Shadows of Gor Chapter Eight (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter Eight: Chloe and I make our theatrical debut on the stage of Boots Tarsk-Bit

“Oh woe! What is to become of us?” I cried as I placed the back of my right hand dramatically to my forehead in a mock swoon. I stood on a temporary stage constructed this morning from raised planks of wood. I was surrounded by pots of ferns that were meant to imply a Gorean forest, and for the first time in over five years I wore the long flowing gowns and light veils of a Free Woman, as did Chloe who stood in a similar state to myself somewhere to my left. “It has been several frightful hours now since I, the good Lady Candicia of Pseudopolis, and my bitter rival, the Lady Tandice of Anango became lost in this endless forest. Oh woe that we chose to leave our fine caravan this morning while it briefly rested, and strayed too far in order to pick some fruit.”

Shannon's guide to basic slave positions on Gor

Greetings, Masters and Mistresses, and welcome to the Sardar estate of the sadly departed warrior Brinn. I trust the lunch was to your liking? My name is Shannon and I've been a slave-girl here for several years now. I understand some of you expressed an interest at lunch in seeing various common slave positions and so I have been instructed to demonstrate some of the more basic ones to you today. There are of course many such positions, but this demonstration will serve as an introduction to the ones we learn early on in our slavery. I must apologise in advance to the Mistresses here for one or two of the poses are not appropriate in the presence of Free Women. There is a selection of wines and cheeses and some pleasing music in the adjoining chamber should any of the gracious Mistresses feel they would rather not remain here to observe.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Seven (of Eighteen)

  
Chapter Seven: I lie awake in the dark, listening to Chloe being fucked

The floorboards were hard and uncomfortable after having spent so many years on Brinn's couch bed, or at worst on the soft furs piled deep in front of the coal stoves in the kitchens. I was chained by my ankle to an iron ring set at the base of the wall, with a chain length insufficient to reach the couch bed itself. I think that had been Simon's intention, as he had adjusted its length before clipping it to the wall.

Softly at first in the darkness, and then louder, and then much louder, Chloe was moaning and crying out from the couch bed where Simon was enjoying her at his leisure.

Emma - Dancing Girl of Gor

A superb character illustration by chloeK of Emma in her red fluttering silks dancing from the opening sequence of chapter six of Shadows of Gor. Although chloeK gets advance copies of my stories so she can plan the art she creates, this sequence was a late addition and so she created the picture after the chapter was published last Monday. It's possibly one of my favourite pictures that she's created of our sulky heroine, Emma, although chloeK with characteristic modesty apologised for what she thinks is a lower quality picture due to having current PC problems!

I myself think it's beautiful. :)

The Lady Marissa of Corcyrus

A character study picture of the Lady Marissa as she appears to Simon when she scandalously removes her veils in chapter six.

Art by my talented co-creator, chloeK.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Six (of Eighteen)

Chapter Six: Explanations are given before we begin a long journey by land and sea to Port Kar

'...and by a force of will,
my lungs are filled,
with air,
so I breathe.'

Two years eight months ago, minus a few days, sort of...

I had danced on the tiles for just under eight minutes. Barefoot, fully made up with my most beguiling cosmetics, naked except for long ankle length strips of red silk tied to a silver chain about my waist, shorter lengths of silk to my wrists, and belled at the ankles, I had danced to the Arabic rhythms of three musicians who sat in a far corner. I say Arabic but of course they were from the Tahari and they enjoyed the patronage of Brinn who had taken a liking to that kind of music when it was accompanied and enhanced by the presence of silken dancers such as myself. Back on Earth I had loved Arabic style trance records that fused the ethnic desert rhythms with electronic pulses. I’ve always loved music and in my student days I tried to learn to play the guitar, never really progressing beyond some basic heavy blues riffs, as I thought it might give me an air of bohemian artistry and attract the attention of the lovely Cathy Granger, because didn’t all women want to hang out with a guitarist? Sadly Cathy Granger found one of the members of the University rowing society more her kind of thing. 

Shadows of Gor - Chapter Five (of Eighteen)

Chapter Five: We are auctioned together on the slave block of the House of Kanaan

The sharp crack of the slaver’s whip against the wooden boards was the signal for Lot 23 – Chloe and myself – to walk on stage and present ourselves to the assembled men and a small handful of women who, it must be said, kept themselves within an informal grouping, preferring not to sit or stand in amongst men who had thoughts of female flesh on their minds. Our potential buyers stood watching from the sawdust covered floor in direct sight of the platform as we stepped out into bright daylight. We were both naked, and our original collars had been removed and replaced with platform collars stating that were currently in the care of the House of Kanaan. A carefully measured extract of Belladonna had been applied with an eyedropper to make our pupils appear bigger just before we were due to be auctioned. We wore full makeup that I had applied to us both, choosing to wave away an auction house slave-girl who had been doing the rounds to tend to girls with little or no makeup skills.