by Alan Horn
I stood and Sarm unlocked my hands and handed me the fiddle and bow. I tuned it a little and played 'Hoedown.'
The crowd started clapping along with the tune. There was a cheer and applause when I finished. I handed the fiddle to Sarm, who was smiling broadly. The crowd had tripled the amount of money in the basket.
He handed the fiddle back to its owner and thanked him.
"Is she for sale, sir?"
"No, not now anyway."
I grinned at Sarm. "We should find out where I can get one of those, Master."
He grinned back, "Yes, we should.
Chapter 11: Musician
In three weeks I was playing in a hall Sarm had rented. I did one show in the evening every day and two shows on the weekend. The hall wasn't big so it sold out early. We were selling out most days. Word was spreading about the 'Wonderful slave musician Julie Henderson.' Sarm knew nothing about marketing, so I did all the planning and design of the posters. I convinced him that it would be more exotic if I put my Earth name on the posters . I added a drawing of me in my chains holding the violin. During the day, I was more of a business partner to Sarm. After my show, I was again his sex slave. I got my ass tanned about once a week and I missed it the other days.
We made a big deal of my being a slave in each performances. Sarm would lead me onto the stage with a leash to my nose ring. I would be clad in a white robe that covered everything but my face. My violin was on a stand in the middle of the stage. He would lead me to the center of the stage and whip away my robe, leaving my naked in chains. My hands were locked in front and he would take off the leash and hold my hands high over my head. He would promise me a beating if I did not play better than ever before. He would tell the audience they would decide if I should be whipped after the performance. They would all cheer at this. Then he would lock a long chain to the back of my collar and unlock my hands. He would order me to play. I would run to my violin and pick it up lovingly, reverently and begin my performance.
Sarm was pleased. He was making more money than he had as a slaver and he got to sleep in a real bed every night. He rented a house with a cook and I slept in his bed most nights. On the floor the rest of the time. Of course he kept me closely chained at all times. He did not want to chance losing me. I was worried though. I had posters all over the region now and still no signs anyone from Olympus had noticed.
One evening I was kneeling in the living room of Sarm's house and reading a story about my performance. I looked up and saw Sarm staring at me. I asked, "Master, is something wrong?"
"Slave, I have been approached by some men who want to buy you. They offered a lot of money. I declined and they then threatened to take you by force. I don't like having to worry about their threats. The only way I know to deter you being spirited away to a far distant town is to mark as my property."
"Mark me? How, Master."
"You've probably seen that most slaves here are branded with their owner's mark. I could have you branded tomorrow and it would be healed in a month."
"Bran me. With a hot iron? That would hurt me a lot, wouldn't it?"
"The smiths have a numbing cream so it doesn't hurt much. Its commonly done and slaves always survive, though they do make a fuss."
"Master, please let's wait and think about it for a few days. It might hurt our sales. Maybe we can think of a better way. You know I can think of a lot of new things. Please?"
"All right. I'll hire a couple of guards for a week and you work on a better idea. One week. You do know I don't need your permission, don't you?"
"Yes, Master, of course. I am your obedient slavegirl." Shit. Branded? I'd survive, but I wouldn't like it. Oh well. I'm sure I'll think of something. I hope those lazy Gods get busy and find me. Soon.
That night I slept on the floor chained to a ring. I heard Sarm's breathing. I lay awake for a long time. Images of a hot iron approaching my skin kept flashing through my vision. I remembered my short time in Olympus. I longed to be reunited with my friends and most especially, my Master. Sarm was OK, but just a waystation. I didn't belong here. Olympus was now my home. I wept, silently, for my lost Master and home.
I was tired after a performance and always slept well. One morning I woke with a strange feeling. I opened my eyes and it was still dark. I smelled flowers. I felt I was being watched and looked around. I saw a shadowed figure and I realized I was in heavy arousal. I recognized the shape, the size. "Attas, master!" I whispered
"He can't hear you. I'm keeping him asleep. How are you?"
"Master, I'm so glad you found me. I'm good, now."
"You deserve much credit for your cleverness. Posting your name on every building in the region was a masterful ploy. Julie. Has this man been good to you?"
"Oh, yes, master. He is strict, fair, and a good lover. I think I've been good for him too."
"I'm sure you have. Since he has treated you well, I will buy you from him." A box appeared on the floor. This contains enough local money to live well here for the rest of his life. Would you like to leave him a note?"
"Yes, master." I took a piece of paper and a pencil from the bedside table and wrote a note to Sarm:
Dear Sarm, My true master has come for me. You were good to me and I will remember you fondly. This box contains my master's payment to you for me. May you live well and be happy. Julie.
Attas took the lock fastening the chain to my collar in his hand. It opened and he laid it aside. He lifted me in his arms as though I was weightless and he kissed me as well as I have every been kissed. I was so horny. I needed him more than I ever needed anyone. He put me down and I saw we were in his house.
"Master, what happened to me?"
"Julie, in short, you are important. Some people from another place took you from Selections because of your importance. They left false clues behind to convince us that different people had taken you. They took three other girls at about the same time. They wanted us to act against these innocents to supplant them. A devious plan executed by some skilled operators. Our investigators penetrated the plan and discovered the true identities of these operators. We sent our agents into places these people have used in the past. They found you. I'm sorry it took so long to locate you, but there are limitless places you could have been taken. We have warned the intended victims and are looking for the perpetrators. Now go with Cotys and relax. You have the rest of the day off. There will be a party tonight in your honor."
Attas vanished and Cotys entered the room. She walked up to me. "I have some pleasant experiences lined up for you Julie." She kissed me on the cheek. I grabbed her and turned it into a steaming hot kiss.
We walked out of the room holding hands and thinking of pleasure.
...
"Did you learn who took the girl?"
"Yes, we tracked the abductor back to Kush and then on to Shiva's house. He was tough, but Vulcan peeled him like an onion. One of Shiva's grandsons was behind it. He had a claim to Kush's throne and he wanted us to clear his opposition for him."
"How did you leave the affair?"
"Shiva is happy. He doesn't like traitors. We brought the grandson back with us and terminated his advisors. His clique evaporated as soon as we had him."
"Usual punishment?"
Yes, we're done now. Would you like to meet her?"
"No, Hera is jealous enough as is. Did you leave her his memories?"
Of course. Its not a punishment if you can't remember what you lost."
"Good work."
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