.

His arm was moving up and down over his shaft. �Do you know what an osteoectomy is?� He asked, smiling.

She had an idea what it was.

�It�s where your legs are cut off at the knees and your arms at the wrists.� Jaffa swallowed down the rising fear in her throat. �That�s what my father wants me to do to you! He likes that look with those little metal caps they put on you. And actually it would probably be easier on you...of course once a thing like that�s done what can you ever be but someone�s pet? Or worse a stray!

A bitter taste rose in Jaffa�s throat. She had heard stories about the girls who became strays. They were left to fend for themselves, without arms or legs. Without washing they became dirty, and unkempt; and eventually they would starve unless they were vicious enough to fight for the tiny scraps of food that people threw to them. Strays often killed one another, clubbing each other with their metal caps as they fought over the meager bits. This sort of spectacle drew a crowd, so there were always people in the parks who were eager to toss the morsels of food; and strays eager to fight to the death over them. It was even said that sometimes the men made bets on which stray would be the last one standing, and how many of the injured would end up dying.

�You don�t want that, do you?� Lenar�s voice startled her. His threat had scared her more than she realized, and looking into his eyes she saw that he knew just how much. He smiled sympathetically. �Really I don�t like the look myself. I think legs are too sexy to cut off?�

She nodded vigorously, edging toward him.

�And hands,� Lenar said. �Are undoubtedly useful at times.�

He was moving faster with his own hand and he pulled her head down to his crotch. Eagerly she took him in her mouth, her warm lips surrounded his small, but swollen prick�her tongue flicking at the red swollen head. A thrill shivered up her spine as he moaned. The thoughts of the strays were still in her mind, and she was eager to do everything she could to please him.

He pushed down on her head urgently until she felt the head of his small member sliding down the back of her throat. During her training at the pleasure palace she had learned how to breath, training herself to hold her glottis closed in a prolonged swallow so that, like a sword sallower, she could take any object as far down her throat as she wanted. Still, she was glad that he was small. She could bare the tickling pressure at the back of her throat, but she had never learned to like it, and his small size made it easier when he pressed her head down to take his full length inside her until her teeth were pressed firmly against his pubic bone. He liked to work her head with his hands; and she could feel the head of his swollen member sliding in and out of the passageway to her throat.

Despite his size and youth, Jaffa was surprised at Lenar�s staying power. Long before he was done her throat and jaws began to ache. And when at last he came, he held her face pressed tight against him self as he shot his wad down her throat. She could feel his cum sliding down the back of her throat, and it made her need to swallow.

She stifled her gag reflex until he finally let her go, then fell back to the floor exhausted and out of breath, but she forced a smile that he mistook for genuine.  

It was several moments before either of them moved.

�You deserve a treat!� He said at last, getting up and leaving the room. He came back with a bag of sweet biscuits and a glass of milky liquid. He held the small, chewy biscuit out for her and she licked it out of his hand, Surprised that it was sweet and actually quite good.

�Something to drink?� She said. And he raised the milky glass to her lips. It was warm and foamy, and coated her throat with a smooth numbing feeling that helped removed the taste of his sex. �What is it?� she asked.

�Kurduvon.� He said, �Imported from one of the islands of the Zylomar cluster. It�s fermented milk.�

She didn�t say anything. It was good to feel the soothing warmth of the alcohol against the back of her throat. When she had finished the glass, he washed the mustache off her upper lip with a wet towel, and set a bowl of water out for her. As she sucked it up into her mouth he ran his fingers gently through her hair.

When she was done he said, �Ok now, up on the bed.�

She looked at him skeptically, but flopped her elbows up on the bed. Balancing on one knee, she raised the other leg and managed to catch in on the side of the bed. Shift her weight so that she would roll up onto the bed was more difficult, but after several tries, he placed his hand against her hip and gave her a helping push. She rolled onto the blankets, lying on her side.

As she waited, her breath became shaky. �Don�t be afraid,� he said. �I think I�m going to like you.�

She smiled, surprised and shamed by her own sense of pride.

He pushed her onto her back and rubbed across her stomach with the tips of his fingernails. She shivered with a burley controlled sigh. �You�re ticklish.� He smiled widely, and traced up to the belt around her waist, his eyes gleaming at her shudders.

Then he pulled the belt tighter to release the buckle. The tension around her waist and between her legs disappeared. Her ribs ached. She felt her bowels moving back into place and had a sudden urge to pee, but she managed to hold it. A stinging returned to her labium, where the leather had rubbed her raw. She had become numb to the rasping of the leather, but now the air made the raw skin sting.

�I have to pee!� She said.

He smiled and shook his head, �Not yet. You can hold it.�

He had a tube of salve which he applied to his hand, and then to her raw skin. It was cool, and he was very careful.

He had the concern of a healer, yet she noticed that his eyes were always on her straining legs and pubic muscles. He seemed to delight in her efforts to hold back an embarrassment.

�I really have to piss,� she said.

�If you do, I will have to punish you severely,� he said, calmly continuing to prod with his fingers, working the salve between her legs. His massaging only made it that much more difficult to hold back her natural urge.

When he was finally done he walked to a door beside the closet and pushed it open. �Come with me.� he said, watching her with amusement. She was clenching her pubic muscles together in a rhythmic motion that made her hips rock in an almost sexual way. 

�If I have to get on my stomach,� she said looking at him pleadingly. �I�m going to piss all over myself and your bed.�

�Ok,� he laughed, grabbing her under the arms and setting her down on the floor.

She followed him into the bathroom. In one corner was a black marble toilet that was little more than a hole in the floor. At its base was a small knob which made a slight grating sound, and opened a small hole as Lenar turned it.

Kneeling over the marble toilet Jaffa exploded into the bowl, shuddering uncontrollably as she began to void her bladder and intestines at the same time. Lenar straddled her back, placing his hands on her breasts and raising her up on her knees until she was balanced over the bowl. His hands felt good on her breast and her egest ecstasy made her moan with reluctant pleasure. As she was finishing, he pressed his palm against her stomach helping her to expel the last of it.

Only when she was finished did Jaffa open her eyes.

The small sandy haired girl was watching her. As their eyes meet the girls face turned red and she ducked behind the corner.

How much had she seen! Jaffa felt her own face turning bright red. It wasn�t just that someone had been watching. In the pleasure palace, groups of men frequently watched as other men took their pleasure or as the girls were punished for some transgression; but this was different. The girl�s presence suddenly made the stale repetition of humiliations fresh again. Jaffa hadn�t been this embarrassed in years!

If Lenar noticed he didn�t show it.

He carefully wiped her off, front and rear, then took a bottle of green crystal dust from a shelf, and sprinkled it into the bowl. �When you dirty the marble you must wash it out.� he said working a pump lever a few times until a short flush of water ran down the sides of the bowl and into the sewer.  

Lenar freed her from the rest of her leathers and bound her in a set of leather cuffs connected by a short strap behind her back. Then, smiling, he lead her out into the kitchen.

The smaller, blonde girl went to the cupboard and opened it when she saw them, and took down a pair of bowls and selected two spoons from the drain board. 

�Do you own her?� the small girl asked.

�Yes, Syvira.� Lenar said, �Father bought her for me.�

Shatoli, the dark haired girl, took a ladle from the wall and began dipping stew from the black iron kettle hanging over the fire in the wall oven. When the first bowl was full, Syvira set it on the table in front of Lenar. 

She looked at Jaffa and smiled openly, but when Jaffa looked back at her she lowered her eyes quickly.

�You can look at her while she eats,� Lenar snapped. �Right now, bring her some food.� He plunged his spoon into his bowl, and watched the steam rise as he stirred it. �You�ll have to blow on it for her, it�s too hot to eat.�

Shatoli brought the second bowl to the table and sat on the other side of Jaffa, stirring the stew. She took a spoonful and tested it with her tongue, then stirred some more, blowing on it gently.

