21:
Smiling faces, sometimes
I woke gradually from a restful and
profound sleep, enjoying the blissful luxury of a late morning lie in
under soft sheets of high quality Egyptian cotton. It must be a
Sunday morning my drowsy mind told me as I stretched my body on the
bed, snuggling down under the covers, resting my head on the soft
enveloping pillows. I breathed in the pleasant soothing scent of
jasmine and felt at peace with the world. Perhaps I would rise soon
and have breakfast at a fashionable brunch bar in Russell Court
before visiting an art gallery close by. The day was mine, all mine,
the way Sundays were meant to…
I woke suddenly with a start, fear
coursing through my veins. What was I thinking? I was a slave! I was
kajira! Where was I now? My eyes snapped open and to my horror I
found I was lying on an expensive bed under expensive sheets. I could
be whipped for this! With a cry of anguish I threw myself from the
bed, dropping to the tiled floor on my knees. What had I done? How is
it I had dared to sleep in a bed? I was terrified now. I would be
whipped for this! I was kajira! My place was on the floor, chained by
my collar like a beast. I was kajira! It was inconceivable that I
should even touch the bed of my mistress let alone dare to use it!
Had I been seen? I must have been seen! My punishment would be
severe! I looked about the bed chamber and for a moment seemed
confused because it was strange, not the bed chamber of my mistress
but larger, more spacious, with differently arranged furnishings and
two wide, deep alcoves, one of which was curtained and obscured, the
other open to my sight. Light streamed through double bay windows
beyond which I heard the cry of sea birds. I was naked except for my
collar.
I would be whipped. I knew I would be
whipped for this, for I had no possible excuse. I didn’t even know
how I had ended up in the bed! What had happened to me? Where was
Arianna? Where was this place?
I was terrified. I was a slave.
“Good morning, Kiera,” it was a
woman's voice that I didn’t recognise. “I trust you slept well?
Perhaps you would care to join me for breakfast?”
A free woman knelt in tower beside a
low table on the sun lit veranda that was accessible through the open
bay window doors. She was dressed in beautiful red gowns of a rich
burgundy colour like the finest wine. She appeared to be unveiled,
but hooded, though there was something about her face that made it
seem to be partly in shadow. At the low table itself was an
astonishing array of items that were familiar to me, but hardly to
Gorean women. I saw a cafetiere with a plunger filled with a dark
brown liquid that I presumed was coffee. There were small wicker
baskets with napkins containing French pastries and croissants, a
small bowl of slices of fruit, some milk, a metal tray kept warm by
candles containing cooked rashers of back bacon and eggs, and
something I had never seen on Gor – a silver toast rack containing
toast. There was butter and small pots of fruit conserve jam.
“You must be famished,” said the
woman. “Did you sleep well?”
“Mistress, please forgive me!” I
cried as I performed obeisance before the free woman. There are many
forms of obeisance but in this case I knelt with my head pressed down
to the floor, palms of my hands down at the sides of my head. I felt
sure I would be punished terribly, whipped to within an inch of my
life. I had dared to lie on her couch! I didn’t remember doing so,
but the evidence was conclusive and indisputable.
“Please get up, Kiera, you are not
going to be punished for anything you think you may have done. I only
want to offer you breakfast. If you look to your right you will find
a lovely dressing gown hanging from a wooden peg. Perhaps you might
like to wear it and then join me here in the sunshine on the veranda.
I have fresh dark coffee, some brioche, pain au chocolat and truly
excellent bacon.”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing
this. In fear still I dared to look up from where I knelt. The
scarlet robed mistress made no sign of wanting to whip me. I was
astonished. What I had done was a whipping offence at least! I
glanced to my right and saw a silken dressing gown, ankle length and
patterned in an oriental style. That was for me? Surely not.
“Please, Kiera. Otherwise this
delicious breakfast will soon be cold.” The voice seemed warm and
friendly.
