Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 9:41:44 GMT -5
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I look over and see you, wondering how everything worked out with your slave girl last night and if you were still in need of any branding services, but well I'd done enough of a commercial for Exeter Metal Works last night. "Tal Onix, I trust you are well."
(13:09:31 )
• ] Ice Queen [ •
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: *watches you approach and kneel, those practiced and orchestrated movements had not gone unnoticed, you could almost pull it off. when you knelt before me, I smiled and dipped my head. You were at the very least trying to deal with the situation, I knew it could not be an easy task, coming to terms with the fact that you would never be granted the freedom you craved, needed...* Tal Demeter...tell me...are you branded?
(13:15:36 )
• ] Ice Queen [ •
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I smiled, you were just what I needed...my eyes widened in surprise* how did you know I was right at this moment wanting you...*I rethought that and then added a bit more* for your skills...to do that thing...that you said...*ok so now I was just making a fool of myself* to the slave! *there...that fixed it..I hoped* how much does a branding cost?
(13:15:36 )
• ] Ice Queen [ •
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I smiled, you were just what I needed...my eyes widened in surprise* how did you know I was right at this moment wanting you...*I rethought that and then added a bit more* for your skills...to do that thing...that you said...*ok so now I was just making a fool of myself* to the slave! *there...that fixed it..I hoped* how much does a branding cost?
(13:16:37 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I have never been enslaved before this, Mistress. But I ..Master Dasoul branded me ages ago. Right on my lower abdomen. The thought made her stomach roil. Just because she had been branded once didn’t mean you wouldn’t do it again. While that pain was forgotten sher remembered the time she’d accidentally held her hand too close to a candle once when she was reading. The fire hadn’t even touched her but her hand had gotten close enough where she still suffered a minor burn. It hurt to high heaven and back. Her eyes moved away to something in the distance, and briefly she clutched her stomach. Please don’t. I know I have been--Her words trailed off and she bit down on her bottom lip hard. Being branded had nothing to do with punishment. It was necessary. How many slaves had she ordered brands for?
(13:18:10 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I look over and hear you, almost has a shot to my ego that some Free Woman would want a humble blacksmith like me, heh. I then realize you are talking about for my skills instead of for my sexy body, hmm. Ah well. "Provided that you only want a standard brand like a kef or something along those lines that I already have in my possession, I would charge 5 copper for the brand, and another 5 copper for a small jar of healing salve to use on the brand itself so that the edges to not become frayed, but because I am trying to garner additional business for the Metal Works around branding, that price is certainly negotiable."
(13:26:45 )
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-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: oh no that price sounds very fair...I shall want the traditional floral kef on her thigh...*I couldn't remember which one it was that got the brand but I'm sure you knew, I had heard her words that she was indeed branded and her begging not to receive another but it fell on deaf ears. She would receive the brand because I deemed it so* do you also know how to put an iron torvaldslander collar on her...*I knew you were a Torv like me and knew about the hammering of the collar about a slave's neck* I'd like her to feel the weight of her slavery at all times
(13:28:46 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: She heard your words to the free man and knew there was no way around anything you were saying right now. Her chest felt hot and tight. There was an inner battle to keep her expression even.
(13:35:02 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I stand from where I was seated in the tables, "yes of course, I can provide both of those. We will just need to go to the blacksmith forge that I have rented here at the marketplace, I have several iron band torvaldslander style collars, of course as you know the only way to get one off is to have another blacksmith do it as once the rivet is punched the collar is permanently sealed about her throat." I begin to walk towards the shop, knowing that you and your girl would follow along, and it was not far, just a hundred feet or so from the tables. "Alright, come right in here" I say to you as I open the door to the forge and yell to the two thralls to start heating the fires. "Do you want to strap her down or do you want to hold her while I brand her?"
(13:30:26 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ :
gretuk2.tripod.com/BRANDS/%20LETASHA-BRANDS.html
the dina?
(13:35:02 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I stand from where I was seated in the tables, "yes of course, I can provide both of those. We will just need to go to the blacksmith forge that I have rented here at the marketplace, I have several iron band torvaldslander style collars, of course as you know the only way to get one off is to have another blacksmith do it as once the rivet is punched the collar is permanently sealed about her throat." I begin to walk towards the shop, knowing that you and your girl would follow along, and it was not far, just a hundred feet or so from the tables. "Alright, come right in here" I say to you as I open the door to the forge and yell to the two thralls to start heating the fires. "Do you want to strap her down or do you want to hold her while I brand her?"
(13:37:26 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: that link is so very helpful...ha thank you...yes the dina one is quite fetching...I think it would look amazing on her...I will go with that one
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[looking around the main square of the market]-
says to ALL: Demeter stood up slowly, her legs feeling like liquid beneath her. There was a lump in her throat and slightly sick to her stomach. For a moment, she closed her eyes—unable to believe her horrible luck at having to be branded once again and being fitted for a collar that she would not be able to remove by her own hands. The inside of Demeter’s mouth was dry as she followed her owner and the man into the shop.
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-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Thank you Master! I would love to. And... the Mistress might need an extra hand, so she doesn't get all sooty. -With my words, I unfolded and trailed behind you.-
(13:47:50 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I look back at you as we reach the shop, looking to see what type of collar you have on now, and approximately the size of your throat. I would want to be sure to get the right sized collar, northern style collars were much heavier than southern collars, plus they were made of just plain forged steel, with a hinge on one side, and a single hole on the other. When the two sides of the collar were brought together around the throat, a steel rivet was pounded into the hole, sealing it forever, or until another blacksmith could be found to remove them. The removal was an art, as you would need to be sure you did not hammer the slave's head while trying to break apart the rivet on the collar itself.
