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[Pedigree]005 The Scarlet
'A'
[Pedigree]006 A Jewel of
a Discovery
[Pedigree]007 Past Jewels
/ Nathaniel/
"Chief Overseer Grady, I have a meeting with Mister Reynolds concerning the sale of copper ore from one of my mines to his smelter. Take my girl Asheika to visit Dianna in the slave quarters to have her hair washed and braided. I expect her returned to me beautified and undamaged by three o'clock."
\The Overseer\
"I will see to it, Master Ellis. Come along girl," the old overseer said, grabbing her arm roughly.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel glanced at his overseer's hand, his face impassive.
\Asheika\
The Overseer's grip on her arm was far too strong for a man of his age. She was wary of the old man, for she had heard he was a sadistic tyrant who had raped and terrorized the Ellis slaves into obedience for three generations. Asheika spent little time on the estate with the slaves. They were mostly farm hands for the plantation along with a few more specialized slaves, such as Roy, the blacksmith, and several other slave tradesmen. Dianna was the slave in charge of the hair and grooming of the household servants, particularly the maids.
As they entered a familiar walled courtyard beyond the back yard of the manor house, Asheika could more clearly hear the ring of Roy's hammer on the anvil. His shop was at the far end of the courtyard. She could see the smith working at the anvil through the open front of his shop. Smoke from the forge wafted out of the tall chimney above him. The guard locked the gate to the slave yard after she and the overseer entered.
\The Overseer\
The overseer grumbled unintelligibly under his breath, "Damn master's girl - juicy bitch I can't even touch. Damn bastard Ellis, I ought to be able to discipline any slave, I was here before that white trash was even born..." Then aloud he exclaimed, "You know the way girl, now git, I have work in the pens." the Overseer growled as he brutally shoved the girl forward and stalked off across the yard to the door that led into the building containing the slave holding pens.
\Asheika\
Asheika stumbled forward, but did not fall. She watched the overseer go through the door on the far side of the courtyard while she collected herself.
\Gate Guard\
The white gate guard raised an eyebrow. The overseer was in a sour mood, which had not surprised him in the least since the man seemed to live in a perpetual state of sadistic anger. He had seen the overseer push slaves like that a thousand times. There was a mud puddle just ahead of the cobbled area that had felt the imprint of hundreds of black faces, and the cobblestones near the gate had bloodied the faces of countless more. Up until this moment he had not thought it possible for a slave to catch himself and avoid the harsh caress of the ground even if a shove was expected. Had he not seen the shove with his own eyes, he would have thought the old overseer was loosing his touch, but that wasn't it at all. This particular slave wench was not only spellbinding to look at, she had the dexterity of a panther.
\Overseer\
The overseer scowled but thought better of going back to give the stupid bitch a second shove. He hated to be thwarted, especially by a black cunt. He hurried across the courtyard. He would find a more suitable target for his anger in the holding pens.
\Asheika\
Asheika turned right and walked towards Dianna's shop which was actually fairly close to the gate. It's door opened onto the cobbled area that surrounded the gate so that the household servants would not muddy up their feet after getting their hair done and subsequently track the mud into the manor house. A maid and another slave woman, came out of Dianna's shop and walked down the cobbled path towards her.
\Maid\
"How's the massa's bitch this afternoon? "
\Seamstress\
"You look like you are aching to have his white cock shoved up your ass."
\Maid\
"Mmm, massa, beat me massa, beat me! I bet y'all just love it when he fucks you up before he fucks you up the ass.
\Asheika\
"Stop it!"
\Maid\
You going to make me, prissy bitch? You think your song and dance is going to win my heart? The maid's hand fluttered over her breast and then darted up to give Asheika's face a slap.
\Asheika\
Asheika blocked the maid's slap with the flat of her hand.
\Maid\
"You going to get physical with me? Come on sister, lets teach this bitch a lesson."
\Asheika\
Asheika turned and ran.
\Roy\
Roy the blacksmith paused in mid swing as he saw three black women running across the courtyard towards him. He squinted. "That's the master's girl, ain't no one else I ever seen is that pretty," Roy thought to himself; "and that one's Lara the maid and the other is Kyre the seamstress.
The master's girl was way out ahead, but the other two caught up with her when she hit the locked door to the holding pens. Lara grabbed the girl's hair. Asheika screamed as Lara jerked her back from the door. She tried to run but didn't get more than a few feet before the other two brought her down...
The door to the holding pens opened.
\Overseer\
Break it up! Crack! The overseer's whip struck
one of the women after another, again and again as his anger flared.
---
Within the manor Nathaniel spoke to his business associate, Mister Reynolds.
\Nathaniel\
"So you see, with the increased production I think I can sup- Nathaniel straightened with a jerk. 'Scuse me mister Reynolds, there's been a bit of an emergency, I will be right back. Nathaniel turned and ran through the house knocking over a maid and nearly tripping before he made it out the back door and across the yard to the gate to the slave's compound. "Guard Open!" Nathaniel barked."
\Hermes and Horus\
The two silver-collared slaves saw their master exit the room and run. They looked at each other and took off after him. They were supposed to be guarding his body and were determined to do so. As he ran across the back yard of the manor they caught up with him and staid with him.
\Gate Guard\
The guard, who had been watching the events on the far end of the courtyard through the bars of the gate, didn't need to turn to recognize the voice of Master Ellis. He opened the gate immediately and didn't get so much as a word from the master who ran right through, his body guards sticking right with him. Guard Gantry saw the look on the master's face as he went through the gate and shuddered. "That must be the look the devil gives a man just before he sentences him to eternal damnation."