�When she�s finished eating I want you to help me wash her, Shatoli.�

�Me too?� Syvira asked excitedly.

�You too, Syvira.�

8

When Jaffa was done eating Shatoli cleared away the bowl. �Syvira, get me some soap and rags,� Lenar said. The small girl giggled and ran to the hall. �Bring them out into the yard,� he said. He turned to Shatoli. �Fetch me some water.� 

She bowed and left.  

Lenar led Jaffa out into the courtyard. 

When Shatoli brought the first bucket he dumped most of it over her head. It was ice cold. Syvira wasn�t far behind with the soap and rags. �May I help wash her?� she ask, holding the rags towards him.

He smiled. �Go ahead.�

Syvira giggled excitedly and began rubbing Jaffa down with soap. �I�ll need some more water, Shatoli.� Lenar said as he sat down on a wooden stump to watch.  

Syvira�s hands caressed Jaffa�s arm tenderly. She worked her way up and soaped the armpit. Jaffa shivered under the girls touch and the cool of the evening with the chill of the water. When Shatoli set the next bucket of water on the lawn, Syvira was working on Jaffa�s breasts and stomach; by the time she brought another bucket Syvira had finished the other arm. Shatoli set the bucket down, and Syvira handed her one of the rags. Together they started soaping Jaffa�s legs.

They took their time�being unpleasantly familiar with their hands and pressing their bodies against Jaffa, getting as much soap on themselves as on her. When they had covered her, head and body, with lather Lenar dumped one of the buckets of water over the three of them. They all squealed. Shatoli jumped to her feet and grabbed two rags from the pile. With these they scrubbed Jaffa vigorously, paying particular attention to the areas where she seemed most tender.

�Alright,� Lenar said dumping the last bucket over them. �You�ve had your fun. Finnish up in the kitchen. Shatoli, bring me another bucket, and then heat some water so I can wash.�  

Syvira picked up one of the buckets, stuffed the wet towels into it, and went back into the house. When Shatoli brought out the last bucket he splashed water under Jaffa�s arms and between her legs where the water had failed to wash away the soap. Then took the last towel and began to dry her gently. 

When he was done he lead her back to his bedroom, insisting that she sleep on the end of his bed while he took a shower.

She was asleep before he had finished.

9

That night she had her most restful sleep in several days and awoke in the morning to find his head resting on her stomach. Her left leg was bent back under her, and her body was a little stiff, but he was cuddling her so lovingly that she didn�t dare move. 

She studied his soft, youthful face. Being so close gave her an odd perspective. There were tiny stress lines about his eyes, but otherwise he looked very young and innocent. He looked vulnerable sleeping; and he was handsome. If only she could make him learn to love her. If only he would take her as his mate. She was certain that she could grow fond of him. He had shown her that he could be cruel, but there remained a compassion about him. The way he had used the rags to dry her, was tender and thoughtful; and he looked so sweet snuggling his head against her stomach.

For the first time it occurred to Jaffa that, while she might have moved down in social standing, it was quite possible that she had opened up a new opportunity to advance far beyond what she could have achieved as a Pleasure Palace Slut.

The idea appealed to her. She could not make him take her as a mate, but she could do everything in her power to make sure Lenar was pleased with her. That way, even if he didn�t take her as a mate, he was likely to be a kind master.

Smiling contentedly, she lay back and quickly fell asleep.

She dreamed of gentle frolic and love making; and woke to find that it was true. Lenar�s head lay on her stomach, his hand petting her fur gently. Her legs were spread wide inviting him. She tried to reach out and touched his shoulder, but her hands were still bound behind her.  

He looked up at her and smiled. �Did you sleep well?�

She smiled. �Great!�

Winking, he said, �It shows.�

He got up and retrieved the leather straps from the bed stool. �I�m sorry I woke you,� he said as he came back with them. He refasten the belt loosely around her waist, barely pulling it flush, then walked with her to the bathroom. Turning the knob at the base of the marble, he watched as she kneeled over the hole.

With him watching she was unable to void herself, and finally after a few moments she gave up.

He released the cuffs from behind her back and refastened them in the front. Then he put a strap between her legs. It was covered with an oily substance that felt slippery and warm, and made the sliding leather less painful as she moved.  

When he had dressed, he put a collar around her neck and attached a leash; then they went into the kitchen. Syvira was standing with a pitcher of Kurduvon milk beside Alimar, but he waved her away. 

Lenar came in without a word and sat down in a chair. He pulled Jaffa down by her leash so that she was sitting on the floor beside him. Quickly Shatoli brought him a tray with a plate full of sausage, eggs and fried vegetables. Then she brought a plate for Jaffa, and set it on the floor.

Alimar leaned back in his chair watching his son eat. �You�re up early this morning?� he said.

�I wanted to take Jaffa running before I went to school.� 

Alimar studied her for a moment. �That�s a good idea,� he said. �She�ll need plenty of exercise, or she�ll get fat, laying around the house all day.�

Lenar smiled. �I figure Syvira can take care of that. She and Shatoli may want to have her help around the house; and as long as Syvira�s there to keep an eye on her...�

�You can let Syvira watch her,� Alimar said. �but she�s still your responsibility. Don�t forget that...I won�t hold Syvira or Shatoli responsible or let you punish them if your girl runs or gets in trouble. And they will have every right to treat her as they see fit...she�s a pet, not Syvira�s sister. Don�t forget that!�  

Lenar nodded. He understood what his father was telling him. �I�ll keep Jaffa in light chains,� he said. �I think I can trust the girls enough to lock her in her room when they leave.�

Syvira nodded enthusiastically, and assured Lenar and Alimar that she could be trusted.

Alimar studied his daughter for a moment then smiled. Syvira was a dutiful girl, even if she wasn�t too bright. He got up and kneeled beside Jaffa, patting her head a little too hard. �You�ve found yourself a pretty good friend there, haven�t you girl.� He said. Then his voice grew cold. �Just remember what it is you�ve got! I don�t think you want to loose it.�

Jaffa studied the floor, afraid to look at anyone.

10

When he was done eating, Lenar removed the leash from Jaffa�s collar and attached it to a metal ring at the back of her new belt. He led her out into the courtyard; and they trotted slowly down the road, heading north. She forced herself to run for a short time, but her legs were weak and she had to walk after a while. The slippery leather strap rubbing between her legs was not a constant torture like the old ruffed leather had been; but it slide back and forth maddeningly across her clit. It was a grating sensation, that was not totally unpleasant despite her rawness; but it wouldn�t satisfy her, and the longer it worked the center of her pleasure the more frustrated she became.

Lenar seemed content to walk slowly beside her. As she looked around he smiled, and said, �This is the first time you�ve really seen the city isn�t it?� 

She nodded.

�Remind me to give you a tour when I get home tonight.� he said. �I�ll give you a geography lesson.� They had come to the construction site of a huge circular fountain, and she forced herself to start running again.  

11

Jaffa was horny all day while he was at school. 

Lenar left her in his room with her hands and legs unfettered, but he had locked the door. She had expected Syvira to come let her out, but either Lenar had told her not to, or she had made the decision on her own. 

As much as she liked having her arms free, Jaffa wished she had been allowed to be out where the other girls were. She could hear them talking, but couldn�t understand what they were saying through the door.

Alone, in his room Jaffa had nothing to do but read books, and listen to a music box which had a crank you wound up. There was a huge drawer full of metal cylinders that could be inserted into it. If the box was wound up, it would start playing when you closed the lid over the cylinder. She was surprised at the length and variety of tunes it could play, but it lost its interest before long. 

Mostly, through the day, she lay about on the bed changing the music cartridges when the tunes finished. She paged through a few books in the boy�s huge collection. She couldn�t read any of the words but she thought it looked like Amorisk, the language of magic. In the dream palace she had learned to speak passable Eaptisk and Torrian, which was a Creole derived from Zanadisk and the pidgin trade language common through the civilized worlds. Eaptisk and Torrian were very similar, and had a distinctive written look which Lenar�s books did not have.  

