10:47]  Kutaituchik looks at tha waterfall of blond curly manes so near to him, but just out of reach
[10:49]  Mina felt eyes on her and lifted her head a bit to look around
[10:49]  Kutaituchik gives a silent order with his eyes "come a bit closer , kajira, let me admire your face"
[10:51]  Mina tilted her head forward a bit and peered behind her from beneath the shroud of her thick mane. brazenly she got to her feet and walked over to the Man who seemed to be looking right at her and lowered to a kneel.
[10:52]  Kutaituchik sees the luscious kajira coming and taking position in bracelet before her. He grabs some of her silken hair and feel it with his raw fingers
[10:54]  Mina's emerald eyes lit with a brazen fire as the Male reached for her hair. her delicate chin lifted with pride as the arch in her back deepened. she stiffled the low growl in her throat as He appeared to examine her. wild eyes lifting to His face as she watched Him.
[10:56]  Kutaituchik holds the string of hair in his strong fingers, he feels the softs, he let it glide through his finger. He dreams a bit away, imagining this hair flowing over his naked chest, the kajira in lust riding him. He shakes the pleasurable thoughs away and looks at the kajira's face, still holding her hair
[10:59]  Mina's eyes narrowed a bit as He seemed quite possessive over the firely lock of curls that He selected. she pulled in a deep breath while waiting, the air filling her lungs causing her chest to rise and push the well rounded curves of her breasts tighter against the thin camisk that covered her.
[11:01]  Kutaituchik sees the eyes of the kajira narrowing, he grinses evily, a Tuchuk smile, not very pleasant to see, and with reason. He fastens his grip at the girls hair "something bothering you kajira?Do you not like the touch of an old Tuchuk?"
[11:04]  Mina 's throat expanded to release the low growl that had been nestled there as His grip tightened. He would soon see that she feared Him not as she pressed upwards in her kneel and leaned over His chest. her mane spilling with such ease into a puddle along the expansion of the muscled area. a firey gaze in her eyes as she hissed so sweetly at Him  "the only thing bothering me Master...is being called a kajira. I can assure You....I am no pathetic whimp of a girl who sits all day doing ....nothing." with that, she eased back down, the tips of her firm nipple dragging greedily along His arm as she settled back into her kneel.
[11:08]  Kutaituchik jerks her hair towards him, bowing his scarred face towards the girl, coming very close. He can smell her precious perfume when he hisses "don't think a Tuchuk kajira is a lazy slut, no way, she will work hard, she will carry bosk dung, care for the holy animals. no no, don't inslult my beasts for thinking a kajira is just lazy. I am not a pampering master who lives in cities and dresses his girls in silks. No, raw cotton camisks is the best they can get, if I want it."
[11:12]  Mina laughed softly, a wicked grin toying with the curves of her inviting mouth. she leaned against Him brazenly, her mouth lowering to offer His bottom lip a gentle nip before she hissed into His ear " and do not mistake me for a city slut Master. I am only dressed this way because I was just released last night. I was taken to a large...." she almost gagged..." city and collared. however...when I started to work while everyone else sat around...its seems He lost interest in me. so now...I am no silkie at all. I just havent changed my clothing yet....Master. I am well familiar with the wagons and the great long halls of the north.
[11:16]  Kutaituchik looks confused at her emotional outburst which shows the passion he likes " you said they release you" he shakes his head in disbelieve "such beauty as you belongs in the collar, you are a natural slave" he strokes her neck which is uncollared "and you are here on your knees, caling all men Master, You yourself long to the collar again"
[11:21]  Mina ''s head snapped about a moment as her sultry emerald eyes scanned over the crowd methodically. her mane in an easy dance about her back and shoulders as she returned her gaze to His face bravely. her hips flared rather wantonly as she shifted in her kneel, almost as if she were getting comfortable. even though her gaze did not leave His face, her head did tilt to the side as His finger strolled along the curve of her neck, much like a feline would do. slowly she began to answer Him " yes Master..they released me. they thought me insane for working all the time. and as far as a collar goes...yes Master, I am born to it. which is a great deal more than I can say for some of the Masters around here...who clearly belong in steel themselves."