\Nathaniel\
"Stop!" Nathaniel hissed.
\Overseer\
The overseer's eyes bulged. In all his years as the Ellis slaves' chief tormenter, neither his whip nor his temper had ever frozen stiff at a single word.
\Slaves\
The yard was silent, and from every shop eyes peered clandestinely out at the scene.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel took the whip from the overseer's hand and tossed it into the forge. The scent of burning leather filled the air. He helped Asheika stand and took a look at her. "Take off your dress, my pet."
\Asheika\
Still in shock, Asheika complied.
\Roy\
"Mother of god," Roy whispered under his breath as Asheika stepped out of her dress. Her body made a man want to scream for mercy, and her skin, save for the recent wounds was perfect. On top of that she was wearing silk underwear up and down like a rich white lady, only her silk underthings were deep purple.
\Nathaniel\
"Roy, a clean rag and some clean water please."
\Roy\
"Yes masta," Roy hastened to comply. He ducked into his blacksmith shop and came out with the necessary supplies in an instant.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel inspected his girl as he cleaned the blood and dirt from her wounds. The whip had left two bleeding stripes on Asheika's back, one across her thigh, and one on the front of her neck. Nathaniel turned her face. There were claw marks across one of her high cheek bones. A trickle of blood wet Nathaniel's hand and he saw that her scalp had been split by the whip as well.
Nathaniel whispered something into Roy's ear and showed him a shape with three fingers. The blacksmith slave nodded, stepped into his shop and began noisily rummaging around.
"Now, everyone will be silent. Lara, tell me _exactly_ what happened."
\Maid Lara\
"We was coming out of Dianna's shop and we saw your girl, we razzed her a bit, then she got physical with me, so I said lets teach her a lesson, and she ran and we caught up with her at the door to the holding pens, then the overseer comes out and yells, "break it up and lays into us with his whip. He didn't stop till you told him, massa."
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel smiled coldly. "Kyre, tell me exactly what happened."
\Kyre\
Kyre swallowed and looked around. "Yes massa. We were coming out of Dianna's shop, your girl was coming towards it. I said some mean things, said she was aching to have your, you know, up her ass. Lara asked her how the massa's bitch was this afternoon, then she made like she's your girl and she begs to be beaten and she says she bets your girl loves to get beat before you, uh have your way with her ass. Your girl tells her, 'Stop it!' Lara ask her if she going to make her stop it, asks her if she think her song and dance is going to win her heart, and Lara fluttered her hand over her heart like so, then she tried to slap your girl but, Asheika blocked her hand. Then she said, "You getting physical with me, lets teach her a lesson," and we chased her. We caught her at the door to the holding pens. She screamed and we were on her when the overseer came out and laid into us with his whip, yelling, break it up. We was broken up quick, and when you came he stopped whipping us. I sorry massa, I shouldn't have said those things. She's just a girl. I shouldn't have helped scratch her up neither."
\Nathaniel\
"Roy, tell me exactly what happened."
\Roy\
Well masta, I don't rightly know the first part. I heard some voices across the yard, but I was workin' at the anvil so I don't know what the words were, then I seen them three runnin' across the yard. Asheika's way out ahead, but them other two caught her when she hit the locked door to the holdin' pens. She screamed, and they pulled her away and jumped on her. Pretty soon it's just a ball o' women on the ground, then the overseer comes out and lays into 'em and spreads em out a bit. Then a little after that was when you got here an' put a stop ta the whole thing."
\Nathaniel\
"Guard Gantry, come here and tell me exactly what happened."
\Guard Gantry\
"Yes sir," Guard gantry came inside the courtyard and crossed to stand before Nathaniel. "The Overseer brought her in and she ran into those girls. I heard them picking on her bad. She never said nothing mean to them. Then I saw them chasing her across the yard, only they were slow as hell, but they caught up with her at the door, then they started scratching her up. After that the overseer came out of the holding pen area, ordered them to break it up and laid into them with the whip. You got here a few minutes later."
\Nathaniel\
"Dianna! Come here."
\Dianna\
Dianna came out of her shop and hurried across the yard.
\Nathaniel\
"Tell me exactly what happened."
\Dianna\
"These two left my shop and I guess they bumped into your girl because they started making lewd comments and begging someone to beat them. Then when your girl told them to stop. Lara asked if she was going to make her, and then said something about your girl's song and dance not winning her heart over. Then I heard something like a clap or a slap and I came to the door and I saw them running across the yard, only your girl must have had a head start because she was way ahead. Then they caught up with her at the door and knocked her down, and after that the overseer came out. He must have heard her scream. He yelled for them to break it up and he just started whipping them girls like you seen when you come up."
\Nathaniel\
"Asheika, tell me exactly what happened."
\Asheika\
"When should a girl start from, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"From the moment you left me."
\Asheika\
"Yes massa," Asheika began slowly. "Overseer Grady took my arm, he squeezed it very hard and he pulled me through the house and across the yard. Guard Gantry opened the gate, Overseer Grady pulled me in, then he shoved me very hard and said I knew the way, and he had work to do in the holding pens. I caught myself before I fell, and I pulled myself together while I watched him walk across the yard and unlock the door to the holding pens. Then I walked towards Dianna's shop. These two women came out and began making jokes about me. Lara greeted me as massa's bitch; Kyre told me I was aching to have your white cock up my ass. Then Lara said she bet I loved it when you fucked me up before you fucked me up the butt."