When Lenar came home she asked him about the books. He said that they were indeed magic books written in Amorisk.

�Would you teach me to read it?� She asked excitedly.

�I can not teach it to you until you are my companion. The laws on that are very clear.� He noticed Jaffa�s disappointment. �Come on,� he said, �I�ll take you outside.�

He led her into the courtyard and made her exercise before they went in to eat. It was the first time she had been out of doors without being bound in leather, and she loved it. She ran and jumped into the air, fell to the ground and rolled in the grass. Running after her, he laughed and sometimes pretended that he was trying to catch her, wrapping his arms around her, but letting her slip through his fingers. He became tired before she did, and finally he tackled her and they fell laughing. He kissed her and played his hands over her body while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

�It�s time to put on your leather so I can take you on that tour I promised.� he said.

�Ah, do we have to, just yet?� She said pulling him down to her. �I was hoping we could stay out a little longer. I�ve never made love out in the open.�

�Me neither.� He smiled kissing her neck, and working his way down to her hips. His tongue flicked in little circles over her flesh.

When he looked up, she meet his eyes with hers and smiled. She was very happy, because she knew she could make him love her. Perhaps he already did. And she was happy with him, laying here in the grass with his tongue teasing her flesh.

12

When they finally came back inside, Shatoli served Lenar his dinner; and when he was done he brought Jaffa a bowl of water and fed her meaty-bons out of his hand.

�It�s getting a little late for the grand tour,� he said. �So I think I�ll go see if some of the guys are playing kickball.

Would you like to come or would you rather stay here?�

�I�d much rather go with you.�

He smiled and went to collect her leather. He fixed her up with the harness and leather belt around her waist so he could lead her by the leash. Her hands he cuffed loosely with a short length of light chain behind her back. The normal leathers for her arms and legs, he tucked under his arm.

They walked down the road towards the Circle Lawns. 

There were hardly any people out; and the still wind that silently shook the trees gave the city a timeless, lost effect which neither of them disturbed until they came to the first road to the south of Lenar�s house. 

�This is Summer Leaf,� he said. �It is the border between Quarters and Summer Leaf burrow, which is were most of the public buildings are.�

They crossed into Summer Leaf on Vine, then they went west around Magus Circle. �This road received its name from the Magus towers.� He explained pointing to a group of huge irregular, white structures.

�I�d like very much to see them, sometime.� She was very impressed with the towers even at a distance.

�I�ll show you the tower where I go to school.� He said unexpectedly, leading her towards them. �All the buildings inside the Magus Circle are sometimes referred to as the Magus Towers or the Citadels, but really those terms should only be said of the large white structures, which are all colleges. There are some smaller blue towers, that you can�t see from here that are know as the three towers. That colored rock work on the ground is called the Star of David.� As they came closer she could see the colored stones with metal inlaid into the ground like tile between the towers. �The name comes from the large star shape that inter connects the towers with walkway. There are twelve Towers: six at the triangle tips of the star and six closer in at the inverted points.�

Jaffa marveled at the intricate geometric patterns in the tile walkways. �It�s all so beautiful.� She said.Lenar smiled proudly. �Those blue towers to the northeast,� he said pointing to some smaller towers. �Are the Three Towers I was talking about, also known as the Circle Towers. The tallest of the three, the one in the center is the Gate Tower.�

Jaffa couldn�t remember having ever seen the Gate Tower before but she remembered hearing the name. It was the gate between the worlds. The gate through which she had been brought to the floating isles but a few years ago. She was close enough to the blue carved stone structures now to feel dreadfully impressed by their fine workmanship and the very contrast of their color, despite their being dwarfed by the white towers.

�The towers on either side of the gate tower house the two political forces of Eapar. The more powerful of the two is the Council of Twelve, a political group responsible for everything from electing judges to maintaining the quality of the roads. The other group, is called the Inner Circle, and consist of pseudo-mages... men who were unable to get into the council but had strong political motivations.�

�You don�t make them sound very noble.�

He laughed. �I�m hoping to become a member of the Twelve.� He said a bit apologetically, �I�m afraid all the propaganda I get at school has poisoned me against the circle, but in all honesty and fairness to them I can say that I�ve never meet one of their number that I liked very much. They concern themselves with philosophical questions, and the goings on of the other isles. They rightfully claim direct authority to the Emperor back in the homeland, but since the Emperor is content to let each of the isles govern their own province, the circle has almost nothing to do with the day to day governing of Eapar.�

Lenar showed her the Tower of the First Order where he was studying. �I�m at the head of my class in my studies,� he said. �I�ve even been advance several levels because of the nature of my work.� He smiled proudly. �I�ve already got a sponsor who has shown interest in being my preceptor.� He saw that she didn�t understand and added, �That means he�s willing to make me his apprentice. As long as I keep my grades high and he doesn�t die before I�ve been trained, I�ll have a position as an initiate, which means when he does die, I will replace him.� 

�Somehow that doesn�t surprise me,� She said. Her smile brought a calculated reaction from him: a beaming grin, and a tender caress. �But what happens if he dies before you become his initiate?�

�The twelve vote, and pick one of the other initiates.�

�And you?�

�That depends. If the elder who lost his initiate finds me worthy then I could become his initiate; but he is also free to choose another.� He smiled, pleased that she seemed to comprehend all that he was saying. �When I graduate,� he said. �I�ll need a free woman to host me.� 

Jaffa couldn�t help but smile. 

Things were moving faster than she would have dared to hope for. Or was he testing her, playing with her emotions to see how she would respond? Was she tempting fate by believing that she might be made a free woman? Suddenly she became very aware of Lenar and she blushed looking away from his stare.

13

Later, when they came to the Circle Lawns, there was a girl lying near the courts. She had lost her hands and her legs below the knees. Each stump was covered with a metal cap; and she had a collar. Her owner was one of the boys on the play field.

�I have to restrain you now,� Lenar said, taking her arm by the wrist and pulling it behind her back.

Jaffa didn�t struggle, but she wasn�t above complaining. �I won�t be able to do anything but sit here,� she said.

�I could tie you up like my father had you while you were being punished in the hot room.� Lenar�s voice was teasing but there was an edge of seriousness as well; and Jaffa realized that he was unhappy with her. It was important for her to learn her place before she could be entrusted with the responsibility of freedom. As his mate she would have a barring on his reputation.

�I�m sorry,� she said meekly. �I didn�t mean to complain, but if I was tied that way, at least I�d be able to move around.�

Lenar shrugged, and put the leather straps on her way, with he elbows and knees bent but leaving her legs apart; and he didn�t pull the leather very tight.

�And stay off the court,� he said, holding up a ball gag. She opened her mouth to let him put it on her; then he went to join his friends.

Jaffa walked over by the girl without legs. She couldn�t talk because of her gag; but the other pet girl only glanced at her with open hostility then looked away.  

She doesn�t like me because I still have my hands and legs, Jaffa thought. She didn�t go any closer, but walked on all fours to the other end of the court and lay on her stomach in the grass. She chewed on the small flowers that grew scattered thickly over the lawn. A slight breeze dried the light film of sweat she had worked up walking.  

She felt giddy with happiness. For so long she had been keep inside, she had forgotten what it was like to lay out under the sky, the wind blowing over her body with a light caress.

The flowers were pleasantly sour on her tongue, and the air carried the smell of freshly mowed lawn and drying sweet fruit. She took a deep breath. A butterfly danced in the air a few feet away and she got up and chased after it. The air felt good on her belly which had become damp from lying in the grass. She walked behind the butterfly for a time as it went from flower to flower, wandering through the large expanse of fields that stretched to the north. When the butterfly flew away she tried to run after it but her body wouldn�t let her and she ended up falling on her face. By the time she had gotten up it was gone. 

Suddenly her stomach itched and she couldn�t reach to scratch it. Knowing that made it seem worse. She wandered further from the courts and sat down looking over the field. After a while the itch began to fade.

