Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]
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				Title: <strong>Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 23:06:57</strong>
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				Kashi shivered as she slipped off her horse buttoning the fasteners of her long jacket in an attempt to keep the cold from seeping further into her body. Looking up at the slightly obscured sun the tall woman wondered how it was possible for the sun to be out, and the weather to still be so chilled. For the millionth time Kashi thanked the gritty old Quartermaster who insisted Kashi bring the rarely used black sleeveless overcoat that was the only thing between the wind, and her chain mail and silk undershirt. The high collar was a godsend when the wind kicked up again and Kashi considered one of her first tasks being to attach sleeves to the overcoat. <br><br>But there was more than cold in the air, there was tension. Here, just a half a days ride from the capital was where Kashi's fellow Ni'an soldiers were to turn back, and she was to ride with the Cain soldiers. It was a rather terrible position to be in for Kashi. As a Commander she knew that no Ni'an Guard could be spared to stay with her in case war truly did break out. Ni'al simply didn't have the number of people Cain did to replace any fallen. But Kashi was aware that the Cains would have no problem murdering her, and claiming it was self defense for an assassination attempt, then use the incident to manipulate the populace into war. <br><br>Deciding to cut the tension, as she would have to do many more times in the future Kashi took the first steps. Quieting her nerves she coolly walked over to the Cain carriage moved to step in. Realizing no one had moved, and the opposing soldiers were just staring at each other Kashi paused and turned slightly.<br><br>"Well?" Kashi said in Ni'an to her escorts, doing her best not to appear rattled. Her voice woke her men out of their reverie and they began turning back. The Cains began moving as well, but seemed to be delaying, almost waiting to watch and make sure the Ni'an left their sight completely. Kashi's nervousness made her impatience flare and she gave the driver a pointed stare to hurry him up. The man wilted a bit under her gaze, which Kashi thought was more wavering than she wanted it to be, but it served its purpose. The contingency was on its way, and Kashi was alone in the carriage, where she could settle herself for the coming times. <br><br>When the carriage arrived Kashi was relieved. Carriage riding was not an activity she enjoyed with all the bumps. On a horse the ride was much smoother, if a little more tiring. Stepping out Kashi tried to memorize everything she saw, her senses on alert. She was officially in enemy territory. Walking into the castle Kashi prepared herself to meet the court, and was shocked at the opulence of the place. There was gold and jewels decorating everything, and to Kashi, it was almost too much. Ni'al was a much barer place, with expensive white marbling instead of jewels. In the audience room Kashi was met by whom was obviously the King and his advisors. They were in rich colored tunics and breeches with gold etching and again, Kashi felt a little out of place in simple black and silver.<br><br>"So how do we compare to you tastes?" the King asked with a broad sweeping gesture as Kashi gave him a half bow and a Ni'al salute. It was the best compromise between the deep bowing of the Cains, and the salutes of the Ni'ans. <br><br>"It is quite interesting," Kashi replied politically, not giving away her discomfort at the seemingly wasted wealth.<br><br>"Well, I wish you good times here Ambassador, and I have a goodwill gift waiting in your room as well. I wish us a speedy reconciliation," the King replied with a fixed smile, "court is not in session for a few days yet, and I know you are probably in need of some rest. So you'll be escorted to your rooms, and your gift." Bowing slightly again and saluting Kashi allowed herself to be lead off by a young boy to her room. The entire way there the boy resisted all attempts at talking, almost as if he feared to, and simply opened her door before scampering away. Shaking her head Kashi entered her room only to be startled by another occupant.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 08:30:40</strong>
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				For Alicia the day had started basically like any other morning, very early and very unpleasant. The door to the wooden bunkhouse she and all the other slaves slept at was opened and two guards stepped in with buckets of cold water. It was a way of waking the slaves and giving them a bath at the same time. Being cold, the slaves quickly dressed up in their grey working gowns, still wet and were taken to the castle, where they were given shoes to work.<br><br>Then the day would start, with preparing a breakfast for the entire royal family and after that was served and cleaned up the group of slaves was split up in groups. One group would go and serve the royal family on their daily activities and the other groups was left in the castle to do the housekeeping. <br><br>Today however, Number 249, was taken by the guards from her job in the kitchen after the cleaning was done and was brought to the Slave supervisor. As she was brought into his room and the guards had left, Alicia fell to her knees and looked down, as she was thought to do with everybody higher in rank. The supervisor told her she was being given away as a present to a missionary. Before she was going to be, he wanted the grey gown back. Alica nodded and took off the dress, being used of being half naked in front of people. Her panties and shirt were rugged and full of holes but Alicia didn't know any better. This is how she was raised and to her, it was completely normal.<br><br>She was being escorted to a luxury room in the castle and was told her new master would arrive soon. Taking a little time to look around the room she noticed it looked similar to the rooms of the nieces and cousins of the King. Then the door opened and Alicia sat on her knees on the carpet at the end of the large bed. Her hands behind her back, looking down, waiting for further instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 09:04:27</strong>
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				Kashi just paused in the doorway a little dumbfounded. Who was this girl and why was she kneeling like a dog on her floor? Turning Kashi looked behind her, hoping to see the boy so she could question him, but as she suspected he was long gone. Realizing that she was still standing on the threshold of her room Kashi took a step inside and closed the door behind her. Still silent Kashi tried to figure out how everything pieced together. Obviously this girl was the 'gift' the King mentioned, but it took Kashi a while to realize that the girl was a slave - her slave to be exact. In Ni'al slavery had been long abolished so it wasn't a logical conclusion at first, but Kashi remembered that she was told slavery was the backbone of Cain. Slightly repulsed by the situation Kashi drew in a quiet breath trying to think on what she was supposed to do.<br><br>In that time of contemplation Kashi was able to take in the appearance of the girl and the room. The room was draped in thin green velvet curtains and was actually draftier than she wanted. It was well furnished though with a sturdy table and and clothes chest. The bed was opposite a nice, but unlit, fireplace, and was bigger than Kashi was used to. in fact the whole room was bigger than the usually bare quarters of a Ni'an soldier. With the room determined safe with no traps Kashi turned her attention to the young woman on the floor.<br><br>She seemed to be in a terrible condition, not fed or clothed properly in the least, but even with all of that Kashi noticed she was a pretty girl. More than pretty, beautiful. Under the wear of work Kashi noticed delicate skin - quite a bit of skin actually. For the first time Kashi noticed that the girl was nearly bare with only panties and a ragged shirt. The sight normally would have tugged on her desire, but the situation dampened that considerably. <br><br>Eventually Kashi noticed the girl squirming slightly and realized her silence must have unnerved the girl a little, but still Kashi didn't know what to say. Instead of speaking however Kashi decided on action. She reached down a hand and tilted the girl's head up so she could look her in the eyes. That action forced the tall Kashi to bend over, but she still loomed over the kneeling Alicia.
