Katrusya was the daughter of the Slaver Vedor, whose reputation was respected throughout the realm. She was the twin sister of katrina, their bond going far beyond the normal sibling relationship.

Vedor rose the two girls from the moment they were born, as their mother, a former pleasure slave, had died in child birth. Vedor found that raising children and keeping his business up to scratch was difficult indeed.

The girls grew older, taking an almost obsessive interest in the work of their father. They would hide and watch as hordes of pretty women were led into the camp and put through their paces, only to see them leave soon after with many strange Men.

As the children grew to understand what it was their father was doing, he took it upon himself to train them in the ways of his trade. In no time at all katrusya and katrina were no longer young girls, but proficient young women, knowledgeable in slave training, and more than capable of defending themselves.

It was the day before Vedor was to travel to the Sardar for the fair. Something happened that day that would change all their lives forever...

Katrusya and katrina were inspecting the latest batch of slaves that their father had bought that morning. Whilst putting them through their paces and appraising their form katrusya heard her father's voice, "Kayti hide!" katrusya, shocked at his tone, knew instantly something was wrong, trusting him completely she hid under the furs in the corner of the slave pen, pulling her startled sister with her.

The girls listened in fear for the people they loved, as bandits raided the camp. They heard the slaves scream as they were beaten and raped before being tied over the backs of tarns.

Katrusya was almost in tears as she imagined what kind of destruction awaited her if she survived. Lying quiet she heard a sound that would haunt her soul until the day she died. The sound of her father's mournful cry as his throat was slit. Hey lay on the ground, blood pouring from the open wound, gasping for breath as he choked on his own blood. He was left lying there to die.

Katrusya lay where she was for a while, clinging tightly to katrina. Tears cascading down her cheeks, fearful to breathe, fearful for her own and her sister's lives.

Knowing their father was gone the girls lay there, ahns must have passed before they finally dared to crawl from the furs. Why, they were unsure, but unwilling to question, fate had shined on the twins that afternoon, the bandits had gone yet they had remained undiscovered.

Standing in the centre of the slavepen the girls clung together and surveyed the destruction of their father's camp. Outside the door just visible lay the guards, almost sleeping peacefully, yet katrusya knew it was no slumber.

Tears falling freely, mingling together as the girls held each other close, the devestation around them finally sinking in. Katrusya shook herself unsteadily from her sister, kissing her nose gently she took katrina's hand and led her back to the furs. Silently they each took a corner of a larl pelt and dragged it as best they could to their father's body. Covering his sleeping form each girl laid a kiss to his forehead, his eyes pressed shut by their fingertips before covering him completely, fresh talendars placed upon the makeshift grave.

Their lives shattered, their father gone, knowing each other were the only family they had left, the girls moved into their sleeping quarters. Their belongings gathered and their twin daggers safely concealed within their matching robes of blue and yellow, the girls left the slaver's camp and headed towards the bright lights of the nearest town.. Ar...

Not knowing the town, not knowing their surroundings the twins wandered for a while. The way they moved, the grace they held, attracted the attention of many. Unfortunately for the girls it was not wanted attention. While leaving a tavern in one of the main streets of Ar, the girls were ambushed by a drunken slaver. Fortunately for katrusya she escaped the Man's grip, fleeing in fear into the back streets.

Katrina's muffled cries ringing in her ears as she fled, katrusya's fears were soon confirmed, her sister, her only flesh and blood, had been stripped and branded, forced into slavery and sold on the auction block.

Katrusya calmed her breathing, sure she was now safe from those who had taken her sister. She moved quietly from the alley where she hid, finally finding herself upon the steps of the Assassin's guild.

Many say the guild is harsh, many say they associate with none but their own. Katrusya would tell a different story. The members of the guild welcomed her, recognising her natural grace and stealth. Katrusya began her training in the arts of the black caste. Her new life started, katrusya remained in Ar, her past hidden she lived as an unofficial but accepted member of the guild. Her sister never far from her mind she spent her spare time moving from tavern to tavern, searching for her lost half.

On hearing rumours of a new blonde slave serving in a nearby tavern, katrusya ventured inside. She sat for a while watching as slaves entered and left the kitchen. Finally satisfied katrina was not amongst them she poured the final goblet of kalana from the bottle she had purchased. it was then that she saw him. He had an air about him as he moved. Tall and muscular, and his eyes, eyes that burned into her soul. She could not help but watch him over the rim of her goblet. As if by magnet their eyes met and she gasped softly as he approached, taking the furs beside her. She felt as though she were naked, exposed beneath his gaze. He said nothing, simply took her goblet and helped himself to her wine. Katrusya was intruiged and fascinated, what man would have the nerve? Yet her eyes could not leave him and they talked for ahns. It was when he rose, boldly kissing her lips before he left, that she realised she had never asked his name.

