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Taerin, sul'dam. No "M" content.

The sun was burning hot, giving no-one a moment of rest from its glare. But that didn't affect the damane, or most of them. They were still new where it came to training, only a couple of months old, but already most of them managed to ignore the heat.

There were those who showed their misery and the sul'dam tried furiously to calm them, but it was useless for the most of it. The most they could do was to make the damane sit still and just ignore their hard breathing, freely flowing sweat and sulking face. The fact that the damane were clothed in the opaque robes of da'covale and the sun shone straight through didn't help the situation. Occasionally a gentle breeze blew through the courtyard, but that was as much of help as anyone could expect.

Taerin stood behind her damane somewhat anxious. Everyone knew why they were here, for the lord Turythek to select new damane for his personal guard, or entourage as some liked to call it. But some of them knew what that entourage really did. The lord only chose the pretty and the beautiful damane for his entourage, caring little of their actual power in the battle, and that only strengthened the rumors. That the lord was fucking his damane.

Of course the damane were only animals and property and to be done with as the lord saw fit, but fucking an animal? Still, he was the lord and they were only rumors. It wasn't like he was bragging about it in the court, and he was very powerful. What did it matter what he did with his damane? Nothing. Some lords had equally weird, if more acceptable, cravings. As long as he ruled well, it was his business what he did inside his walls.

And there was the reward. Any sul'dam who managed to produce a damane worthy of the lords attention were given rewards. The time was short and you needed a good damane to start with, behavior could be corrected, but if you were left with broken nosed damane who used to be bar wench, you had already lost.

"This is absurd" Taerin heard from her right. Her longtime friend and fellow sul'dam Maergan stood there.

"It is the lords will, who are we to question him?" Taerin replied feeling little uneasy herself.

"We could tell the seekers." Maergan said, her voice devoid of any real hope of that happening. They both knew where this would lead, they had had the same conversation earlier this day.

"Oh, and where do you suppose you find one? There are already rumors going about the lords 'needs' and if the seekers haven't come by know, it only means that they don't care." Maergan looked displeased and the damane in front of her seemed to shiver. Either she was taking it out on her, or the damane was just aware of her mistress's displeasure. Taerin moved her gaze to her "own" damane. She really wasn't hers yet, they were only given them for training, but she regarded the damane as her own none the less.

She knew she had a winning horse this time. Tami, her damane, was really stunning creature. She had paid some money to confirm her doubts that she had born into some small noble family, of course the collar excluded no-one, and now she was a damane, and pretty good one too. She stayed there, head lower to the ground like a good damane and was absolutely motionless. There was no need for her to move.

"I heard the lord gives them prettier clothes to wear than we have." Maergan growled frustrated next to her.

"Look who's talking. You clothe your cat to pink and red." Taerin snorted amused.

"But that's completely different. She's just so adorable and cute." Maergan objected.

"And you are saying that my Tami isn't cute? You have to admit, there is a resemblance there." Taerin said, pleased at her own abilities to reason. She didn't need any distractions now, not when her price was so close.

"But at least I'm not fucking my cat." Maergan said, one last time, now completely resigned to the matter.

"Point taken dear, now shush. The lord is coming." Taerin said and quickly checked her clothing. Finding it in perfect order she concentrated on her damane to make sure she behaved properly.