Aethera’s Secret By Arealius The Sailor, of Port Olni

 

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Aethera’s Secret

By Arealius The Sailor, of Port Olni

As I sat at my desk, quill in hand, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. High Scribe Thorold's interest in Aethera, my High Kajira, had grown more pronounced. Thorold's eyes would gleam with intensity whenever she was near.

Yesterday, Thorold summoned me to his chambers, his voice low and menacing. "Torvik, I require your discretion. I wish to acquire Aethera's services. Privately."

My heart sank. Thorold's intentions were clear: he desired Aethera for his own pleasure, likely to indulge in the sensual delights High Kajirae are trained to provide. I knew better than to refuse Thorold outright, but I stalled, citing concerns about potential repercussions.

Thorold sneered. "

I chose my words carefully, attempting to decline Thorold's proposal without arousing his ire. "High Scribe Thorold, I understand your interest in Aethera. However, as her Master, I am responsible for her well-being and safety. Allowing her to attend you privately could compromise both."

Thorold's expression turned glacial, his voice dripping with menace. "Torvik, do not test my patience. Your loyalty is to me and the Council of Captains, not to this Kajira. I suggest you reconsider."

My heart racing, I realized Thorold would stop at nothing to claim Aethera. I needed to protect her, even if it meant defying Thorold. Summoning courage, I replied, "With respect, High Scribe Thorold, my decision stands. Aethera will not be made available for your private... indulgences."

The air seemed to thicken as Thorold's gaze bore into mine. I awaited his wrath, prepared for consequences. 

But then, his demeanor shifted – a cold calculation replaced anger. "Very well, Torvik. This discussion is... tabled. For now."

As I stood firm against Thorold's demands, I knew I had to educate him on the proper protocols governing Kajirae usage in our Gorean city-state. "High Scribe Thorold, you should know in Port Kar, High Caste individuals typically rent Kajirae through established channels – reputable slave houses or licensed procurers. Private arrangements like the one you propose are... unconventional and potentially troublesome." I paused, ensuring he understood the nuances. "In our city, Kajirae are rented for specific – entertainment, companionship, or domestic service – with clear boundaries and compensation for their Masters. Private use, especially without proper contracts or oversight, risks offending a slave’s Master and violating Gorean norms."

Thorold's eyes narrowed, but I continued, "High Scribe, as a member of the high castes, you should know that abusing these protocols could damage your reputation and influence. The Council of Captains themselves might take notice of such indiscretions."

My words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the intricate social hierarchy and expectations governing our city-state. Thorold's expression remained unreadable, but I sensed a glimmer of understanding – or perhaps merely a strategic retreat.

Thorold's demeanor shifted abruptly, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. "Enough of this formalities nonsense, Torvik. We're not discussing some commercial transaction in a market square. This is between friends... coworkers. You and I have worked together for years, and I'm asking a favor – a personal courtesy."

His eyes blazed with intensity, daring me to refuse. "Do not hide behind protocols and slave laws. Aethera's services are not being 'rented' or 'purchased.' I am asking you, as a friend, to lend me her... companionship. For a night. Or two."

Thorold's words hung in the air like a challenge, implying that refusal would jeopardize our working relationship and friendship. His tone suggested that denying him would be a personal affront, rather than a legitimate protection of Aethera's well-being. I felt the weight of his expectation, the implied threat lurking beneath his words.

I stood firm against Thorold's demands, despite the weight of his expectation bearing down upon me. "Thorold, I understand this is a personal request, but I must prioritize Aethera's well-being and safety. I fear for the consequences if she were to... disappoint you."

Thorold's expression turned glacial, his voice low and menacing. "Consequences, Torvik? You should fear consequences – for yourself. Defy me, and your reputation will suffer. I'll ensure whispers of disloyalty reach the Council of Captains’ ears. You'll be relegated to undesirable tasks, forced to work with scoundrels. Perhaps even... worse."