"I told them, 'Stop it!' and Lara said, "You going to make me, prissy bitch? You think your song and dance is going to win my heart?" While she said that she fluttered her hand above her breast and then tried to slap me with it. I blocked her hand with mine, then she asked if I was going to get physical with her and told Kyre to come help teach this bitch a lesson. I ran across the yard to try to get The Overseer. They grabbed my hair from behind. I screamed and they pulled me away from the door, pushed me down and jumped on me. After a little while the overseer came out, yelled, 'break it up' and started whipping all three of us like mad. I tried to dodge but that whip was so fast sometimes it hit me, then you came a little while later and stopped him."
\Nathaniel\
"Guard Gantry, did the overseer push my girl after she went through the gate?"
\Gard Gantry\
Had it not been for the expression he had seen on the master's face a bit earlier when he somehow knew his girl was in trouble, Gantry might have covered for Overseer Grady. Under the circumstances, he decided against it.
"Yes Sir, he did."
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel smiled coldly. "It appears we have several problems here. Let me solve them." Nathaniel touched the golden band around Asheika's neck. The collar opened even though a moment before it seemed to have been a seamless circle of metal. Nathaniel placed the collar on Kyre's neck and let it close.
"Kyre, you have made a grievous error, but you seem contrite, and you did tell the truth. After your punishment you will continue on here as a seamstress. Actually I'm glad you were so foolish this afternoon. You see there is a function of Asheika's collar that I have not been able to test on her. She's much too high quality a slave to be so foolish as to deserve its use." Nathaniel grinned.
\Kyre\
Kyre's eyes gaped wide, her mouth opened and she began screaming like all the demons of hell were working her over with barbed whips.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel inclined his head.
\Kyre\
Kyre's screams got momentarily louder, then hoarser and her body began to shake uncontrollably.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel grinned evilly
\Kyre\
Kyre's screams became almost silent as she fell to the ground in convulsions, vibrating around in the dirt with her eyes bulging and her limbs flailing. For several minutes her whole existence could be summed up by one word: Pain.
\Nathaniel\
After several excruciating minutes Kyre passed out, and Nathaniel retrieved the collar from her. Everyone standing around him was stunned silent from the sight. He placed the collar on Lara's neck.
"Such a pity you did not tell me the full truth. For now you will get the same treatment as Kyre, but when you wake up you will be in a cage on a wagon bound for Atlanna. There is a brothel there called, 'The Maiden of Pain.' This particular brothel caters to white men who cannot afford their own slaves or who simply do not want a sadistic reputation to cling to their names for abusing the slaves they do own. In any case, these men are willing to pay good money to rape and torture women such as yourself in a secure environment where plenty of implements and items of equipment are available for their use. The slaves that work there usually don't last very long, but I'll put in a good word for you. Perhaps they will keep you alive for quite some time," Nathaniel smiled."
\Lara\
Lara gasped as she realized what her future held, then she screamed as pain from the collar stabbed sharply into every joint in her body. She thought she could not possibly feel more pain when something changed and the pain intensified and spread. Her screams became hoarse rantings and then the collar changed again. More agony than she could possibly imagine shook her to the core. After quite a few minutes, she passed out from the shear magnitude of incredible agony.
\Nathaniel\
"Very nice, and not a mark on her body. I am so glad you two ladies helped me test this collar. I could not bear to try it out on my girl. She is just too fine. Two tests completed, two problems solved." Nathaniel replaced the collar on Asheika's neck, smiled and turned to the overseer.
"Overseer Grady. I realize you are an old man. You have served my family for many years. Yet I distinctly remember telling you that my girl was to be returned to me beautified and undamaged. My girl's hair is messed up, she has dirt on her, and she has unsightly red lines five different places on her body. Would you say she has been beautified?"
\The Overseer\
"No Sir."
\Nathaniel\
"My girl has also been damaged. Look, her beautiful face has been scratched, her neck has been scratched, her dress was ripped, and it appears there was no one present to protect her. Not only that but she has sustained five grievous wounds inflicted on her by your whip. Your skill with the whip is legendary, Overseer Grady. I can understand how you might have missed once, possibly even twice, but five times? I cannot believe these wounds were made by mistake. Now either you are having trouble with your memory, or you deliberately disobeyed my direct order. Which is it Grady?
\Overseer Grady\
"Er, they were fighting sir, I guess I lost my temper and forgot myself."
\Nathaniel\
"Then was it your memory that caused this problem, Grady?" Nathaniel traced the bleeding stripe on Asheika's neck.
\Overseer Grady\
"Yes sir."
\Nathaniel\
"Well, it is too bad your memory is going, Overseer Grady. Perhaps I should fire you now...
\Overseer Grady\
"Please, Master Ellis, I have served your family for Generations. I am an old man." Overseer Grady could hardly believe he was begging. He never begged, but he _was_ an old man, he had not spent his money wisely, he had little savings, and his job did not come with a pension. Grady held his breath.
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel sighed, "It does seem a shame to let a man like you go after so many years of service. Perhaps you would prefer that I give you a reminder rather than let you go?"
\Overseer Grady\
Grady let out his breath in relief. "Yes sir, that would be good of you sir."
\Nathaniel\
"I am glad you see things my way, Overseer Grady. Remove your shirt."
\Overseer Grady\
"Remove my shirt?"
\Nathaniel\
"Is your hearing going also, Grady?"
\Overseer Grady\
"No sir!" Overseer Grady quickly removed his shirt.
\Nathaniel\
"Good then. You _will_ hold still now Overseer Grady."
