Zen

Her words floated as she spoke, her voice was soothing and intriguing to him. He had already known this as he had spoken briefly to her on the auction block, before the bidding on her was initiated.

The courtyard they were in was floored with cobblestone and he looked on her eyes gazed around trying to take in her new surroundings. They way things were placed and the various doorways that lead away from where she is currently knelt. 

He turns slightly and points to a particular doorway, leading around the side of the main building. "Beyond that door, lies the path to your kennel. There is another door leading to it from inside. Make your way to your kennel now and you'll find a place to clean up." He begins to walk towards the main doors and looks back to see her silhouette as it obediently makes way to the kennel.

The further end of the open area had several large baskets piled up neatly in the corner. These baskets were common among Gor, used to haul wares to and from market on the back of the winged creature that had come dear to Spyker. 'Zen,' was the name of a his Tarn.. A large winged creature, capable of carrying two adults along with several baskets of items over vast distances. This creature had been known to this farm since the days that Spyker's parents were still alive and living off the very lands that are now maintained by the hands of a 'Killer."

Many were fearsome of Tarns, knowing that the large beak and sharp claws could easily prove fatal to those that cross paths with it. Zen, had been trained and was very mell mannered, although knowing that he'd be disciplined if not found pleasing, surely helped him to be so.

Spyker's steps were heard as he neared Zen's resting place and with a quick glance, the Tarn was seen to stand up straight and greet his Master with a loud squawk.

"Be still Zen." Spyker spoke. "You will need your rest for the trip we have planned for later." In raising his hand towards the creature. In seeing this gesture, the winged beast rested down again and kept his eyes on the movements of his Master, just in case he was to be called upon.

Before heading inside, Spyker realized that there were some final preparations to complete, before the scheduled trip could commence.

Some time after, the patter of footsteps came into the area as he heard his new slut come closer with what appears to be a warm beverage in her hands. "Come here, mine. Let me introduce you to Zen. I am sure you will both be very close."

The Beginning

The journey had taken it's tole on her frail form, chained and held in place within the wagon like an ornamental bauble hanging from a lifeless tree. Spyker could hear the softest of groans as she was unchained and brought forth from the wagon. Though her muscles ached, it was somewhat a relief to stretch the soreness of her legs, flexing lean thighs.

Her wild nigrescent mane had done well to cover her facial features, allowing her to seize the opportunity to catch a glimpse of both men. The man who awaited her arrival, and who would become the man to own her, was stately and held an air of confidence about himself. His voice was deep and commanding. His eyes were remarkable, she thought, and would have liked to study them further. The passing of time would allow this, eventually.. but that time had not come. She would follow his orders with perfection and without protest for he was known as a killer, a man paid to execute justice where the law had failed.. shedding the blood of men without remorse and without emotion. This of course, she did not know.. but something deep within was stirred as he spoke.

Her dried pink tongue was rolled over those lethal hollowed canine teeth as his words made their way to her ears, amber orbs now turned towards his feet as she listened in fear of this assassin who towered over her. She had heard his instructions well despite her mind still being groggy from the restless sleep she had fallen into within the wagon. Tilting her head from one shoulder to the other had stretched the stiffness that had developed within her neck muscles, offering him a better glance of facial features. "Yes, Master" she said, her voice scratchy from the dryness, "It will be as you say"

Arrival

As he takes a few more sips of his mead, he notices that a wagon is approaching from down the road. "Hmmm, just in time. It seems the slaver understands my need for having things done precisely and on time."

The air churned around him as he stood up and looked to see wagon better. Their was a thick bearded man, seated on top, holding onto the reigns leading to the pair of bosk that were pulling the wagon forward. Behind the man was a dark canvass tarp which properly covered his wares and kept them from wandering eyes. 

His cargo was obviously of sold slaves, and his clients preferred they be covered until delivery is completed. The wheels of the wagon continue to make way along the meandering path, bouncing and swaying while sounds of the slaver's whip could be heard as it instructed the bosk to advance forward.

By the time the wagon had come to the gates of the property, Spyker was already prepared to release the lock and swing open the thick wooden doors. "Halt! Who goes there?" he called out to the wagon, even though the Slaver's brand was seen on the side of the tarp.

A deep, voice was heard from the other side of the doors, in reply. "It is I, Slaver from the city. I have the slut that you'd asked for. She is well fed and ready to serve."

Spyker, not being one to trust easily, then asked the man to reveal the contents of his wagon. "Remove the canvass and let me look upon that of which you brought here."

As the man obliged and stood to begin pulling the canvass towards him. There was a delicate form that was slowly coming into the day break's light. She seemed to be still sleeping on some of the burlap bags that were used to cover the heads of the sisters on her chain. In seeing that the wagon was empty, the Gates were drawn open and the slaver was allowed to steer his bosk into the courtyard.

Once, at a full stop, the man slid off the wagon and made his way to the back end of it. Approaching closer now, Spyker comes to see where this slut has been resting. There was a thick chain, there stemmed from the cuffs on her ankles and looped through her ones on her wrists. Finally it was latched to the ring on her collar, which  ensured she was well secured to the ring above her head. This was the way the slaver keeps sluts in times of travel.