My heart sank, knowing Thorold's threats were far from idle. He could destroy my reputation, compromise my safety, and even target Aethera or my servants. Yet, I remained resolute, driven by my duty to protect and growing affection for Aethera.

"I understand the risks, Thorold," I said, my voice steady. "But I will not compromise Aethera's safety for personal favors or fear of reprisal. Scribes have honor too that the Captains’ will surely recognize that I am exercising for what is mine. Thorold's eyes flashed with anger, and for an instant, I wondered if I had sealed my fate.

My resolve hardened, I met Thorold's glare with unwavering determination. "Enough threats, Thorold. I've made my position clear: Aethera will not be lent to you like some paga-den girl. Her well-being and safety are paramount, and I will not compromise them for your indulgence or to avoid your wrath."

My voice rose, unyielding. "You may have influence, Thorold, but I will not be intimidated. Threaten my reputation, withhold information, assign me undesirable tasks – do your worst. I will still refuse your request. Aethera is under my protection and ownership, and I will not betray that trust for anyone – including you."

Thorold's face reddened with rage, his fists clenched at his sides. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as he struggled to contain his fury. For a moment, I thought he might lash out physically, but then his expression transformed into a cold, calculating mask. "This isn't over, Torvik," he hissed, turning to leave. "Not by a long measure."

I returned to my household, seeking counsel from those I trusted most. In the dimly lit kitchen, Tharius, my grizzled steward, polished a copper pot with a white cloth, his eyes narrowing as I approached. Naida, our young tower kajira, sat nearby, peeling vegetables with trembling hands, her gaze fixed on the floor. Aethera stood by the window, her silhouette graceful as she gazed out into the evening.

"Tharius, Naida, I need your discretion," I began, my voice low. "A situation involving Aethera has arisen. High Scribe Thorold desires her... companionship. Privately."

Tharius's expression turned grim, his eyes flicking to Aethera before returning to mine. "Trouble, Master. Thorold's not a man to trifle with." Naida's hands stilled, her eyes wide with fear as she glanced at Aethera, who remained serene.

Aethera herself turned from the window, her gaze meeting mine. "Master, I sense tension. Pray tell, what concerns my presence has stirred?" Her voice was melodious, but Tharius's scowl deepened.

"High Scribe Thorold's interest, Aethera," I replied. "Tharius, what counsel do you offer? How should I proceed?"

Tharius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Master, protecting Aethera is paramount. But refusing Thorold outright... perilous. Perhaps a middle path exists?" Naida nodded vigorously, still wide-eyed.

Aethera stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Master, permit me. I may have insight into High Scribe Thorold's desires... and how to navigate this delicate situation." Her words hung in the air, prompting me to consider her unique perspective.

Aethera's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze piercing as she spoke in a low, sultry tone. "Master, I sense High Scribe Thorold's desire for me stems not only from lust but also from a desire to claim power over you, through me. By accepting his proposal, I could... infiltrate his inner circle, gather intel on his true intentions and alliances."

Her words hung in the air like a tantalizing promise, revealing a cunning mind beneath her captivating beauty. Tharius's eyes widened in surprise, while Naida looked on with a mixture of fear and fascination.

Aethera continued, her voice dripping with persuasion. "Together, Master, we could turn Thorold's desire into an opportunity. I would attend him, gathering information, while maintaining the illusion of obedience. Meanwhile, you would appear to have agreed to his demands, protecting your reputation and household."

My mind reeled as Aethera's true intentions unfolded. She sought to use her charms not only to protect herself but to manipulate Thorold and benefit our household. The question remained: could I trust her loyalty, or was this merely a clever ruse?

As Aethera's words hung in the air, I sensed a hint of guardedness beneath her persuasive tone. Tharius, ever vigilant, noticed it too – his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her.

"Aethera, your plan seems... calculated," I said, choosing my words carefully. "But what secrets do you hide? What drives your desire to infiltrate Thorold's inner circle?"