\Overseer Grady\
"Yes sir."
\Nathaniel\
"Nathaniel stepped over to the nearby forge. In it was the tool Nathaniel had bid Roy fetch. Pump the bellows Roy. Harder... faster... put your back into it, boy... Ahh, thank you Roy, I believe that will do nicely. Nathaniel held a branding iron that glowed bright yellow, almost white. It was an iron used for burning the letters into wooden signs. The brand was a palm sized capital 'A'.
"Oh, I better turn it so you can read it. Nathaniel turned the branding iron so that the A was upside down, and then shoved it hard against the left side of the overseer's belly."
\The Overseer\
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel withdrew the iron with precision and handed it to Roy. "There now, can you read that Overseer Grady?"
\Overseer Grady\
Overseer Grady shook with pain. He did not understand how or why he could have stood still while Ellis branded him. Satan's bastard had ordered and he had obeyed. Grady looked down at his belly. From his point of view, a capitol 'A' had been branded into the right side of his belly. He coughed, the wound still smoked, and the odor was disgusting. Desperately he tried to stop his coughing. The wound hurt excruciatingly when his belly moved.
Once, years ago, a slave had attacked the old alchemist, and the Overseer had rescued him. At that time, the alchemist had gifted him with a healing potion to take care of the few minor wounds he had sustained in the scuffle, but Grady had saved the potion for another time when he needed it to heal more than a few scratches. He would use it as soon as Ellis was out of sight and be rid of this hideous painful wound, and the ignominy of being marked like a fool.
"It is a letter 'A' sir," Grady grimaced.
\Nathaniel\
"It is a reminder, Overseer Grady. If you find your memory slipping in the future, just lift your shirt and that 'A' there may jog your memory. Now what is the name of the slave that is never to be damaged unless I specifically order it?"
\The Overseer\
The overseer stood shaking with pain and anger. He wanted to loose his temper, to draw his sword and cut the Ellis boy to red ribbons, but he knew if he lost his temper and attacked this devil's bastard, the fiend's two black demons would kill him on the spot.
\Nathaniel\
"Roy, have you got a lower case 's'? I do believe Overseer Grady is having more troubles with his memory."
\The Overseer\
"Asheika sir!" Overseer Grady trembled.
\Nathaniel\
"Well, I guess you do have a memory. It could be that just the first letter will suffice after all. "Now Overseer Grady, who is the slave that is far too valuable to be beaten or harmed in any way without my express double-checked orders?"
\The Overseer\
"Asheika, sir!"
\The Overseer\
"Much better Overseer, I do believe your memory is improving."
\Nathaniel\
"Who is the slave you are not ever to man handle?"
\The Overseer\
"Asheika, sir!"
\Nathaniel\
"Very good Overseer Grady. Tell me, who is the slave you are to treat with common courtesy because of her station?"
\The Overseer\
"Asheika, sir!"
\Nathaniel\
"I do believe your memory is restored. Problem number three solved... Wait now don't you go away Overseer. I have one problem left. How much do you suppose Asheika was worth before you let her face get scratched, and put five stripes across her skin with your own whip?
\The Overseer\
The Overseer clenched his jaw and shook as he restrained his temper.
\Nathaniel\
Come now Overseer Grady. You were there when we auctioned off her sister slaves. How much was she worth before you damaged her?
\The Overseer\
"Half a million gold, sir."
\Nathaniel\
Come now Grady, that was the highest price we got for one of the slaves we actually sold. I kept the best three, and Ashieka is the best of the best. How much was she worth.
\The Overseer\
"Eight hundred thousand, sir."
\Nathaniel\
"Well now I believe she is worth more like a million, but just for the sake of argument let us use your figure of eight hundred thousand gold pieces. Now if those stripes heal up naturally, leaving the inevitable scars, how much do you suppose she will be worth then, Overseer?
\The Overseer\
"Four hundred thousand, sir," Grady said through clenched teeth."
\Nathaniel\
"Well now, unless you can think of a way to restore my property to its original condition, I believe I will have to sue you for four hundred thousand gold pieces in lost value."
\The Overseer\
"Four hundred thousand, sir?" The color drained out of the old man's face.
\Nathaniel\
"I will have my lawyer start the proceedings yet tonight."
\Overseer Grady\
"But, I'll be ruined."
\Nathaniel\
"I do believe you should have thought of that before you disobeyed my direct orders and laid into my property with your whip, Mister Grady. Now I would suggest you either find a way to undo what you have done or hire yourself a mighty fine lawyer because I happen to be in the mood to hire the best lawyers money can buy. Come to think of it, I also know the judge."
\Overseer Grady\
Grady was incredulous. Every possession he had, his savings, everything would be gone. "But Master Ellis... I... I can't , I... I... can't, I am no healer... for the love of God Master Ellis pleeease, I'm begging you don't do this to me."
\Nathaniel\
"You and I both know you are no healer Grady, but I do believe if there's even a bit of your former intellect left rolling around in that old brain of yours, you will realize that there is a man, very dear to my heart, who possesses the knowledge to make something that can do the job of restoring my property for you."
\Overseer Grady\
"The alchemist?"
\Nathaniel\
"Sounds like your mind is still as sharp as ever Mister Grady."
\Overseer Grady\
"But a potion is worth two months salary, even at cost."
\Nathaniel\
"A don't mean to sound like a parrot Grady, but you should have considered that before laying into my property with your whip."