(13:49:23 )
• ] Ice Queen [ •
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I rose to my feet as you did and snapped my fingers to order my slave to follow behind me, my booted feet tapped along the walkway as I moved towards your blacksmith set up, I smiled at your words, I knew how difficult it would be to remove the collar if it ever came to that and that was exactly why I had chosen it. I did not look over my shoulder to see that she was following, she already knew the penalty for trying to run away...she would be right behind me. I considered your question and thought I'd love to hold her down, but that would only awaken other issues.* you can strap her in...I'll just watch...I really appreciate this...where are your selection of collars...I want a black steel one
(13:52:48 )
-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: -I followed behind you at your left side and stood a space away so you could do what you do and not be hindered with a slave girl in your way. Nor did I want any accidents to occur that would injure me, so I kept my distance though i was in hearing distance.-
(13:55:26 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I walk into the shop and over to the work bench inside, rummaging through a box that has several steel band collars in it, I select one that is about the size of your slave's throat and is also black steel. Black steel was actually made by using extra carbon when forging the steel itself. It made the steel a bit harder and less malleable when forging. That said this was a pain black steel band, it was about three inches across and the entire collar had to weigh at least a couple of pounds. It would be a constant reminder of her slavery right there on her throat. I hold the collar out to you to take a look at. There was no other adornments, just extremely plain black steel. The hinge in one side and the locking mechanism in the other. "Alright, well let us get the new collar on her first, and then we can move on to the brand." I say as I move over to another pouch on my work bench, well more of a pack, and I open it. Inside are several small jars of healing salve, which I select one and give to you. I also have all of my brands there, I take out the dina one and set the tip into the fires of the furnace in the forge. I would want to get it nice and hot before I used it on her. "and you want the brand on the upper right or left thigh?"
(13:58:06 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: How many times had she seen you in the fair? More than she could count and not once had words or pleasantries been exchanged. Still, she couldn’t imagine this day. She noticed you looking at her—for purely aesthetic reasons: eyeing the plain, silver, turian-style collar that graced her throat. It was held in place by a small lock in the back, relatively simple for anyone to remove if they had the right tools. Demeter made no eye contact with you at all—carefully keeping her eyes on anything else but your face, or anyone elses. It would serve her well to look at this objectively, detaching any emotion from this. Even though she knew what it meant. Even though she knew how much pain would be involved. Unpleasant didn’t begin to describe it. Perhaps for some other slave who truly wanted her slavery with no ambitions of freedom would see this as a temporary pain and well worth it for the joys of slavery she would feel in her new place. But for Demeter…it had been a sentence. She wasn’t quite sure when she began to feel this way and it didn’t matter because it changed absolutely nothing.
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: The inside of the forge was overly warm and uncomfortable. She remembered places like this well. Slowly, the memory of the pain from her first brand came rushing at her like a tidal wave. Panic began to rise within her as she looked around in the shop. Even the most simple of instruments looked like tools specifically designed for her torture.
(14:02:29 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I look over at you, the steel collar in my hand as I show it to your owner for approval and wait for her to take your other collar off so this one could be applied. I had little patience for slaves who were not willing to accept their place in life on Gor, and had heard you begging free men and women to sign a petition for your release though I had not been engaged in any of the conversations. I thought about how I'd given many slaves release in my life on Gor, and every time that had been with a dagger that I'd carried for a long time, that was now in the possession of another. I found that drawing that dagger across their throat, across both jugular veins just above their collar was often more of a release than they deserved, but still solved the problem that I was having at that moment. For the most part slaves were little more than animals to me, I felt no pity for them, nor their position.
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-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: -As Exavier spoke to your Mistress' about brands, I instantly thought back to my own brands and idly ran my fingertips along my left hip where they were placed. One man, three brands. I traced the lining of the brands burned into my flesh that had long healed a year ago, but the memories came flooding back as soon as I caught sight of the rods... the glow of the white heads of them... and the firepit. I did not envy you.-
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I stood near by as you opened the box of collars and extracted one that was what I specified, I nodded in approval* that one is perfect...I will simply have to tie the bosk bell around it instead of attaching it to the leash clip like her current one has...*I took the vial of healing salve from your hand and slid it into my own shoulder satchel then I stepped back to let you work, my eyes riveted onto my slave for a moment and a smile creased my lips*
(14:06:17 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : "Alright, then we are set, for the collar at least, which leg for the brand again? And in the crease between leg and hip? That is an extremely painful place for a brand but does look nice once it is healed." I say to you as I then look over to the slave, "would you prefer to remove her collar or have me do it before I put this one on her?" I ask as I set the steel collar to the side, and select the rivet that I wanted to use. I also reach up into a peg board on the wall and select a hammer and a steel punch that would be used on the rivet itself.
(14:09:50 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: There would be no running. There was absolutely no point in even entertaining such a ridiculous and frivolous notion. It wasn’t her Mistress she disliked. It was…this. The thought that everything she had worked for—knowing that this was her fault because she had willingly gave it over months ago. She couldn’t hate herself more than she did right now. Demeter looked to the other slave within the forge and realized that she was no different than her…or any other slave. Still—for a woman who had once enjoyed the prestige of being one of the few females part of the scarlet caste… and even then, she had been exiled from Ar for nearly a decade. It no longer mattered that much. This was happening. This was it. As long as she didn’t scream…
(14:11:55 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to -- I belong to Talem -- : I take a long drink from the tankard that you gave me and then set it down, on the work bench near where I would be strapping down the slave. "Once the brand is applied I will need you to wipe a small amount of the healing salve over it. It should be applied as soon as possible, but be careful I would not want you to burn your fingers on her molten flesh before it cools." I say giving you a tub of the healing salve, much larger than the one that I gave to Onix, one that I'd purchased from the healer Essa of Minus. There was enough in the tub to take care of hundreds of brands.
(14:16:10 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: "to me slave girl, and then get up on the work bench here, on your back, and spread your arms and legs as wide as you can." I say to you, I could both apply the collar to your throat and do the brand from that position. I waited to see if your owner was going to remove your collar before you came over to where I was standing. I look over at the fires of the furnace, watching the branding iron heat up to a nice orange color, it would need to get a bit hotter before I was to use it on your flesh. But it should be just about perfect by the time I completed putting the new collar on you. This particular work bench was already set up to strap slaves down to, I had another more elaborate one in the studio of the Exeter Metal Works, but this one would work just fine. There are leather restraints at each of the four corners of the table. I also look you over making sure you are completely naked before we start this process.
(14:18:33 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: *I reached to my ring of keys and inserted the one for your collar into it's lock and turned it, removing it from your slender neck, and listening to the attached bell clang and ring, I held it in my fist and stepped back again, watching the events unfold* (sorry my daughter is being a demanding princess!)
