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?"