\Overseer Grady\
Overseer Grady hung his head. He withdrew a small section of metal pipe from his pocket and unscrewed the top. Inside the metal was padding that surrounded a glass vial. He pulled the top pad out and carefully slipped a glass vial from the protection of the pipe. It was his ace in the hole, the healing potion the alchemist had given him years ago. He started to hand the precious bottle over to Nathaniel Ellis.
\Nathaniel\
"Now wait a minute Overseer Grady. It is not my job to restore my property. I did not break it. That's something you're going to have to do to avoid a law suit, remember? While you're at it you might try practicing that common courtesy you told me you were going to use."
In all the sadistic years of Overseer Grady's life, he had never looked as broken as he did now.
\Overseer Grady\
Head hung, Overseer Grady gently took Asheika's hand, carefully placed the vial in it and closed it. He cleared his throat, "I am sorry I hurt you, lady Asheika. It would mean a great deal to me, if you would accept this potion, and drink it now, so that your wounds will heal without a scar."
\Asheika\
"Why thank you Overseer Grady. I believe I will accept your apology and your potion. Asheika carefully broke the seal, removed the stopper and drank the contents down.
\Nathaniel\
"Why that was mighty white of you Overseer Grady. I do believe you have spared me the trouble of filing suit. This is cause for applause. I want everyone here free or slave to give Overseer Grady the applause he so richly deserves. I believe he can be a courteous man after all. Come on now, that just isn't loud enough.
\Slaves and Guards\
The slaves and guards clapped loudly.
\Nathaniel\
As applause filled the courtyard Nathaniel whispered something into the Overseer's ear. He straightened in fear. In a barely audible voice he answered, "You needn't worry Master Ellis, there will be no reprisal, I was a fool to disobey your orders, and I got what I deserved."
\Nathaniel\
As the applause died down Nathaniel spoke loudly. "This is my personal girl Asheika. I hope you will treat her with at least as much respect as Overseer Grady has demonstrated here for you today."
Unbidden, applause erupted from the hands of the slaves. Dianna took Asheika to her shop where she was cleaned up, and her hair was washed and braided in exquisite style by three girls. A clean dress was delivered from the manor house, and from that day forward, the slaves and the guards treated Asheika like royalty. The shame that the Overseer had been put through on her account became a favorite story told over and over in the slave quarters whenever Overseer Grady was safely out of earshot.
[Pedigree]006 A Jewel of a Discovery
\Nathaniel\
It was late at night a few days after Asheika's incident with the overseer, and Nathaniel was busily cataloging preserved human sperm samples with the help of his girl. Nathaniel, peered at the numbers and alchemical codes on the vial, then looked in the freezer on the rack, "Here, this one's a duplicate too. Put it in the stash-it chest."
\Asheika\
"Yes massa."
\The Alchemist\
"De Camptown testies sing dis song, blew-da! screww-dah! De Camptown spewjack five miles long, Oh! screww-dal day! I come down dah get my ass caved in, oo-dah! scroo-dah! I go back home wid a cocket oozin' sin, Oh! scroo dah day, Gwine to cum all night! Gwine to spunk all day! I’ll bet my money on de bob-cocked hoss, somebody bet on de lay!
\Nathaniel\
"Nathaniel sighed, "It appears my mentor has been drinking again."
\Asheika\
"Isn't he much too old for that, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"Believe me my dear, I have seen it many times, once alcohol gets it's teeth firmly sunken into a man, he does not get away. That is precisely why I own several distilleries. Once a man is hooked, I have a customer for life," Nathaniel grinned evilly.
"My late step father, my half brother Matthew Ellis the second, and my mentor the alchemist all have alcoholism in common. The first two were violent drunks, thankfully the alchemist is a philosophical drunk, though he can get a bit insulting. Unlike most drunks who merely think they are profound when drinking, my mentor has made some notable observations and discoveries while under the influence. Unfortunately, he often doesn't remember what he said or did the next morning."
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Nate! I've done it! Come see my jewels! Hahehehe"
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel went to the window and took a moment to disengage the security and locks so he could open it. He leaned out and looked down at Alchemist Jallan far below. The man was naked accept for a tattered lab coat and was seated backwards on a stallion's bare back. The horse seemed to be nearly as gassed as the alchemist.
"What is it Master Jallan?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Its a lipid! It's a JEWEL of a discovery hahehehe."
\Nathaniel\
"It's probably nothing, on the other hand, if he has made a discovery... We should go down and humor him. For this very reason, I bred him a boy with high dexterity and an absolutely phenomenal memory. A little too phenomenal, actually, the boy suffers symptoms because he cannot forget. He keeps to himself, stays in the lab mostly. He has been absolutely invaluable to that old man."
\Narration\
A few minutes later, Nathaniel and Asheika walked out into the yard below the tall formation of rock that housed Nathaniel's labs. By this time the alchemist was off the horse. He took a swig from a beaker he was carrying and then held it up to the stallion's lips and tilted it back. "Ah, that'll do ya!"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Thenaniel! Good of you to halve come down. Noww whad was I going to show you?"
\Nathaniel\
"You said you had made a discovery, something about a fat, a lipid."
\Alchemist Jallan\
"A lipid?"
\Nathaniel\
"You said it was a jewel of a discovery."
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Ooooh, fat JEWELS, yes come Nate I will show you." The alchemist lifted the mage light pendant he was wearing around his neck to his eye and lifted the shutter. He blinked.
"Psst, down here," The alchemist pulled Nathaniel's shoulder until they were both hunkered down peering between the rear legs of the stallion.