------- two days later

[5:49]  Mina : Master may I have permission to sit comfortably please?
[5:49]  Kutaituchik: what a slave hates is not so important in Gor
[5:50]  Kutaituchik: sit comfortable?
[5:50]  Mina: no its not Master. but those are just my feelings
[5:50]  Mina: yes Master....on the floor. to sit on my bottom.
[5:50]  Kutaituchik: are you not a slave then
[5:51]  Kutaituchik: should I treat you like a free woman
[5:51]  Mina: no Master.
[5:51]  Kutaituchik: well then
[5:52]  Kutaituchik: better move that ass and bring me some paga, you can find a barrel and goblets at the first floor
[5:53]  Mina: first floor Master?
[5:53]  Kutaituchik points to the stairs behind the girl
[5:53]  Mina: ah yes Master.
[5:55]  Mina pulled in a deep breath, rocking back on her heels and rising to stand full on long slender legs. she moved about easily to the stairs and made her way up them. the soft ginger tresses of her mane glinting in the low light against her skin as she dissappeared into the upper room.
[5:56]  Kutaituchik listens to the slave girl
[5:59]  Mina 's soft emerald eyes settled on the small shelf that held a few goblets. stepping lightly to it, her tapered fingers coiled about the stem of one as she pulled it closer to her. not finding a cloth, she lifted the hem of her camisk and used the material to wipe away and traces of dust that might have blown in. dropping the hem to flutter against her toned thighs, she moved to the large paga barrel and lowered to a kneel.
[5:59]  sri Saeed is Online
[6:01]  Mina carefully held the goblet under the spiggot of the barrel and released the valve. the rich robust liquid flowed forth to quickly fill the vessle before she closed off the opened valve. lifting again, she cuddled the full goblet close to the tauntness of her belly and turned to move back down the stairs. one foot before the other as she descended like a gentle mist.
[6:03]  Kutaituchik sees the gril coming of the stairs , balnceing at her toes, the paga before her, carefull not to drop some liquid at the expensive tapestries on the floor
[6:06]  Mina folded her legs beneath her and lowered to a kneel at His boots. the goblet secure in her fingers as her toned thighs parted to delicious angle. the was a subtle arch in the small of her back that pushed the curves of her full round breasts to swell against the thin material of her camisk. soft curls teasing about the delicate features of her face as she uplifted and extended both arms to Him. her exquiste eyes lowered deeply as she bowed her head between her arms and spoke in a low sweet tone " Your paga, Master."
[6:08]  Kutaituchik sees the beautifll girl before him, and hears her offering him the paga. He bends forward and takes the goblet form her hands.
[6:08]  Kutaituchik brings the paga to his lips and drinks from it and looks to the magnicificient slave, wondering what he will do to her
[6:10]  Mina  's arms lowered slowly, a soft shiver racing across her curves as the heat of His gaze warmed her features. she moved her wrists behind her again to settle against her back as she watched Him lift the drink to His lips.
[6:12]  Kutaituchik: so the master of that big city released you, yet you are before me, dressed as a slave on your knees. Legally maybe a free woman, but internally still a slut
[6:14]  Mina 's eyes flashed to His face as she listened to His words " a free woman? no Master. there is too much passion and spirit in me to don the coverings of a Free. my heart is too wild and I am not foolish enough to pretend to be something that I am not.
[6:16]  Kutaituchik: In fact you declare yourself slave again now, I will there for keep you in this camp, I shall inform the guards of your status as a slave. For now I will treat you as the Earth women Vella which was under the masterhood of Kamchak during her stay at the Tuchuk
[6:20]  Mina 's eyes grew wide as His words sank into her mind with almost a dizzying effect. instantly her heart pounded beneath her breasts with a deafening roar that she was sure He could hear. a large choking lump formed in her throat as she inched backwards a bit away from Him. her fingers curled and flexed behind her like talons as she struggled to swallow the lump in her throat so she could speak " Master??...I do not understand."
[6:22]  Kutaituchik: That means that you are a slave again
[6:22]  Kutaituchik: and that i am the master till we decide what will be done to you
[6:35]  Mina shifted a bit as her eyes moved to the exit of the inn.
[6:38]  Kutaituchik sees her eyes "don't even think about it, there are wild sleen outside, maybe you like to serve them"
[6:40]  Kutaituchik drinks more of his paga
[6:41]  Mina her eyes snapped back to His face, her mouth opened a moment as she contemplated a protest of His statement. but her jaw quickly slammed shut. her fearful eyes lowered slowly to His boots as she muttered softly " no Master"
[6:42]  Kutaituchik: its up to your capacity to please me which determines what I will decide, maybe a personal slave, maybe let you serve visitors here as a paga slut, or just sell you in a Street of Brand of some northern city
[6:46]  Mina her long nails dug into the palms of her hands behind her back as she listened to more of the words that seemed to tumble with such ease from His lips. she lifted her chin a bit, the tips of her mane teasing along the high round curves of her ass as she spoke to Him " I understand Master."
[6:48]  Kutaituchik sees that the girl is not really happy with the situation, but who cares about the uncomfortability of a natural slave girl. He decides to show her the inevitability of her fate, and commands her outsie "stand up slut, I want to sho you something"
[6:50]  Mina go to her feet quickly and followed behind His long strides as closely as she could.
[6:50]  Kutaituchik points at a brwonisch creature, slowly walking over the plains )behold, a prairies sleen, he ikes nice slave meat even more then I do"
[6:53]  Mina her frightened eyes followed the direction that His finger indicated. they grew even wider as her gaze fell on the rather nasty looking creature that loomed out on the plains. she had never seen one before but had heard horror stories about their teeth and the sharpness of their claws. she tore her gaze away from the massive beast and looked down to the ground.
[6:53]  Kutaituchik: and that is not all
[6:53]  Kutaituchik: come
[6:55]  Kutaituchik walks queitly to the cage, in which waits a hungy herd sleen, specially trained to track slave girls, a magnificient creature which roams around the laager at night, guarding and killing all who want illegally in like raiding taluan or out like escape wannabee slaves "look a herding sleen"
[6:58]  Mina peered around Him, taking a step closer to the cage to look at the beast. she trembled quite visably as it turned its massive head in her direction. suddenly the blood on the floor of the cage caught her attention and a scream threatened to errupt from her throat. but it froze there in the slender confines as her feet stumbled backwards a few steps, not wanting the beast to catch her scent.
[6:58]  Kutaituchik: come closer slut, kneel befor the cage and let the animal get used to you, or he sees you as an ennemy and wil tear you apart before even I can interfere
[7:01]  Mina 's jaw dropped again at His words. she shook her head a moment before summoning her courage and stepping closer. but she found herself behind the large frame of the Man. her small fingers lifting to curl tightly against the side hem of His thick cloak. she bit down on the inside of her bottom lip and clenched her eyes closed at being so close to such a beast.
[7:03]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov looks and sees how th sleen snifs at Mina, his jaws dripping of saliva, it sight scary enough to show the kajira that she has only one choice. Stay in camp and await her fate or be eaten by sleen and end in the stomach of prairie creatures
[7:05]  Mina shuddered wildly and almost fainted as the beast sniffed at her knee. her eyes flew open as she lept to her feet and jumped back way from the cage. knowing the Man had the control of the great beast, she found herself pressing tightly against His boots.

