Disclaimers: Please see Part 1 for disclaimers.
Three
Azrael felt the slave slip out of bed well before dawn. Accustomed to these
early morning disappearances, she drifted back to sleep, ignoring the soft whispers
and rustling cloth. Had there been an emergency, the general would be instantly
alert, weapon in hand.
Somewhat later, Midia eased under the blankets. Her skin, chilled by early morning
air, felt good against Azrael's bed warmth. She pulled the slave close, callused
hand gently buffing cool flesh. Midia shivered and snuggled nearer. Sleepy caresses
became stimulating, quiet breaths easing into gasps and moans. Azrael took her
slave with single-minded intensity, reveling in the familiar sounds and tastes
and smells until they both came, clutching each other.
Drowsing once more, muscles languid from the pleasant exertion, Azrael's ears
picked up the sounds of a waking camp. In the distance, men called to one another
as they rousted themselves for the day. A cook was swearing a blue streak over
the celebration's aftermath. A yelp from his slave indicated a cuffing as the
cook urged him to greater haste in cleaning the kitchen.
The pressure in Azrael's bladder intensified, not allowing her to fall back
asleep. Disgruntled at nature's call, she sighed and stretched, enjoying the
feel of Midia against her. Many didn't allow their slaves to remain in their
bed after sex. Azrael, however, enjoyed the sensations of another heartbeat
near hers in the night. A jaw-cracking yawn forced the general to throw off
her covers and sit up.
On the pallet, Ursula scrambled to her feet, hastily grabbing at a thick robe
to offer her mistress. Fear making her clumsy, she nearly dropped the garment.
Azrael felt a stirring in her belly at the woman's beauty; it was more evident
in daylight regardless of the ugly bruise marring her face. Rising, she allowed
Ursula to dress her in the robe, pulling the belt tight herself. Turning, she
took the brunette's chin and tipped it until amber eyes looked into hers. "I'm
strict but not unreasonable, Ursula. There's no need to fear me unless you disobey
my commands."
The eyes darted about in a vain attempt to avoid the piercing gaze. "Aye,
Milady."
Soft breath against her face, Azrael closed her eyes and inhaled. Her bladder
twinged and she released the slave, stepping away. "Midia, get dressed
and help Ursula bring breakfast," Azrael said, heading for the curtained
corner that held the chamber pot.
"Yes, Milady."
Bladder relieved, Azrael took a few moments to wash before settling in her chair to sort through the previous day's parchment. Later in the day, she would bring them all together into a final report for the King. The missive last night was sent by carrier pigeon; this detailed version would go a more traditional route with messengers on horseback.
"Milady!"
Instantly on guard at Midia's tone, Azrael reached for a nearby dagger as the
slave burst into the tent.
"Milady! The soldier won't leave Ursula be! He thinks she's one of the
prisoners!"
"Where?" the general asked, leading the way outside.
"This way, Milady!" Midia hurried away, closely pursued by her mistress.
The guards, seeing their general wasn't wearing armor or proper weapons, followed.
Midia led the way to the cook tent, passing the main entrance to swing around
back. Those soldiers up and around watched them go, glad they weren't the cause
for the black expression on their general's face.
"There, Milady," she said, blue eyes wide as she pointed.
Ursula was being held in the clutches of a man who was attempting to get a kiss.
Despite her squirming, she was unable to escape his strong arms and resorted
to thrashing her head back and forth to avoid his lips.
"Aw, come on, wench!" the soldier growled good naturedly, squeezing
her tighter and running a hand up her body. "It's just a kiss! It's not
like you didn't receive even more last night from the looks of ye!"
"Release her."
Startled, the soldier glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight
of his commanding officer flanked by two of her guard. His jaw dropped and his
hands flew from Ursula as if burned. "L…Lord Azrael," he stuttered,
saluting.
The general waved Midia forward, waiting for her to collect the terrified slave
before doing anything more. Once the women were safely behind her, she stepped
forward, twirling the dagger in her hand idly.
Watching the blade's lethal spin, flashing in sunlight, the soldier swallowed
heavily and came to attention. The woman before him might only be dressed in
a robe, but he had no doubt his life could be forfeit, personal guard or no.
"Tenango's cohort, yes?"
"Aye, Lord."
Azrael nodded. "I've yet to make an announcement to my army regarding my
new body slave, Ursula." The dagger stilled, pointing behind her at the
brunette cowering in Midia's arms before returning to its maneuverings. "Until
I do, know that she is off limits to everyone but me. Is that understood?"
"Aye, Lord!"
"Good. I'd appreciate it if you'd pass the word in the meantime…?"
His odds of survivability increasing, the soldier nodded emphatically. "Aye,
Lord! I'd be honored!"
Studying him for a long moment, Azrael gave an answering nod. "Inform your
comrades if anyone touches her, they'll suffer the same fate as those three
yesterday."
He blanched. All had heard of the ones from Atol's cohort who had disobeyed
orders. Forcing away the urge to cover his manhood, his voice was less than
exuberant as he answered, "Aye, Lord."