"Fat, jewels," The alchemist said, hefting the horses balls in one hand as he held the light with the other. "Damn those are big! Wouldn't you like to have those? We could graft 'em on ya, then you could keep up with your slave girl for sure!"
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel rolled his eyes, "That's your discovery, stallion balls?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Yes! Well he's got one hellova cock too, we could put that on ya as well, but it won't do a damn thing for your gladiators unless you want to pork them up the rear."
\Nathaniel\
"But his balls will?" Nathaniel asked dubiously.
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Sure as hell will! That's where the lipid comes from, Ssstallion balls. Jallan took Nathaniel's hand and pushed it up under the horse's jewels. Nice heft to em, eh?"
\Nathaniel\
"Uh, yes they are big, but how will they help my gladiators?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"I told you, that's where the lipid comes from. You know Thenaniel, I really don't know how you lasted as my apprentice. You are pretty dull in the noggin. The lipid talks, it's the voice of those great big balls."
\Nathaniel\
"A glob of fat talks?" Nathaniel looked perplexed
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder what it says."
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Ffirst intelligent question I've had all evening. My lady, you are in the wrong business. With tits like that, you should be an alchemist."
\Nathaniel\
"Okay Jallan, what does the lipid say!?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Well don't get testy, hhhhah! Did you get it?"
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel groaned.
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Oh all right, all right, for those of you with balls for brains, not mentioning any names of course, Thenanial, I will give you the kindergarten version."
"See the balls? Give 'em a squeeze."
\Nathaniel\
"Jallan!"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"I'm telling you boy, they're not going to talk if you don't squeeze 'em. Just don't squeeze 'em too hard or my drunken friend here will kick you into next week."
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel rolled his eyes and gave the stallion's balls a squeeze.
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Now listen! Hear their little voice, the lipid, as it goes out into the blood. It says, 'I'm a stallion! I got a cock a yard long! I am butch! I am muscle bound! fear me!'"
\Nathaniel\
"What?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Smooch your lips right up there, son, I think the shit you're using for brains needs replacement."
\Nathaniel\
"But Jallan, what has this got to do with my gladiators?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Well you sssaid you wanted that little biddy sample you gave me analyzed for sssecret ingredients, didn't you? You sssaid it was better the less I knew about where it came from. All you told me was that it was an injectable gladiator formula. Well there wasn't any magic in it, you checked that, and then you gave it to your fffucking old alchemist. The alchemist weaved from side to side.
\Nathaniel\
"The lipid was in the formula?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Wake up and sssmell the alcohol dim bulb, thad's what I have been talking aboud for the last fifteen minutes! The lipid in the balls is the lipid in the formula. It's a lipid with a sterol in it, some kind of chemical messenger from the pair of ductless glands called the t-testicles. The human balls probably make sssomething very similar. and I suppose we could use a name for the whole class of little, lipid chemical messengers. Lets call them steroids, shall we Thenaniel? It's sssimple, it's direct, and you probably won't even ffforget the name."
\Nathaniel\
"Steroids? Can you produce them, or harvest them from stallions?"
\Alchemist Jallan\
"Of course not! I am drunk, ask me when I'm sober. C'mon Jewels, lets you and me see if we can find some mares. Get a little booze in 'em and you never know," Jallan winked at the horse and took his halter. The two of them staggered in the general direction of the stables.
\Asheika\
"What was he talking about, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"A formula a friend of a friend lifted from Lord Caezal's training camp. He uses it on all of his gladiators. I have long thought the man had an ace up his sleeve. His gladiators have incredible muscular development. If Jallan is right, these steroids he has discovered are the key to that muscular development. I guess it makes sense. Men tend to have greater muscle mass than women, and this chemical comes from the male organs."
/ Nathaniel/
"Well, my pet, it wasn't his greatest drunken breakthrough, but I'd certainly put it in his top ten. I am very glad I decided not to ignore him."
\Asheika\
"But massa, he found the secret to Lord Caezal's success, what could be greater than that?"
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel smiled, "Do not underestimate the alchemist, my pet. The only reason he is not practicing at a world class magical school or under a grand wizard is that he is a drunkard. He is really overqualified to have been working for my father. Jallan's raw magical talent is quite low or he would be a wizard, but as an alchemist, he has few peers." Nathaniel opened the door to the laboratory complex, closed it after Asheika had come through, and engaged security. He continued talking as they started back to the sample room.
"If I had to give first prize to a drunken discovery, it would have to be the sovereign speed potion. I was his young apprentice at the time but I still remember it. I still have my notes detailing the parts of the potion I compounded for my mentor. It was a complex potion with some unusual ingredients. He had managed to score some rare ingredients so we were able to make a batch of healing, and a batch of invulnerability or heroism potions, I forget which. In any case, he was able to find buyers for most of them and plowed a certain amount of the money into his ongoing research on longevity potions, but then he got interested in speed potions as a way to study magical aging, and a way to get insights on how to reverse aging, or at least stave it off. Consequently, he was researching in at least two directions at once, which is often not advisable, but that's alchemist Jallan for you. He is a very curious man and often goes in three directions at once, but sometimes he has the insight to make them all converge in a brilliant discovery. The speed potion was one such occasion."
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder what the potion did, massa, just make you go fast?"
\Nathaniel\
"Very fast, my pet, and more. It solved some of the problems that normally plague speed potions. Unfortunately the fool got all excited and decided he had to try it out on a human right away. He wandered out into the slave pens and made a woman drink it. I don't believe he knew it, but she was pregnant.