This part of the city was very quiet, except for the boys at play. It seemed set apart from any buildings. Off a ways, the top of the Pleasure Palace�s towers were just visible above the line of tall trees that surrounded the fields and courts. At first the sight of it depressed her with the number of unpleasant memories it held, but then her feeling of the present returned nearly untouched.

In that field Jaffa felt as if she were in a large open pasture on the outskirts of the city, away from any master. She thought of the towers as a symbol to remind her. They were a part of her, an unpleasant part, but she wasn�t willing to give them power over her emotions. And knowing that, she knew there would be a day when she wouldn�t have to fight to be happy in their shadows. 

She liked that idea.

A smile sprang to her lips and she wanted to run. It was awkward and difficult, but she found that she could manage to move short distances at a jogging pace; and so she headed back towards the court to jog along the side line. It wasn�t much like running but it made her more optimistic about the leather.

It didn�t seem like it had been very long when Lenar came up behind her. �Practicing for something?� he said, kneeling beside her, pushing her onto her back.

�I was trying to run.�

He laughed, as he began releasing her legs. �It doesn�t seem very practical.�

�It would be,� Jaffa said before thinking.

�It would be if what...�

�If I could came out on my own sometimes while you were at school. I�ve missed being out doors. And I wasn�t even allowed out of your room the whole time you were at school today.�

�Let�s go home,� Lenar said. He slipped the leathers off her legs and helped her to her feet. �I�m starved.�

She followed him as he turned and walked slowly. Perhaps it was better to let the subject go, but she wanted to go outside on her own enough to risk it. �I know you don�t trust me enough to let me walk around free, but having my legs bound up like they were today isn�t so bad.� He didn�t say anything so she went on, hoping that his silence was permission to speak frankly. �Your room really isn�t very exciting.� He looked at her sharply. �Without you there, I mean!� She smiled innocently.

He grinned then wrinkled his nose. �You�d be dirty all the time,� he said. From the tone of his voice she knew she had won if only she could answer his objections to his satisfaction.

�But wouldn�t it be fun washing the dirt off me?� She smiled mischievously. �And I�d be careful so I wouldn�t get into any trouble.�  

�I doubt that. Girls have gotten killed when they�re out by themselves. It�s dangerous. I�d always be worried about you, wondering why you were late or if you were alright.�

�You won�t have to worry about me. I would never be late. I�ll come home before you get out of school, and I won�t be any trouble about it, I promise. Besides, I think I�ll go crazy if I have to stay in the house all the time. Syvira didn�t even let me out of your room all day. You won�t teach me to read your books, and listening to your music box gets old after a while.�

�You�d have to wear your leathers. And not just what you�re wearing today but full leathers, tight enough that you couldn�t get away, with locks on them! That wouldn�t be good for your circulation. Even with the blue cream, your legs will begin to die. They might have to be cut off.� Jaffa was quiet for a moment. �If that happened I couldn�t have you as my host.�

�You make something that wouldn�t cut off the circulation so bad.�

�Can�t you just wait until I graduate? Then I�ll make you my consort and you�ll be able to go out almost anytime you want.�

�I�ll go crazy if I have to stay in your room with nothing to do.�

He was quiet for a moment. �I like you. I just don�t want you to get hurt.�

�I won�t be.�

�Caps don�t like strays. I�ve seen them beaten pretty badly...even killed. You�d have no way of defending yourself if you were attacked.�

�If I had a collar they�d leave me alone.�

�I think you would change your mind before very long.�

�Is that a yes?�

�We�ll see... wait until I see what I can come up with for your leathers.�

She tried to hug him, but the cuffs wouldn�t let her; so she kissed his cheek. �Thank you.�

�But I have to give you that tour first.� he warned. �There are a lot of unpleasant places where I don�t want you to ever go.�

�I won�t.�

�If I ever find out you�ve been to one, you won�t be allowed out again. And stay clear of other strays, unless they have collars, and bonds. Some of them are cannibals.�

�You mean they eat each another.�

�They don�t attack pets, because they know we�ll track them down and kill most of them if they did. But they pick on pets, and sometimes they forget or get careless and kill one. And I don�t want that one to be you.� He saw her disgust. �Are you sure you want to go out.�

�Yah, I�ll just be real careful.�

�I hope so.�

>>>>>Sorry for the troublesome gap! These sections need a transition, or rewriting.

14

The next day was much the same as the first, except that it rained most of the day. Jaffa listened for the maids and tried to guess what they were doing. Most of the time she couldn�t hear them, so she sat by the window watching the rain falling in the street. At one point she saw a young, blonde stray walking in the rain looking very hungry and miserable. Her heart went out to the poor girl, but there was nothing she could do. 

When Lenar came home the rain had stopped and she talked him into taking her on the tour he had promised. He sent for a cart-taxi and put on her leather except for the gag and the strap between her legs. Shortly there was a tap on the door, and Lenar answered it, while she trailed close behind him. A thin young boy was at the door and he made a small bow, �Taxi, sir.� He said with a heavy accent she had never heard before.

They followed the taxi boy out to the street. The rain was nearly dried up, and the air felt unusually cool. Lenar climbed into the taxi, and pushed the section of seat beside him into a flat position. �Put her up here.� he said, tapping the flat wooden area that he had prepared for her.

�Yes sir,� The boy said, wrapping one arm around her waist and putting the other between her legs; then with a grunt hoisting her up, and tossing her onto the seat area beside Lenar.

�Easy with the merchandise!� 

�Sorry sir,� the boy said, trying not to smile. He took his place on the small ledge just in front of the seats, and shouted. The fresh pulling-girls leaned forward, and with apparent ease started down the road.

�Take us down Outland to Border.� Lenar said, �Then go north towards the labyrinth.� The boy nodded, and Lenar turned his attention back to Jaffa, tracing his fingers through her hair while she studied the muscles that rippled beneath the giant women�s skin. 

�Look at the size of their legs.� she said. 

�They�ve been bread for size.� his hand traced down over her back. �This kind of work is all they�ve ever done.�

�I wonder if they�re used to it by now.�  

He didn�t answer, but was quiet for sometime.�My uncle lives there.� He said at last, pointing out a large beautiful building. �He�s an independent mage, and he�s pretty good with his healing tricks, too. That�s his specialty, healing.�

She smiled. �Does he have anything for circulation?�

�Maybe.� 

�Now, this road were on runs from Eapar to Outland. It isn�t really recognized as a legal city. It�s more like a sanctuary for eccentrics and outlanders.�

�What are they?�

�Outlander?� she nodded, �Anyone who doesn�t live in the city. Inlanders live in city. Outlanders don�t recognize that law. They live outside the city without a license.�

�It�s illegal to live outside the city!�  

�Except for the farmers, and they are usually political outcasts which petition for a license to serve in that capacity.� Lenar brushed his fingers over her ass and between her legs. �The outlanders tend to live austerely, and are pretty much ignored by the Eapar politicos.�

�North, sir?� The boy asked.

�North.� Lenar echoed, �Then east at Hillock.� He turned his attentions back to Jaffa. The taxi was coming to the outskirts of the town. Beyond the last road the ground turned to grass fields that stretched as far as she could see.  

Outland road continued on, but the taxi turned left on Border. �Past this first street,� Lenar said. �Is carnival. It is Eapar�s center of amusement.� They rode for a few blocks, of solid stores. Then they came to Hillock road, and the taxi turned right. �This road,� Lenar said, �is the border of the Labyrinth. I don�t want you to go past it. And if you do...� he dug his fingers under her armpits and squeezed the bundle of muscle. �I�ll send you to the Torture Palace for a few days.� She squirmed trying to get away, but he tightened his grip. �And I�m not just joking about that.�

�O.K.� She cried, tears springing to her eyes.