"See to it." Azrael waved him off, turning away. A slight grin touched
her lips as she heard him stumble away fast as his feet would carry him. She
focused on her slaves with a sigh, black humor fading. "Ursula, Midia,
return to your task. A guard will remain with you until you return to my tent."
Azrael glanced over her shoulder and one of the soldiers nodded, stepping toward
the two women.
"Aye, Milady," Midia said, urging the brunette in her arms to move
along.
Azrael was halfway through a breakfast of biscuits, boiled grains and left over
roast when she heard a request for admittance. She waved Midia and Ursula away
from the table, waiting for the slaves to settle on the other side of the tent
with their plates before calling entry.
Wary and frazzled, Captain Tenango stepped in, stopping in front of her general.
"Lord Azrael, I came as soon as I heard. There was trouble with one of
my men…?"
"The incident was minor," Azrael said, waving it off nonchalantly.
"Mistaken identity. He had no knowledge of Ursula's place in my household
and thought to take liberties."
Tenango bowed, her face a study in consternation. "Please accept my apologies
on his behalf."
Sitting back, dark eyes watched the officer. "No apologies necessary. As
I said, it was a simple error. The soldier deserves no punishment for his actions."
She paused. "I'm impressed to see your haste in attempting to correct this
state of affairs, however. It indicates a keen sense of responsibility for your
troops."
"Thank you, Lord." The redheaded warrior seemed to relax at the lack
of offense committed by her man.
"I plan to rectify the situation regarding Ursula at my earliest convenience,"
Azrael continued. "Have the troops form up in one hour. I will address
them before they go about their duties. Notify the other captains to wait until
after formation before going out on their assignments."
Tenango bowed again. "Aye, Lord, consider it done."
"Dismissed."
"Aye, Lord Azrael." She left the tent, spirits higher than when she'd
entered.
The general finished her breakfast, setting the plate aside before standing
to stretch again. As her slaves continued eating, Azrael located the clothing
she'd worn the day before. By the time she was dressed, Midia and Ursula were
done and awaiting orders.
Azrael returned to her chair, scooting it a few feet away from the table. "Midia,
take care of the platter. We'll be leaving day after tomorrow so you'd best
begin doing what's needed to facilitate our departure."
"Yes, Milady."
"Ursula, you'll be staying with me this morning," the general informed
her new slave. "Bring me my bracers and help me with them."
The brunette nodded and rose, murmuring, "Aye, Milady."
When the bracers were retrieved, Azrael instructed Ursula to kneel between her
widespread legs. She offered a muscular forearm, pushing through the leather
armor sleeve. "The laces must be tight enough to keep the armor from moving,"
the general said, holding the bracer and twisting her arm until it set in place.
"But not tight enough to block circulation." Turning her arm, wrist
up, Azrael held out her hand. "Tie them."
Ursula's fingers were shaking as she reached for the laces.
Azrael grabbed the slave's hands, making her gasp, amber eyes darting up. "This
is not a test, Ursula. This is training. You'll learn how to do this before
I begin demanding perfection; I expect mistakes."
The brunette swallowed against a lump. "Yes, Milady," she whispered.
Releasing her, Azrael again turned her arm over.
With careful instruction, Ursula learned how to secure the bracer properly and
where to tuck the leftover laces so they wouldn't fly loose and tangle. When
the first was done, Azrael remained silent as the second was tied.
"Very good," the general acknowledged, holding up her arm and making
a fist. The leather creaked lightly from the strain but remained firm. She looked
down to catch an expression of uncertain pleasure and smiled faintly. "How's
your head?" Azrael asked, reaching out to tilt the slave's face to one
side. She brushed aside mahogany hair and leaned closer for a better look.
"It…it hurts, Milady," Ursula admitted, nervous at the woman's
proximity.
"Understandable." Azrael was pleased the swelling was going down,
though the bruises were solidifying into mottled colors marring the woman's
beauty. She ran a dark finger along the straight nose. "You were lucky
he didn't break this," she murmured, continuing her examination.
Ursula blushed. "Yes, Milady."
"I'll bring you to the surgeon's after formation. He'll have something
to ease the pain."
Blinking, the brunette nodded. Slaves rarely received medical treatment; it
was cheaper to replace them than to heal. That Azrael would do so was a surprise.
Leaving off her inspection, the general leaned back in her chair, studying the
woman before her. "We've not had much time to discuss your place in my
household," she said. "Suffice it to say that you are now my body
slave, as Midia is. You will see to my needs, whatever they may be. Do you understand?"
Recalling the needs that Midia had taken care of in the general's bed, Ursula
colored deeply and ducked her head. "Yes, Milady. I understand."
"I expect obedience but as I said, I'm not unreasonable. If you have questions
regarding a command, ask them. I would rather you know what I wish than make
stupid mistakes." Azrael leaned forward again, peering into the slave's
face. "One thing I do not tolerate is dishonesty, Ursula," she said.
"Lie to me and there will be dire consequences."
The slave shivered at the dangerous growl. "Aye, Milady," she whispered.