I rose to my feet feeling unsure of
myself. Was I dreaming? I was still on Gor, the décor and dress of
the woman made that obvious.
“Mistress?”
“Call me Elizabeth,“ said the woman
kindly. “My name is Elizabeth Bentley. Please, try the dressing
gown on. You will feel better for it. It's really lovely.”
I swallowed and walked to the peg,
taking down the soft beautiful gown. I was astonished to see it had a
label sewn on the inside proclaiming it to be from La Perla Maison,
Florence, Italy – an Earth garment. The elegant crossover
silhouette was trimmed with handcrafted gold fastaglio embroidery to
the sleeves with a sash tie at the waist to create a sensual
definition. It was possibly the most beautiful luxury dressing gown I
had ever seen. I slipped the garment on and marvelled at how good it
felt against my skin. I closed the gown and tied it with the waist
sash. Aside from the fact that my collar was clearly visible I might
otherwise be a free woman looking like this.
“Mistress, I don’t understand.” I
raised an arm and felt the wonderful silk of the sleeve slide a
little against my skin.
“How do you take your coffee, Kiera?”
asked the scarlet woman with a trace of amusement as she saw my
reaction to the luxurious feel of the fabric.
“I’m frightened, Mistress. Is this
some sort of test? I don't mean to be displeasing.”
I touched the soft fabric of the
dressing gown and couldn’t understand why I had been permitted to
wear it. The gown was rich, expensive, the sort of thing a free woman
might wear. The sort of thing I once wore when I was a free woman on
Earth, though never this high end a garment. But now I was scared
that someone might see a slave dressed in such a garment and be
outraged. I should not be wearing the fine garments of a free woman.
I looked about anxiously, fearful that this might all be some kind of
cruel joke.
“The only way you will be at all
displeasing is if you don’t take the opportunity to enjoy this fine
breakfast,” said Elizabeth again with a smile. “There’s no need
to be scared. The gown suits you by the way. You look beautiful in
it.”
Beautiful. I turned and regarded myself
in a wall length mirror. Yes, I did look beautiful. I raised my head
to stand there in the way I would have done on Earth in such a gown –
slightly haughty, aloof, proud of myself.
I thought I heard something then,
something from behind the curtained off deep alcove. Something that
sounded almost like an animal moving. But the curtain was motionless.
An animal would surely not stand still?
“Mistress, is there...”
“The wind,” said the scarlet woman.
“It blows in from the vosk delta. Pay it no heed.”
Slowly, cautiously, still believing I
would have the robe ripped from my body at any moment and then
perhaps my body would be subjected to the lash in some random cruel
joke, I approached the low table set on the sunny veranda. The
scarlet woman nodded encouragement to me and so I sank to my knees in
tower before the table. From here I could smell the freshly baked
pastries, the delicious bacon and the tantalising smell of freshly
ground coffee. My stomach rumbled and I realised how ravenous I felt.
“The drugs we gave you have the
unfortunate side effect of making you feel hungry when you awaken, so
please take whatever you want. Now, how do you take your coffee?”
“Cream… “ I whispered softly, my
voice timid and meek. “If that pleases Mistress? And one sugar, if
that is permissible.”
“Of course.” She smiled again and
to my astonishment began to serve me, pouring some of the coffee into
a pretty china cup, adding sugar with a pair of silver tongs and then
adding a little cream from a white porcelain jug. “Enjoy,” she
said as she placed the cup before me. She, a free woman had served
me, a common kajira? I was astonished. This did not happen on Gor.
“May I touch the cup, Mistress?”
Normally I had to drink liquids on all fours, lapping at a pan of
water like a cat.