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: let's do the left outer thigh...I had considered putting it on her inner wrist but I am not sure that is plausible...is it?...no let's go with the thigh...outer left thigh works well...and again thank you for this...I'm sure if I'd tried it myself she'd be dead or severely deformed
(14:24:15 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : "oh it is my pleasure, nothing like the smell of burning flesh in the afternoon." I say to you with a grin as I wait for your slave girl to approach so I can strap her down.
(14:27:24 )
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-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Demeter finally looked at you then when you addressed her personally. Just as before, she removed her clothing, peeling the tunic from her body and then stepping out of it and draping it over something nearby. You would be able to see a small brand, a kef on her lower right abdomen. While it was healed, you could tell by the color of it that it was still fairly new. The collar that Dasoul had given her had been removed by her new owner, and for a brief moment, she could pretend that something bulky, ugly and heavy would not be replacing it. For a few minutes, she could pretend that she was free. With as much pride as she could muster, she walked over to the work bench and sat down. After a moment, she lay her body back, parting her thighs as wide as she could—heat and shame coloring her otherwise even features. The color was the only indication of the mortification she felt. Swallowing hard, she spread her arms as well. Suddenly, it seemed hotter in this place. It felt like the flames would come alive and devour her. God—that’s exactly what it was going to feel like for a few excruciating seconds. Demeter closed her eyes…and waited.
(14:33:22 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I watch you walk over to the work bench and get up on top of it. Your body now naked so that I would not have any clothing in the way while I did my work. I wait until you are settled upon your back and I begin to strap you down to the rough wooden top of the work bench. I first wrap the leather binding around your right wrist, and then your right ankle, before moving ot your left ankle, pulling your thighs painfully wide so that your body was completely taut on the work bench, it would not do to have you move and me hurt you with either the hammer or have the brand not be perfect because you moved. I then finally strapped in your other wrist, making sure that you were tied down tight. Your breasts thrust up into the air and your slave sex on display for any that might be passing by the open door of the forge. I move to your left thigh, fingertips trailing up and down the smooth flesh on the outer thigh, making sure it is clean and there were no other scars or marks that might degrade the edges of the brand when it was applied. The dina looked like a small flower, perhaps two inches in diameter. I select the spot that I will brand, just below your left hip on the slender muscled part of your thigh. I then take the collar off of the work bench, and move to the head of the bench itself, slipping the collar around your throat, turning it so that the locking mechanism is to your left side, with me standing above you like I was my dominant left hand would also be on your left side.
(14:41:40 )
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: She grimaced when you pulled her thighs apart even wider than what they already were. You were not gentle at all—not that she expected you to be. Her nudity made her more than uncomfortable. It was something she would never be able to get used to. The door was wide open so that anyone happening to walk by would only have to turn their heads a bit to see what was now on display. Demeter thought of asking you to close the door and the absurdity of it and the stress of the situation caused her to laugh out loud suddenly. She tried to suppress it—but she couldn’t control it. The most silly images danced through her mind for no apparent reasoning at all and while she knew that this was no laughing matter—it could not be helped. There was no way to turn her head or move at all. Her body was completely immobile and no matter how much the laughter shook her, she could not move. Suddenly, she was panicked. Laughing and panicked. Panicked at laughing. The flames rose higher in the forge…and they looked as if they were going to grab her. Suddenly…this wasn’t funny at all. It was horrifying and she couldn’t move.
(14:50:11 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I heard you laugh a bit, some slaves did get nervous when on the branding table and so I did not pay all that much attention to it one way or the other. I push the collar closed on your throat and slide the rivet into it. I then put a steel block against one side of the collar. Clamping that in place as I turn myself just a bit so that I could get a good swing of the hammer in without hitting you with it. I was an expert, having been working in a forge for many years using a hammer like this one. A quick swing and a CLANG right next to your ear and the first side of the rivet was expanded into the hole, I then move the steel block to the other side of the collar, swinging the hammer the other way and hitting the rivet hard, expanding that side as well. The sound would have been incredibly loud in your ear, certainly not enough to damage your hearing but enough to leave your ear ringing from the sound. I then put the steel block and the hammer away, the black steel torvaldsland style collar permanently locked upon your throat. There would be no way to remove it without the help of a blacksmith. I check that the rivet expanded correctly, fingertips running over the steel and checking to be sure that there were no steel burrs or anything that would cut you later. I still did not speak with you at all, as that was not needed for what I was doing. Now that the collar is done, and my trusty assistant had to leave I get the tub of healing salve out and set it near your left thigh. I then pull on heavy leather gloves, looking over at the branding iron in the fires of the furnace, it was just the right color of yellow now to tell me that it was ready to be used. I walk over to the fires and grasp the branding iron. I then walk back over to you, holding the brand perhaps twelve inches from your body you could already feel the intense heat coming off it. There was no where for you to move, no where for you to get away to, only the intense pain that was soon to come.
(15:01:43 )
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Even though there was no possible way she coukd move even if she wanted to, she still held her body rigid as you came down hard with the iron hammer, securing the heavy collar into place. The sound of it was loud enough to cause a slight ringing in her open, and an ache in her teeth. Her dark eyes flew rather realizing that she needed to see herself being brand...or rather, needed to see when it was going to happen. Suddenly, she began breathing rapidly, her breasts heaving upwards violently with each intake of breath. ...God. She breathed out softly, dark skin glistening with sweat caused by the heat of this place. Her eyes landed on the brand that you held above her thigh.. Godammnit.
(15:07:25 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: I hold the brand in two hands, one hand near the end of the branding iron itself, the other close to the head where it would touch your skin. Believe it or not branding was a very delicate art, and if it was not done perfectly the brand would look terrible, especially one as intricate as the dina. There were several loops of steel contained in that two inch wide brand. If it moved even a fraction of an inch when I pressed it to your skin it would do nothing more than smear a burnt mark on your leg. This was the reason that you were strapped so incredibly tightly to the table, and why I wrenched your arms and legs so far apart when I applied the leather straps. I hear you speak but again I do not pay that much attention to it one way or the other. I was concentrating on your thigh and on the branding iron. The forge was hot, nearly twenty degrees warmer than the air outside of the small room. I slowly begin to move the brand towards your skin, six inches away and you could feel the heat baking off the skin, three inches away and you would start to feel the pain of the heat. An inch away and your flesh was already starting to sear and then finally the steel of the brand presses against your skin. Suddenly the smoke begins to pour out from around the brand itself, it was burning flesh, which had a sickly sweet smell to it, almost like a melon that had gotten too ripe, and then had been cooked in an oven. My hands were steady, the brand would come out perfect. I begin to count, one....two....three...four....five....