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 09:23:14</strong>
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				Alicia didn't know who came in, nor did she dare to look up. It wasn't her right to look at people so she was completely unaware of the tall woman standing at the doorway a few moments before she stepped inside. In fact, Kashi could just as well have been the executioner. It wasn't a slave's right to look at anybody of a higher rank and seeing how this person was given this room, he or she had to be higher in rank than her.<br><br>Then there was silence. Alicia swallowed hard and squirmed slightly as a dog asking for attention, but other than that, stayed completely still. The person walked closer to her and she could see the boots of Kashi, still unaware of what and who she was. <br><br>Just as Alicia expected the person to talk to her, introducing itself to her telling her what her rights were, she felt tall fingers around her chin and her head was tilted upwards. This action forced her to brake the rule of not ever looking at the other person and yelped out. Before she turned her eyes away to the right, she had seen a glimpse of Kashi. Barely enough to make out if Kashi was a male or a girl, all that stayed with her were the guests eyes and hair. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 09:54:28</strong>
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				The yelp startled Kashi a little bit and she recoiled back to her full standing position. Apparently the move she made was the wrong one. Finally finding her voice Kashi spoke, her voice accented but not unintelligibly so. "I am the Ambassador of Ni'al, Kazu Kashi," the soldier began, still floundering, "I'm sorry for startling you." Even though the glimpse was barely a moment Kashi found herself imprinted with the image of Alicia's face. It was scared and a bit gaunt, but still prettily oval shaped. The beauty tugged at Kashi desires again, but Kashi tried to ignore it. At home in Ni'al Kashi appreciated a submissive woman who catered to her wants, but here, a slave, seemed a bit forced for her tastes. She much rathered to charm her ladies into submitting to her whims, not forcing them. <br><br>Kashi grew a little uncomfortable at the kneeling girl and sat down on the bed in an attempt to not loom over her. She then moved to remove her boots as the softness of the bed reminded her of all the travel grit that was on her. Sighing Kashi wished things were simpler and she were back home where all she had to think on was training.<br><br>(what do you think of having a noble visit to see how kashi is enjoying her gift in a while? they could be a bit rough with alicia and either spark kashi's protective instincts or her baser ones)
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 10:04:00</strong>
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				As soon as Kashi had released her stood to her full length again, Alicia immediately let her head down again. It was obvious to her that this woman had no experiences with slaves but she couldn't help her as she too had no idea what was going on. <br><br>Looking down to the carpet she heard Kashi walk to the bed and the soft squeeking of the matrass as she sat on it. Suddenly she had the urge to look at Kashi and talk to her as it felt like this woman would not punish her for that act of humanity, like the supervisor's agents would and they were everywhere. Maybe even in this room. Maybe this was all a test for Alicia and she banned the thoughts of it from her mind.<br><br>Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she could hear the voice behind it saying it was a cousin of the King. He was sent to see if everything was okay. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 10:43:01</strong>
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				Kashi paused in the removing of her boots as a knock sounded on her door. With a sigh Kashi rose to answer the door, not even thinking to ask Alicia to answer it. When she opened it she was greeted with the sight of a familiar man. He was present at the council session from earlier and he introduced himself as the King's cousin and advisor, Lord Neven. Lord Neven was built solidly, obviously an active man, but he was no taller than Kashi; they were of even height. He was attractive, though a bit advanced in age, probably in his late 30's where Kashi was in her 20's. <br><br>"Ambassador Kashi," the man charmingly began walking into the room as Kashi offered, "I hate to disturb you but I just wanted to know how you liked your gift." He flashed Kashi one of his smiles as he nudged the girl on the floor with his foot. The act disgusted her, but she knew she couldn't afford to express her opinions quite yet in the delicate times. "I know Ni'al doesn't have slaves," Lord Neven continued, "but the King thought while here you ought to enjoy the perks of out country." Nudging the girl on the floor again with his boot he commanded her to stand. "Plus I heard that you have a number of feminine conquests under your belt being quite a hero, and I thought a beautiful little plaything might suit your tastes. I had the Supervisor pick her specifically for her beauty," Lord Neven added lewdly making Kashi's temper flare. It was true that she had bedded women in her past, but she did it no more often than any other soldier. Again she kept her opinions to herself though, and again Lord Neven continued, this time physically as well.<br><br>The man reached out a hand to the now standing Alicia and grabbed the girl's breasts, fondling and pulling them painfully. "She's well enough endowed I'm sure you'll enjoy bedding her." He moved his hand off of her breasts, but then stretched her panties to slide his hand against her mound in a show of brutal ownership. Kashi's anger flared even more, but she couldn't ignore the small nigglings of desire from Lord Neven pointing out the girl's feminine assets. She also knew that she had to keep from acting on her temper because the man was the King's cousin and advisor. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 10:55:46</strong>
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				Alicia knew lord Neven well. He was feared by most of the slaves as he was brutal and remorseless but she obeyed him without any hesitations and stood up. She kept her hands behind her back and kept looking down.<br><br>His words to her were simple commands but he spoke to Kashi with too much and difficult words for Alicia to understand. She never been to school and was kept simple by her masters.<br><br>Although sexual humiliation was not done daily and only if the slave had done something wrong, Alicia didn't finch when Lord Neven pulled her breasts and fondled them. Even when he touched her sex with his strong hands, she showed no sign of emotion. This was normal to her to be inspected and used like an object.<br><br>She just stood there, head down and hands on her back, waiting for orders or something.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 11:24:38</strong>
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				The more Kashi saw of Lord Neven the less she liked of him and she just wanted to get rid of his slimy presence, but he seemed determined to stay for a while and Kashi resigned to tolerate him like a leech for a little while at least. "See? She's quite a receptive slut," Lord Neven said chuckling as he removed his hand from her panties, "Is she to your tastes?"<br><br>"She's quite fine," Kashi said keeping her dislike expertly out of her voice. Moving to the bed Kashi sat down, hoping to encourage the Lord to leave, "and I thank you and the King for the gift, but I'm exhausted from traveling..." Kashi let her voice trail off hoping the man would take a hint; she wasn't exactly lying, she truly was exhausted. Reaching down she moved to pull off her boots again as the man moved to exit but was startled by the sound of a slap. Jerking her gaze up she saw Lord Neven standing over the girl.<br><br>"How dare you just stand there! Take care of your master slave, remove her boots," Lord Neven said a cruel smile on his lips. It was a bit extreme of a reaction, but Lord Neven was known for punishing slaves excessively, and always seemed to jump on opportunities to do so.<br><br>"That hardly seems necessary," Kashi protested as Alicia began removing her boots hurridly. She didn't want to stir up trouble early on, but this time Kashi just couldn't keep her tongue.<br><br>"Quite the contrary," Lord Neven replied airily, "if you let a slave get away with the smallest things they become a nuisance and require rebreaking." Turning to Alicia, Lord Neven threateningly addressed her, "and for your misbehavior, you shall now be punished." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 11:50:24</strong>