Aethera's expression remained serene, but a flicker of tension danced in her eyes. For an instant, I glimpsed something hidden beneath her polished facade – a hint of fear, loyalty, or perhaps a deeper allegiance?

"My past, Master," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "A past tied to the very shadows Thorold manipulates. My family... was once embroiled in his web of intrigue. I seek revenge, Master – or redemption – by undermining his power from within."

Tharius's grip on his polishing cloth tightened, his eyes locked intensely on Aethera. Naida's gaze remained wide with wonder. I leaned forward, my heart racing with curiosity – what secrets lay hidden in Aethera's mysterious past?

Aethera's eyes seemed to cloud over, as if memories long suppressed threatened to surface. Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the crackling of the kitchen fire.

"My sister, Lirien... she was taken by Thorold's High Scribes. Sold into slavery, lost forever. My family, once respected members of the Merchant Caste, was ruined by Thorold's machinations. My father, dead; mother, mad with grief."

Aethera's composure cracked, revealing a deep well of pain and anger. Tharius's expression turned grim, Naida's eyes welled up with tears.

"But there is more, Master," Aethera continued, her voice laced with venom. "I was trained, groomed for my current role... by Thorold's own allies. My skills, my beauty – all cultivated to serve his interests. Until I was sold to you, Master... my only escape."

The kitchen fell silent, the weight of Aethera's secrets crushing. Tharius's eyes locked onto mine, questioning – how much of Aethera's loyalty was truly mine, and how much was driven by her desire for revenge against Thorold?

Aethera's eyes flashed with defensiveness, as if expecting my next question. "Master, do not think my past can be used against me. My desire for revenge burns deeply, but my loyalty to you... is genuine."

Yet, Tharius's thoughtful expression suggested otherwise. He leaned forward, voice low. "Master, Aethera's past could be leverage – for Thorold or others. If he discovers her true identity, her sister's fate... he might use that against her. Against us."

Aethera's composure faltered, her gaze darting wildly around the kitchen. For an instant, I glimpsed fear – fear of being exposed, fear of losing control. Naida placed a timid hand on Aethera's arm, as if sensing her distress.

I realized Tharius was right; Aethera's past could be a double-edged sword – fueling her determination or leaving her vulnerable to manipulation. How could I protect her, and ourselves, from those who might exploit her secrets?

Aethera's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze intense. "Master, my loyalty extends to protecting you, your household, and our interests. I will infiltrate Thorold's circle, gather intel, and prevent harm from coming to us."

Tharius nodded thoughtfully, his expression suggesting he believed her. Naida looked up at Aethera with admiration.

But I pressed further, seeking clarity. "And what of personal sacrifice, Aethera? Would you put yourself in harm's way to safeguard our household?"

Aethera's response was immediate. "Yes, Master. My training, my past – all have prepared me for this role. I will endure whatever necessary to protect you and our interests."

Her words conveyed conviction, but I sensed a hint of reservation – a faint suggestion that her loyalty, though strong, might not be absolute. What unseen boundaries or conditions might limit her devotion?

A clever observation. As Aethera's Master, I hold a modest position as a mid-level scribe, wielding limited influence in Port Kar's treacherous landscape. However, confronting High Scribe Thorold through Aethera's infiltration might elevate my status by association – if Thorold falls or is compromised.

Aethera's words echoed in my mind: "Master, if Thorold's power is undermined, his allies and patrons might seek new affiliations... with those who aided in his downfall. Your influence, though modest now, could grow significantly."

By proxy, my household's safety and prestige could increase, attracting powerful patrons and protecting us from Port Kar's deadly intrigues. The prospect of rising through the ranks, even indirectly, tantalized me – a senior scribe's influence could be within grasp if Thorold's downfall creates a power vacuum.