(15:15:32 )
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: The familiar sensation of having to vomit suddenly came over her. The heat was closer and closer to the point of contact. Her eyes closed just before the moment of contact and she pictured her skin burning and peeling away as if of little consequence. Even though the pain was not unfamiliar, it didn't mean it was less. Not that she imagined it would be. The pain tore through her so violently that it caused her body to convulse as a scream tore through her. (sorry ...just got molested by a co worker lol)
(15:18:11 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: Your body did begin to convulse, but again with the way that you were strapped down you were not able to move at all, you were not even able to lift your bare ass up off the table and thrust your slave sex up in to the air. I could see your face turn flushed as the smoke continues to boil up off of the branding iron where it is on your flesh. I finish counting... six...seven...eight...nine...ten. I then pull the brand back, looking down to make sure that the mark was properly burned into your skin, moving down through several layers so that no matter what happened it would be there for the rest of your natural life. I walk away from you, dunking the branding iron into a bucket of clean and clear water, your flesh flaking off the head of it as it cools. I then remove my gloves and walk back over to you, taking a scoop of the salve out and spreading it across the dina brand.
(15:22:16 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: *I had managed to watch it all with a sort of disconnected interest, the collar was hammered into place, the brand seared into her chocolate toned flesh, and now as he applied the salve the the sickening smell filled the already overheated room I lifted a gloved hand to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of leather instead. I coughed a bit into my glove and shuddered, nothing smelled so awful as burnt flesh...oh wait..maybe port kar...yes definitely...well it was a toss up really. I waited for the process to conclude so that I could pay the Blacksmith for his duties*
(15:27:11 )
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.Ð e m e t e r.
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: It was a small miracle that she didn't vomit all over the place. Demeter lay there, gasping for breath even as the salve was smoothed over the burn. Last time, there had been no slave and she was grateful for it. The pain was still intense, but at least bearable now. Her face was streaked with tears and her skin hot and flushed. Her once neatly smoothed back now had sweat dampened tendrils stuck to her face. Her throat was sore now and her body hurt all over. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole.
(15:29:16 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: I put away all my tools, as I did not use this forge all the time and I would want to return to the Exeter Metal Works with them when I was done. I also close the tub of salve, before walking around the work bench that you are strapped to, undoing each of the leather bindings one at a time. I did not make any movement to remove you from the workbench top once you were unstrapped. I merely figured that my job was done and I turned away from you to speak with your owner and get paid for my services.
(15:32:19 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I turn away from your slave girl, wiping my hands on my tunic as I walk towards you, "alright, so that is five copper for the salve, five copper for the brand, and I was thinking a silver for the collar if that is acceptable, if not I am always willing to negotiate, it seems that you own the collar either way since the girl will probably never get it off, the brand went well, you should apply the salve whenever the pain gets unbearable for her, it will not much deaden the pain but will at least keep the brand from getting infected." I say to you as I wait to see if you agree upon the price for the collar.
(15:35:59 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I watched as you unstrapped my slave from the bench and then left her to her own devices, a smiled played at the corners of my mouth as you approached me, those normally iced over hues were slightly warmer, I lowered the gloved hand which was pinching my nostrils closed, you seemed unaffected by the smell, you probably had done it so much you were immune to the scent. I wasn't going to argue you the price, you had created the materials and also provided your services, I would pay what you asked. I removed a silver and 10 coppers from my pouch and a gloved hand offered them to your roughly calloused palm* I will be sure to call on you again if I have cause to brand her once more...or maybe I will acquire someone else that may need to be branded.
(15:38:53 )
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.Ð e m e t e r.
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: Luckily, she was practical and didn't expect any help from the work bench. Carefully, she sat up...not even botheringto look at the brand of the dina on her thigh. It meant absolutely nothing to her at all. And while she could not ignore the pain, she would only recognize it as a necessary part of her existence. The black collar around her slender throat was heavy and uncomfortable. She reached up to touch it and then stopped halfway, deciding against it. It was asbif she didn't wish to acknowledge it. As long as she did what she was told....as long as she was obedient...none of this mamatteredShe wouldn't let it matter. Once, Dasoul had described to her the difference between a kajira and a slave--and now, she knew without a doubt which one she was now.
(15:39:58 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I was immune to the smell, though it had been some time since I'd branded a slave it was not unfair to say that I'd branded hundreds in my time on Gor. I actually had grown to find the sickly sweet smell oddly relaxing, and associated it with a job being done correctly. I look into your eyes as I walk over to you and I nod as you agree to the price. I reach out and take the silver and coppers from you and then put them into a small coin pouch I use that is attached to my weapons harness. "I am often in here in the market, or I have a shop in Minus called the Exeter Metal Works, I would be happy to brand or collar any slaves you need to have taken care of, I can also specially craft collars or other slave items like manacles or chains if you need them. Or if you are interested in some sort of a weapon like a dagger or something I can provide that." I say knowing often northern women were armed in some way. "It was very nice doing business with you." I say as I leave you to speak with your slave, and help her from the table or allow her to struggle off it, either way it was none of my concern. "I hope that you choose me for all of your slave collaring and branding services in the future." I say with a grin and a wink, walking out the door of the forge and into the market again.
(15:42:53 )
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.Ð e m e t e r.
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: Turning her back to the both of them, she leaned over and took her tunic, pulling it over her head. Luckily, it was atleast an inch above the brand so that the brand was not irritated by the fabric. Wordlessly, she smoothed her hair out of her face and made herself busy fixing her clothing making no comment at all.
(15:46:25 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I could not help but smile, you were so personable, it wasn't something I was used to, gorean men tended to be very full of themselves and arrogant to the point of irritation. You were, in a word, refreshing. As you spoke about other services you provided and offered to do more for me in the future and left I nodded and waved at your retreating form* thank you...I will be sure to look you up...*my gaze linger briefly on your retreating backside with a tilt of my head and a sucking of my teeth I turned away and focused on my slave*
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I look over and see you, wondering how everything worked out with your slave girl last night and if you were still in need of any branding services, but well I'd done enough of a commercial for Exeter Metal Works last night. "Tal Onix, I trust you are well."