He released her and began to massage where he had been holding her. �I�m Sorry, I just don�t want you to go there and get hurt. Promise me willingly that you wont ever go there.�

�I promise.�

15

The next day she had a mild sun burn from sitting on the taxi, so after he had bound her arms and legs up in the new padded leather sleeves, and put the waist, and gag in place; he rubbed a sun lotion over her, and left the strap between her legs off.

She walked him to the Tower of the First Order where his classes were; then she went off to explore the city of Eapar, wandering North down Vine Street, where Lenar liked to take her for her running exercise. In the dream palace she had not been allowed to venture outside the gates; and only rarely had she been allowed to walk out in the courtyard. She had not of course been born on the floating isle, and she found the sights of the city fascinating.

She walked down the road a few blocks from Lenar�s house and watched the workers doing reconstruction of the brickwork around the fountain at Circle Park. The name plate had already been inlayed into the marble ground work, and she looked at the inscription without much real interest. She was just about ready to move on when one of the young construction workers tripped over her, scattering and shattering a few of his bricks.

�Damn bitch,� He screamed, jumping to his feet and kicking her in the ribs as she was trying to stand. �Stay out of the fucking way.� Again he kicked her, this time catching her in the breast and sending her sprawling. She managed to roll away, but he caught her by the waist belt and carried her to the fountain throwing her into the pool.

The water was above her head with her limbs bound, and she panicked as she began to sink; but she managed to keep her head above the water, and soon found she could float, if she controlled her breathing and spread her arms and legs out. She had always been a good swimmer, and soon she learned to control herself and swam to the edge of the fountain, flopping her arms up over the edge.

The workers were laughing, and one pushed her back in and under the water. She came up gasping having pushed off the bottom and again she was shoved under the water. They continued dunking her until the leather was soaked and she grew to tired to keep her head above water for long. She would sink under and then push herself back up for a gasp of air, but even that was getting to be too much.

Then she heard voices and the workers were leaving her alone. A strong hand pulled her to the edge, and she was lowered face first to the ground and rolled gently onto her back.

She looked up and saw a dark haired, older boy standing over her. He brushed the hair out of her face, and stroked her breast tweaking her nipples unexpectedly. They jumped to attention and he smiled moving his fingers down over her stomach to her pubic fur. She tried to twist away from him, but he held her, and without advancing further, patted her stomach. Then he smiled and rolled her onto her side away from him, and she hurried away. When she had stopped she was near Lenar�s house. She had calmed down by now, and flopped down on the grass in exhaustion. 

When she was rested, after several minutes, she decided to continue south into Summer Leaf towards the circle lawns where Lenar had played kickball. She followed Vine Street until it came to the Magus towers, and walked around the circle road surrounding it to the academy�s recreation grounds. A few blocks away she could see the towers of the Pleasure Palace above some trees. Across the academy grounds she noticed some strays, as the dog women were called; and despite Lenar�s protest she was fascinated by them. They were looking for bits of fallen food in an area where students frequently ate and played.

Torn between pity and interest, she followed them at a distance watching as they scavenged, licking up scraps that were covered with dirt and greedily swallowing them. Often they fought viciously for small bits.  

A few strays came up to a couple who were eating there lunch on a blanket. The male seemed distracted, and he chased the strays away kicking them as he went. He returned his attention to his lady friend, and they were soon wrapped in each others arms. The strays stayed their distance from the couple; and when they left the girl convinced her friend to leave the leftovers from their lunch for the dog women who fought for them.

�What the hell happened to you?� Lenar ask, when he came home to find her sunburned and her leather shrunk uncomfortably tight on her. She explained about being put in the fountain, but she played it down for fear he might not want her to go out anymore. As she suspected, he seemed terribly upset anyway. He put the bluish lotion on her legs and bruised ribs. �How did the whole thing happen.� he asked as he rubbed her tender flesh with his hand.

She shuddered under his fingers, �I wasn�t looking where I was going and a construction worker tripped over me. It won�t happen again, though, I promise!�

The boy pushed harder, and she strained against the leather bonds that secured her hands behind her back. �It better not.� he said.

16

It was four days later before Lenar allowed her to go out again. He put on all her straps, except the stirrups, and pulled them quite tight. Then before he let her out, he greased her down again with a sun lotion. She walked him to the Tower of the First Order where his classes were. Afterwards she wandered south, down gate street and up the hill into the wooded area by the dream palace. The palace was a large ornately carved structure made of marble and crystals: and true to its name it was a pleasure to look at, though that was not that pleasure it got its name from. Its towers shot up into the air like pink, twisting missiles. The upper levels of the towers were reserved for the masters and their pleasure slaves. The work slaves, servants and maids were keep to the lower levels and in the underground.

As she came nearer she was overwhelmed by a feeling of depression. Not really a sadness, but just an empty, hollow feeling and she could not find a source within her to fill it. Her mind wandered. She looked at the gate, and past at the bars around the courtyard and the inner bridge that lead inside the palace. She saw familiar windows that she had only seen from the other side: down in the basement sleep quarters where she used to live. She was surprised that the memories didn�t flood back into her mind; and she was thankful for that.

There on the top of the hill she lay down, draping her stomach over some rocks to support her back. She propped her elbows up and just stared at the palace for a while.

Suddenly she felt a hand slipping its way between the leather and her waist belt, and her full weight was being pulled from the ground. She was set back down a bit out of breath, and pushed onto her back. Above her was the dark haired boy, who had pulled her from the fountain. He reached down and scratched her head gently, and she purred her pleasure. �Was that your home?� the boy ask, and she nodded. �Do you miss it?� he ask letting his hand slide down around her neck and shoulders to her breast. She shrugged. He laughed, �I�ll bet you do.� he said, rolling her away from him again and standing. �I wouldn�t stay around here to long,� The boy warned. �the guards are going to be picking up strays, and they might just pick you up by accident.�

She took his advice and began walking back towards the Magus Towers.

There she saw a man with a sack of food tossing bits to the ground. There were several strays around him who were eagerly licking up the food. She hide behind some bushes and watched. Before long, a large pack of hungry, angry strays gathered fighting for the small bits. They began butting each other with their heads, and using their metal caps to hit one another. By the time the food was gone several lay unconscious and bleeding on the ground. And shortly after, the same man who had brought the food out came along with a wagon and three female slaves, and they picked up the wounded bodies and place them on the carts. 

One of the slaves noticed Jaffa behind the bushes and snuck up behind her grabbing her by the waist-belt. �Look what I found!� The girl shouted excitedly pulling her by the hair out into the open.

The man glance over at her, �Let the bitch go, she�s got a

collar.� He said. �We have no legal right to take her as a palace pet.� The slave released her and she ran.

Later that day she saw a group of five strays and she followed them from a considerable distance. They followed Hillock road west from Circle Park until they reached Boarder road and the city ended; and they ventured out farther away from the city. She followed fascinated by there playful fighting and there searching for food. Shortly they left the road to the north and after a short distance of tall grassy fields, they came to a forest. She didn�t dare follow to closely for fear that they would discover her, and soon she had lost them. She had begun to itch from the grass, and she noticed small places where it had cut her. She didn�t mind. She found a fallen log made an excellent backscratcher.

Following the trail she thought they must have taken, she soon began to fear she was lost; and began to back track. To her surprise she found the way out without much problem, and decided she would come back again. Perhaps she would get into less trouble if she weren�t in the city.

17

The next day she learned a lesson in trust. 

It was terribly hot. A couple were having a picnic in the shade of some trees. The girl was a cute, young blonde with long silvery hair on her arms. Her lover coaxed Jaffa over to the shade, and scratched her head. She was beginning to enjoy being scratched when she was bound. The boy straddled her back gently, talking softly to her as he removed her gag, and smoothed her hair back. Then the girl held out a small white cube. �Go ahead, it�s good.� The boy said. 