Tharius nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with strategic thinking. Naida looked on, hope flickering in her expression. Aethera's plan might just forge an unlikely path to power and security in Port Kar's merciless hierarchy.

Aethera's eyes sparkled with intensity as she sensed my deliberation tipping in her favor. Her voice took on a sultry, conspiratorial tone, drawing me in.

"Master, since you seem inclined to trust my plan, permit me to enlighten you on the specifics of Thorold's downfall. Let us retire to our private quarters, where discretion and comfort entwine like lovers."

She rose gracefully, her movements fluid as she glided towards the doorway leading to our apartment's inner sanctum. Tharius and Naida discreetly withdrew, leaving us alone.

Aethera's hand extended, inviting me to follow her into the intimate space. Soft candlelight and plush furnishings awaited, promising a cozy ambiance for strategic whispers and forbidden knowledge.

"Come, Master," she whispered, her breath teasing my ear. "Let me reveal the tactics that will bring Thorold to his knees... and elevate our household to unprecedented heights."

(( Editor's Note:

In the Gorean subculture, inspired by John Norman's Gor novels, a Freeman's relationship with his kajirae (slave girls) is rooted in a complex, hierarchical, and often romanticized vision of master-slave dynamics. The Freeman, a free man in Gorean society, holds a position of authority and dominance over his kajirae. This relationship is characterized by a deep sense of ownership, responsibility, and, ideally, affection and loyalty.

Privately owned kajirae are slaves who belong to a Freeman for his personal pleasure and service. The relationship between a Freeman and his privately owned kajirae is often depicted as intimate and personal. The kajirae are expected to serve their master in all ways, including domestic duties, companionship, and sensual pleasure. In return, the Freeman is expected to provide for their needs, protect them, and, in many cases, offer them affection and care.

The dynamics of this relationship can vary widely depending on the individuals involved and the specific Gorean community or household. However, core to this relationship is the understanding of dominance and submission. The Freeman holds complete authority over his kajirae, who are expected to obey him without question. This relationship is not merely about power but also about mutual support and, often, deep emotional connection.
In Gorean society, a Freeman may loan his kajirae to another Freeman as a sign of friendship, respect, or to seal an alliance. This loan is typically temporary and is considered a great honor. The receiving Freeman is expected to treat the kajirae with respect and care, adhering to the terms of the loan agreement. Loaning a kajirae can strengthen bonds between Free Men and demonstrate their trust in one another.

Kajirae who are used commercially, often found in taverns or pleasure houses, occupy a different position within the Gorean hierarchy. These slaves are typically owned by establishments or entrepreneurs rather than individual Freemans. Their primary function is to serve customers, providing entertainment, companionship, and sensual pleasure.

Renting kajirae, on the other hand, is more of a commercial arrangement. A Freeman may rent his kajirae to another individual, often for a specific period or purpose, such as an event or celebration. This practice is less common among private kajirae but can occur. The terms of the rental, including the duration, conditions, and compensation, are usually negotiated between the parties involved.

Considerations and Customs

When loaning or renting kajirae, several considerations and customs come into play:

Consent: The kajirae's consent is often not required, as they are expected to obey their master's will. However, some modern Gorean practitioners emphasize the importance of the kajirae's consent and well-being.
Respect and Care: The borrowing or renting party is expected to treat the kajirae with respect and care, adhering to any specific instructions or requirements set by the owner.
Compensation: In cases of rental, compensation may be exchanged, which can take various forms, such as goods, services, or coin.
Duration and Terms: The duration and terms of the loan or rental are typically agreed upon in advance, including any specific expectations or limitations.

Conclusion

The relationship between a Gorean Freeman and his kajirae, whether privately owned or commercially used, is complex and multifaceted. It is characterized by dominance and submission, ownership and service, but also by ideals of mutual respect, affection, and loyalty. The status of kajirae within Gorean society is that of slaves or property, yet within the dynamics of their relationships, they can hold positions of deep emotional significance and value. ))