(13:09:31 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: *watches you approach and kneel, those practiced and orchestrated movements had not gone unnoticed, you could almost pull it off. when you knelt before me, I smiled and dipped my head. You were at the very least trying to deal with the situation, I knew it could not be an easy task, coming to terms with the fact that you would never be granted the freedom you craved, needed...* Tal Demeter...tell me...are you branded?
(13:15:36 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I smiled, you were just what I needed...my eyes widened in surprise* how did you know I was right at this moment wanting you...*I rethought that and then added a bit more* for your skills...to do that thing...that you said...*ok so now I was just making a fool of myself* to the slave! *there...that fixed it..I hoped* how much does a branding cost?
(13:15:36 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I smiled, you were just what I needed...my eyes widened in surprise* how did you know I was right at this moment wanting you...*I rethought that and then added a bit more* for your skills...to do that thing...that you said...*ok so now I was just making a fool of myself* to the slave! *there...that fixed it..I hoped* how much does a branding cost?
(13:16:37 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I have never been enslaved before this, Mistress. But I ..Master Dasoul branded me ages ago. Right on my lower abdomen. The thought made her stomach roil. Just because she had been branded once didn’t mean you wouldn’t do it again. While that pain was forgotten sher remembered the time she’d accidentally held her hand too close to a candle once when she was reading. The fire hadn’t even touched her but her hand had gotten close enough where she still suffered a minor burn. It hurt to high heaven and back. Her eyes moved away to something in the distance, and briefly she clutched her stomach. Please don’t. I know I have been--Her words trailed off and she bit down on her bottom lip hard. Being branded had nothing to do with punishment. It was necessary. How many slaves had she ordered brands for?
(13:18:10 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I look over and hear you, almost has a shot to my ego that some Free Woman would want a humble blacksmith like me, heh. I then realize you are talking about for my skills instead of for my sexy body, hmm. Ah well. "Provided that you only want a standard brand like a kef or something along those lines that I already have in my possession, I would charge 5 copper for the brand, and another 5 copper for a small jar of healing salve to use on the brand itself so that the edges to not become frayed, but because I am trying to garner additional business for the Metal Works around branding, that price is certainly negotiable."
(13:26:45 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: oh no that price sounds very fair...I shall want the traditional floral kef on her thigh...*I couldn't remember which one it was that got the brand but I'm sure you knew, I had heard her words that she was indeed branded and her begging not to receive another but it fell on deaf ears. She would receive the brand because I deemed it so* do you also know how to put an iron torvaldslander collar on her...*I knew you were a Torv like me and knew about the hammering of the collar about a slave's neck* I'd like her to feel the weight of her slavery at all times
(13:28:46 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: She heard your words to the free man and knew there was no way around anything you were saying right now. Her chest felt hot and tight. There was an inner battle to keep her expression even.
(13:35:02 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I stand from where I was seated in the tables, "yes of course, I can provide both of those. We will just need to go to the blacksmith forge that I have rented here at the marketplace, I have several iron band torvaldslander style collars, of course as you know the only way to get one off is to have another blacksmith do it as once the rivet is punched the collar is permanently sealed about her throat." I begin to walk towards the shop, knowing that you and your girl would follow along, and it was not far, just a hundred feet or so from the tables. "Alright, come right in here" I say to you as I open the door to the forge and yell to the two thralls to start heating the fires. "Do you want to strap her down or do you want to hold her while I brand her?"
(13:30:26 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ :
gretuk2.tripod.com/BRANDS/%20LETASHA-BRANDS.html
the dina?
(13:35:02 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I stand from where I was seated in the tables, "yes of course, I can provide both of those. We will just need to go to the blacksmith forge that I have rented here at the marketplace, I have several iron band torvaldslander style collars, of course as you know the only way to get one off is to have another blacksmith do it as once the rivet is punched the collar is permanently sealed about her throat." I begin to walk towards the shop, knowing that you and your girl would follow along, and it was not far, just a hundred feet or so from the tables. "Alright, come right in here" I say to you as I open the door to the forge and yell to the two thralls to start heating the fires. "Do you want to strap her down or do you want to hold her while I brand her?"
(13:37:26 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: that link is so very helpful...ha thank you...yes the dina one is quite fetching...I think it would look amazing on her...I will go with that one
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[looking around the main square of the market]-
says to ALL: Demeter stood up slowly, her legs feeling like liquid beneath her. There was a lump in her throat and slightly sick to her stomach. For a moment, she closed her eyes—unable to believe her horrible luck at having to be branded once again and being fitted for a collar that she would not be able to remove by her own hands. The inside of Demeter’s mouth was dry as she followed her owner and the man into the shop.
(13:40:43 )
-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Thank you Master! I would love to. And... the Mistress might need an extra hand, so she doesn't get all sooty. -With my words, I unfolded and trailed behind you.-
(13:47:50 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I look back at you as we reach the shop, looking to see what type of collar you have on now, and approximately the size of your throat. I would want to be sure to get the right sized collar, northern style collars were much heavier than southern collars, plus they were made of just plain forged steel, with a hinge on one side, and a single hole on the other. When the two sides of the collar were brought together around the throat, a steel rivet was pounded into the hole, sealing it forever, or until another blacksmith could be found to remove them. The removal was an art, as you would need to be sure you did not hammer the slave's head while trying to break apart the rivet on the collar itself.