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				Alicia was not used to helping people with their clothes as she was never put on this duty and Lord Neven knew this. Quickly she fell on her knees and a little clumsy she started working on the braided laces of Kashi's boots. <br><br>The idea of it being unfair, which it was, didn't occur to her as she was never trained or allowed to feel anything else than what she was told to.<br><br>She feared Lord Neven as every slave did but still couldn't understand what was happening. To her, Kashi was just a visitor she had to help and clean for. As she had finally got Kashi's other boot off, she put them together under the bed and crawled to Lord Neven on all fours. At his feet, she sat in the so typical stance, on her knees, head down and hands behind her back, waiting for her punishment.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 19:21:36</strong>
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				Lord Neven stood over Alicia with dark amusement; Kashi wasn't exactly sure what he was planning but she was entirely fed up. Her entire evening had been turned upside down first this girl, and now Lord Neven, and she wanted them both out. She didn't want a slave, she didn't need a slave, and she certainly didn't need the annoying Lord Neven that came 'to check up' on the slaves. But Kashi knew if she turned this girl out, Lord Neven would only be more than happy to take her off Kashi's hands. <br><br>"Slave number 249, "Lord Neven began, "you've displeased your mistress and me-" Aggravated with already having to engage in the political drivel Kashi interrupted with a sharp voice.<br><br>"This has gone on too long," Kashi&nbsp; snapped crossing her arms over her chest as she stood, moving to stand nearby Alicia and able to stare down the other noble. "She is mine now correct?" Kashi said, her voice firm in the way she learned a dissenting solider would listen to. She barely waited for Lord Neven's startled acknowledgment before barreling through him, "then it is my right to punish her for displeasing me, and I will have it." Kashi had no true intention of punishing the girl (number? she didn't even have a name? just a number? the thought enraged Kashi further) but she knew the easiest way to have Lord Neven stay out of her, and the girl's way, was to convince him that she would. "As a Commander, I am more than capable of discipline. <br><br>Just as Kashi thought, her words made Lord Neven's eyes light up; it was true she did want to take her anger out on something, but not the girl - she wanted to take it out on the man. She ushered him out the door and closed it after seeing him out of the hallway. Letting out a deep breath Kashi locked her door and then hit it with the flat of her hands letting out some of her frustration. The door and table shook a bit from the hit, but Kashi took no notice, she was busy regarding the girl. After a second Kashi noticed that once again she was terrifying the girl who seemed to be quaking a bit. Kashi still hadn't said much, except for reassuring Lord Neven she would punish the girl, and she had hit the door - all in combination made the situation much worse so Kashi knelt down in front of Alicia.<br><br>"Girl, its okay, stand up," Kashi said softly laying a light hand on Alicia's shoulder, "I won't punish you." 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:17:29</strong>
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				Alicia braced for the impact of his blow. Just as she was expecting the blow to land, the woman stood between them and spoke to Lord Neven with a tone that would cost any slave their life. Kashi send the lord away and again Alicia only understood a little bit of the conversation which was enough to know she was going to get punished. When Kashi slammed the door, she swallowed hard invisible at the strength of the woman.<br><br>Not knowing what to do, she turned her face down again and sat still in her idle position. Than Kashi spoke to her with a soft voice and when she put her hand on her shoulder, Alicia felt fear of Kashi breaking her shoulders as she had seen happening to some unruly slaves. Gritting her teeth and bracing herself for the pain, she realized what the woman had just said. Stand up. Quickly she got to her feet, keeping her hands behind her back and her head down.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:37:40</strong>
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				Kashi sighed as she realized the girl was still locked in her fear. It was slightly frustrating as Kashi hated timidity, but she just couldn't be mad at the young woman before her. In fact the soldier felt protective of her. Slavery rubbed her the wrong way, and while she knew there was little she could do on the subject overall, the least she could do was to make this one as comfortable as possible. But it seemed that task was easier said then done. Since the girl seemed to react to commands Kashi thought that would be the easiest way to get through to the girl. <br><br>"Look at me," Kashi said keeping her voice soft, but firm enough to be heard through the young woman's fear. The last time she tried to look into the other woman's eyes didn't quite get positive results, but she hoped maybe this time it would. Kashi knew that if she could only get the slave to look her in the eyes, she would have a much better time convincing the girl that she was safe. Kashi bent over a little again so her head was level with Alicia's; at this point, to look Kashi in the eye all she had to do was raise her head and eyes the slightest bit. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 22:48:12</strong>
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				The order to look at Kashi was easy though following it was not. Not at all. Alicia was terrified of doing it and being punished for it. She had seen Kashi's strength and as she had basically sent off Lord Neven, Alicia found that Kashi therefore would be more dangerous than Lord Neven.<br><br>Kashi moved in front of her. All your life you followed orders. Do so now.<br>Slowly she raised her eyes up very slowly until she met Kashi's and swallowed hard. This was the first time she ever saw anybody's eyes and she thought it was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing the young slave had ever seen in her life, so beautiful, her own eyes filled with tears.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 23:23:02</strong>
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				Kashi smiled as she finally met Alicia's eyes with her own light gray ones. It was a big step for the young slave and Kashi was appreciative of the effort. Of all people she understood how much continual training could affect a person; to this day the minute that someone attacked her she became an entirely different person, she became the merciless soldier she was trained to be. But that was neither here nor there.<br><br>"Thank you," Kashi said reaching out a hand to cup the girl's chin gently. The taller woman noticed the tears and slightly misinterpreted them, she thought they were from fear. Reaching out her other hand she let the backs of them caress the other girl's cheek where there was a bright red mark from Lord Neven's hand. Kashi wasn't so sure where the urge to do as she did came from, but it felt right and she saw no harm in it so she continued.<br><br>"See, I won't hurt you," Kashi soothed hoping to stop the tears; she didn't like inspiring fear in the slave before her, "what's your name?" Kashi wasn't a vicious person, but she was also not a tender one either. When it came to companionship and sex she was used to the rough and tumble kind of another female soldier or the games of a grateful tradeswoman, where dominance was more of a tussling game than something that inspired fear. But right now Kashi was torn into two directions, one entirely new. On one hand she felt a stirring within her to see the quiet girl striving to please her like the usual tradeswomen in Ni'al acted - they loved the rougher nature of her life, and she enjoyed their catering. But she was also filled with the need to take away the girls worries, to protect her; it was a tender urge that wasn't exactly normal for Kashi. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 23:33:21</strong>
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				When Alicia realized Kashi was not going to hurt her, she allowed herself to relax a little bit but still kept in the slave position as the tall woman caressed her face. Then she asked her name and Alicia thought. Not only what her name was, also how to say it. Normally she wasn't allowed to speak.<br><br>Hesitant she opened her mouth. After some wordless tones she finally managed to get it right.<br>"Alicia."&nbsp; <br>She put too much pressure on the LI so her name sounded all wrong but it was the only way she could manage to pronounce it.
