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Behind Those Eyes	By : CanPsycho337 Category: G through L Series > Gor Views: 9735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Learning

Sariah rejoiced for the first time in weeks at the feel of cloth against her skin. Since that day in the tarnsmen’s camp she had been completely exposed to leering eyes and rough touch of any man with whom she came into contact.

Though she had shrunk from the gaze of her master’s companion, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude as she and her mother had been ordered clothed and properly bound before being led by chain into the streets.

The walk had been long, but not so long as to cause either of the women much discomfort and when they had arrived at the stately tower which would be their home, Sariah cast a glance at her mother.

“He must be strong,” Said Myranda to her daughter, reserving from any further judgement. She had watched as her daughter had played chance with her life, literally begging to be sold into the same institution that she had once fought to escape. She more than anyone knew what a game of chance the slave auction was. Sometimes a girl could end up in a place of happiness and safety, serving a man of strength and compassion.

Other times, too many times, a girl ended up the property of men whose appetites were only for pain and degradation. A good judge of character in most circumstances, the older woman could not easily tell which of these their new master was. On one hand, he had accepted her daughter and even went so far as to purchase her as well.

On the other hand, her daughter had be forcefully whipped over and over, to the point where Myranda knew it was likely she would be permanently scarred. Then the two had been entrusted to a man who they could only hope served their intended master, for the vacant look behind his gaze likely held a great evil.

“You are now slaves of Daden Arun,” The man rasped as they climbed the stairs of the tower, as if somehow overhearing the older woman’s thoughts. “A master in the Caste of Assassins.”

Both remained silent but Sariah could feel her mother stiffen slightly. In her own mind another question burned inside her, a fear that was neither hidden nor nameless.

“I am Nox of the eternal night, also Nox who eats tarn meat and Nox of many voices.” The man continued. “I, also, am a master in the caste of Assassins. You are not my slaves.”

Relief flooded through the girl but she said nothing. They walked along a dark corridor before finally stopping in front of a large wooden door. “The woman will continue on to her master’s chamber.” Nox said simply. “For she is trained well.”

There was a sudden sense of uncertainty inside of Sariah. For the first time she understood that she was a slave, not simply a captive or a prisoner. She had been forcefully taken, but her offer of service to her master had been freely given and whatever her master required of her she would be expected to give, as would her mother.

Perhaps even more disturbing was the welling up of sudden jealousy within her that her mother would see their master before she did.
“The girl will stay here. She is not well trained and will not please the master until she is.” Taking an iron key from within his tunic, the one called Nox opened the door and brought the girl inside. The room was sparse, it contained a small bedroll and several curtains and mirrors. As well there were rings for hanging chains on the wall and the girl soon found herself bound to them, spread eagle and unable to move.

She risked a glance at her mother, but she could not see anything but a wall of darkness outside the open door. Within moments Nox had left, closing the door behind him and she was alone.

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Hour passed into days and she remained bound to the wall, unable to move. She tried to keep her mind from the pain of immobility, the pangs of hunger in her stomach, and the increased need to relieve herself, by repeating simple rhythms to herself. First she had done so silently, but as the sun set on the second day she was forced to do so out loud in order to keep her concentration.

It wasn’t until the early hours of the third day when the door opened to reveal a cloaked figure. He carried a small torch which she from the way he walked she gathered was more for her sight than for his.

He walked with a grace that came from knowing instinctively where everything was in a room. She was frightened but unsurprised when it was Nox who removed his hood and gazed at her.

“You are uncomfortable.” He said in his raspy voice.

For a long moment Sariah feared to answer, wondering whether any answer would save her from more discomfort. Taking a shallow, uncertain breath she answered.

“Yes, master.”

“Yet you do not squirm, or cry. Why is this?” He asked after a moment. His eyes bore into her but did not rove over her body. He was interested in her, but not for sex it seemed. For a brief moment she wondered whether was good, or very very bad.

“I..” She began, her voice barely a whisper. “I suppose there is no use in it.” She answered honestly somehow sensing that Nox would know if she were lying.

“Good,” He replied a moment later. “Realizing how useless fear and despair are is the beginning of strength. You may now release your excrement.”

The momentary relief of his praise was suddenly shattered as Sariah widened her eyes. She wasn’t quite sure she’d heard him correctly so she spoke. “M-master?”

“By this point, your main source of discomfort is the inability to excrete that which you have eaten.” He responded patiently. “You feel that you are unable to do this without being released from your bonds.” He paused for a moment before peering intently at her. “I am telling you that you will not be released for three more days and to hold such in until that time will likely cause you to fall ill and die.”

“B-but I will...soil myself.” Sariah replied, sounding utterly pathetic.

Nodding slowly, she felt more than saw a slow smile creep across his lips.

“Yes, you will.”

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Despite the fearful lead up to it, Sariah had found the experience of soiling herself rather anti-climatic. It was an unpleasant feeling, but compared to the sting of the whip or the deep intruding pain of Dodric’s taking of her, it was a rather benign experience.

After she had given Nox his sick pleasure, forcing out her excrement and then peeing all over her legs, she been fed a piece of bread and given several sips of cold water. Then he had left and despite the feel and smell of her excrement against her skin, she felt renewed and revitalized.

Over the next three days, Nox visited her twice more. Each time he had found that she had relieved herself before he could arrive and all there was to do was feed her. She couldn’t tell from his reaction whether he was angry at being denied another chance to watch her degrade herself, but something inside her doubted it.

When he arrived the third time, he set about releasing her arms and legs from the wall. She wobbled on uncertain legs and proceeded to collapse to the ground in front of him. Her simply tunic and skirt were soiled and she sat in her own filth unable to move, but at least she was free.