(13:49:23 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[sitting at the outdoor tables in the main square]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I rose to my feet as you did and snapped my fingers to order my slave to follow behind me, my booted feet tapped along the walkway as I moved towards your blacksmith set up, I smiled at your words, I knew how difficult it would be to remove the collar if it ever came to that and that was exactly why I had chosen it. I did not look over my shoulder to see that she was following, she already knew the penalty for trying to run away...she would be right behind me. I considered your question and thought I'd love to hold her down, but that would only awaken other issues.* you can strap her in...I'll just watch...I really appreciate this...where are your selection of collars...I want a black steel one
(13:52:48 )
-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: -I followed behind you at your left side and stood a space away so you could do what you do and not be hindered with a slave girl in your way. Nor did I want any accidents to occur that would injure me, so I kept my distance though i was in hearing distance.-
(13:55:26 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I walk into the shop and over to the work bench inside, rummaging through a box that has several steel band collars in it, I select one that is about the size of your slave's throat and is also black steel. Black steel was actually made by using extra carbon when forging the steel itself. It made the steel a bit harder and less malleable when forging. That said this was a pain black steel band, it was about three inches across and the entire collar had to weigh at least a couple of pounds. It would be a constant reminder of her slavery right there on her throat. I hold the collar out to you to take a look at. There was no other adornments, just extremely plain black steel. The hinge in one side and the locking mechanism in the other. "Alright, well let us get the new collar on her first, and then we can move on to the brand." I say as I move over to another pouch on my work bench, well more of a pack, and I open it. Inside are several small jars of healing salve, which I select one and give to you. I also have all of my brands there, I take out the dina one and set the tip into the fires of the furnace in the forge. I would want to get it nice and hot before I used it on her. "and you want the brand on the upper right or left thigh?"
(13:58:06 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: How many times had she seen you in the fair? More than she could count and not once had words or pleasantries been exchanged. Still, she couldn’t imagine this day. She noticed you looking at her—for purely aesthetic reasons: eyeing the plain, silver, turian-style collar that graced her throat. It was held in place by a small lock in the back, relatively simple for anyone to remove if they had the right tools. Demeter made no eye contact with you at all—carefully keeping her eyes on anything else but your face, or anyone elses. It would serve her well to look at this objectively, detaching any emotion from this. Even though she knew what it meant. Even though she knew how much pain would be involved. Unpleasant didn’t begin to describe it. Perhaps for some other slave who truly wanted her slavery with no ambitions of freedom would see this as a temporary pain and well worth it for the joys of slavery she would feel in her new place. But for Demeter…it had been a sentence. She wasn’t quite sure when she began to feel this way and it didn’t matter because it changed absolutely nothing.
(14:01:34 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: The inside of the forge was overly warm and uncomfortable. She remembered places like this well. Slowly, the memory of the pain from her first brand came rushing at her like a tidal wave. Panic began to rise within her as she looked around in the shop. Even the most simple of instruments looked like tools specifically designed for her torture.
(14:02:29 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I look over at you, the steel collar in my hand as I show it to your owner for approval and wait for her to take your other collar off so this one could be applied. I had little patience for slaves who were not willing to accept their place in life on Gor, and had heard you begging free men and women to sign a petition for your release though I had not been engaged in any of the conversations. I thought about how I'd given many slaves release in my life on Gor, and every time that had been with a dagger that I'd carried for a long time, that was now in the possession of another. I found that drawing that dagger across their throat, across both jugular veins just above their collar was often more of a release than they deserved, but still solved the problem that I was having at that moment. For the most part slaves were little more than animals to me, I felt no pity for them, nor their position.
(14:03:03 )
-- I belong to Talem --
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Cidka{TLM}
Streets of Ar | IC
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: -As Exavier spoke to your Mistress' about brands, I instantly thought back to my own brands and idly ran my fingertips along my left hip where they were placed. One man, three brands. I traced the lining of the brands burned into my flesh that had long healed a year ago, but the memories came flooding back as soon as I caught sight of the rods... the glow of the white heads of them... and the firepit. I did not envy you.-
(14:04:16 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I stood near by as you opened the box of collars and extracted one that was what I specified, I nodded in approval* that one is perfect...I will simply have to tie the bosk bell around it instead of attaching it to the leash clip like her current one has...*I took the vial of healing salve from your hand and slid it into my own shoulder satchel then I stepped back to let you work, my eyes riveted onto my slave for a moment and a smile creased my lips*
(14:06:17 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : "Alright, then we are set, for the collar at least, which leg for the brand again? And in the crease between leg and hip? That is an extremely painful place for a brand but does look nice once it is healed." I say to you as I then look over to the slave, "would you prefer to remove her collar or have me do it before I put this one on her?" I ask as I set the steel collar to the side, and select the rivet that I wanted to use. I also reach up into a peg board on the wall and select a hammer and a steel punch that would be used on the rivet itself.
(14:09:50 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: There would be no running. There was absolutely no point in even entertaining such a ridiculous and frivolous notion. It wasn’t her Mistress she disliked. It was…this. The thought that everything she had worked for—knowing that this was her fault because she had willingly gave it over months ago. She couldn’t hate herself more than she did right now. Demeter looked to the other slave within the forge and realized that she was no different than her…or any other slave. Still—for a woman who had once enjoyed the prestige of being one of the few females part of the scarlet caste… and even then, she had been exiled from Ar for nearly a decade. It no longer mattered that much. This was happening. This was it. As long as she didn’t scream…
(14:11:55 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to -- I belong to Talem -- : I take a long drink from the tankard that you gave me and then set it down, on the work bench near where I would be strapping down the slave. "Once the brand is applied I will need you to wipe a small amount of the healing salve over it. It should be applied as soon as possible, but be careful I would not want you to burn your fingers on her molten flesh before it cools." I say giving you a tub of the healing salve, much larger than the one that I gave to Onix, one that I'd purchased from the healer Essa of Minus. There was enough in the tub to take care of hundreds of brands.
(14:16:10 )
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Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: "to me slave girl, and then get up on the work bench here, on your back, and spread your arms and legs as wide as you can." I say to you, I could both apply the collar to your throat and do the brand from that position. I waited to see if your owner was going to remove your collar before you came over to where I was standing. I look over at the fires of the furnace, watching the branding iron heat up to a nice orange color, it would need to get a bit hotter before I was to use it on your flesh. But it should be just about perfect by the time I completed putting the new collar on you. This particular work bench was already set up to strap slaves down to, I had another more elaborate one in the studio of the Exeter Metal Works, but this one would work just fine. There are leather restraints at each of the four corners of the table. I also look you over making sure you are completely naked before we start this process.
(14:18:33 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: *I reached to my ring of keys and inserted the one for your collar into it's lock and turned it, removing it from your slender neck, and listening to the attached bell clang and ring, I held it in my fist and stepped back again, watching the events unfold* (sorry my daughter is being a demanding princess!)