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 00:00:02</strong>
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				"You don't have to be afraid to speak to me," Kashi said letting her caresses drift down Alicia's cheek to her neck, then tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear. When Alicia tried to say her name Kashi couldn't quite hear it as it was mumbled and between some nonsensical sounds so she tried again, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, what was your name?"<br><br>Kashi hoped that eventually the girl would feel comfortable talking to her because she felt isolated so far from home and surrounded by so many enemies. The soldier knew somehow that Alicia wouldn't betray her if they became close, she didn't know how to explain it, but her gut told her so - and Kashi was one who often followed her gut. "I just want to talk if you don't mind," Kashi said smiling again in soft request, "Lord Neven put a bad taste in my mouth and I'd like to talk to someone to get him off of my mind."
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				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:20:25</strong>
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				"Alicia," she said again with emphasis on LI.<br><br>Kashi wanted to talk but Alicia was afraid to admit she couldn't. Also the bad taste in Kashi's mouth from Lord Neven was beyond her. Did they kiss or something? She was too simple to understand.<br>In stead she swallowed. <br>Should she tell the woman she didn't understand her or that she never really talked to anybody? That would be speaking while not asked a question. <br><br>Hesitations ran through her head and she wanted to cry out in confusion. She still had her hands behind her back and her feet perfectly lined up against each other, but she was looking down already.<br>No she wouldn't speak. She wasn't allowed to.<br><br>"I can not speak," she suddenly blurred out with a lot of effort making it sound a little strange. 
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				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:38:50</strong>
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				"Alicia," Kashi repeated, trying out the name and rolling it around on her tongue. She nodded slightly, it was a bit odd to her - foreign sounding - but as she was in a different country it was to be expected. The blurted out confession though did take her by surprise. Slowly Kashi pieced together that Alicia probably had not spoken for most, if not all, of her life. That realization was dismaying, but it also led Kashi to believe that what was making Alicia uncomfortable was not her being cruel, but almost too nice. She was asking the girl to do things she had never done on the pain of punishment and in that way she was scaring her. The best way to make Alicia comfortable for now, was to not be so odd, to be a Mistress as Alicia expected, a kinder one, but a Mistress nonetheless. And that role wouldn't be to hard for the Commander, in a way her job as Commander was that. She ordered the ones under her around for the good of the overall mission, and for their own good.<br><br>"It's alright if you can't, I'm sorry for making you break rules you were taught," Kashi said returning to her hand to Alicia's chin and forcibly moving her gaze back up, "but if you don't want to talk, you have to keep your eyes up. That is a rule, is that clear?." The tall warrior added the second part with a firm voice making sure Alicia heard it clearly. It would be the best way to gauge the girls comfort level considering she would never vocalize it herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:54:57</strong>
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				She heard her name being spoken although it didn't sound as her name. Never had she been called Alicia, only in top secret by her mother. Slaves were never called their real name but always by their number, 249 in her case. <br><br>Then the tall woman pushed her face up again and spoke to her and Alicia started to cry. The young slave knew Kashi was a good person but she just didn't understand her. The tall foreign female was just too complicated for the Cain slave. Even the order she was given, braided in the long line of words Kashi spoke were too much for Alicia to understand.<br><br>As she bursted out in tears, she hoped she wouldn't get punished and let herself fell on her knees again as a sign of repentance for her sin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:06:34</strong>
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				Kashi sighed again as she realized that once more she made the girl cry. She assumed that since the girl didn't respond, that maybe it was that she didn't understand her. As a native of Ni'al, Kashi's Cain was accented, and her words were hard to follow for an educated Cain to understand, much less someone who was rarely spoken too. Things just had to be simplified, that was all.<br><br>Kneeling down to Alicia's level Kashi tried once more, now a little more knowledgeable on how to handle the girl. "Look at me," she commanded firmly using a tone that demanded obedience. Even in the most hellish of circumstances the tone got every soldier to instinctively obey. "That is rule number one," Kashi continued holding up her first finger, "is that clear?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:21:25</strong>
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				Alicia understand the part of keeping her eyes up from the previous line. Now Kashi kneeled down and commanded her to look at her. <br>This simple order worked like a charm on the young slave as she immediately looked at Kashi, this time in the eyes. A little sigh of relief could be seen on the small girl's body as she had finally given an order she could follow up. <br>Now she stared at Kashi, reducing her blinking and nodded as Kashi asked if she had understood.<br><br>"Yes miss," was the vocal confirmation that followed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:35:31</strong>
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				"Good," Kashi said with a bit of relief, it seemed as if this tactic was gaining much more ground than her others. Standing up Kashi motioned Alicia to follow, but added the verbal command for simplicity, "now, stand up." Once the girl was standing Kashi moved on to her next question, careful to take things slowly and simply. "Are you hungry? Tired? Cold?"<br><br>As Kashi added the third question she couldn't help but drop her eyes to the bare skin that was showing on Alicia. Even with all of the communication problems Kashi couldn't help the instinctual desire from seeing the girl half bare. The soldier's eyes were drawn to the smooth paleness of her legs and up to the rounded hips and the small glances of bare skin of the slave's torso peeking through the holes of her shirt. Dragging her eyes back up to Alicia's nervous ones Kashi waited for an answer, hopeful that Alicia would be able to answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 20:48:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia stood up at the other simple question but was soon troubled again at Kashi's next question. Or three to be more specific.<br>The slave looked a little confused. She was only used to answer a question with yes or no and now Kashi asked her three questions in one. Shaking in fear she answered.<br><br>"Yes miss." <br><br>It was no more than a whisper as the girl didn't know how else to answer. She was hungry but she always was, the same could be said about being tired and cold. It were things she used to live with and took for normal. She didn't know what it felt to not be hungry and therefor couldn't define it as hunger or cold. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 21:01:48</strong>
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				Kashi noticed the fear in her eyes and nodded knowing Alicia answered the best that she could. Hungry and cold and tired herself the soldier figured she would kill two birds with one stone when it came to Alicia. If she treated Alicia the way she treated herself, then automatically the girl would be in better circumstances.<br><br>"Fetch dinner then," Kashi said succinctly hoping that Alicia would be able to bring some sustenance, not only so Kashi would be able to feed up the thing girl, but herself as well. riding through the countryside was no picnic and she was starving. After Kashi gave the order she sat down at her desk, finding paper and ink to write the missive she so dearly needed to write. She instantly became absorbed in her work and almost forgot about Alicia's presence entirely.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 21:12:55</strong>