“Of course. It’s a beautiful day,
isn’t it, Kiera?” The veranda was situated on the first floor of
the building and overlooked the nearby canal. I saw two gondolas sail
past with passengers in them. I picked up the cup with trembling
hands and allowed myself to breathe in the scent of fresh coffee for
the first time since being abducted. As I sipped the coffee I dared
to look directly at the mistress and saw that what I had assumed was
some sort of shadow on her face was actually a half mask of gold that
concealed one side of her features. The other side was visible. It
reminded me of the classic Phantom of the Opera mask design, the
purpose of which was to hide scars. I wondered if this scarlet woman
might have some injury that she wished to conceal?
“You know what I really miss since
I’ve been on Gor? Ice cream. A day like this calls for ice cream.”
She sighed as she watched me drink the coffee.
“Am I permitted to speak, Mistress?”
I should have asked that to begin with of course. I feared I might be
switched for the omission.
“You may say whatever you like,
whenever you like.”
“Mistress is from Earth?” I said
cautiously.
“Yes. I’m English like you. Like
you I was abducted and brought to Gor. You see – already we have
something in common. Can I interest you in a croissant?” She held
the small wicker basket of pastries for me to chose from.
I reached for the pastry and took it
with caution, half expecting her to suddenly scream at me for doing
so, but no, she simply smiled and withdrew the basket once I had
chosen.
“Why is mistress not a slave? I
thought women are abducted from Earth for one reason only, and that
is to be slaves here.”
“Now that, Kiera, is a very
intelligent question. Let’s just say my captors underestimated me,
and I turned that to my advantage.”
“I do not understand, Mistress. Why
are you being so kind to me?”
“Why not? You are a woman who has
been the subject of such cruelty these past months since your
abduction, yes? Goreans have brutalised you to the point where if I
snapped my fingers and indicated the floor you would drop to a
whipping position immediately.”
“Please Mistress, don’t whip me.”
I lowered my head in terror. “La kajira, mistress.”
“Kiera, relax, nothing is going to
happen to you. Sit up. Take a croissant. Smooth a little jam over it.
Try the blueberry. Enjoy your breakfast.”
I did so and the croissant tasted
wonderful.
“We share the same sex, Kiera. Like
you I seemed fated to wear a collar and chains and to be the
plaything of men. Why should I not feel sympathy for you? The
cruelties you must have endured these past few months…”
I began to cry. I had eaten half of the
croissant and now I began to cry.
“Take your time,” said Elizabeth
kindly. “Take as much time as you need.”
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and
nodded. “Where am I, Mistress?”
“Kiera, if you want to please me then
call me Elizabeth instead of mistress. That will please me. Can you
do that?”
“Elizabeth…” I couldn’t help
flinching as I said that, so conditioned was I to the thought of
being lashed for addressing a free woman by her name.
“Good.” She reached out and touched
my hand with hers. “We are women, you and I. We look out for one
another on this barbaric patriarchal planet. Men have locked a collar
around your throat. You cannot remove it, can you?”
“No,” I picked up the croissant
again and nibbled at it. It was delicious.
“Do you think it right that a man can
do that to you? That he can collar you? Brand you? Chain you? Whip
you?”
“I… I’m afraid to say, Mistress…”
I flinched, knowing I was suppose to call her Elizabeth. I had been
ordered to call her Elizabeth and I had accidentally slipped back to
the more familiar form of address.
“I’m rushing you, aren’t I,
Kiera. This is difficult for you. I'm sorry. Call me Mistress then
for now, But when you feel ready, use my name. To answer your
question you are still in Port Kar. This view overlooks the northern
canals and waterways. The home of your mistress is in that
direction.” She pointed to my left. “We drugged you last night. I
have a confession to make. The slave girl you know as Arianna, she is
not actually a slave girl.”
I looked at her in astonishment.
“I don’t understand, Mistress, she
wears a collar, she has a brand…”
“Did you ever see the brand?” asked
Elizabeth.
“Well, no, no I didn’t, but she
must have a brand.”
“Must she?”
“She is a slave, she wears a collar.
She wears a slave tunic.”
“All told an excellent disguise, do
you not think? It enabled her to befriend you without attracting
attention or suspicion. People would have considered it suspicious if
a free woman had done so after all.”