As soon as Jaffa licked it up into her mouth the boy pulled back on the gag. It was a salty pebble; and she tried to spit it out but it was to big. The couple followed her for several minutes, watching her wretch and squirm as the cube dissolved in her mouth and became ever more bitter and putrid. They laughed as she tried to spit it out. She found a water fountain, but the water didn�t help for long. There wasn�t anything she could do. The taste stayed in her mouth all day, making her feel like she was on the verge of loosing her stomach.

After that she tried to stay away from strangers.  

Once, when she was by the Magus Towers, a group of boys started chasing her, teasing her by pushing her off balance, and throwing mud, and rocks. She tried to run but they followed her until they finally tired of the sport, which seemed like hours; and she had become exhausted.

She began to spend less time inside the city. Already she had covered most of Quarters, and discovered that it was mostly houses, and parks. There were a few houses with little shops on the side; a few inns; a couple of barracks; and some group homes, where several families shared the expenses. She had seen all the massive buildings and parks in Summer Leaf. Only the Elite of Eapar had houses there, and guards frequented the grounds so few people bothered her seriously for very long, however it was where all the school kids and high society hopefuls hung out, and was usually full of practical jokers, especially near the Magus Towers. She liked to go to Carnival; and had a nagging desire to go into the Labyrinth to see where the very poor lived. Some people were nice to her, and she frequented their places for a head scratching or a belly rub. 

She lived a double life: continuing to explore the city, and taking longer and longer walks into the land outside its borders; and another life pampered and untied in Lenar�s room. They had sexual contact almost daily, and she became very adept at pleasing him with her mouth. That was the only attention he allowed her to pay him. Rather he preferred to find new ways of arousing her. His favorite tease was when she was tied to trace lightly over her stomach and legs until she was screaming for him to stop. She always tried to endure the torture as long as she could, for it felt good. Too good!

As the weeks passed she became less afraid of displeasing him, although he did punish her sometimes. Usually it was by massaging her bruises when she got hurt, or putting on all the leather, and pulling the straps tighter than usual. Sometimes he wouldn�t feed her when she came home late, or he wouldn�t put sun lotion on her and she would come back burnt. Or maybe he�d put her outside to sleep for the night.

She was beginning to fear that he would never really free her. Still, being a pampered pet was preferable to being a slave in the dream palace. It was real freedom, thou, that she wanted. That was why she enjoyed her daily excursions so much. Occasionally she would stay inside: when it rained, or when she was bruised badly. The boy had bought her several toys. He even bought her a musical instrument which he called a Fleiln. Sasqua could play it quite well and she was instructed to teach Jaffa. Before long she was playing along as she listened to the music box. Despite all this it was still the free release of her excursions to the outer reaches that made her happy. 

The Grass, and plants made her itch when she walked through some of them, but she endured it with relish. It was much like the game the boy played brushing lightly over her stomach when her hands were tied.  

Her skin had become darkly tanned and she didn�t burn easily anymore. Sometimes she went deep into the forest on sunny days. She found a river valley where she went frequently. It was a large rocky area where fossils were plentiful, and she scraped her body badly sometimes, jumping around, and running playfully after butterflies. There were a lot of small rodents; and herds of grazing animals, but she never saw any predators, except maybe the caps, who she managed to avoid. One of her pass times was to watch ants. There was one spot of soft earth where there always seemed to be a profusion of the little hills.

She was becoming quite good at walking on all fours. The muscles in her hips, buttocks, stomach and lower back were all growing stronger. She had learned a method of rotating her hips and back that let her move at a slow trot. At first it had left her sore, and often she would get bruised in her hips and shoulder joints. But now her body was adjusting, and she could run that way for several minutes without tiring. Calluses had formed on her elbows and knee, despite the pads. Sometimes, she would be sore, if a bone was jarred badly, or she hit her elbows the wrong way, so she was very thankful for the pads, though she didn�t think not having them would not have stopped her from going out if she could.

�You shouldn�t go out so far!� The boy complained once as he tended her scrapes. The leather straps had left stark white lines, in contrast to the darkening complexion of the rest of her skin.

�You should let me go untied.� She said.

�I can�t do that.�  

�I�d love you even more.� But it was obvious he didn�t believe that.

 ***

She began spending most of her time exploring out by the forest, and in the grasslands to the south. There was a small creek running south, nearly parallel to the border of Eapar. It was easier to stay out of trouble outside the city; and she enjoyed the feeling of nature around her. 

One day she followed Hillock road past the first stream, which was the same as the stream she had found in the forest, and on until the ground became hilly. She came to a second stream; and she played at the edges of the water, and jumped across the stones, following the stream South up into the hills. The hills quickly became steeper, and even more jagged; and the path beside the stream that she followed became less useful. 

Before long she thought she heard the sound of a waterfall, and she made for it as fast as she could over the ever more difficult terrain. There were huge boulders, and sharp rocks. She was forced to stray away from the stream at times in order to make her way. Finally she came out at the top of a boulder and in front of her not far away was a waterfall. The stream fell some fifty feet down from a ridge into a small pool. From her spot she watched the water crashing down for several minutes, when suddenly, at the bottom, near the pool, a stray appeared to be coming out from where rock should be, and she drank from the pool.  

Jaffa Looked around, and saw on the other side away from the stream a path that lead down. It hooked around in a U shape to the left then to their right. She followed it around until she came to a path that followed the stream to the edge of the waterfall. She looked back up and saw the edge of the rocks where she had been.

The path continued down over jagged rocky terrain then turned into a large overhang that lead back into a cavern like impression in the rock. The trees and undergrowth hide it almost completely except from this spot where she could see through a gap in the trees. There were maybe as many as a hundred strays. She couldn�t tell because many were hidden by the trees. It was too far to see much but shapes and movement, and the trees blocked most of the view; so she moved closer, walking into the trees to keep under cover.

The overhang spanned maybe a hundred feet, if you included the edges. In the center was a large cave that became part of the overhang. She noticed that there were women with their limbs intact under the rock, also. They were dressed strangely, in bright colors. They were cooking a carcass over an open fire. It reminded her of a human body, and she remembered Lenar�s warnings about the cannibalistic strays. One of the women laughed and tossed a bit of the meat to a stray cap that was waiting eagerly for the bits of food they might leave behind.

Jaffa had seen enough, and she retraced her steps back to Eapar.

18

She was watching Lenar play a few days latter, when she noticed a few strays nearby, trying to coax some food from some boys on an adjacent field. She wandered over towards them leaving Lenar as she did sometimes. They were offering the boys sexual favors for the candy they had, and at least one of the boys was tempted by their offers.

She watched as the strays took the boys in their mouths their in public, and one let a boy enter her by the rear. Then the boys began to leave and the strays were left wailing and howling at the injustice of it. One of the boys came back laughing and threw them his chunk of candy saying, �I don�t want the rest of it anyway.� And the strays all converged on it pushing and ramming each other, until one managed to lick the dirt covered piece into her mouth. 

Then suddenly the strays had surrounded her. �Do you find it fucking amusing?� One asked, pushing her off balance.

She was wearing the gag and couldn�t answer, so she tried to leave. They began to push her around, butting her and biting her legs. She tried to butt back, but one struck her across the face with her metal tipped arm, and she nearly lost consciousness. 

Then they were being chased away, the older, dark haired boy who had pulled her from the fountain was reaching down towards her. She wined as he touched her face. He traced down her neck and over her stomach and wedged his finger between her legs gently. �It�s okay.� He said soothingly, pushing her legs apart forcefully but not maliciously, and he continued to pet her fur, licking his finger inside her teasingly and pressing in rotating circles over her mound. She became wet shortly, but he continued to build her tension. She watched his eyes and he looked up. She followed his eyes and saw that Lenar was looking in their direction.

She tried to twist away from him, but he held her. �Is he your master?� The boy ask, his voice sounding harsh for the first time. She struggled harder. �I won�t let you up until you answer me!� he said. She nodded. �Do you love him?�

She shrugged, no longer struggling and nodded.

He raised his eyebrows then sneered unpleasantly. �I guess I�d better be going then.� he said, and left.