\Asheika\
"Asheika wrinkled her brow, a girl might wonder what became of the woman, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
She was speeded, of course, but after the potion eventually wore off, we found that the potion had damaged her metabolism badly. She was no good as a field hand after that, such a pity the drunken alchemist ruined a perfectly good hand. The astonishing effect was not on her, but rather on her offspring. He was speeded all right, he was four years old six months after he was born. At first his speeded mother took care of him, but his care became more difficult when the potion wore off her. He was incredible, however, so Jallan found a way to keep him fed and alive."
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder if he lived, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"Indeed he did. The potion wore off when he was around six months, or four years old, depending on how you look at it. Alchemist Jallan and Overseer Grady did some further experimentation on him trying to figure out what exactly the potion had done, and how it worked. Jallan had, of course, not written down the full recipe for the potion because he was smashed when he made the most important changes."
"The really interesting effects did not manifest until the child was just about to reach puberty. He began to exhibit incredible bursts of speed. Luckily, the first one scared him nearly as much as it did the rest of us, so he caused little mischief. Otherwise he probably could have dispatched all the guards on the estate in a few minutes and made his escape. I was around eighteen then, and I could actually cast a few spells. I was able to do the detect magic spell on the speeding boy and found that he was indeed magical, which was not surprising, but before that time I had only been able to practice the spell on potions."
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder if he is still here, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"No, my pet. He may have been a child, but he was no dummy. Jallan wanted to run test after test on the boy, of course, to figure out what was causing the bursts of speed. The alchemist's tests were not always the most pleasant things to deal with. The Overseer had the boy chained up but he was able to escape during one of his bursts of speed."
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder if he were ever seen again, massa?"
\Nathaniel\
"No, he wasn't, and there's no way to tell if he still lives, my pet. If he does, he is far away from here."
\Ashieka\
"Did massa ever find out how the speed potion worked?"
\Nathaniel\
"Jallan and I were later able to make some very good speed potions, but we have never quite duplicated that one. It's best effect was not on the drinker, but rather the drinker's offspring, and the exact recipe was unknown. In addition it did not wear off but granted a permanent and rather dangerous power. These things made it impossible to duplicate, and not practical enough to be worth putting a lot of time into in the first place. Our speed potion research concentrated on more practical potions."
"We have achieved potions that create the same kind of time dilation. In other words If you were to drink one of Jallan's potions your perception of time would change, and if it were an 8x potion you would do everything at eight times normal speed. You would lay down and sleep for eight hours, but to everyone else, you would have only slept one hour. You would run eight times as fast as normal, and you would age eight times the normal speed. On the other hand, everyone else would seem like they were going very slow, and your life would be relatively normal except for a few things." Nathaniel and Asheika entered the sample lab and Nathaniel closed the door behind them.
\Asheika\
"What things massa."
\Nathaniel\
"Let me demonstrate, my pet. Nathaniel sat down in a chair. Lie over my knees."
\Asheika\
"Yes massa."
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel lifted his girl's dress and slid her purple silk panties down her legs to the floor. "Let us say I was an old man and you had been naughty. I could give you a very slow spank like so.
\Asheika\
"That was a spank, massa? A girl felt more like a flat handed touch."
\Nathaniel\
"Well my hand was going rather slowly, my pet. Remember, I'm playing an old man."
\Asheika\
"Yes massa."
\Nathaniel\
"Now lets say I take one of alchemist Jallan's 2x speed potions. I now notice that you are moving rather as slowly as this old man, of course you really haven't changed your speed, but I have. Now lets say you are naughty again, and I give you a spank." Pat--pat.
\Asheika\
"A girl felt more like a pat, massa."
\Nathaniel\
"Well yes, but it was twice as fast as the first one. Now consider if I had drunk a 4x speed potion instead. Splap --Splap -- Splap -- Splap."
\Asheika\
"I guess a girl could call that a spank, massa."
\Nathaniel\
"Well it was twice as fast as the pat, and remember I'm playing an old man, but imagine if I had taken an 8x potion."
Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!-Slap!
\Asheika\
"Ooo! Oou!... Ooo! Massa that stings. Massa did that ten times not eight."
\Nathaniel\
"Nathaniel chuckled, "I may be playing an old man, my dear, but I'm not dead. I got rather mesmerized watching your magnificent cheeks wiggle from the impact. It's really quite erotic. You have such a ripe, extravagant derriere, I do believe I could slap it with the entirety of my strength and never bruise you, my pet. Now what was I talking about?"
\Asheika\
"The speed potion, massa."
\Nathaniel\
"Ah, yes," Nathaniel began massaging his girl's rump. "I am sure you noticed that the 8x potion was much more painful than no potion at all. The point is, if you speed things up, the human body remains as fragile as it was to begin with. Imagine walking into a wall, you would feel like a fool, but it probably would not hurt very badly. Now imagine running into a wall. You would be hurt pretty badly. Now if your run is eight times the speed of your walk, that means the person on the 8x potion would sustain the same injuries from walking into that wall as you would from running into it. You might have to put pads on all your walls just to be safe if you were living at eight times the normal rate. Also it is much more difficult to change direction when moving rapidly, this is a product of something we call inertia."
\Asheika\
"Massa, a girl knows pen 84 had pads on the walls, and it hurt to walk into them, lots more than running into the padded wall of the coach, and it's so easy to be dexterous and change directions in the big world compared to the pen."
\Nathaniel\
"You are indeed astute, my pet, but that's not surprising since many of your intellectual traits, and your rather low raw magical talent come from Jallan."
\Asheika\
"You put traits from a white man in me?"