(14:21:53 )
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: let's do the left outer thigh...I had considered putting it on her inner wrist but I am not sure that is plausible...is it?...no let's go with the thigh...outer left thigh works well...and again thank you for this...I'm sure if I'd tried it myself she'd be dead or severely deformed
(14:24:15 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : "oh it is my pleasure, nothing like the smell of burning flesh in the afternoon." I say to you with a grin as I wait for your slave girl to approach so I can strap her down.
(14:27:24 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Demeter finally looked at you then when you addressed her personally. Just as before, she removed her clothing, peeling the tunic from her body and then stepping out of it and draping it over something nearby. You would be able to see a small brand, a kef on her lower right abdomen. While it was healed, you could tell by the color of it that it was still fairly new. The collar that Dasoul had given her had been removed by her new owner, and for a brief moment, she could pretend that something bulky, ugly and heavy would not be replacing it. For a few minutes, she could pretend that she was free. With as much pride as she could muster, she walked over to the work bench and sat down. After a moment, she lay her body back, parting her thighs as wide as she could—heat and shame coloring her otherwise even features. The color was the only indication of the mortification she felt. Swallowing hard, she spread her arms as well. Suddenly, it seemed hotter in this place. It felt like the flames would come alive and devour her. God—that’s exactly what it was going to feel like for a few excruciating seconds. Demeter closed her eyes…and waited.
(14:33:22 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I watch you walk over to the work bench and get up on top of it. Your body now naked so that I would not have any clothing in the way while I did my work. I wait until you are settled upon your back and I begin to strap you down to the rough wooden top of the work bench. I first wrap the leather binding around your right wrist, and then your right ankle, before moving ot your left ankle, pulling your thighs painfully wide so that your body was completely taut on the work bench, it would not do to have you move and me hurt you with either the hammer or have the brand not be perfect because you moved. I then finally strapped in your other wrist, making sure that you were tied down tight. Your breasts thrust up into the air and your slave sex on display for any that might be passing by the open door of the forge. I move to your left thigh, fingertips trailing up and down the smooth flesh on the outer thigh, making sure it is clean and there were no other scars or marks that might degrade the edges of the brand when it was applied. The dina looked like a small flower, perhaps two inches in diameter. I select the spot that I will brand, just below your left hip on the slender muscled part of your thigh. I then take the collar off of the work bench, and move to the head of the bench itself, slipping the collar around your throat, turning it so that the locking mechanism is to your left side, with me standing above you like I was my dominant left hand would also be on your left side.
(14:41:40 )
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Ð e m e t e r
[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: She grimaced when you pulled her thighs apart even wider than what they already were. You were not gentle at all—not that she expected you to be. Her nudity made her more than uncomfortable. It was something she would never be able to get used to. The door was wide open so that anyone happening to walk by would only have to turn their heads a bit to see what was now on display. Demeter thought of asking you to close the door and the absurdity of it and the stress of the situation caused her to laugh out loud suddenly. She tried to suppress it—but she couldn’t control it. The most silly images danced through her mind for no apparent reasoning at all and while she knew that this was no laughing matter—it could not be helped. There was no way to turn her head or move at all. Her body was completely immobile and no matter how much the laughter shook her, she could not move. Suddenly, she was panicked. Laughing and panicked. Panicked at laughing. The flames rose higher in the forge…and they looked as if they were going to grab her. Suddenly…this wasn’t funny at all. It was horrifying and she couldn’t move.
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to Ð e m e t e r[O n i x]: I heard you laugh a bit, some slaves did get nervous when on the branding table and so I did not pay all that much attention to it one way or the other. I push the collar closed on your throat and slide the rivet into it. I then put a steel block against one side of the collar. Clamping that in place as I turn myself just a bit so that I could get a good swing of the hammer in without hitting you with it. I was an expert, having been working in a forge for many years using a hammer like this one. A quick swing and a CLANG right next to your ear and the first side of the rivet was expanded into the hole, I then move the steel block to the other side of the collar, swinging the hammer the other way and hitting the rivet hard, expanding that side as well. The sound would have been incredibly loud in your ear, certainly not enough to damage your hearing but enough to leave your ear ringing from the sound. I then put the steel block and the hammer away, the black steel torvaldsland style collar permanently locked upon your throat. There would be no way to remove it without the help of a blacksmith. I check that the rivet expanded correctly, fingertips running over the steel and checking to be sure that there were no steel burrs or anything that would cut you later. I still did not speak with you at all, as that was not needed for what I was doing. Now that the collar is done, and my trusty assistant had to leave I get the tub of healing salve out and set it near your left thigh. I then pull on heavy leather gloves, looking over at the branding iron in the fires of the furnace, it was just the right color of yellow now to tell me that it was ready to be used. I walk over to the fires and grasp the branding iron. I then walk back over to you, holding the brand perhaps twelve inches from your body you could already feel the intense heat coming off it. There was no where for you to move, no where for you to get away to, only the intense pain that was soon to come.
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: Even though there was no possible way she coukd move even if she wanted to, she still held her body rigid as you came down hard with the iron hammer, securing the heavy collar into place. The sound of it was loud enough to cause a slight ringing in her open, and an ache in her teeth. Her dark eyes flew rather realizing that she needed to see herself being brand...or rather, needed to see when it was going to happen. Suddenly, she began breathing rapidly, her breasts heaving upwards violently with each intake of breath. ...God. She breathed out softly, dark skin glistening with sweat caused by the heat of this place. Her eyes landed on the brand that you held above her thigh.. Godammnit.
(15:07:25 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: I hold the brand in two hands, one hand near the end of the branding iron itself, the other close to the head where it would touch your skin. Believe it or not branding was a very delicate art, and if it was not done perfectly the brand would look terrible, especially one as intricate as the dina. There were several loops of steel contained in that two inch wide brand. If it moved even a fraction of an inch when I pressed it to your skin it would do nothing more than smear a burnt mark on your leg. This was the reason that you were strapped so incredibly tightly to the table, and why I wrenched your arms and legs so far apart when I applied the leather straps. I hear you speak but again I do not pay that much attention to it one way or the other. I was concentrating on your thigh and on the branding iron. The forge was hot, nearly twenty degrees warmer than the air outside of the small room. I slowly begin to move the brand towards your skin, six inches away and you could feel the heat baking off the skin, three inches away and you would start to feel the pain of the heat. An inch away and your flesh was already starting to sear and then finally the steel of the brand presses against your skin. Suddenly the smoke begins to pour out from around the brand itself, it was burning flesh, which had a sickly sweet smell to it, almost like a melon that had gotten too ripe, and then had been cooked in an oven. My hands were steady, the brand would come out perfect. I begin to count, one....two....three...four....five....