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				"Yes miss," she said and turned around and walked out the room. Finally she had been given an order by Kashi. Instictively she walked to the kitchen of the castle and prepared a loaf of bread and filled a bowl of soup and added some spices then she put the food on a plate and walked back to the room Kashi was in. After knocking once she wanted to walk in but was stopped by a thundering voice from down the hall.<br><br>"Stop right there 249!." Alicia had just opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks and movement. It was a supervisor. <br>"Who gave you permission to leave the room 249," the supervisor said as he roughly grabbed her arm spilling some soup.<br><br>Quickly Alicia sat on her knees and put the plate on the floor. Then she went to idle mode again. <br>"I asked you a question slave. Answer it!"<br>All Alicia could do was sit idle but kept looking forward as she was ordered by Kashi. Then the supervisor pulled her up in anger and slapped her in the face with all force.<br>"Rebelling are we? I'll have you replaced by the King himself! Your days are numbered."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 00:18:51</strong>
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				Kashi growled as she heard some commotion outside of her room; she was trying to recreate a map of the castle from her memories of being escorted around and it was not an easy task. It was especially not easy when there was thunderous yelling pulling her from her memories. Shuffling the dangerous papers under a pile of useless things Kashi finally stormed outside ready to give the person disrupting her a piece of her mind.<br><br>"This is not a tavern hall," Kashi growled, her accent thickening slightly in her anger, but she stopped her rant when she noticed Alicia standing with a large man looming over her. Another bright red mark was visible on the girl's skin and it seemed the man wanted to continue beating the slave despite Kashi's presence. After sparing Kashi a glance he simply raised his hand to strike again, but Kashi easily interrupted the blow before in landed. Despite the man looking stronger than her because of his girth, Kashi was able to immobilize his wrist with little effort. <br><br>"Why are you punishing <em>my</em> slave?" Kashi asked icily moving to step between the man and Alicia, "you are delaying my dinner." In truth that was the last thing Kashi cared about, but she couldn't exactly say that. She had to disguise her care lest she confuse Alicia, and put them both in a bad situation.<br><br>Grimacing at Kashi's hold, the Supervisor tried to wrench his arm free to no avail, somehow the woman was stronger than him. That was like adding insult to the injury of her interfering with him and his slaves - in front of one too!<br><br>"She disobeyed my orders, and she is breaking one of the first rules of a slave," the man gritted out still trying to free his arm subtly without making it obvious he was trapped. At Kashi's questioning look he ground his teeth and explained. "She did not answer me as to why she left the place I took her, and she had the gall to not stare at the ground as she was taught." When Kashi finally let his wrist go, satisfied he wouldn't try to hit Alicia again, the man took a step back and glared at Kashi with hatred in his eyes. Here was a man who thought himself more important than he was. "I am in charge of keeping these animals in line, and no one is allowed to interfere in my job! I have to deliver this trash to an important man, an Ambassador!" he said self righteously. <br><br>Kashi blinked a few times as she realized the man had no idea who she was. Sighing Kashi didn't feel like taking the long explanation. Ignoring the Supervisor for a minute Kashi turned to Alicia, "go inside, bring the food." Turning back to the shocked Supervisor Kashi showed him the Ni'al emblem on her shoulder before turning back to her room and slamming the door behind her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 00:35:27</strong>
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				Alicia was scared. Not of the man beating her of Kashi but of what would become of her. She didn't understand who Kachi was so fearing for her life was even further beyond her. Her skin where the supervisor had smacked her began to burn painfully. <br><br>Then, when Kashi told her, she stood up again and brought the food inside. She looked around and found the desk with the chair being moved. It must have been where Kashi was sitting before she opened the door! Gently she brushed some of the stuff on it aside and put the plate down. <br><br>Seeing the soup she had spilled, she put the loaf of bread on the table along with some fresh butter and marmelade. Then she searched around again to clean up the spilled soup and when she couldn't find anything, she pulled up her shirt a little bit and with the tip of the shirt, she cleaned up the spilled soup and put it down on the table too.<br><br>She heard the door slam and quickly stepped aside.<br>"Dinner miss," she said and sat on her knees again, folded her hands behind her back and looked down only to realize the new order and quickly correcting the error, looking ahead of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 01:51:33</strong>
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				Kashi immediately noticed the food on the table, and her stomach did too, letting out a recognizing rumble. The second thing she noticed was Alicia kneeling on the floor and Kashi could tell she was still very lost as to what was going on and what would happen to her. Getting pulled out of normal routine and then being thrust into Kashi hands where various confrontations ensue, the woman didn't envy Alicia's position. But she also didn't know how to rectify the situation, every time she tried she only confused the girl more. Setting that aside for the time being Kashi kept her mind to the simple things. <br><br>Simple things like as a breeze blew through the window both she and Alicia shivered. Kashi looked from the still fireplace to Alicia, then turning to the girl fully Kashi gave her a command. "Light the fireplace," she said pointing to the hearth with a few logs waiting to be lit, after that she sat down and went to the food while pulling out the maps and missives she was working on before. She set them to the side of the food, but where she could still reach and work with them. <br><br>Crooking a finger to Alicia she verbalized her want, "come here." When Alicia was in front of her she held up another finger. "Rule number 2, when you follow my rules, you get rewarded, when you disobey, you get punished. Understand?"<br><br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 11:42:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Although Alicia had never lit a fireplace before, she had seen other housekeeping slaves do it many times. She stood up and walked to the fireplace where she kneeled down again. When she found the matches after a little search, she tried to figure out how they worked but soon struck the head over the side of the matchbox. At first at the wrong side but after three tries she tried the other side and the match was on fire instantly. Being a little proud at herself for achieving this already she slowly brought the logs as if the flame was made of porcelain. <br><br>When the match was almost fully burned and the logs didn't catch fire yet, she burned her fingers and instinctively dropped the match. For a second she feared punishment but noticed that Kashi was minding her own business. Quickly she took another match and with this, the logs caught fire.<br><br>Then she was called to Kashi and she stood up again and walked to Kashi, trying to keep her eyes ahead of her. This was a whole new perspective however and she found it difficult to keep her eyes focussed on the point straight ahead of her. (She understood the order as to only loop up and not look around)<br><br>Kashi's order was simple and she understood what she was saying.<br>"Yes miss," she said clear again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 02:19:06</strong>