\Nathaniel\
"Indeed, the race is immaterial as long as the trait is outstanding. Some of your memory traits come from a Chinese herbalist I had the pleasure of meeting at an alchemist's convention. You are truly a cosmopolitan woman."
\Asheika\
"A girl might wonder how her master got this Chinaman's seed?"
\Nathaniel\
"You never would have known it, but my slave girl found out that, behind closed doors, he liked black women's bottoms nearly as much as I do," Nathaniel chuckled.
\Asheika\
"But massa, pen 84, was like you are talking about. It is so much harder to hurt yourself in the big world than it was in there. A girl wonders if she was speeded?"
\Nathaniel\
"Indeed you were, my pet, though like all magical feats, you are not to talk about this to anyone but me. Pen 84, could also be translated 8x speed, pen 4."
\Asheika\
"But massa, I grew up there for sixteen years."
\Nathaniel\
"True, you had your playmates and teachers and everything within the interior of the windowless padded compound known as pen 84. With the exception of a few discrepancies like hurting yourself more readily, and not being able to go outside, you had a fairly normal childhood. Actually, for a slave, a rather privileged childhood. Very few slaves ever learn to read, let alone read several languages, musical scores and works on choreography."
\Asheika\
Uohmmm, Asheika moaned as Nathaniel continued to massage her lush butt. "Massa if that was an eight times pen and I was there sixteen years, then only two years passed for you in the real world."
\Nathaniel\
"My pet, you are not only brilliant, you are quite juicy. I noticed that spanking started the honey running, and the massage afterwards hasn't hurt either. Maybe Jallan was right, with a cunny this sweet, you are a natural alchemist. Sit up on the edge of the desk." Nathaniel lifted Asheika to the desk moving her dress out of the way once again. "You are so succulent, I must eat you."
\Asheika\
Asheika sat on the edge of the desk and her master knelt before her. It was a novel position for a slave girl. "Massa, is the pen 84 potion the same, uoooh, as the sovereign one?"
\Nathaniel\
Nathaniel teased his girl with his tongue. "The sovereign was better, at least for the boy, but the effects of the pen 84 potion resemble his initial sustained burst of speed as an infant. He did not seem to age abnormally from his pre-teen bursts of speed. It could be that the alchemist formulated the potion so that some anti-aging component was speeded by the speed component, thus the faster one went, the slower one would age. The rapid aging caused by the speeding would be perfectly counterbalanced so that the individual would age at a normal real-world pace. On the other hand, I cannot imagine how it might have kept his development into a teenager from happening more rapidly even if it prevented the wear of aging. There are many things about the sovereign potion that do not make sense to me as yet." Nathaniel delved deeply into Asheika's honey pot, then played his tongue along her girl-shaft.
\Asheika\
Asheika moaned and shuddered with pleasure. The sensation was almost too intense.
\Nathaniel\
"Speeded anti-aging would prevent the aging problem that is present in even the best formulations we have developed since that time. Indeed we have taken years just to make it so that aging is at the same multiple of speed as the potion. In earlier versions a person might age considerably faster than the number of times normal speed they were moving. Even today, the potion can cause very rapid aging in older individuals. It works best when the person is started on it as a baby and use is continuous after that time. It is not something one lightly goes on and off of. With the sovereign potion, rapid aging would not occur. Nathaniel's tongue delved deeply then returned to mingling with his girl's throbbing nubbin. His voice was muffled between her exquisite thighs.
"I can not be sure, but Jallan may also have mixed in some of the ingredients used in heroism or invulnerability potions, and if he managed to get those ingredients to interact with the speed the way I believe the anti-aging component did, then the faster one went, the tougher one would become, so that, to one degree or another, the speed would not be quite so deadly in as far as what falls and crashes would do to a person. I cannot be sure that was how the sovereign was formulated, but something kept the infant boy from inadvertently killing himself. We have formulated potions with a toughening component, but they are more expensive and we have had trouble making that component last as long as the speed component. I believe the true genius of the sovereign potion was in the way the speed component may have intensified the effects of the other components. We have never been able to fully duplicate that effect, though we are working on it. On the other hand, given that the potion wore off and then speed effects were seen again much later, what we may have been seeing was a magically gifted child's adaptation to the potion, in which case we could never truly duplicate its effects, even if we wanted to."
\Asheika\
"But massa, a girl might wonder how the child could use his magic unschooled and before he was even born?"
\Nathaniel\
"There's no question that the child was speeded by the potion originally, but the potion was magic, like a very complex and intricate spell. It was introduced to the child while still in utero. If we assume the child had high raw magical talent, as yet unschooled of course, the potion may have shaped his talent so that it eventually took up where the potion left off. For instance if I were to put some rapidly vibrating object against your pleasure nub for a protracted period..." Nathaniel vibrated his tongue.
\Asheika\
Asheika moaned.
\Nathaniel\
"Mmm, actually It would need to be Something with even more vibration than my tongue, but It would feel as if it were still vibrating for some time after I took the object away. The nerves would have become schooled to feel that certain way, to just keep blindly sending the response after the stimulus was gone. Luckily the body would eventually reset the nerves, but magical talent sympathetically shaped by such a powerful potion as the sovereign at such an early age while the nervous system was still forming might become a feature of the individual and keep operating indefinitely. It is hard to say how some potions become permanent, but it is a very rare occurrence indeed. Now my pet, if you don't mind, I have work to do on a rather intriguing feature between your thighs...
\Asheika\
Asheika's moans echoed through the room for quite some time.
The story continues in [Pedigree]008 Obstacles In The Path
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