I reeled at the thought of this
revelation. Arianna was in fact a free woman masquerading as a slave?
But why?
“I’m afraid she led you to us,
Kiera. I apologise for that, but we had to assume we couldn’t
approach you any other way.”
I began to understand now. This scarlet
woman, this Elizabeth Bentley, she had to be involved in the
conspiracy that my mistress and Brinn were investigating. This was
uncharted territory for me and I grew nervous once again. They,
whoever they were, had put a lot of time and effort to bring me to
this place. That worried me.
“I am just a slave, Mistress,” I
said softly.
“Do you know who your mistress is,
Kiera?”
“A merchant lady of Corcyrus,
Mistress.”
“She is that, yes, but she is also a
spy. An agent working for a man called Samos who in turn works for
alien creatures responsible directly for the enforcement of
technology laws that serve two functions. Firstly to keep the
population subservient through their inability to develop science
that may one day threaten these invisible alien masters and secondly
to create a society in which women have no way of resisting the
tyranny of men. You and I are women, Kiera. We are subjugated on this
planet. You know this. Your mistress serves the very dark forces that
keep Gor the way it is. They are the true enemy of our sex. Millions
of women live in a perpetual state of bondage, either explicitly or
implied. Look at the way I am dressed. I cannot even expose my wrists
or ankles in public. If I were to dress in any other fashion I would
be subject to the cruelties of men and of other women who have been
indoctrinated to support the very forces that oppress them.” The
scarlet woman leaned back slightly where she knelt. “I say this has
gone on for far too long. I say there has to be another way. I offer
you a life without that collar.”
“You… you would free me, Mistress?”
Elizabeth smiled. “I would fee you,
my dear sister. I would see that hateful collar gone from your
throat. I would see to it that you never feel the chains of men on
those slim wrists ever again. What do you say to that?”
“I… I must be dreaming…” My
face broke out into a relieved smile. “This is over? This is really
over? I can go back to Earth, to my old life…”
“No.” Elizabeth shook her head
sadly. “There are some things I cannot do. I have no way of
returning you to Earth. I do not have a ship at my disposal. I have
no way of crossing the gulf of space. But I can free you and give you
a life on Gor as a privileged free woman. You would have gowns and
robes and a house that offered sanctuary and the money by which you
could live the life you chose. None of that would be perfect – you
would be subject to the same restrictions that all free women are
under, but you would no longer be the property of a man or woman. You
would be free, Kiera. Free.”
I was overcome with emotion.
“Elizabeth, thank you, thank you!”
“Some more coffee, Kiera? asked the
scarlet woman.
“Yes, thank you.” I felt more
relaxed now. I was going to be free! I was going to wear the flowing
robes of concealment. I would perhaps never return to Earth but I
would live out my life on Gor as a free woman. And it occurred to me
that thanks to the stabilisation serums I had been given I would live
that life permanently young, never losing my looks or my health. The
women of Earth would pay a fortune for such a thing. It was
priceless. I touched the soft fabric of the dressing gown again and
smiled to myself.
My ordeal was over. I would leave this
room a free woman.
Once again I thought I heard movement
from behind the closed curtain, almost like the shuffling of a beast,
but when I glanced back the curtain was still.
Fresh coffee had been poured for me. I
lifted it to my lips and savoured the flavour once more. God, I had
missed the taste of coffee. I had missed so many things living as I
did now on slave gruel and water with only the occasional treat if my
mistress felt I deserved one and she was in one of her rare good
moods. Now I could have anything I wanted. I would be independently
wealthy with my own fine home. I would frequent the market and buy
the finest delicacies, visit the fashionable cafes and attend polite
social parties.
The scarlet woman reached below the
table to produce a small steel key that she then placed on the table
beside the cafetiere. She regarded me as the key lay there. “While
you slept your drugged sleep I took the liberty of asking a locksmith
to examine the lock on your collar. This key here fits it precisely.”
