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Subject: {ASSM} Slave Raiders Part 5
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Li'sar held onto her Master's back, as he rode the horse cautiously through the 
forest. Dalvid was trying to work out which way they were meant to go, and he 
didn't appreciate his thought process being interrupted by Li'sar complaining 
about how sore her freshly-switched bottom was on the back of the horse. 
 
"Traditionally, slaves who complain about their punishments are punished again," 
he said to her. 
 
"Y-yes Master. S-sorry" she blathered apologetically. 
 
They continued in silence. She tried to remove one hand from his back and rub 
her bottom, which was getting sorer by the minute. She could really do with a 
break! 
 
He began to get frustrated. He had no idea where they were, and no idea how 
they'd get back to Valua. 
 
She built her confidence up enough to speak again, "are we going to stop soon 
Master?" 
 
He snapped at her impulsively, "only if it is to punish a slave who does not 
know when to hold her peace." 
 
She was instantly silent. He couldn't help but grin at his power over her, as he 
kept riding, trying to work out where they were going. 
 
She tried to put a hand under her bottom: she needed to stop it from getting 
rubbed raw! Finally, Dalvid got frustrated, and decided it was time to rest. He 
dismounted in a clearing, and helped her off the horse. 
 
They ate in silence. Dalvid was still pondering how they would get out of this 
apparently endless forest. He calculated that they only had rations for little 
more than one day. 
 
Li'sar looked at him pondering. She wasn't sure if she was allowed to speak. 
Dalvid looked up at her from his thoughts, and smiled at her, at her naked form. 
 
This gave her the confidence to break the silence. "Master, where are we going?" 
She asked. 
 
"We're going home." He replied. "We're going to my home." 
 
"So am I your slave now?" She asked. 
 
He thought for a moment. Considered. Then he answered, "yes Li'sar, yes you are." 
 
She smiled at him softly, and then remembered herself and blushed. "How long is 
it until we get there?" She asked. 
 
"Soon little one. Soon." He replied. 
 
Duely they continued, but now walked on foot - it was easier that way. Li'sar 
was relieved that her bottom didn't have to suffer the continual rubbing against 
the horse. 
 
Still no end of the forest was sighted. Dalvid was getting more and more 
frustrated. Yet he had to keep the look of confidence. He couldn't let her know 
that he didn't know where they were, and didn't know where they were going. A 
slave should look at her master with respect, and letting her see him weak and 
lost was not the way to achieve that. 
 
Dalvid's thoughts were interupted by the sight of a man in front of him - a 
slightly ragged looking man, in a brown cloak, with unkempt hair and a thick 
beard. He wasn't a Valuan, Dalvid could see that. Valuans did not usually have 
beards, and were not garbed the way this man was. The man was looking straight 
at them, and Dalvid stumbled towards him. 
 
"Greetings friend," Dalvid said, immediately deciding that the best thing to try 
to do was to get as much information as possible, without letting it be known that
they were lost. 
 
"Well what do we have here?" the man asked, "a lost Valuan warrior with his 
slave." 
 
"We're just passing through these parts," Dalvid answered, trying to maintain his 
confidence, "would you be able to help us with a few directions?" He asked. 
 
"Certainly," the man answered, "in exchange for sufficient remuneration of course." 
 
Dalvid nodded. He had thought that is what it might take. "Certainly," he 
answered, pulling out his purse. Durip was the money-keeper, and so he didn't 
have much money with him. He pulled out three of the five bronze coins he had on 
him. "Three bronze pieces" he told the man. 
 
The man smiled, and shook his head. "I don't think you're aware of the situation 
you're in my good friend. It will have to be much more than that." 
 
"Very well, five bronze pieces." Dalvid answered. 
 
The man shook his head. 
 
"In that case, we do not need your help" Dalvid said, and started to lead the 
horse and Li'sar onward. 
 