------------- day later after the omen reading ----------

[10:35]  Mina held back the stomach and lung that she had for the best, knowing it would be hungry again later since the woman was feeding it now.
[10:35]  Kutaituchik: Thats no problem Cyric, but hide it well, there live peasants near the river, most are honorfull, but when crops are low... one never knows
[10:35]  Dajanira: the lung will be a banquet for the sleen
[10:36]  Mina: of course Mistress. I will save it for him and give it to the sleen later in the day.
[10:36]  Cyric: it is safe to leave out there I have locked the small cabin it is full of medical supplies as well
[10:37]  Dajanira : now we can take the good parts to the store wagon
[10:37]  Kutaituchik: I think under some bushes its safe, the peasants have no sleen
[10:37]  Cyric: would you like to see some of my items that I have brought with me
[10:37]  Cyric: ?
[10:37]  Dajanira grabs some fine parts and goes to the store wagon
[10:37]  Mina set the lung and stomache into a large bowl, looking at her hands and chest as she asked " Mistress, might I run to the waters edge and jump in to rinse off first?"
[10:38]  Dajanira: yes Mina you may
[10:38]  Mina: smiles, thank You Mistress. I will hurry.
[10:38]  Kutaituchik: yes show me please Cyric

once out of sight, she broke into a dead run for the water. stopping only to set down the bowl of innars before plunging head long into the water. she emerged on the other side of his boat and pulled herself over the railing. running across the bow, she yanked the dagger from her belt and shoved it into the loop of the lock on the cabin. she yanked and pried until the lock creaked and was pried off the wooden door.

bursting into the small cabin, she looked over the supplies, her fingers grabbing up bottles and jars, tossing them aside as they were not what she needed. finally she found a rolled up pouch, her fingers reaching for it quickly to open it. her heart lept in her chest as she spotted several large pieces of dried kanda root. not even bothering to close the cabin door, she dashed back outside, dagger in one hand and the pouch in the other and flung herself overboard again. she clamored up onto the shore and looked to be sure no one was watching.

setting on the bank, her back to the free as she put the roots against a large flat stone and began to grind them with the hilt of the quiva. smashing them into a pulp of the smallest bits and tossing them into the bowl with the lung. her fingers minced and squeezed at the lung to let all visable traces of any root be molded into the bloody tissue. quickly washing off her hands and the quiva, she shoved the blade back into her belt and picked up the bowl. calming herself and appearing cheerful as she made her way back across the grasses and into camp.

