A kajira story
by ScottMaster

In the Darkness, I sleep so peacefully that the world itself seems to cease to exist. I feel the tender touch of bizarre dreams filtering through my mind. The cascade of heightened sensations during such strange, yet eloquent visions.

It happens in the darkness, taking me by surprise and pulling me into a very strange place. I can not understand where I am or what I am doing. Suddenly, pain and horror fill my mind as I disappear from my world.

I awaken to the visage of fields full of bright purple flowers like roses and tulips bred together for some strange purpose. My head hurts like a bitch and I cannot help but be thinking that ‘Whoever did this is gonna fucking pay!’ Yet…such a strange place only seems to entice ideas of beautiful places I know.

Suddenly, it hits me, the smell, the breeze, the light, the feelings of the fresh grass beneath my body. Yet, I am fully clothed, unlike a moment ago, carrying the last things I had. To specify exactly the incredible confusion, sensations, and shock would be to tell God to be simpler.

My deep hazel-green eyes taking in the strange sensations around me the best that I can. My breathing seems so…strong, so powerful. I feel cleansed in many ways. The grass is such an amazing sensation of smooth tenderness. The smell of the flowers surrounding me like lilacs in perfect season, creating a void of other smells. I can hear the sound of free-flowing water across the field, in the distance, far away. I swear I notice movement across the horizon and in the skies, yet, my mind must be playing tricks on me.

I can feel my clothes upon my body, yet the fabrics feel more real than they EVER did. I slowly stand as my eyes finally adjust to the bright, CLEAR, skies. I almost begin coughing as the atmosphere is so void of pollution. I suddenly hear a soft twang….. . Following the twang, I hear a shriek and a thwap against the grass. I gaze around me carefully, trying to figure out what that was. Just as suddenly as the sound, a figure on the horizon appears. The figure seems to be about 5 and a half to 6 feet tall from my perspective and shadowed against a cloud or tree or rock.

I notice another twang and thwap with the realization that it is a man firing arrows at me. I begin running the opposite way with long strides. The gravity almost makes me superhuman in my speed and strength, causing me to be a little confused. My purse raps against my soft little camisole dress, shining against the sunlight. Another twang behind me, causing me to jerk violently into the grass. I grunt in pain and frustration, cursing out into the air…

“Motherfucker!!”

My body is tightened against itself, wrapped in some kind of twine or silk rope. I feel scratching against my skin, noticing that it has small metal prongs that tickle and pinch, but not scar the skin. I writhe about trying to get the net off my body and yet I simply make it worse. As I struggle, the sounds of voices and footsteps become clearer and more defined.

I gaze up in the sunlight to see three large men dressed in heavy leather armor, carrying a quiver of arrows, a bow, a satchel, a longsword in beautiful embroidered sheathes, and wearing red upon their armor. The armor itself has an emblem emblazoned on it and seems to be also on their cloaks. I cannot help but blink softly in confusion, contemplating my situation.

They speak in such a strange language, yet it seems very similar to a very eloquent Latin like Elvish or something. I thought that maybe I truly was sleeping and it was just my imagination. One of the man tosses me over with the edge of his sword, speaking to the others carefully yet angrily. I grunt at the movement and spit at their feet. The man closest to me backhands me across the face harshly, sending my head hard against the grass. My mind spinning with both pain and dizziness. I soon collapse on the grass, falling into unconsciousness. My guess was that his hand had fractured my face or caused some kind of concussion and I just passed out from the pain. I awaken from my deep slumber only to have my head knocked against the ass of a horse. I grunt and move my head up, gazing around me in attempt to understand where I am, where I’m going, and who is taking me.

I notice that these are the same men who captured me. We are riding along some kind of paved dirt road with strange markers on the side of the road. The markers have a symbol of something written in a strange language that I cannot pronounce. I can feel the moving muscles of the animal beneath me striding forth with great effort. I notice now that I am naked and bound in some kind of twine. The strange texture of horse fur against my nipples stimulates a strange sensation within me, yet I cannot help but feel fearful as I do not understand where I am or why I am here.