"That's where you're wrong," the man replied. He signalled with his hand, and a 
man on each side of Dalvid and Li'sar showed himself; the men were armed with 
bows, which had arrows on them, and were pointed straight at Dalvid. "You give 
us what we want, and you live and we help you get back to Valua. You don't, and 
you die. Men do not enter into my realm and leave so easily. 
 
Dalvid drew his sword. Li'sar stepped back, and started to quiver slightly. The 
man also drew a sword. "You don't have good odds," he told Dalvid. "Three against 
one. You are going to have to decide if you want to live or die." 
 
Dalvid lowered his sword, and conceded. "Very well, what is it you want?" He 
asked. 
 
"We want to see some gold," the man replied. 
 
"I have none," Dalvid replied truthfully. 
 
"Silver then." 
 
"All I have is five bronze coins," Dalvid answered. 
 
The man nodded, looking him up and down. "We'll take your coins, and the sword. 
It looks like a good one." 
 
Dalvid nodded sadly. 
 
"Oh, and your horse as well." 
 
"You can't take my horse!" Dalvid answered angrily. "This is robbery!" 
 
"Very well. We will take your slave instead then." The man answered. 
 
Li'sar quivered and sobbed, trying to cover herself in front of these men. 
 
"No! You may not take her" Dalvid answered adamantly. Then he remembered the 
situation he was in. He tried to make it sound like he was getting a fair bargain 
"You may take my coins, my sword, and my horse in exchange for safe passage of my
slave and I back to Valua," he answered. 
 
The man nodded in agreement. "Drop your weapon then." 
 
Dalvid had no choice but to trust him, and dropped his sword. The man came forward 
and picked it up, one of the other men came and grabbed hold of his horse. 
 
But Dalvid's horse, Stormrider, was not used to being handled by strangers. It 
reared its legs in the air and neighed. The man was struck to the ground. 
 
"It looks like your horse will not come with us." The first man said. 
 
"It'll get used to you," Dalvid replied. 
 
"I'm not so sure." The first man replied, "I think we'll take your slave instead." 
 
"We had an agreement!" Dalvid answered angrily. "You can't change it now you have 
my sword!" 
 
"I well could," the man answered. "However, if you wish, I will give you your 
sword back, and then we can renegotiate terms. Then you'll get a choice between 
giving us the slave, or being shot through the heart and us taking the slave." 
 
Dalvid stood with his head bowed. He knew he was beaten. 
 
The men grabbed Li'sar. She screamed. He looked at her with pity and sorrow. He 
had failed her. 
 
He was desperate now. "If you hold her here for me, I will return in three days 
and make payment to you in gold for her." He pleaded with the leader of the men. 
 
The man smiled. "That valuable to her is she? I am sorry, but I cannot agree to 
that arrangement. You might come back here with soldiers instead." 
 
"I'm a man of my word!" Dalvid retorted angrily, as Li'sar was dragged away. 
 
"I have been betrayed before by 'men of their word'" the man replied, a grim, 
knowing smile on his face. 
 
Dalvid sighed. "Come with me, this way" he said to Dalvid, pointing in the 
opposite direction to where the other men were taking Li'sar. "I will take you 
back to Valua." 
 
Dalvid looked over at her with desperation and regret as she screamed for him. 
He had captured hundreds of slaves in his time. Yet this one who he truly wanted 
was being ripped from his grasp. The strong, cold, unfeeling slaver of Valua felt 
a hint of a tear forming in his eye. 
 
He forced himself to turn away from her, to follow this man instead, as he led 
his horse. "What are you going to do with her?" He asked. 
 
"What do you care?" the man asked. "You're just a slaver right? They're all the 
same to you anyway right?" 
 
Dalvid snarled at the man. "Don't tell me what I care about" he answered. The man 
looked at him, and saw the fury and sorrow in his eyes, feeling relief that he 
had a sword, and Dalvid didn't. Dalvid started imagining the worst. Maybe they 
were going to make her their slave. These barbarians having her as a slave! A 
terrible possibility. 
 