"I'll not lie to you. Ever."
"Good. And I'll not lie to you. Ever," Azrael repeated.
A horn blew outside, three long and one short note, calling the army to formation
and interrupting Ursula's startled expression at her mistress' last words.
With a sigh, Azrael stood and squared her shoulders. Her hair was still unbraided,
a black wave falling midway down her back, and she brushed it behind her shoulders.
"Get my whip," she ordered, locating her sword belt and strapping
it on.
Fearful again, Ursula located the weapon on a chair by the table. She had heard
the crack of leather and flesh last night while cleaning the general's armor.
Shivering, she handed the whip to Azrael, not wanting to see what damage the
thing could do.
Azrael unfurled the leather, sticking the handle in her belt and scooping up
the fringed end. "Know that I do this not to humiliate or pain you,"
she said as she tied the tail around Ursula's neck in a loose collar, lacking
a more traditional collar and leash. "My men need to know that you are
unattainable without my permission and this is the best way."
Ursula ducked her head with a nod, chewing her lip at the sudden flutter of
her heart.
"Lord Azrael," Suma called from outside. "The men are ready."
"Stay behind me but close," the general ordered. "Don't let the
whip grow taut." She walked out of her tent, her slave in close pursuit.
The clearing held a formation of four cohorts standing at rigid attention and
one of light cavalry shifting with their mounts. Only those on guard posts in
the village or on the perimeter were missing. Other than Suma at her side, all
Azrael's captains stood with their troops, flanked by one lieutenant and two
sergeants each.
Nearly two hundred fifty pairs of eyes watched as their general led her slave
forward. Ursula shuffled behind, head down, shoulders tight against their collective
gaze. She hurried to keep up with her mistress' steps, taking two for Azrael's
one. So involved in not letting the whip pull tight between them, she almost
didn't stop in time, halting a mere step behind the general.
"Swordsmen!" Azrael called, her dusky voice easily carrying across
the assembled. "Yesterday's victory was well met but we've yet work to
do. Your toils will be noted and a bonus applied to your pay. Once I've received
full reports from your commanding officers, additional awards for valor will
be given"
There was a rumble of pleasure.
This year, half Azrael's army had been assigned garrison for six months. By
now, General Morvril of the Second Army had made his rounds, dropping off those
who would guard the outlying borders of the kingdom for the next rotation. "Our
departure will be the day after tomorrow, so prepare yourselves. We travel to
Provey to offload goods and slaves before following the garrison circuit to
pick up your brothers and sisters in arms. Then we are bound for home and leave."
Unable to help themselves, the soldiers cheered aloud. It had been two seasons
since they'd been to visit family and friends.
Azrael smiled at the roar of approval. She let it go for several seconds before
raising her hands for silence. When the noise dwindled, she continued. "One
point of business before I release you," she said. Turning to Ursula, she
tugged gently on the makeshift leash, urging her to step forward. "This
is my new body slave. You've seen the other I own. The same rules apply to Ursula.
Do not touch her. Do not impede her duties. If you see her doing anything suspicious,
speak with your superiors or myself immediately. Do you understand?"
The news from this morning had passed quickly through the ranks and all the
soldiers called out, "Aye, Lord Azrael!"
"Good. Captains, dismiss your cohorts by squad. Have them file past so
that all can get a good look at my slave."
A chorus of agreement came from the captains as they followed orders.
First to parade past were the light cavalry - Azrael's personal guard. Following
them were the foot soldiers and archers that comprised the rest of her army.
Through it all, the general stood stoic, powerful arms across her chest, stern
features reminding all of them of the repercussions of disobedience. Ursula
tried and failed to stop fidgeting under the collective stares from so many
people, obviously wishing she were somewhere far, far away.
When the last had made the circuit, Ursula sighed, shoulders slumping. She thought
she heard a chuckle from her mistress but when she looked, Azrael appeared as
aloof as ever.
"You've done well," the dark woman said, stepping forward to work
at the knotted whip at Ursula's throat.
"Thank you, Milady."
Pulling the leather free, Azrael coiled it up. "This morning you fought
the man who tried to take you."
Amber eyes widened and Ursula wondered if she would be punished. "Yes,
Milady. Midia said… she caused me to believe that you do not allow your
slaves to be taken without permission." Frowning, Ursula dropped her head.
"I am sorry if I did wrong, Milady."
"You did well, Ursula. Midia is correct," the general stated, reaching
out to lift the slave's chin. "I mention it to inform you it is acceptable
should you be attacked by someone. You are mine and no one else's. If I deem
you are to be used by another, I will tell you beforehand."
Ursula nodded. "Yes, Milady. I understand."
"Go find Midia and tell her to bring you to the surgeon's. You should be
safe within camp now."
"Aye, Milady." Ursula hesitated as she turned, chewing her lip. "Milady?"
Azrael raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you, Milady," the brunette blurted. "I'll do my best to
serve you well."
"That's all I wish, Ursula. Now go." Thoughtfully, Azrael watched
the woman return to the tent.