Lenar left the game, and ran to her. �You fucking bitch.� He screamed, slapping at her head. She rolled onto her stomach wining, and he hit her on the legs and the side. It startled her because it was the first time he had hit her, or even become very angry. But quickly Lenar gained control of him self again, and lead her home.

He put all the straps on her; and soaked her down with the hose. The maid watched and giggled nervously as he scrubbed her with soap to remove any protection from the sun lotion. Then he pulled the straps tight, and staked her out in the yard, under the cloudy afternoon sky. He brought out a lawn chair and sat in the shade of the house reading, and watching her, as the intense sun peeked out occasionally from the clouds and warmed her.

She had fallen asleep when, he splashed her with a bucket of ice cold water. He released her bonds for a short time then redid them and sat back down to read. By then the sky had mostly cleared. 

Twice more he splashed her with cold water, and released her momentarily until it was evening and his father called him into the house to eat. By then sun was low in the sky, but still warm. He left her tied out on the lawn all night, without food. She could feel the cool of the night, although it did not become dangerously cold. Her muscles ached, but she slept.

In the morning Lenar came out and released her. He let her eat a biscuit and a swallow of a sour drink that left her terribly thirsty; then he retied her to the stakes. Before he left for school he doused her with cold water. She was miserable all day. Her stomach itched, and hurt; her limbs cramped terribly as they had her first few nights. By the time he came home her skin was getting red and burnt over her stomach and legs.

That night the boy said little. He released her, and feed her. Then he tied her up again, but he didn�t stake her out. Her body was red, and it hurt to stand up and it hurt to lie down. He amused himself, at her expense, in the usual way by lightly tracing over her stomach. At last, when tears came to her eyes because of the pain, he smoothed on a burns lotion which cooled her skin.

He didn�t remove any of her bindings for the night, not even her gag; and she sleep on the floor. In the night she woke with a powerful cramp in her foot. Her body burned like fire as it rubbed against the carpet, and she had to cry out in pain.

Lenar woke and massaged her foot, and rubbed her body with burns lotion. It hurt as he put it on, but the pain soon subsided and she fell back to sleep. 

By that morning the boy had forgiven her and was unusually loving. He prepared a special oil bath especially for her; and let her soak in the tub for the first time. He splashed the water up on her, and where it touched her skin felt cool, and tingly. �It�s a magical oil.� Lenar explained.

He wouldn�t think of letting her outside. Her skin was still red and tender. He gave her the tube of burns lotion, and told her to use it if it became too painful. It did: she spread the blue flecked lotion on several times through the day, and for several days to come.

19

Finally he allowed her out again, after warning her not to ever have anything to do with the dark haired boy again. She went to the forest. She followed a branch of the forest stream that went west until it came out into a grassy meadow. Here she took a drink from it. It was bitter mineral water, not sweet like the town�s water, but it was good because of her thirst, and she moved out into its depths. Its cool motion felt good washing across her arms. She submerged her face then her whole body, letting the heat from her exertion flow out from her. Since her sun burn, she seemed to get hot very quickly. She followed the stream, wading in the shallow edges until it emptied into another slightly larger and faster moving stream. This one ran north and south, and she thought that it was probably the same stream that came from the hills where she had seen the strays den.

Suddenly she slipped over a rock, and began to drift out into the current. She tried to climb back out but the bottom of the stream had turned to mud, and she slipped in over her head. She managed to control her fear, remembering that she had been floating in water before at the circle fountain in the square. So she concentrated on spreading her limbs out, and keeping her head above water, with a fair degree of success. The current was getting stronger and she waited to find where it would carry her. She was pulled along, as the stream narrowed into a mild rapid that dragged her belly down across some rocks. She tried to grab a hold of one, but she couldn�t, managing only to scrap herself on a sharp piece. 

She was caught in a small slide-like water fall that dropped her about five feet down into a larger pool. She went under from the fall, and the weight of the soaked leather was more than she could manage to bring to the surface again. She could not loosen her arms from the leather, even thou it was stretching now that it was wet. She was beginning to get a cramp. She knew then that she was going to die and she took a breath of water to end it, just as she felt something move against her stomach. She was being pulled to the surface as she lost consciousness.

She came to coughing, and retching; she tried to breath and began choking. A finger was in her mouth, then a hand was thrusting into her diaphragm under her ribs, something was dislodged from her throat, and a small trickle of water came out of her mouth, she tried to breath but could not get air, then lips meet hers, and blew into her lungs, and she coughed again, and sucked air on her own. It filled her aching chest, and she coughed again.

When she finally focused her eyes she saw a young blonde haired girl kneeling over her. The girl was quite pretty, with blue eyes; and her hair was waist length hanging down partially hiding her dark body, and draped down on the ground. The girl�s eyes sparkled when she saw that Jaffa had noticed her, and she said in a silk smooth voice, �So you chose to live!� She wiped the hair from Jaffa�s face, then rose and slid backwards into the water. She swam to the center and went under and disappeared. Jaffa was exhausted and she fell back asleep.

When she woke she made her way home as best she could. It was almost dark and her directions were somewhat disoriented. Her leather straps had dried and shrunk, making them tight on her, almost as when she had first been tied. She knew the boy would be home from school, and she wondered how he would react, she had rarely missed his homecoming before. Usually she was waiting in the yard or the garden area, because her sense of time had always made her edgy about that time. And now too she was terribly edgy.

Baryet, Lenar�s father saw her first and he greeted her with anger: �What are you doing without a gag.� He screeched taking a sturdy stick and striking her lower back at the kidneys. She fell to her side in pain and he sent a blow to her stomach. Another blow hit her leg. Lenar came out followed by the maids.  

Finally the beating stopped, and the boy dragged her to his room. She sat moaning in the corner, and as he watched her his anger subsided. He untied her and had her take a cold bath then he put her to sleep on the floor.

The next day he questioned her.

�What happen, why did you stay out so long?� He asked.

She shrugged, unable to look at him. �I�m sorry!� 

�That wouldn�t be so bad, but right after I punished you. I was worried about you! I thought you had run away because you were mad at me.�  

�I�m not mad at you.� she lied. �I just got lost.�

�What happened to your gag?� She said nothing. �How did your leather get wet?�

�I went wading, and I slipped into the water, I guess the gag came off then. I don�t really remember.�

�Wading!� He asked. She nodded. �Jesus! I would have thought you would have learned your lesson about water the first time.�

�I�m a good floater.� She protested.

�Well, you�re not going out anymore. From now on you�re strictly a house pet.�

She looked up at him shocked, and wanting to protest, but she forced herself to look down. She felt tears welling in her eyes and she turned away from him.

She stayed inside for the next several days, going out only under Lenar�s company to exercise or to watch him play. She was depressed, and moody; and slept a lot, except at night. He mentioned the change, and she shrugged and said she was sorry. She wasn�t as eager to be intimate either, and when he tickled her she endured it but wasn�t as playful.

�I�ll have your legs cut off.� he threatened teasingly once when she moved away from his touch, and she sensed a hint of truth in it, but she didn�t care.

�At least then maybe I won�t have to stay inside all the time.�

�Alright, damn it.� He said, �You can go outside again if it means that much to you. But you better be more careful!�

She jumped up and kissed him, almost unable to control her bliss. He shrugged with mixed emotions: Glad that she was no longer depressed, but upset that she needed something other than him to make her so happy.

20

She went back to the pool where she had nearly drowned the next day, and watched for the girl with blonde hair to appear again, but she never showed. She did see a number of strays swimming and playing happily. They swam quite readily, although not very fast, and they played what appeared to be a game of tag. Through the day they seemed to disappear, but she never saw any of them leave the water.

She remained at a good distance from them, and watched. They seemed to be of a totally different nature than most of the strays. They were socially friendly, and often physical contact of a intimate nature occurred in a lighthearted manner as they swam and played. She watched for several hours before she tired of it; and went exploring in the forest.