I just slowly pass out from both hunger and exhaustion only to once again reawaken somewhere else entirely. I am inside a strange building made of wood, similar to Medieval European towns around the 14th century. The fresh scent of recently moisturized wood filters through my nostrils, yet the scent of perfumes and oils, very feminine, permeate from somewhere else in the building. I can almost smell every inch of the building even on the second floor.

I feel my naked body against a hardwood floor, in a corner, chained to the post of a bed. The room is very simply furnished and contains no art or crafts of any kind other than woodworking. There wasn’t even a candle in the room. I shook my head, feeling soft pulses of pain hit me… I let out a loud groan and fall against the wall. I stand up after a few moments and move towards the door, but my body is stopped by the chain just at the door frame. I almost fall down as it pulls me back against my neck. I suddenly realize that I have a thick steel collar around my neck chained to the bed.

I laid against the bed in frustration realizing I wasn’t going to be getting out of this situation easily. I tried in vain to mess with the spike embedding the chain loop against the bed, but I had not the strength to leverage it. The sounds of heavy footsteps cascaded down the hallway, moving in my direction. I growl softly readying myself to ambush the person tricking the chain into moving with me in a way where it is barely visible from the door. After a couple minutes, the Man steps inside and I toss the chain over His neck, pulling it together in a loop and wrapping it hard around the post.

He instantly begins choking violently, His face turning a deep pale…He grabs the chain trying to loosen it from the beam. I have my body far from the door and Him, keeping me out of visual range of the door, yet maintaining a good hold of the chain. He suddenly forces his foot down onto the floor causing a loud bang throughout the house. I shook my head and pulled the chain tighter and harder, hearing a bone crack in his neck. A couple minutes later, a group of Men come rushing upstairs wielding swords as their comrade falls down dead upon the floor. His body lay limp against the bed and I growl and roar at the Men, tossing my body at them.

One Man yells as I smash my elbow straight into his nose, flinging him down and into a table behind him. He smashes it to pieces in his weight, yet they don’t exactly break apart normally. It’s more like the table bends. The other man throws himself ontop of me, taking hold of a great rod, he thrusts it at my face. I block his thrust with a well-placed arm block tossing it towards the floor. It sparks violently as it hits the floor. I gasp in the shock of this device, but I am more concerned about my welfare. I grab the device and thrust it into his face, causing it to spark, sending waves of electricity through his body. As he is violently spasming, I move away from Him, and jab my palm upwards into the other man’s nose, shoving his nose bone straight into his head killing him instantly. I then gauge the situation in my eyes: Three Men dead, obviously using me for something…

I grab the rod and test it out, checking its capabilities and function. I discover it must be a cattle prod of some kind, intended to be used for subduing or killing a person depending on where the dial at one end is set. I use it on its highest setting on the three men to make sure they are dead, dying, or unconscious at least. I hear the footsteps of more men and the sound of a ringing bell outside the house, indicating some kind of alert system. I growl in frustration that they have announced my escape, but nonetheless, I will not give up. I grab one of the swords the man had, checking its sharpness, weight, and dexterity. Once I’ve done that, I run into another room using the deep sounds of heavy footsteps to mask my naked, soft feet.

A man comes running up the stairs, then notices one of the man’s arms hanging out of the room doorway. I mentally curse myself and ready myself to attack this man should he come by me. He considerably slows down, taking great caution. He seems to either whisper or not speak anything to another man at the other end of the hallway. The men begin maneuvering through the hallway, trying to snuff me out. I breathe very slowly, quietly and steadily, taking my time to wait patiently for an opportunity.

The man in the hallway moves carefully into the room I am in. I have hidden myself underneath the bed at this point, taking care to watch his feet movement. Once he moves around the bed once and begins moving towards the door, I know that I must act quickly for his body going down will surely make noise.