Rachael, Slave of Emarukistan Ch. 03

"The slaves can wait in here," says the man.

We are ushered into a small, minimally furnished, room and Jamal leaves us. The door is closed and locked behind him. I'm getting more and more uneasy about what is happening. Dania and Phoebe are clearly of the same opinion, but it seems that hell needs to freeze over before they will have a conversation with me. The two of them sit on the only chairs in the room. I could sit on table located between the chairs, but that might lead to an awkward social situation. Despite appearances, I'm a slave and they are ladies.

I study the layout of the room. The ornate carvings on the wall panels are a strange form of artwork. There's no pattern to the carvings which seem haphazard and confusing. It's as though the carvings are designed to discourage anyone from studying the walls too closely.

"Do you think Jamal has sent help to our father?" asks Phoebe of her sister.

"He said he would," replies Dania. "We will ask him when we next see him."

I'm not sure whether Dania and Phoebe fully realise what is going on. Given what is happening here, I have a feeling that Lord Mustafa was dead before we reached the bottom of the ravine yesterday. The two mercenaries left tending Mustafa and their injured comrades didn't look to be the most reliable of allies. Far more likely that they killed the three injured men and made off with anything they could carry. If Jamal was part of the plot, then it's possible that Dania and Phoebe are his share of the bounty. I hope I'm wrong, but ever since we've entered the city, I've been suspicious of Jamal's game.

My musing is interrupted by Jamal returning to the room. He doesn't seem perturbed by what is happening.

"Have you arranged for help to be sent to our father?" asks Dania.

"I'll organise something in the morning. It's too late at night to arrange anything today."

"What is this place,"asks Phoebe.

"Valhalla is a training facility," replies Jamal. "Their main base of operations is in Thorsgaard, which is a city far to the north. This facility is relatively new."

"Why have you brought us here?" asks Phoebe.

"It's a safe place for you to hide while we retrieve your father," replies Jamal. "You will not be disturbed here. If you know of somewhere else where you would be welcome, I can take you there in the morning."

"You know we have nowhere to go in this city," snaps Dania. "It's why our father took us with him when he left."

"Which is why I have brought you here," replies Jamal patiently as if explaining to a child why she can't have something she wants.

"What about our clothes?" asks Phoebe.

"I will retrieve them in due course. In the meantime, I suggest you continue with your current disguise. Don't tell anyone who you really are. Not everyone here can be trusted."

I don't add that Jamal could be one of those whom Dania and Phoebe shouldn't trust. This whole affair is starting to smell like a rotting fish.

"What about me," I ask. "Am I free to leave? I'm a free woman in this city and I can return to my father's compound."

"It's best that you don't for the moment," replies Jamal. "Lord Rahim will be suspicious if you turn up out of the blue. He may trick you into revealing the whereabouts of Dania and Phoebe."

Interestingly he doesn't suggest that I would deliberately betray the location of Mustafa's daughters even though I have no reason not to do so.

"Where are we going to sleep?" asks Dania.

"Someone will come and show you to your quarters in a short while," replies Jamal. "Rachael, you are with me. Come."

I don't need prompting twice. I've never heard of a training facility called Valhalla, but the only sorts of training facilities around here are those for training warriors to fight, and those for training pleasure slaves. Valhalla is clearly the latter.

Jamal takes me to a room upstairs which must have been allocated as his sleeping quarters. Unsurprisingly he wants to fuck me. Despite my concerns about his plans, I'm not going to pass on the opportunity. He's really horny, which means I get a good drilling. In my experience, rampant men who fuck like that are celebrating having just made a lot of money.

"I presume you've just sold Lord Mustafa's daughters to whoever runs this place," I say, once Jamal has emptied his balls.

"Careful with that mouth of yours, Rachael. What you don't know won't hurt you."

"I've no problem with you making money out of those two. I just hope you've ensured Lord Mustafa is out of the picture. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes if he finds out what you've done. And he'll come looking for me as well."

"Don't concern yourself about him. He didn't survive his wounds. Nor did his two injured mercenaries. They were dead before we left the mine."

So my intuition was right. Dania and Phoebe were Jamal's share of the bounty. I suppose I can't blame him. He's a paid mercenary and his contract with Lord Mustafa went belly up days ago. He wants his payment like any other warrior in his trade.

"So what about me?" I ask.

"Hmm. You're an interesting dilemma. You're a free woman, but also a slave. A strange sort of situation to be in. I like fucking you. You've got some decent meat on your bones, which I like better than the skinny waifs most slave owners prefer. More importantly, you can take care of yourself. Not many women, slave or free, can do that. I don't suppose you can handle a weapon?"

"No slave is allowed to handle a weapon," I reply. "The most deadly thing I've handled is a kitchen knife."

Strictly speaking some slaves are used as lightly armed warriors during a war, but our city is currently at peace with its neighbours.

"Hmm. An interesting dilemma," Jamal repeats without actually answering my question.

I doubt I could simply walk out of here in the morning without permission. My fate could be the same as that which has certainly befallen Dania and Phoebe. They would make good pleasure slaves once their arrogance is trained out of them. I'm not sure anyone could ever turn me into a good bed warmer.

We eventually fall asleep after Jamal abandons a half hearted attempt to get his exhausted cock to fuck me once more. In the morning I get up first and clean myself up. I'm not sure what we are supposed to do about breakfast, so I wait patiently until Jamal wakes from his slumber.

He escorts me down to the ground floor and we find a table laid out with a range of food. He has me wait outside the room while he collects breakfast for me. Apparently slaves aren't allowed to eat in that room. We eat together at a small table in the corridor. A man approaches us while we are eating.

"Good morning, Jamal," says a man dressed in the outfit typically worn by merchants from the far north. "Here's your money for the two you brought here last night."

The man hands over a bag of coins. If they are gold or silver coins, then Jamal has received a lot of money. Jamal fastens the bag to his belt after only briefly examining the contents.

"What about this one?" ask the man, referring to me.

"She's with me," replies Jamal.

"Obviously. I'll double the offer if you include her in the sale."

I notice Jamal doesn't reject the offer at once. Indeed, he is clearly contemplating accepting it.

[End of Rachael and the Warrior]