After a week on the job she had finally met Knight Baleth he was strong and powerful. But, she had made a grievous error. He had commanded her to service him and she had agreed to it without tears, but with anger in her soul how could he ask that of HER! Her old masters voice echoed in her ears, “You are a slave a little slut Khyra and you always will be. You are not an honored guard to these humans you are their pet, plaything!”

Then suddenly the voice was silenced as the slave girls hand slapped her face. Knight Baleth was angered greatly. He shouted in her face screamed that she was NOT! A slave, but an honored guard. He told her she should use sense to know that some orders do not and should not be followed and that others must be. He told her that she could learn these things and gave her access to the library.

She had to admit that she couldn’t read and he assigned the slave to her. To be her tutor in reading and speaking well so that Khyra could uphold the honor of the reds. It was more than simply guarding their persons it was guarding their honor and prestige and she was tasked with learning to be better and smarter.

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She sighed to herself remembering those words again as the slave tortuously lead her through another book. Her lower part ached the new member given to her by an apprentice it’s length strange against her still and the slave girl’s clothing was so tempting…she was desperate to rip the clothes off and shove the magical member into the slave, but she would not at this time. Could not because she must learn these strange letters and symbols. She would read and speak and bring honor upon those who had taken her in.

Thankfully the slave had to sleep the girl was tired from abuse heaped upon her due to her poor actions and could not read anything at all. She fell asleep attempting to teach yet another word to Khyra and the strong elf just shook her head. Making sure none saw her Khyra picked up the adorable slave and carried her to the pens putting a blanket over her and kissing the girl’s forehead gently.

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It was late by the time she went upstairs and out to the valley. Her axe sung with blood and Lizards were cleaved in twain. Blood and death were all she saw and her ache dissipated. She gladly swung her axe and dispatched creatures until she saw two figures on the hill.

The small form she knew as honored one of Kossuth and a mighty Red wizardess. Khyra immediately came before them and offered her services standing attentively and watching for any threats that would dare come close to these two. Then Mistress Baleth had to depart leaving Khyra with the small hin who teamed with the divine power of Kossuth. His prayers increased her strength endurance and power and with him she killed an untold number of the lizard beasts. But, even that had to end and he wished to speak more of his great master Kossuth.

She remembered the last conversation even as they spoke again. He was enthusiastic about his god…divine being…Khyra was not terribly clear on it, but the creature sounded much greater than her childhood memories of Correllon. Besides the priest spoke of trials by fire and flames and how they made one more powerful. Khyra smiled at that she knew all about trials of fire…knew very well the pain of flames. Her back had sung with them and the lash a long time ago and her left nipple had been lost to fire….

Even as he spoke about possible healing she remembered the singing pain remembered her defiant refusal to obey the master until that day. Remembered afterwards the lack of feeling….no more could her desire ever be brought from the left side. It was to her simply a lump of flesh now, not a glorious sweet spot of lust….

She shook her head in the deep cavern under Eldath’s grotto. Water surrounded her and she lay with only her panties on as the divine caster began his preparations. It was too much….too soon…she had to go. She had many letters to learn and the slave tutor must read her more books from the library.

She departed the grotto that day and finally went to bed. Her mind spinning with thoughts of Kossuth and the honor of Thay. She thought of power and prestige and even some of family and even as she thought of that her magical member ached at her side reminding her of the amazing joys that this place had. She put her hand on it and rubbed a small smile on her face as she wondered what else would be in this new place she called Home….