Shortly she came upon a fawn which was eating the leaves off a bush. Quietly she advanced trying to get a better view. When she was within twenty yards she stopped and watched for several minutes until the fawn started suddenly and ran away.

On the way back she began to smell something spoiled. As she walked further along the trail she came upon the body of a dead stray that sat on the ground entwined in the wire of a fence row. Its head was a bloody pulp. Along much of its legs and arms large sections of flesh had been ripped from its body. Its chest was split open and It�s lungs and heart had been taken out. She could see its backbone. Flies were thick over its skin, and on the ground around it. 

She was sick, and left. But again she was reminded of Lenar�s warnings about the cap strays.

 ***

That night as Lenar teased her with his fingertips she felt a great need for release. And she asked the boy, �Why don�t you ever try to enter me? Don�t you like me that way?�

The boy blushed, and smiled a painful grin.

�I�m sorry,� She said, �It�s none of my business.�

�No,� he said, �Its not.� Then he slipped his finger sharply inside her, and she jumped. 

�I�m sorry!� She said.

 ***

Later in the night she woke to his caresses. She was wet and he was entering her. Then it was over. He rolled away from her and was quiet for a time.

She reached for him, but he pulled away and turned on her pushing her from the bed onto the floor. �Just get away from me!� His eyes threatened tears. �And leave me alone!�  

�I�m sorry,� She said crawling over to a corner and curling up into a ball.

21

A few days later she saw the older, dark haired boy again, while she and Lenar were walking to the Circle Lawns. He was coming out of the Tower of Slaves, and as he saw Lenar, he headed towards them. He came up, and winked at her. Kneeling down he pulled her to him, pushing her onto her back and rubbing her stomach roughly. �Quite a mutt you have here.� The older boy said. She tried to roll over as he gave her a stinging slap on her stomach.

�Don�t do that!� Lenar said. �She doesn�t like it.�

�Oh, sure she does.� The older boy slapped her stomach again, a little lower. �I can tell she does. She likes this too.� And he pressed down into her fur licking inside.

She shivered under his touch, and tried to roll away; but he pinned her with his knee.

�Stop it!� Lenar shouted, shoving the older boy.

She heard the threat in Lenar�s voice and she squirmed hard and pulled away, as the older boy rocked back. Then she was up and running from both of them. The older boy was laughing, �She�s just playing hard to get.� He shouted after her.

The boy was moody that night, thou he cuddled up against her like she and he were lovers. �You don�t like that boy do you!� He asked at length.

�No!� She said defensively.

�I�m glad.� He said.

22

The next day she went back to the stream pool, hoping to see the blonde haired girl, or at least the playful swimming strays she had seen last time; but she saw neither. At last she decided to explore the flat grasslands and meadows to the south. She had heard that there were farmers that lived along Outland road, though she had never been out that way. Today thou she felt the need to find something new and unexplored. 

She cut across the land southward. There were a lot of wooden fence rows which she had to scrape her way under; and one wire fence which she had to climb over. It was not easy. She walked parallel to the fence for quite a ways before she found a tree growing close to a fence post and she used the tree as a brace to climb up then she pushed off from the tree and flipped her weight over the top. She couldn�t hang on and she fell pretty hard but nothing was hurt.  

When she finally came out on Outland road she followed it away from Eapar, staying in the grass ditches by the roadside. Pretty soon she came to a small house and she stopped at the edge of the lawn. A group of children, three girls and one boy, where playing tag. 

She watched for a long time, until she was surprised from behind by two cap strays. They charged her and she ran onto the lawn towards the children who stopped playing when they saw her. One of the girls called to her, �Come to me, hurry before they catch you!� and she ran out to her and put her arms around her. �Go away,� She shouted at the caps, waving her hand in their face. They stayed their distance. One of the boys kicked at the caps and they ran away. Then the children surrounded her, patting her back and running their fingers through her hair. �I�ll bet your hungry.� one of the girls said. They took her to the barn and then brought out real food from the house and feed her. Pretty soon they were playing tag again and she was it. She chased them around trying to tag them which wasn�t to difficult if she made a concentrated effort, but she soon grew tired and it was harder to catch them. She stayed most of the day playing with them leaving only when she had to.

In the days that followed she began to frequent there place. Some days she would go to the forest and other times she would go to the farm house. The caps frequented the farm house too, and seemed less than pleased to see her there, but she usually managed to get to the children before the strays got to her. A few times she didn�t and took home bruises.

The children�s mother caught them feeding her once; and the old woman chased her away with a broom hitting her all the way. She came back though and she would go walking with the children as they did there chores. She would watch them weeding the garden, or feeding the chickens. One day they even strapped a small saddle onto her. It had baskets on either side, and the children filled them with vegetables they had picked; and she carried them up to the house.

When they didn�t have work they played games. Once she even let them ride her like a horse. It surprised her how much easier it was this time compared to the first time when Baryet had set those three boys on her. They had actually been smaller in height yet they seemed so much heavier.

23

One day she wandered through the city on her own, a pass time that she rarely did any more. She went back to the hill by the dream palace, and sat for a while at the top looking down; then walked down to the fencing around the courtyard and followed it around the palace looking at the building. It seemed quite foreign to her even thou she had spent more than two years inside its walls. During that time she had never looked at the structure from outside the gates. A long time ago she had studied it for a short time, but now she studied it as an outsider, with a curiosity unmarred by her memories. Always before she had been to close to the emotions inside to notice the grandeur of the outside.

There was a drainage ditch leading away from the palace, and there the fence did not extend all the way to the ground. She went down into the ditch, crawled under the fence and walked up to the palace under the cover of the ditch. A pipe spewing a muddy brown liquid sloshed its contents into the ditch. It looked repulsive, but the mixture didn�t smell. The earth here was soft, giving easily under her weight. She liked that feeling. Shortly she climbed up the side of the ditch and began to walk around the palace. The marble of the building looked like one solid piece of rock. There were no lines where slabs had been lain together, and she wondered how it had been constructed. 

She came to the familiar windows, and looked inside. There was a large room with straw on the floors. It was empty now, which made the four pillars bracing the ceiling seem very isolated. She imagined that it was filled with all the slave girls as they were herded inside for the night, and she smiled sadly as she remembered some of the snide chatter that filled that room at those times.

A hand patted her head and slid down to her shoulders. She looked up at the older dark haired boy. �Remembering home?� He ask.

Fear gripped her, and she turned to run, but he caught her by the waist-belt. �Don�t be afraid of me girl!� he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, one arm slipping between her legs. He snapped a leash to her collar, and tied it to one of the bars of the window she had been looking in. She didn�t try to pull away now, it was no use, thou she was still frightened of what he had planned. Rolling her onto her side he released the strap between her legs, and began to pet her fur, slowly working up her sexual tension. He talked to her constantly, soothing her and complimenting her.

�Want something to eat?� He ask. She nodded and he left returning several minutes later with sweet bon-bons. He hand feed her while he continued to pet her with his free hand. When the bon-bons were gone he pulled a feather from his pocket and began tracing over her with it. She squirmed and tried to get away, but he held her and continued until she was steaming with excitement. Then his face was in her lap, licking, and sucking and biting gently. Suddenly he was sliding inside her, and she gasp, helplessly bound and caught in the waves of feeling. He was much larger than Lenar and he rammed himself deeper and more urgently inside her.

 ***

�You fucking bastard.� She looked up to see Lenar standing outside the gate watching. When her eyes meet his, he turned away, a look of disgust distorting his face before he ran. The older boy finished inside her. When he was done he put the strap back between her legs, with a mean smile. He released the leash, and pushed her down into the ditch. She slipped into the muck, and lay looking up at the older boy for a moment: he was smiling with amusement.

She didn�t go home that night, afraid of what Lenar would do to her and hoping that he would blow off a little steam. The next day she came home when he was gone, and she fell asleep in the corner of the room.

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