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				At Alicia's nod Kashi scraped her chair back from the desk to make room then, without warning, snagged the slave about the waist and pulled the girl onto her lap. Once Alicia was settled, physically at least, Kashi pulled the food a little bit closer.<br><br>"You followed my rules," the warrior woman explained, "therefore you get rewarded - eat." Kashi gestured at the food encouragingly hoping that Alicia wouldn't be too uncomfortable or confused at the new situation. There were three reasons in her mind for handling the situation the way she did, and one of them was actually legitimate. First of all, she didn't want Alicia on her own. It was very plausible that the way Kashi treated the Supervisor would make he seek retribution on the girl, and since that would be the soldier's fault, she strove to avoid that. the other two reasons were a little less noble than that. She wanted Alicia to get comfortable around her, and she also couldn't help the building desire for the girl. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 15:01:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia was used to being dragged and pulled around so when Kashi pulled her on her lap, she didn't scream or squeel. Making no sound at all, she sat on Kashi's lap and listened to what she said. <br><br>Was she serious? Was she really allowed to eat her food? The slaves like her were usually fed some boiled stuff from the left-overs of the noble. They used to throw it together in a big pan and cook it around a bit and that was the slave food. Alicia couldn't remember the last time she had been eating some proper food. <br><br>Shaking and trembling she reached for the bread and broke off a small bit and slowly put it in her mouth. The explosion of taste was amazing and she almost choked on it when she swallowed it down without proper chewing. The cooked left overs were boiled to mush and it didn't take a lot of chewing. Fresh bread however did and after she had finished the little piece of bread, she had enough and didn't dare to get more, if she wanted to.<br><br>Now the next problem arose. How to sit idle on somebody's lap? In stead of folding her hands behind her back, she folded them in her lap and looked ahead of her again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 18:52:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashi felt the small shakes coming from the form on her lap, but kept her head turned to her work, almost as an attempt to give Alicia privacy. The soldier didn't want to make Alicia feel like she was being stared at. Soon work did actually consume her attention and she only vaguely noticed Alicia stopping eating after a small bit. Pausing in her work Kashi glanced over at the tray to notice it had barely been touched. Still scribbling with her right hand on some sheaf of paper, Kashi used her left hand to break off a small bit of bread and dip it a little in the soup, softening it. Instead of bringing it to her own mouth though, she brought it to Alicia's.<br><br>"Try to eat more," Kashi said absently, "take small bites though." Kashi guessed a little that Alicia might be rejecting the rich food, because she had similar experiences when on campaign. Usually they were stuck with some kind of jerky and tack and when Kashi returned and tried to eat other food she had quite a hard time. With Alicia it probably was more than a two to three month experience however.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 20:24:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia took the piece of bread carefully and bit off a small bite. This time she made sure to chew it very well before she swallowed it. Being on Kashi's lap made her feel very uncomfortable as the poor little slave had no idea how to behave or react to this sudden tenderness. Also the fact that Kashi had saved her from a proper punishment from the supervisor a bit earlier was too much for Alicia to understand.<br><br>What little intelligence she had, figured out though it was best to go with whatever Kashi wanted as she had already agreed on the rules. Disobeying meant punishment. That much was very common and normal but being rewarded for actually doing what the master told her to? That was completely new and Alicia had no idea why she would be rewarded for doing things she was supposed to do. She didn't think about it as it was too much to understand and instead, she ate the little piece of bread Kashi had given her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 21:05:45</strong>
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				Kashi nodded to herself as Alicia finished off more food, wanting to build up the girl's strength. As a soldier she had dealt with many prisoners of war, the closest thing Ni'al had to slaves, and they couldn't be the slightest bit useful if they were too weak. Plus Kashi simply detested the way Alicia was treated. In Ni'al prisoners of war were eventually converted into Ni'an citizens, not continuously treated like enemies. <br><br>A knock pulled Kashi from her thoughts and she sat up, moving Alicia to the chair she just left. The soldier went to the door and opened it, a scowl on her face as she prepared to deal with the Supervisor again. But to her surprise it was not the Supervisor, but a slight young man with long dark hair. Kashi recognized him instantly and ushered him inside glancing around the corridor to make sure no one had seen.<br><br>Immediately Kashi went to her desk and grabbed the papers she had been working on, a map clearly visible as the top sheet. "Here they are Gerrek," Kashi said handing them over to the young man. Her voice was lowered even though they were in her room; there was too much at stake and Kashi would rather be overly paranoid than caught. <br><br>Gerrek raised his eyebrows at the map, impressed that Kashi was able to create one. It was strictly forbidden by the King's law to possess a map of the castle, especially one that marked the corridors to the throne room. A small noise came from the corridor and Gerrek and Kashi tensed, but soon it passed. "This is too dangerous, next time you have to send someone else to me," he said urgently. Eventually his eyes fell on Alicia. "Next time, send her, give her an errand or something." Without any answer from Kashi, he opened the door and slipped quietly out as the coast was clear. <br><br>Kashi let out a sigh of exhaled tension when Gerrek left, sitting down on her bed and trying to calm down. Gerrek was quite right, it was too dangerous to attempt a direct meeting again. Looking at Alicia, Kashi crooked a finger, beckoning her closer.<br><br>"If I told you to be quiet, and the Supervisor told you to speak, who would you listen to?" Kashi questioned trying to figure out how much she could trust the girl. After all, Alicia was from Cain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 21:28:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia immediately stood up from the chair Kashi had sat her on and fell on her knees in her idle position as soon as the man walked in. Kashi seemed to know him but that was all Alicia could make of the meeting. The passing of papers and his words about her didn't get to her although she did know he mentioned her by the way he talked. She didn't have to see him to understand that.<br><br>When Kashi had closed the doors she sighed and Alicia thought her master was tired. The crooking finger at first didn't mean anything to Alicia but soon she linked it with the command to come to her master and she walked to her master, sitting at her feet. Then she was asked the weirdest of all questions.<br><br>She desperately tried to come up with an answer. How sure was she that this wasn't a test? If she disobeyed the Supervisors there would be hell to pay, but she had also made a deal with Kashi and she would punish her too if she wouldn't listen. So it came down to the question who was going to punish her more.<br><br>"S..supervisor," she whispered out too afraid of them to ever disobey them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 21:52:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashi's face dropped a bit at the answer, it was exactly what she was afraid of. Alicia was far too terrified of the Supervisor to ever protect Kashi's secrets. But maybe, if Kashi was able to assure Alicia she could protect her, then Alicia would be willing to do so. Maybe, perhaps, and possibly - all words that Kashi couldn't afford, but had no choice. <br><br>"I stopped everyone from punishing you," Kashi said reaching out to pet Alicia's hair softly, "because no one is allowed to punish you but me. So if you listened to me instead of him, you would never get punished by him again." The soldier tried to convey her protectiveness and her offer of safety through her hands, wanting to soothe the fear and confusion she felt coming from Alicia in waves through the air. "But if you listen to him, I can't protect you. Do you want me to protect you?" Kashi asked hoping to pull Alicia to her side, not only to help with her plans with Gerrek, but because what she said was true. She could only protect Alicia if Alicia was on her side. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 22:13:15</strong>