Katrusya continued to wander, asking those she knew and those she met about both her sister and the mysterious stranger who had stolen her heart. Rumours about him were told, stories were whispered about the infamous DarkHunter. Katrusya listened intently, wide eyed, unsure whether such things could be true.

Yet almost obsessed with him she continued her search, dismissing bad words to one side as lies. Her search endless from tavern to tavern, her hope of finding him never shattered but slowly diminishing.

Her sister not forgotten, katrusya continued her search for the blonde, blue-eyed half of her soul. Sitting weary in a tavern she glanced up at the sound of bells. Dark eyes lighting up as a barely clad katrina moved across the floor. "Katrina!" she cried, katrina looked up, tears filling her eyes as she whispered, "Master calls a girl arella."

Katrusya did not know what to do, overjoyed at finding her sister again, yet broken hearted to see her plight. Katrusya and katrian spoke for a while, katrusya learning how happy her sister was in her slavehood, how much katrina had missed her, yet how joyous she was in herself and how it felt to submit to a Man and feel his touch. Barely listening katrusya rose to her feet and demanded to see the Inn Keeper. He emerged from the servery, a short fat man with a dirty apron. They spoke for a moment, katrusya expressing her interest in the girl arella. The keeper motioned katrusya to the back room and shut the door behind them.

The details of the following events are still clouded in katrusya's mind. She can remember two men emerging from the shadows, their eyes dark and glinting as they moved closer. Suddenly grabbing her tightly by the arms, her veils were torn from her face. Katrusya tried to scream only to find her veils thrust into her mouth, a makeshirft gag to stifle her noise. Eyes wide and fearful she watched as one of the men took a quiva from his belt, its blade gleamed int he lamp light as it moved closer to her trembling body, expertly stipping her robes to the floor.

Katrusya stood naked before the Men, her arms taken behind her back she was bound by the wrists. Unable to speak the free woman within her glared at the three men, her fists clenching in their bonds.

The men looked at the girl before them and laughed, their amusement briefly forgotten as katrusya was taken by the hair, the grip rough and painful as she was forced to her knees before the Inn Keeper. Katrusya fell forward, her head pushed to the keeper's feet, her mind swimming as her nostrils filled with the unbearable stench radiating from his body.

Finally released back to her knees katrusya knelt in the darkened room, tears streaming down her cheeks as a steel ko`lar was held before her and snapped around her throat with an echoing click. Its weight heavy against her throat she sobbed, the words of the Inn Keeper washing over her head, "your name girl is now johari, the ko`lar you wear is of this Inn, you will learn how to serve, and you will be pleasing, or bear the consequences of disobedience."

Katrusya has blocked out the incidences that followed, it is remarkable how the brain does that to pain. Grateful to be with her sister, she learnt how to serve, how to move, how to dance and how to please Men. Used and often beaten, days turned into weeks and into months, never truly happy as her heart still yearned for the man with the silvery gaze, the one they called DarkHunter.

Time passed, eventually, as like the other girls, johari was permitted to leave the Inn on errands. Her ko`lar and her silks serving as an advert for the Inn, escape was useless. She was instructed to collect talendars from the nearby public garden, johari moved through the flowers, singing softly an old song of unrequited love, the bells surrounding her ankles crying softly with each graceful step. She stopped and knelt near a thick cluster of blooms, each flower smiling happily as it bobbed in the breeze.

Unaware of a Man nearby, she gathered the flowers in her arms. The man watched johari for a while, finally approaching near enough that she may detect his presence. johari looked up, startled, she gasped softly, it was him, the man who owned her heart. Their eyes met, her soul burning before she dropped her gaze once more. He approached, his fingers in her ko`lar as he lifted her lips to his, her mouth crushed as he raped her with his kiss, claiming her heart, body and soul as his.

Not a word spoken he lifted johari over his shoulder, striding from the garden. He carried her through the streets of Ar to his home. His steel closed around her throat he renamed his girl shirin.

shirin later told her story to her Master, her heart and soul bared to him.. he listened..

How it was done shirin does not know, only that one day her Master entered the house carrying katrina over his shoulder. Now named celeber she serves in DarkHunter's home, unkolared, yet she knows she will eventually be given to that one Master who can capture her heart.

Happy at last, time passed. DarkHunter and shirin grew closer. He grew to know her nature and her soul. After a while he surprised his girl by unlocking the ko`lar circling her neck. They spoke, Him telling her t hat she was more suited to the life of a Free Woman, that her nature and her mind were obviously so. He presented her with the robes of the Slaver and named her Ariadnee.

Ariadnee continued to live with DarkHunter for a while, finally feeling ready she purchased a Cylinder of her own behind the Street of Brands. Naming it the Gorean_Outpost she made her sister first girl there, celeber{GO}. She still remains there, celeber at her side, finally truly contented.