Chapter 1 - Bonds

Minutes or hours went by and Kelah paid little attention, she knew not how long she was left alone in the dark for but when the door opened the two girls she witnessed being whipped walked in. The first to enter was stunning to say the least, she was five foot even with long full dark black hair that hung straight down around her lower back. She was clothed in a sheer purple silk sleeveless dress that just barley covered her delicate womanhood. She wore a black iron collar and had bells locked around her ankles making the most wonderful sound with each step she took, she was Sin'dorei and a lovely one at that. The next to enter was the female troll, she stood an even seven feet with lovely curves meant for dancing, like her sister in chains she was belled and collard. Her hair was short and hung loos around her shoulders and the colour of the setting sun. And just like the Sin'dorei was she also wore a sheer silk sleeveless dress though hers was white matching her blue green furred skin.

 Kelah noted with interest that both of them were chained together at the ankle, when one walked so did the other. The girls approached Kelah their heads down as they sat in front of her. The door remained slightly open letting in the light from the fires, the giggles and screams of pleasure filling the air as the girls stared at one another. Kelah defiant with a tear stained face and more then a little upset. The other two with understanding and sorrow. The Sin'dorei spoke first her voice low and comforting.“Hello, I am Nari and the one beside me is Kululu. She...she is unable to speak a incident when she was captured has rendered her speechless. I am her voice. We have been told by the Masters that you would be joining our chain, and that we must instruct you in proper slave etiquette I am sorry that this fate has befallen you..But you will grow to accept and perhaps even love it.”“No. No I do not think I will. Can you not help me to escape? Is there not some way I may be free of this fate?”
  “No, you are here and here you will stay. You will be on our chain. We are the girls of Master Zala'Jin, no one but him may touch us unless he allows it.” Kululu looked to Kelah with large sad eyes moving to give her a comforting hug which Kelah fell into breaking down into more tears that Kululu wiped away tenderly. She pulled away nodding to Nari who rose with her, both extending a hand out to Kelah. “Come Master wishes for you to be prepared in slave silk so that you may be presented for your collaring.”

   Kelah gasped at that shaking her head in denial. She would not wear slave silk or be collard! She was a Priestess and a Sin'dorei she bowed to no one. The girls the ones she would call chain sisters in the future simply grasped her upper arms and hauled her to her feet. Sighing they took her towards the back of the slave quarters and into a small room lit by a brazier. It held slave silks in varying colours, cosmetics, perfumes and some jewelry. The girls went to work stripping Kelah with ease of her undergarments leaving her completely bare. They added shadows, blushes and lipsticks to her face lightly adding more if needed. They worked in silence, Kelah sullen simply sat their. The two slaves were stronger then her, and she knew she would not be able to escape from them. Kululu and Nari inspected Kelah before selecting a set of baby blue slave silks. They draped them about her slim body, and even with the silks covering her body Kelah felt more naked and exposed then she had without. Her large green eyes looked at the other two her voice timid and unsure. “Am I... Am I beautiful?” Nari and Kululu nodded in unison. So much alike yet so different.

  “Yes, oh yes dear little one you are quiet beautiful. And all the girls of the camp shall be envious of you, for you are stunning and on the Masters chain. Not to be sold unless you displease him, and free of the other men.” Kelah blushed a deep crimson the colour working its way up to the tips of her ears. “Th-thank you.” She mumbled. The door to the slave quarters opened and a orc stood there, a nasty whip in his green meaty hands. He eyed Kelah appreciatively before motioning for them to hurry up. “Hurry up slaves! We grow impatient how long does it take to dress a girl! You have one minute to kneel before Zala'Jin before I come in here and whip you to his feet!” The man slammed the door and stalked off. Kelah looked to the girls with fearful eyes. “He wouldn't?! Would he?” Her voice quivered as she looked upon their faces seeing the answer plain as day. Yes he would. The three hurried from the room, Kelah between them as they walked out into the brisk night air. Kululu and Nari quickly dropped to their knees and pulled Kelah down between them.
  “We must crawl to his feet. Unless we are given permission to walk we must crawl everywhere.” Nari had spoken quietly and quickly. Kelah blinked her jaw dropping.
“But...I am no animal. I am a person!”
  Nari chuckled. “No, you are slave. That is worse then being an animal.” Nari lead them through the camp, instructing Kelah in a hushed tone. “You must always press your forehead to the ground at a mans feet should he approach, oh and always refer to a man as Master. No mater what, and do not displease them. Punishments vary, you might end up like one of the unfortunate lower girls, and tend the fires all night. They get very little sleep and still must attend to camp duties during the day. You may end up sold on the black market and that is not something you should want. Whipping is another common punishment as you saw earlier.” Kelah nodded. “Why...why where you being whipped Nari and Kululu?” “I failed to respond to Master Garmak. He was the one who came to get us Kelah. Always listen to him, when Master Zala'Jin is not here, he is the Chieftain. You must strive for perfection in all things Kelah. All things. Do not give our Masters a reason to be displeased with you. Keep them happy and your life will be easier.”
  They stopped before a pathway, Kelah could see that at the end of it sat Zala'Jin, a poker of some sort sitting in a small fire. Torches lined the path with men standing on either side, slave girls kneeling beside them. Kelah noticed that each man had a slave girl with him but not all of the slave girls were dressed the same. They all had a collar, but some wore simple linen tunics and nothing else, the girls in the tunics were often kneeling beside a lower ranking man, while the ones dressed in silks were next to higher ranking men. She also noted that Nari Kululu and herself wore the most lavish and expensive looking silks, she wondered idly if lesser girls were given to the lesser men. Zala'Jin tapped his foot impatiently the sound bringing Kelah out of her thoughts, she looked to Nari and Kululu for support. Both of them making small motions with their heads telling her to move forward.

