Companion & Slaves

originally posted June 7, 2005

It was simple, really.
On a beautiful day with a cloudless, blue, early evening sky, The Lady Jenny signed the contract that sealed her fate for the foreseeable future. As Lar Torvis struggled to watch, falling behind the horizon, she read aloud the terms of the contract to any and all that wished to listen. Choked up with emotion under the growing glow of the Prison Moon, awestruck by her own overwhelming bliss and incredible fortune, she brought life to the terms on the document with each tender, quaking syllable.
How could I be so generous?
I gave her a choice; an alternative, a chance to chart her own destiny. And my woman, brave, pragmatic soul she is, chose to sign away everything she owned. At the bottom of the document on the back of a tabled slave called Elise, a girl of Dukkarr, he of the famed Curulean, she penned her name. By the next morning, the contract was notarized and placed on file with the Magistrates of the City of Ar. Officially, by bond of her word and signature; she was without asset or resource, tangible or intangible. I owned everything. Faced with the enviable indulgence of slave collar or the regal robes of a companion, my woman chose the robes.
There were details to iron out, of course. The coming days would involve breaking every deal or promise and renegotiating every contract she signed previous to tonight, but the bulk of the work was out of the way. I had already taken inventory of her stable; an excellent selection of girl meat for the delectation of hungry consumers. A ridiculously hot high-girl with smoldering eyes and sleek, tanned flesh and an impossibly pretty blonde, eager whore of barbarian descent were amongst them. On the night she signed the contract, I gave her permission to acquire a thick, cuddly red-head. There was another, rounding out the menu; a swarthy, seemingly tempestuous debtor whom I will speak of at another time. I had done that which I said I would never do.
I took a companion.