“T-thank you, m-master.” She whispered, finding it difficult to speak.

Nox watched her for several long minutes before setting down a pail filled with soapy water. “Remove those garments and clean yourself.” He instructed quietly as he turned away and made for the door. “Then clean the floor of your filth. I will return later and you will begin your next lesson.”

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When Nox returned an hour later, Sariah had regained enough movement to do as she had been instructed. First she had scrubbed herself to the point of causing a small rash on her legs and backside. She had then cleaned the area in which she had been bound, afraid that any spec of dirt of filth that remained would result in being bound there again.
Nude once more, her clothes and the dirty water had been placed to the left of the doorway to ensure that neither her, nor Nox would accidentally step in it or trip over it. She kneeled next to her sleeping roll and placed her behind hands her back, as her mother on their way to the slave market had showed her. She kept her eyes downcast, more out of a wish not to look at him than in difference.

Standing before her, Nox spoke. “What have you learned?” He asked of her simply.

Confused, Sariah remained silent for a long time forcing Nox to repeat his question, a task he made clear she would never wish to make him do again. She was afraid, but in her heart she felt she understood what he meant.

“I have learned that fear and despair are useless, master.” She replied, closing her eyes in anticipation of some kind of blow or attack. When none came she allowed herself a small breath.

“Good.” He replied. “You have learned that men can take your body, hurt you and force you to degrade yourself for their amusement, but they can never force fear or despair upon you. Pain fades, even if it brings you to death, it fades. No man can hurt you indefinitely.”

He lay before her a small dress made of blue silk. It had no sleeves and was plain, but not unattractive. She waited for his permission before she donned it and returned to her kneeling position.

The man named Nox regarded her silently. There was a strange presence about him, as if he knew what you were thinking even before you thought it. Sariah couldn’t be sure, but on occasion she felt as if he could almost react to her silent thoughts, becoming more cruel or kind depending on her thoughts concerning him.

As the silence wore on, she wondered if perhaps she was missing something. Maybe a command had been given that she had not heard and he was waiting for her to complete it. No, she decided, for if that were the case he surely would have punished her for defiance by this time.

“Your master asked me when you would be ready to serve him,” He said finally, his voice emotionless. “I believe you have learned all I can teach you.” She couldn’t tell, but there almost seemed to be a hint of approval in his oddly colored eyes.

He turned to go and approached the door. Sariah yearned to ask whether or not she would be allowed to leave her room, but kept silent for fear of being punished. As the bald man reached the doorway, he stopped.

“Tomorrow you will receive proper training in the duties of kajira. Your instructor will call upon you before dawn.” And with that he was gone. The door was shut and locked behind him and once more Sariah was alone.
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Sariah awoke early the next morning, before the sun had barely begun to touch the sky. In the darkness she tidied her room, fearing that her instructor would become angry if she did not.

She had busied herself for less than an hour when she heard the door being unlocked. Not sure of what she should do, she returned to her sleeping mat and kneeled down before it, taking up the same position she had with Nox.

When the door opened, Sariah was surprised to find that it was her mother who stepped through. Behind her was a man who, with a sudden pang of fear, Sariah recognized to be the one called Stolas. He stood outside of the room looking in, with his short but well muscled arms crossed over his chest.

He waited until Myranda was all the way through before he shut the door and locked it behind her. Standing tall, Myranda cast a downward look at her daughter. The only clothing, besides her slave bracelets and collar, she wore was a satin undergarment. The rest of her body, including her ample bosom, was exposed. If her nakedness bothered her, Myranda gave no sign as she spoke.

“You’ve cleaned.” She said, her voice firmer than Sariah had ever heard it.

“Yes, mother.” Sariah said softly, unsure of what to expect.

“Listen to me, girl.” Myranda replied forcefully. “I am not your mother, not anymore. I am the first girl of this household and it is my job to train you how to serve.”

Tears welled up in Sariah’s eyes and her fear threatened her composure. Never before had her mother spoken to coldly to her and that more than anything that had happened before filled her with terror.

After a moment a softer look crossed Myranda’s face and she knelt down to look her daughter in the eyes. “I am sorry.” She said quietly, reaching up to caress her daughter’s cheek. “I never wanted this life for you. But we are here now, far from our home in the forest and far from our sisters. There is much reason to grieve, but there is also much hope. I have spoken with our master, and he is a good man. He has plans for us, and if we serve him faithfully, he will allow us our freedom.”

Hearing her mother’s soft tone, more than the words they imparted, gave Sariah hope. She remained quiet a moment longer before responding.

“I understand.”

Rising to her feet, Myranda gave the girl a curt nod and replied. “Good. Now rise, we have much to do.”
What followed became the standard routine for Sariah’s day. As the sun rose, the two would make rounds of the large estate, blowing out candles and torches and cleaning as they went.

When the time came to prepare breakfast, Sariah would help her mother cook the food and then she would return to her room while Myranda served in the master’s main chamber. It was explained clearly that first day that Sariah would not serve her master or even look upon him until she was completely trained.

Once Myranda was finished, she would return to Sariah’s room and they would spend the next few hours practicing the positions, how to properly address the free. As Sariah progressed, she was taught to dance and also spent time honing her skills with the lute and harp, which she had learned when she was a child.

Sariah never once mentioned her experiences with the one call Nox, and her mother never asked. It was as if both were afraid what the imparting of that knowledge would bring.

Days turned into nights, and then into days again until one day, many weeks later Myranda entered into the room, her eyes falling upon her young daughter now properly trained. “Our Master has decided that he will speak with you in the courtyard today.” She said simply. Nodding, Sariah stood and made to follow her mother and the two women left the room.
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