"We'll sell her as soon as we can." The man replied. "I'd imagine we'll get a 
few silver pieces for her." 
 
Dalvid nodded sadly, hoping that she found herself a good master. At the very 
least a Valuan master. That she wouldn't be sold to a trader who would take her 
to a barbarian land. 
 
After walking uncomfortably for many hours, they arrived at the edge of the 
forest. Dalvid could see endless pastureland before him. "Travel in that 
direction, and turn left at the ridge. Go straight ahead, and you will come to 
Valua," the man told him. 
 
Dalvid nodded, and mounted his horse. 
 
"No grievous feelings?" The man asked, extending his hand to shake Dalvid's. 
 
Dalvid moved his hand to shake it. He would have shaken it if the man had taken 
only his money and his sword; maybe even if he had taken his horse. But no, he
had taken the one slave he had truly liked. Dalvid withdrew his hand, and then 
he rode away as fast as he could, leaving the man standing on the edge of the 
forest staring after him. 
 
--- 
 
Li'sar was roughly and forcibly led by the bandits through the forest. After 
walking for perhaps an hour, they camp to a clearing. More men, perhaps ten, 
were standing around a fire. There were makeshift shelters around. 
 
"Whose the woman?" asked one, looking up. 
 
"A slave. We took her off a Valuan who was wondering through our territory." 
 
"Well we'd want to sell her right? There was a slaver caravan going along the 
road not long ago. If you're quick you might catch them. She'll fetch a fair 
price I'm sure!" 
 
The men conferred and agreed. Li'sar was taken roughly between four of them. 
They led her through the forest, bruising her arms as they held her. Dalvid 
might have had her whipped, but he didn't handle her so brutally. She tried to 
get free, but they held her tightly. 
 
Finally they came to a path. The men looked at the ground, "yes the caravan has 
already gone through here. Let's see if we can catch it" they agreed. 
 
They took her hurriedly along the road. Eventually they caught up with who they 
were following - a group of men on horses, surrounding a line of stripped women, 
with collars around their necks, tied one to the other. Much like Dalvid's company
had looked. Li'sar noticed as they approached that each woman had red welts across
her bottom. 
 
"Men of Valua!" one of the bandits shouted. The Valuans turned back towards them. 
"How would you like to add a fine slave to your merchandise?" 
 
The Valuan at the head of the shipment turned his horse and rode toward them. 
He looked down at Li'sar. "You want to sell this slave to us?" He asked. "We 
already have many; why would we want another?" 
 
"It would add to your shipment." The man answered. "We will sell her to you 
cheaply, for only three silver pieces. I'm sure she would fetch at least six in 
the marketplaces of Valua." 
 
The slaver looked at them suspiciously, "where did you get her?" he asked. 
 
"It doesn't matter" the man replied, "but she's our slave, and we will sell you 
to her." 
 
The Valuan looked at Li'sar. Li'sar was too terrified to speak. 
 
"Hold her so we can inspect her," the Valuan ordered. 
 
The men held Li'sar, with her hands behind her neck, and they ordered her to 
seperate her thighs. She blushed with shame as the Valuans looked her over. 
 
"Turn her around for us," The Valuan instructed. They turned her around, so her 
entire body could be seen. 
 
"Who has whipped her?" The Valuan asked. 
 
"We did," the man lied, "She needed it." 
 
The Valuan smiled and nodded, "you did a good job. A very good job for someone 
not from Valua. We will give you two silver pieces for her." 
 
"Only two?" One of the bandits replied. "Surely she is worth three!" 
 
"Two and four bronze pieces is our final offer," The Valuan sneered. 
 
The bandit nodded. "It is done then." 
 
The Valuan pulled out the money to pay him, and turned to his lieutenant, "give 
her a thrashing, collar her, and put her on the end of the line."

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