What appeared to be a tarngoad, was pulled out of the slaver's cloak and used to nudge the sleeping girl to arise. "Get up, you are now at your new home." Only a few pokes from him were all that was needed for her body to react and raise to kneel in tower as a faint voice was heard within the burlap covering on her head. "yes, Master."

This slut was seen two eve's before, when placed on auction in the city. There were many along with her and the men there were in a frenzy over the quality of the products on display. The slaver was to be commended as he was renowned for the creation of such a high calibre of slaves.

"Bring her down and let me see her closer." said Spyker to the man. As requested, the slut was unlatched from her upper ring and then lead to the kneel on the floor before him. As the sun begun to rise into the sky, there was a distinct colouring to the environment. Part of which was this newly purchased slut.  Her skin was delicate and slightly tanned, glistening in the morning light. 

His hand was brought forward to take the chain from the slaver, just before her face was revealed to him. Thinking to himself, "This is a fine slut, graceful in her poise and her radiant beauty was second to known I've seen before." Around her face were the layers of her raven locks, suspending in mid hair, as if they were floating before him.

Though she was already paid for, the slaver was handed another silver tarsk before he was thanked and shown out the gates, which were once again locked behind him. The slaver also finalized the deal by handing over the keys to this slut's collar and her slave papers, which were already signed and now the transaction was complete.

Spyker, reverted his attention to the slut, who knew better than to try to sneak an eye to see the man that now owned her. "You will be shown where to wash and then you will begin your life in my service. Before this day is out, you feel a new collar around your neck and my mark shall be placed into your upper thigh. I trust you will not displease me, for a painful death will soon follow. This being the only way my collar will ever leave your neck..... Understood?"

The Journey

The sun was about to rise over the horizon and already the oasis was abuzz with life. Those who would sell their wares in the market were already hard at work, setting up their wagons. placing their larmas and other various fruit into tantelizing displays. Over to the northwest, others were setting up their cages in which to sell a different type of product. On Gor, women were considered properties.. mere beasts who would perform the will of their owners and do so willingly for their very lives depended on it. It was this type of product that was sold there, in those Northwest cages.

The trip to the oasis was somewhat uncomfortable, The heat was unbearable under my haike and the cramped conditions of the wagon made it difficult to kneel in my shackles. Two days of travel over open sands had finally found me there at this oasis, thrown into a cage shared by 9 others. I was then stripped of my haike, subject to the merciless rays of the sun as it rose. Over the course of the day, many men had come to haggle over the contents of the cages, groping, reaching in to touch and feel what they desired to make their own.

The females in the cage to our left had sold rather quickly. Some had sold for as high as 2 gold tarks.. others were traded for two or three vulos. The females housed in the cage with me all had some sort of quality that the others did not have. You see, this cage had held what was known as exotics.. women specifically bred for certain features. My unique feature was of my canine teeth. Being hollow, they could effectively inject a powereful venom.

I was sold to a peculiar man, one who had purchased half the females in this cage. He had paid 10 golden tarsks per female. I distinctly remember the awe I had felt that any man would own such riches. My face must have had an expression of wonderment as I was pulled from the cage and pushed down to kneel for when I looked up to see his face, he had quickly backhanded me, effectively forcing my glance back to his feet.

Travel again was long.. I had lost track of the days as we travelled north, stopping from city to city along our journey. Each stop had brought small comfort as the wagon began to fill with space. With each stop, a female was sold to the highest bidder... and I, with my lethal quality, was the last to be sold.

Master Spyker - 'Killer'

The day had started off as any other... The setting of the three moons had signaled the rising of the orange hued Sun across his lands. Under the guise of a farmer, he spends his days away from others, tending to his crops and livestock. This life of solitude had become ideal for him now, as he had not time for the annoyances of the other members of society. When he is needed, he is sent message to meet somewhere and get the information he needs and the gold, he lives for. 

This morning he found himself wanting to sit under his favorite tree, situated on the top of the larger of three hills at the souther part of his land. From here he could see the road before him and as he turn around he would be able to oversee his entire land, as it finally fades into the sea behind him. He often comes here to enjoy the fragrance of the nearby Cacao tree, whose beans re used in the making of Chocolate.  With a bowl of freshly prepared mead in his hands, he leans back into the tree's trunk and recalls scenes from his distant past... the long and arduous days of his training, as he struggled and bled to join the Caste of those in black.  

The Caste of Assassins, though considered a low caste by many, are indeed essential to the Gorean lifestyle. Most fear these men and the property held within their collars. Death follows in their path and even if the mark of a dagger is not seen upon their forehead. Every man and female knows that it is just a matter of time. 

At times he also looks back to his partner in training, how they had become close and spent night and day learning and studying together, as they honed their skills. However, as few had know, due to the secrets of the caste being so closely kept. It is the final test, the hardest of all, that finally shows that one is indeed ready for the title of 'Killer.'

This final test of a man's journey, pits him against his training partner. An individual that shed blood and was subjected to simultaneous beatings from the Assassin that trained them. It was important for the training partners to become as one, so that at the end, all emotion and compassion will need be put aside. It was the death of his partner that alone stood between his acceptance into the Black Caste.