  Reluctantly she listened approaching Zala'Jin on all fours, Nari and Kululu following behind her. Remembering Nari's words she placed her forehead on the dirt between his feet, her body sweating and shuddering as she feared the things to come. Nari and Kululu imitated her position behind her, Nari speaking in a hushed tone that did nothing to hide her longing to please Zala. “Master.” Zala waved his hand dismissively looking at Kelah. “Ah der be ma new girlieh. Now stand up.” Obediently Kelah stood her body trembling with fear. She kept her head down not wanting to look him in the eye, she felt his calloused hand under her chin forcing her head up. He held his hand out to Ka'fon who placed a black iron collar in his hand. Kelah's eyes darted to the side and noticed that he was her guard. Her teeth bit into her lower lip, blood rushing to the flesh causing it to puff up a bit, making her lips just the more seductive. Kelah stiffens as she feels the cold metal slide along her flesh encircling her neck, it closes around her with an audible snap causing her to jump.

  The men around chuckle as they watch her reaction, how her hips moved just a bit to the right with the finality of that click. Her body felt strange, her magic fleeing her. She felt a glowing rune on the inside of the collar preventing her from accessing her magic. Zala grinned and looked to Garmak and Ka'fon nodding his head. The orc and troll moved forward and seized Kelah by her arms easily and moved her easily to the log that was behind Zala'Jin. The two tied her to the log on her stomach her legs secured with chains to stakes in the ground her arms chained onto a metal ring protruding from the log. As hard as she tried she could not wiggle free, her body immobilized. A strap across her back kept her from bucking or moving her body. Her eyes looked around wildly, she did not know why she was being restrained. Was she not good, she hadn't tried to flee or fight. Zala licked his lips as he approached Kelah, the poker in his hand, the tip was white hot He pressed the brand into Kelahs lower back, the smell of burning flesh filling the air, the sound sickening. Her stomach rolled and she gagged barley keeping the contents of her stomach down. It felt like hours before he pulled away the brand, her face tear stained and body trembling. Her throat was rough from all of the screaming.

  On her lower back in beautiful cursive script was the word Cyaa. To any who knew Zandali it was slut. The others began to wander off with their girls in tow. Kululu and Nari were sent back to the slave quarters for the remainder of the night. Zala began to unhook Kelah, lifting her with ease off of the branding log. Her vision swam as she adjusted to the brand, a knot in the pit of her stomach as she attempted to process what had happened to her. She was kidnapped, dressed as a slave, collared and branded. She knew it meant she was a slave, she was property but she denied it to herself. She couldn't be, she wouldn't be. Zala carried her to his tent, tossing her onto the bed, he paid her little attention as he tied his tent flap closed and started a small fire in the middle of the spacious room for heat. While he was doing this Kelah looked around but dared not move.
  There was a chest of drawers and a mirror that she assumed held his clothing, his weapons on top of the chest. The bed was large and comfortable, with deep green and brown linens. As he turned around she dropped her eyes her blush returning to her cheeks again her ears dropping. “Please Zala'Jin just let me go.” Zala growled as she spoke his name, his hand cuffing her across her mouth hard.
  “Ya will be callin' me master girlieh.” Kelah trembled and nodded. “Sorry Master.” She let her head fall fresh tears spilling from her cheeks. Zala watched her with interest as he began to disrobe. Kelah kept her eyes down not daring to look upon him, he climbed into the bed and grabbed the think silk pulling it from her body. It did not rip the material easily leaving her body the knots and clasps designed and tied so they would not rip. He eyed her naked body his calloused hands running along her smooth skin raising goosebumps in its wake. She shuddred involuntarily her body jumping towards him which drew a laugh from Zala. “Ahh little slave seems ta like this ya?”
  “N-No Master.”
“Oh really?” He grabbed her waist lifting her from the bed and bringing her down upon his manhood unceremoniously, in one swift thrust he broke threw her barrier, her virginal blood spilling onto him as she cried out in pain her back arching. Her small fists began to pound upon his chest as he took her, in quick thrusts. “Ya be mine now ya leetle slut.” His teeth bit down onto her shoulder emphasizing his point.

   Kelah shook her head back and forth rapidly her face wet with tears as he took her, his heated flesh stretching her open, pushing against her cervix. “Please Master, please no!” She trembled her eyes closing as she fought the pleasure he was causing her. The trembling in her limbs intensifying as she released without warning. Zala watched as she released, her body twitching and jumping like only a slave could do. He thrust once more inside of her and stilled as he released filling her with his seed. Kelah looked at him sleepily and ashamed her body had enjoyed his brutal treatment, exhaustion was beginning to creep into her bones, the pain and tears of the day draining her of her energy. Zala laid her down on the bed locking a chain around her left ankle that was attached to the foot of his bed. “No runnin now slave.”“No..Master.” Zala pulled her close to him as she drifted off, his eyes cataloguing her body.
  “Hmm, I could probably make a good amount of gold for ya.” A sly grin crept onto his face, perhaps he would sell her. She was raw and needed much training, but her body had yielded extremely well. She was responsive and very obviously beautiful. He would think on this in the morning.