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Barbaria Act 1 Chapter 8Personal Narrative of Leo, Warrior of Cipri given as slave to Karena, 16-year-old Daughter of Lady HelvetiaI have to admit that the savage flogging of Gaymede, and the subsequent fate ordained for him, put mortal fear into me. Naturally, I did not want a flogging like that but, even less, did I want to lose my manhood at the age of twenty two!So am I truly to be blamed if I so quickly abandoned my warrior status and came grovelling forward to kiss the golden boots of the ruler of Barbaria? I had to admit she was a magnificent looking woman but her display of insensate cruelty put me in terror of her. Anyway, the others who had been brought before her did as I did. Even pretty young Flavia and her companion Lyria. If Flavia, as proud daughter of our Chief ? now dead, alas ? capitulated so quickly, why shloud not I?I felt so sorry for those two lovely young creatures for, with the kind of face and figure each had, their was no doubt of that a terrible future lay ahead of them both. They would become mere playthings of the rulers of this inhuman state of Barbaria.How terrible it was to have to stand by helpless and watch as Flavia was chained down naked on the deck! How terrible to hear her screams as they pierced her nose and nipples with red-hot needles! Then the rings went through, the chain went on and she was forced into a cruel head-bent posture.I have to admit I gazed lustfully as she was made to crawl back to the Princess Alexena to make her submission. For, naturally, I had never seen the girl nude before. What superb hindquarters she had! So curvaceous, so softly, milky white. It occured to me, of course, what a hideous thing it must be for a well brought up, modestly reserved girl like her to be naked like that before all eyes. That in itself would have been bad enough, without everything else she was undergoing.But, as I say, there was nothing more I could do. Unless I wanted to be made a eunuch within the hour.Once back in Nexos, we small group of warriors were put in chains and led naked to the streets... jeered at by men, laughed at by women. It was a most humiliating experience. We seemed to have become little more than a****ls.A wretched night in a stone cell passed slowly. All of us were utterly depressed. Defeated. It was already difficult to recall how proud and strong we had once been. Morning came at last and, with it, a guard. He carried a sheaf of papers. ?Leo!? he called out and my heart stood still.I got up off the floor and stood to attention. ?Sir,? I said. Already I had learnt the wisdom of showing respect the guards.?You have been assigned as slave to Miss Karena,? he said. ?She is the daughter of Lady Helvetia.??Sir,? I said again, nodding my head. There was no point in protesting or asking questions. A captive in such a state had quickly to learn to accept what is happening to him without demure. Unless he wants to be whipped. The guard unchained me from the wall and I followed him out into a courtyard. He had a uniform of thick brown leather, with brass facing. A bay-coloured horse stood waiting and he swung up into the saddle. Then, bending down, he tied a thong of leather about my wrist. This was attached to his saddle. Off a brisk trot he went and I had to run to keep up. In this fashion I was taken through the streets of Nexos... rather to the amusement of numerous citizens who saw me... and we headed for the outskirts. It was not long before I was panting and leg-weary but I had no option nut to keep up the pace. I got the impression the guard would have simply dragged me along with him if I had stumbled!Just when I thought I was about done for, we swung through an archway into the courtyard of a magnificent dwelling. It can best be described as a small palace, by the standards of Cipri anyway.I was at once taken to a large stone building set apart from the main one. This was, I soon learnt, the slave quarters... where we were kept unless on duty in the house. My heart somersaulted again as I stood before a door marked `Chief Overseer´.The guard knocked.?Come in.? A woman's voice.I entered alongside the guard and saw a black leather clad figure behind the desk. She had flame-red hair and high-cheekboned feaures; her sea-green eyes had a stony look about them.?On your knees!? rapped the guard, giving my should a thump. I sank down quickly, wondering if I should ever get used to being led naked before strange women. ?Slave Leo, a recent captive from Cipri, Ma'am.??Ah yes... thank you, guard. Give me the papers.?I was signed for.?You may go.?I heard the door close and my apprehension mounted. If one has never been a slave before, one doesn't know what to expect.?Get up.?I stood up and saw that the woman had got up from her desk and come round Escort bayan (https://buyukcekmece.t2bro.net/) to the front of it. She wore a tunic and short skirt, with thigh length boots. It was surprising how tall she was. Six feet I reckoned but then, her heels were four or five inches. I guessed she was about thirty five, but it was difficult to tell. ?My name is Miss Rema,? she said in a rather husky voice, ?but you will always call me `Madame´.??Yes, Madame,? I said at once, bowing my head briefly. It seemed wise to be as respectful as possible. There was a whip coiled up on the desk. ?I am Lady Helvetia's Chief Overseer,? she went on crisply. ?Give any trouble here and I'll have you flogged within an inch of your life.? There was no doubt that she meant it!?I have a dozen or more women assistants who would be happy to do the job. Or I might even do it myself.