A slave who thought she had seen it all across her travels from Free to Tuchuk kajira, Sefa never thought she could see more than a boot after boot – or more likely, penis after penis. She grew weary, until her Master Curious Alvarado took her in, promising no more would she be abandoned to the Plains if she looked at a flower and that she would be taken care of. Their journeys took them long and far, with her Master finally declaring to her:
“We must go to Ar; I have unfinished business that you will learn in time.”
Rather crankily, the snarky slave begged to stay in the Plains, a land she loved greatly for it’s beauty and wildness. She had not seen a city since her life as a Green in various Southern cities. Regardless, as so often goes, she was ignored and put to heel. It was not long into their time staying in Ar that the slave’s Master’s business overtook His time, and she began to wonder for His safety as she ws left alone often in their tavern room for days. His brief returns never mentioned and business or stories for her, and she found herself weeping, thinking of herself as undesirable to a Master she served with so much desire and need.
One day, a Master appeared in His own travels, Master Xavier Jevon, a Man whose own home long ago passed into the cities of dust, and He, too, sought to know the slave. With her heart torn, He claimed her with much bravado and talk, but she escaped and clawed herself out of His new collar in fear of the desire He spoke of and the need to be with her own Master, Curious. As the Man slept, she found herself weeping still for the Man she knew in her slave belly she still served. Though Master Xavier’s promises and words reassured her of the bond they would have, she did not find it honorable for either Him nor her to retreat from her Master improperly. Her heart heavy for both men, she felt conflicted on the yearning for the new Man and His overwhelming presence, and a fear of the same. So, as all women do in the face of things beyond them, she ran for her Master, the one she knew would save her – or at least fare better than she, a lowly slave.
She shakingly reported the events of the days gone by, her Master having not even noticed her absence due to His trips around Ar, after which her Master warned her of the punishment she might receive if she did not behave. Frustrated and saddened, she stitched her own leather collar her Master had been so kind to give her together, and spent many more days alone in His room in the Inn near the district of the market and bakeries. She dedicated herself to watching the people of the city, repairing all of His travel items, and cleaning all she could find. Yet, He still did not come.
After two weeks of silence, the little kajira was very overwhelmed at her needs and desire to please Men. Sitting in the room and twirling locks of her onyx hair as she gazed at the gash on her eye from her escape, she heard loud voices downstairs again. Placing her ear to the floor quickly, she listened in hopes her Master had returned. Instead, she was both shocked and surprised as she heard the heavy accent she knew all too well. A Man known for His travels and trading between the North and South, Jarl Sean Martinek’s, voice boomed across the Inn’s serving floor. She knew well His reputation and lusts, and found herself envying greatly the sluts who would serve the Man she had once called, ‘my Jarl’. With a fleeting though, one she knew would get her in great trouble, she began to work outside on the balcony, knowing the view Men would have of her from the streets below.
Her former Jarl ended up in the room next to her Master’s, and she sat at night listening to His merriment and thought fondly on her days as His. A flush of guilt did creep on her face when she thought of Him, and she knew well the effect she had on Men. With no Men of Ar making inquiries she knew of, she decided to seduce her old Jarl, if He would have her. Crawling to Him late one night, piteous in her need, she begged His use of her.
He obliged.Then, He would continue to do so every night and day He saw her alone; this turned into common place over the next week and odd days. However, everything changed one night, when He whispered into her ear, “I am going to claim You, my little Sefa.” She inhaled sharply, knowing she could never oppose such a Man. In her silence, He used her again and again as hard as He could until she squealed in both pleasure and pain His name as , “My Jarl!”
Knowing her mistake, she shut her lips firmly, and worked overwhelmingly to not repeat it. However His harsh taking of her body and His talks of what He would do to her as His slut over-won her. Soon after, again, she called Him, “My Jarl”, and this time in public. With a grin, He began locking her to the chains in His boat, and He sailed from Ar to Genesian Port. From that night on, He used her well, locking her into the slave ring by His furs. On her first two nights in Genesian Port, the wily Tuchuk slave snuck away, but a dirty oily slave slinking about raised many questions, which the Man had only to follow to find her. Grabbing her forcefully again, He raped her until she screamed out in submission again, at which He cut the collar of her Master, Curious, and replaced it with His one, chaining her up once again, and keeping her from traveling. In the tighter chains, the slave could not escape, but now, she did not even know if she wanted to. It was three days into her submission that she awaited His awakenings or returns to the home with her head in the furs, and her behind raised in the air, her body already ready for the Man who had firmly dominated her. It is there she now lies chained, lost in thought in if her Master would ever come to claim her, or if her new lot was to rejoin her old Jarl permanently.
La Kajira Sefa 