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				Protect her from punishment of the Supervisor? Alicia was dumbfounded. How could anybody ever be protected from the Supervisors. They answered directly to the King and the only one who could stop them was the King himself. Didn't Kashi know?<br><br>The sentence Kashi made was way too long and complicated for the simple slave and figuring out what she just had, she must have misunderstood the tall woman but she did ask a question. Not answering would probably result in punishment so she had to figure it out. <br><br>Her simple brain made overtime and she swallowed hard a few times before finally coming to her answer.<br>"Yes miss," she wanted Kashi to protect her. Maybe the words didn't make sense, the feelings she had around Kashi were good. Even if this would be a test and she would fail, at least she had a good meal before she would die. <br><br>Thinking back to the two pieces of fresh baked bread brought joy to her heart. It was good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 22:43:20</strong>
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				Kashi saw the disbelieving look on Alicia's face and smirked a little. Alicia didn't really understand who she was. True, it would be difficult to divert the Supervisor's anger, but difficult wasn't impossible, and Kashi was perfectly okay with tackling difficult. Her smirk grew bigger when Alicia answered her with a 'yes'. The soldier could see Alicia was still not quite understanding her, but the fact that her instinct was to answer with a positive was a very good sign. It meant that there was hope, and that it wasn't too unlikely that Kashi could win Alicia's loyalty. <br><br>Still petting Alicia's hair, Kashi moved on from the confusing topic to what would be another confusing topic for the girl. Training. Kashi wanted, no needed, to send Alicia to Gerrek, but she wouldn't attempt it until she was sure that it was safe for both Gerrek and Alicia. But she also had a selfish reason for the education, she wanted to converse and get closer to the girl as Kashi was very much alone and isolated in Cain.<br><br>"You will now be trained for a new job," Kashi said making sure she had Alicia's attention, "first lesson is talking." Slowly Kashi started asking simple questions that required one word answers including, but not limited to, 'yes' and 'no'. The ambassador could see she was just beyond Alicia's comprehension, but she also saw Alicia was trying desperately hard and was struggling but keeping up. Her intention was first to get Alicia comfortable with using her voice, then raise her comprehension. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 22:58:45</strong>
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				If smiling was good, than Alicia knew she was safe with Kashi as she looked up, against the rules, to Kashi's face and saw her smile. She still didn't understand but at least she felt safe around this woman. The second topic was even crazier than the first one. Why would she need to talk? Alicia knew what it was as she heard people around her do it too, but she could talk all that she had to say, which was basically a yes sir or no sir.<br><br>Kashi asked her some simple questions first but for Alicia, even these simple questions were difficult. Not only was the answer hard to come up with, once she had thought of an answer it was hard to bring it out using her voice for something else that 'yes miss' or 'no miss'. Most of the questions she was asked she had to answer with 'I don't know miss' where the 't' of 'don't' wasn't heard due to her untrained voice. She didn't know how old she was or when or where she was born.<br><br>She didn't know anything at all except the basics she had to know for her 'job' as slave. Some cooking recipes, how to wash, how many steps the hallways were, what the royals liked for dinner. That were important things to remember. Despite this she tried hard to answer all she could as well as she could but she was happy, although she didn't show it, when the lesson was over. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 23:38:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashi stopped after a little bit, content that they had accomplished all that they could that night, plus her body was growing heavy with fatigue and the urge to sleep was becoming stronger. Out of some sleepy urge Kashi leant down and placed a soft kiss on Alicia's cheek, the first contact of the kind she'd tried with the girl.<br><br>"You did good," Kashi said an approving look on her face. It actually went better than she thought it would considering at first Alicia had a hard time saying her name. "Next is sleep," the soldier said moving towards the clothes chest and pulling a few items out. Kashi easily pulled off her tunic, chain mail, and her undershirt, leaving her torso bare except for her breast wrappings. For a fleeting second Kashi thought she felt eyes on her, but brushed it off. Even if Alicia did raise her eyes on her own, Kashi wouldn't care or comment as she was afraid it would discourage the girl. She then slid out of her breeches, but immediately pulled on new looser ones meant for sleeping in. <br><br>Finished with herself Kashi turned to Alicia and beckoned her closer with a finger, pleased to note that the gesture was understood immediately. Kashi then held up the extra nightshirt she grabbed and told Alicia to change into it. It was rather large for the smaller girl, but it was thicker and much more comfortable than what Alicia was wearing. While Alicia got changed Kashi turned and blew out the candles lighting the room, leaving the fire to cast its red glow upon the room. She then laid on the bed, a sigh escaping her mouth before she caught it as her body stretched out and relaxed. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 23:52:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia froze up at the kiss. She never been this close to anybody and although she had accidentally seen the King and his lover kiss, she didn't know what they meant. Now she felt it was good and she liked it.<br><br>Then she heard Kashi undress and soon after she was given another simple order. She walked over to Kashi again and was given the nightshirt. At first she looked confused to the cloth in her hand but soon was told to wear it. What was going on? She had been given food and now a new shirt. A little clumsy, she lost her way inside the shirt, she got it on and watched Kashi go to bed after blowing out the candles.<br><br>When Kashi had laid down, Alicia stood up and closed the curtains in the room and folded the warrior's clothes and put them on the chair. Then she looked around and laid down on the rug at the fireplace. This was at the end of Kashi's bed where slaves used to sleep. She heard in stories that personal slaves always slept at the low end of the master's bed. Alicia curled up in happiness of the day. What started out a normal day turned out to be the best of her life. Sniffing the shirt and how clean it was, she got tears in her eyes and with a smile of joy she closed her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 00:10:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashi closed her eyes in contentment, but after a few seconds her eyes popped open. Something was subconsciously bothering her, but she didn't know what it was. After a few seconds of annoyed contemplation Kashi realized what was bothering her. She couldn't stand the idea of Alicia on the floor, and sighed as she decided to resolve what was keeping her from sleep. <br><br>"Alicia? Come here," Kashi called softly from the bed. She sat up as Alicia approached, then scooted over leaving quite a bit of room on the side of the bed where the girl was. "You deserve a reward," Kashi said patting the spot next to her, "sleep here." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 10:29:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The young slave couldn't believe what she heard. Sleep on the same bed as the master? Afraid to get punished she sat on the bed, not knowing how to handle it's softness. Her body was completely used to the hard floors she always slept on and this sudden softness made her feel uncomfortable. <br><br>Not wanting to displease Kashi, she laid on the bed and curled up closing her eyes. She laid awake a long time, not managing to find a comfortable position to lay in and when she had made sure Kashi was asleep she softly stepped off the bed and curled up at the fireplace again. <br><br>Alicia didn't want to look un-thankful towards Kashi but the bed was just too much for the little girl to handle. Hopefully she would be up earlier than Kashi so she could crawl back in the bed before Kashi woke up but if she didn't, she was more than willing to accept her punishment. The day already had been so good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 19:44:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashi stirred early in the morning, well before the sun decided to wake, and just as the earliest of birds were out trying to catch breakfast. Staying very still Kashi let just her eyes flick open, taking account of her surroundings. Everything was as she left it the previous night except for one thing - Alicia. The girl was not next to her, but on further examination of the room as she sat up noiselessly, she was on the ground near the fire. The soldier was not about to chastised the girl for it though. It seemed that the bed was just too uncomfortable for the girl, and if that was so, then who was Kashi to interfere? She would give out the option, and Alicia could choose for herself.<br><br>Laying back down Kashi closed her eyes and let her senses explore picking out the smells and etc of the room so she could identify anything out of the ordinary. Nothing seemed out of place for a room as such as the one she was in, but Kashi did identify what it was that woke her up. Little lights were being lit in the halls and light footfalls were going back and forth - no doubt the earliest of servants and slaves were up, preparing for the day ahead. With that knowledge Kashi knew it was time for her to rise as well.<br><br>Sitting up once more Kashi groaned as she stretched, and a few of her abused joints from traveling popped. Pulling her legs to the side of the bed Kashi finally got out of bed and stood up, stretching some more. All of her noise and movement seemed to wake the girl by the bed, or perhaps she was already awake and waiting to Kashi to wake up. Either way Kashi turned as she saw Alicia stir.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 21:14:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alicia had woke up early as always. Except now it was her hearing the noises from the castle's hallways in stead of making them. Being here where she was, still didn't make sense to the girl and she had no idea what was to happen now. She had slept so very well. The smell of the fresh shirt, the warmth of the fireplace and the cozyness of the room and maybe even the protection Kashi offered. <br><br>But that was all behind her now. Today would be another day of fulfilling orders as it always was.<br><br>To her surprise, Kashi woke up early too, just a little after she awoke herself. A little afraid of what was going to happen since she had not followed orders to stay on the bed, she sat up on her knees and folded her hands behind her back already awaiting orders. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 22:21:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking at Alicia, Kashi was at a loss as what to do with the girl. She didn't really need a slave as she was pretty much a self-sufficient person, so what was she supposed to do? First, she decided, she wanted to reassure Alicia. The girl seemed sure punishment was imminent and for a few seconds Kashi wasn't even sure what for. Then she remembered her sleepy order for Alicia to sleep on the bed with her. As she thought earlier Kashi didn't really mind that Alicia moved for her own comfort, and wanted to convey that. <br><br>"Don't worry, you won't get punished," Kashi reassured laying a hand on Alicia's shoulder, "and you're not going back." The soldier wasn't so sure if the second part was more for Alicia or her. She didn't want to send Alicia back because of the Supervisor, but she really had little to occupy Alicia with...unless she brought Alicia with her to her meetings with the court and used her as an assistant. It would help speed up the girls education having to listen to everyone speak and remember it for when Kashi asked. Looking at Alicia though, Kashi knew she'd have to make the girl more presentable to bring her with, and realized what she'd spend the day doing. <br><br>"Today, we are doing more lessons," Kashi instructed referring to more of what they did the previous night, "and you will begin your new job." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 22:52:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had no idea what do to or say other than sitting idle like she always did. At least a little reassured that she wasn't get punished she relaxed a little bit, awaiting orders. <br><br>Then she heard that more lessons were to come and automatically she linked back to yesterday's questions she had to answer and got a little excited. She had liked that as it made the day go by faster. Alicia heard the part about a new job for her but didn't know what Kashi meant by it.<br><br>Despite her happiness, she kept seated the way she sat now and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaiva</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 00:03:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a rough plan of the day in Kashi's mind she began to prepare for it, first by getting dressed. She quickly slipped into dark breeches and pulled her boots on over them, lacing everything and buckling every leather strap. Kashi then removed her nightshirt and pulled on her undershirt, chain mail and finally her tunic. The overtunic was a dark red today, but had the same cyclical symbol of Ni'al in white on the front and back, and it was strapped to her body around the waist with a thin leather belt which held a long dagger thrust into it. <br><br>"Bring breakfast please," Kashi ordered of Alicia, as she was now dressed. She pondered what task she should complete first when it came to Alicia, and decided after breakfast, which she was sending Alicia to fetch now, they would go to a tailor as that task would take the longest time to get results. The tailor would after all need time to create what was needed, and Kashi had a meeting the next day that she hoped Alicia would be able to attend. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Politics of Pleasure [Dashenka and Kaiva]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 09:22:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly Alicia got up and walked out of the room onto the hallway. The new shirt she got made her stand out from all the other slaves but her bare feet and legs still gave away her rank among the bustling halls. Quickly she crossed the hallway and walked on the far right against the wall, the ‘slave lane’. Skittishly she looked around, afraid of a Supervisor to see her in her new clothes and get to her for it. She was afraid to tell Kashi she was scared of going out as she was easy picking for any high member. <br><br>It didn’t take long before a member of the royal family spotted her and stopped. Before the woman could say anything, Alicia had slipped into the kitchen and got in line with other personal slaves, preparing their master’s breakfast. She had just gotten a bowl of soup on the plate when the kitchen Supervisor got to her and grabbed her arm roughly.<br><br>“What is this?” he barked at her and Alicia turned to wax instantly.<br>“Mistress breakfast,” she managed to bring out.<br>“I understand that you worm.” He gave a firm tug on the new shirt and ordered her to sit down. Immediately Alicia sat down with the plate and the Supervisor took off her shirt roughly.<br>“I’ll tell your mistress not to dress you up like a full human. Continue.”<br>Heavily shaking, Alicia found that almost the entire kitchen looked at her, apart from the other slaves and quickly added some fresh bread and fruit on the plate and added a glass of milk and fresh juice. <br><br>Moments later she was carrying the plate back to Kashi’s room, wearing nothing but the old rags she had on under the newly given shirt. Before entering the room, she knocked politely and entered, ashamed that she had lost her precious gift and sat the plate on the table.<br>“Breakfast miss,” she said and sat down on the floor again.<br>
			</dd>
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