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: The familiar sensation of having to vomit suddenly came over her. The heat was closer and closer to the point of contact. Her eyes closed just before the moment of contact and she pictured her skin burning and peeling away as if of little consequence. Even though the pain was not unfamiliar, it didn't mean it was less. Not that she imagined it would be. The pain tore through her so violently that it caused her body to convulse as a scream tore through her. (sorry ...just got molested by a co worker lol)
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: Your body did begin to convulse, but again with the way that you were strapped down you were not able to move at all, you were not even able to lift your bare ass up off the table and thrust your slave sex up in to the air. I could see your face turn flushed as the smoke continues to boil up off of the branding iron where it is on your flesh. I finish counting... six...seven...eight...nine...ten. I then pull the brand back, looking down to make sure that the mark was properly burned into your skin, moving down through several layers so that no matter what happened it would be there for the rest of your natural life. I walk away from you, dunking the branding iron into a bucket of clean and clear water, your flesh flaking off the head of it as it cools. I then remove my gloves and walk back over to you, taking a scoop of the salve out and spreading it across the dina brand.
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: *I had managed to watch it all with a sort of disconnected interest, the collar was hammered into place, the brand seared into her chocolate toned flesh, and now as he applied the salve the the sickening smell filled the already overheated room I lifted a gloved hand to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of leather instead. I coughed a bit into my glove and shuddered, nothing smelled so awful as burnt flesh...oh wait..maybe port kar...yes definitely...well it was a toss up really. I waited for the process to conclude so that I could pay the Blacksmith for his duties*
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: It was a small miracle that she didn't vomit all over the place. Demeter lay there, gasping for breath even as the salve was smoothed over the burn. Last time, there had been no slave and she was grateful for it. The pain was still intense, but at least bearable now. Her face was streaked with tears and her skin hot and flushed. Her once neatly smoothed back now had sweat dampened tendrils stuck to her face. Her throat was sore now and her body hurt all over. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole.
(15:29:16 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to .Ð e m e t e r.[O n i x]: I put away all my tools, as I did not use this forge all the time and I would want to return to the Exeter Metal Works with them when I was done. I also close the tub of salve, before walking around the work bench that you are strapped to, undoing each of the leather bindings one at a time. I did not make any movement to remove you from the workbench top once you were unstrapped. I merely figured that my job was done and I turned away from you to speak with your owner and get paid for my services.
(15:32:19 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I turn away from your slave girl, wiping my hands on my tunic as I walk towards you, "alright, so that is five copper for the salve, five copper for the brand, and I was thinking a silver for the collar if that is acceptable, if not I am always willing to negotiate, it seems that you own the collar either way since the girl will probably never get it off, the brand went well, you should apply the salve whenever the pain gets unbearable for her, it will not much deaden the pain but will at least keep the brand from getting infected." I say to you as I wait to see if you agree upon the price for the collar.
(15:35:59 )
• ] Ice Queen [ •
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I watched as you unstrapped my slave from the bench and then left her to her own devices, a smiled played at the corners of my mouth as you approached me, those normally iced over hues were slightly warmer, I lowered the gloved hand which was pinching my nostrils closed, you seemed unaffected by the smell, you probably had done it so much you were immune to the scent. I wasn't going to argue you the price, you had created the materials and also provided your services, I would pay what you asked. I removed a silver and 10 coppers from my pouch and a gloved hand offered them to your roughly calloused palm* I will be sure to call on you again if I have cause to brand her once more...or maybe I will acquire someone else that may need to be branded.
(15:38:53 )
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: Luckily, she was practical and didn't expect any help from the work bench. Carefully, she sat up...not even botheringto look at the brand of the dina on her thigh. It meant absolutely nothing to her at all. And while she could not ignore the pain, she would only recognize it as a necessary part of her existence. The black collar around her slender throat was heavy and uncomfortable. She reached up to touch it and then stopped halfway, deciding against it. It was asbif she didn't wish to acknowledge it. As long as she did what she was told....as long as she was obedient...none of this mamatteredShe wouldn't let it matter. Once, Dasoul had described to her the difference between a kajira and a slave--and now, she knew without a doubt which one she was now.
(15:39:58 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus
-[within a market shop]-
says to • ] Ice Queen [ • ] • [ : I was immune to the smell, though it had been some time since I'd branded a slave it was not unfair to say that I'd branded hundreds in my time on Gor. I actually had grown to find the sickly sweet smell oddly relaxing, and associated it with a job being done correctly. I look into your eyes as I walk over to you and I nod as you agree to the price. I reach out and take the silver and coppers from you and then put them into a small coin pouch I use that is attached to my weapons harness. "I am often in here in the market, or I have a shop in Minus called the Exeter Metal Works, I would be happy to brand or collar any slaves you need to have taken care of, I can also specially craft collars or other slave items like manacles or chains if you need them. Or if you are interested in some sort of a weapon like a dagger or something I can provide that." I say knowing often northern women were armed in some way. "It was very nice doing business with you." I say as I leave you to speak with your slave, and help her from the table or allow her to struggle off it, either way it was none of my concern. "I hope that you choose me for all of your slave collaring and branding services in the future." I say with a grin and a wink, walking out the door of the forge and into the market again.
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[O n i x]
-[within a market shop]-
says to ALL: Turning her back to the both of them, she leaned over and took her tunic, pulling it over her head. Luckily, it was atleast an inch above the brand so that the brand was not irritated by the fabric. Wordlessly, she smoothed her hair out of her face and made herself busy fixing her clothing making no comment at all.
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• Crimson Faction | Streets of Ar •
-[within a market shop]-
says to |. . Exavier Exeter . .|: *I could not help but smile, you were so personable, it wasn't something I was used to, gorean men tended to be very full of themselves and arrogant to the point of irritation. You were, in a word, refreshing. As you spoke about other services you provided and offered to do more for me in the future and left I nodded and waved at your retreating form* thank you...I will be sure to look you up...*my gaze linger briefly on your retreating backside with a tilt of my head and a sucking of my teeth I turned away and focused on my slave*