[10:48]  Mina strolled back up to the Free, a soft smile on her lips as she appeared happy to be clean. her bronzed body glittering in the afternoon sunlight as it began to dry her long mane. holding the bowl with the lung in it and partial stomache, she turned to the Master and asked Him " Master would it be alright if I fed this to the sleen now? its really starting to ummm stink?"
[10:52]  Kutaituchik looks at his slave , and then in the bowl with lung and stomach "feed it to that beast, i though for a moment to mix it with the slave gruel, but a sleen is more important then a kajira, so we must feed it well, specially such a trained herd sleen as this one"
[10:53]  Dajanira: well said Kutai
[10:54]  Cyric nods regarding the powerful sleen ...that is quite a beast you have there as well ...you would not be willing to part with it would you?
[10:55]  Mina nodded to Him and turned on her heels, happy to be able to get rid of the disgusting bowl once and for all. she moved cautiously around to the sleen cage and picked a corner where the sleen was not looking. she set the bowl onto the ground and shoved it between the bars with her foot. the bowl turned over from her foot and she jumped back quickly as she sleen lunged for her. she ran back around and looked over her shoulder just in time to see the horrible beast gobbling up the contents of the bowl.
[10:56]  Kutaituchik smiles to Cyric "its not mine, Dajanira's son Hakimba acquired it, far to the north, close to the Nortehrn Forests, normally we have prairie sleen here"
[10:57]  Cyric: hmm I have turian wine and kalana and paga on the boat as well.
[10:58]  Cyric: I do not look forward to carrying such a heavy load on my return as I have on such a small boat
[10:58]  Dajanira: hmmm we may ask Hakimba when he is here but i am in doubt if he would part the sleen he got it with danger for his live
[10:59]  Cyric: yes they are very dangerous and rare ....I understand they must be raised from young or are completely untameable
[10:59]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: we can only deliver dried bosk meat in return, if you are in need of it. Turia is close to it so its wines are cheap here, maybe better sell them elsewhere , the Kalana is loved by our women
[11:00]  Kutaituchik Kroitschov: Better negotiate with Dajanira here, she is in command of supplies and cooking
[11:01]  Cyric Bayn nods I do have two barrels of kalana if I remember correctly and my boat is sitting quite low in the water right now
[11:01]  Dajanira Oakleaf: yes mine is the storage wagon
[11:01]  Kutaituchik: well you to negotiate the price
[11:01]  Kutaituchik: i go rest a bit the omen reading drained me a bit
[11:01]  Cyric: ((these are real rp items as well if you do want to really trade))
[11:01]  Dajanira: i could give you some bosk meat in return

waited with great patience until the omen reader nodded off. she knew he would only be asleep for a few minutes so her steps were hurried. easing past the woman and the Visitor, she again headed for the waters. slipping below the surface and again comming up on the other side, she pulled her soaked body over the railing and flopped onto the floor of the boat. quickly scampering in behind a few crates and pulling an old tarp over her head. she huddled in a crouched position and tried to quiet her breathing.

[11:32]  Cyric heads back to his boat and pulls up the guide ropes anchoring the boat to the shore .....perhaps I will return here to sell a few items ....notices the door to his cabin and the splintered wood around the door....panics for a moment draws his sword and quickly pulls the door aside rushing in hoping to catch whoever has invaded his property....damn must have just missed them ...returns to the deck and notices a faint wetness next to the rail, scrambles to the rail and looks over....hmmm must of just missed them.....returns to the cabin and checks his inventory finding only a small bag missing wracks his brain trying to remember what was inside of it while he searches the rest of the boat finding nothing else missing and happy for his good fortune.....loosens the anchoring ropes and sails out toward the open water......
[11:51]  Mina peered out from under the cover of the canvas as she felt the small boat lurch into a port. the port looked well hidden by brush and tree's and the dock was quite small in size. she huddled back down under the canvas as she heard the heavy footfalls of the Man approaching the ropes and the ramp. hearing Him shuffle about a bit, she waited with baited breath until she no longer heard any movements except for the footsteps that trailed off down the dock. waiting a bit longer until she heard nothing but the rustle of the trees, she slipped out from under the canvas and lowered herself into the cold waters. under the surface she swam below the dock and down the shoreline. steathily she clammored up onto the shores and ran as fast as she could, dissappearing into a cleft of trees.