My heart seemed to skip a beat as I
stared at the key that would free me from the slave collar. I only
had to reach out and claim it.
“Thank you. I am forever grateful.”
I reached for the key and with trembling hands picked it up.
The scarlet woman smiled at me.
I raised the key and slowly rotated the
cruel steel of my collar until the slave ring was now at the back of
my neck and the locking mechanism was at the front.
The scarlet woman continued to smile in
a friendly fashion.
I placed the slim key with some
fumbling into the lock mechanism and was about to turn it when I
heard her say in a firm voice, “no.”
I froze. My slave responses made me
stop the moment I heard that word.
“Put the key down, Kiera. Please.”
She motioned to the table. I swallowed and did as she said. She was a
free woman. She was a mistress.
“Have I done something wrong,
mistress?” I asked.
“It is with a heavy heart that I am
going to have to ask you to wear that collar a little while longer,
Kiera. Forgive me, but the time is not yet right for you to leave
your current life.”
“I don’t understand.”
“We are going to be friends, you and
I. But I need to ask something of you first. Something that will earn
you your freedom and a new life. You want to help me, don’t you,
Kiera? You want to help your new friends?”
I nodded as I gazed at the key.
“This man Brinn that you know is
dangerous. He would see me enslaved or killed if he had the chance.
He wishes to keep women like us in collars. He is our enemy. I need
your help in order to lure him into a trap and capture him. You are
in a position to help me do that. You can feed me information
pertaining to the movements of both Brinn and your mistress. With
that information I can arrange the rest. And for this you will be
given your freedom. I promise you that key in return for your help. A
new life, Kiera. No more chains or whips. No more fear.”
I was to be a traitor, a spy, an agent
of theirs? I was suddenly very afraid. I knew what a man like Brinn
would do if he even suspected I was working against him.
“I'm just a slave, Mistress,” I
said in despair. “I don’t know how to…”
“You will not do this alone. The Lady
Arianna will continue to pose as a slave, as your friend when you run
errands and she will meet with you regularly with help and advice. I
have faith in you, Kiera. You can do this.”
“What will happen to Brinn?” I
asked.
“Oh, we have questions for him,
questions pertaining to the disposition of the forces at Samos’s
command. Provide he co-operates he will receive nothing worse than
some whip marks on his back. Nothing worse than you have suffered.”
Elizabeth recognised something in my expression now I think for she
smiled and added an additional temptation. “And afterwards,
afterwards when you are free and resplendent in fine robes like mine,
then we shall give you this Brinn. You can keep him as your chained
silk slave. Imagine summoning him in the evenings, having him brought
to your soft couch where he is chained to await your pleasure.
Imagine having this man helpless before you as your play thing.
Imagine late in the evening casting aside your goblet of expensive
wine and stroking his body, climbing astride him, feeling those
muscles helpless in their close fitting restraints. Imagine taking
him, forcing him against his will to give you pleasure. All this you
will have too. So, are you with us, Kiera? Will you do this small
thing for us in exchange for your freedom? Imagine the life you can
have.”
I thought of Brinn chained helpless to
my couch. I imagined lying there in rich silken gowns playing with
him as I saw fit. I imagine mounting him and looking down at his
straining body, saying to him, “I am going to use you now, Brinn of
the Sardar. You will serve a lady's pleasure like the silk slave you
are.” I imagined how I might satisfy my desires and then leave him
there to subside in his chains. I would offer him a mocking smile and
say, “pretty little silk slave' as I re-arranged my hair. I would
feed him perhaps by hand, making him wait for each morsel of food.
“Kiera?” Asked the scarlet woman
sweetly. “Can I count on you?”
“You can count on me, Elizabeth,” I
said with a smile. “I shall deliver Brinn of the Sardar to you.”
The end of Kiera of
Gor, but the Port Kar adventures of Kiera, Brinn and of course the
lovely and resourceful Lady Marissa of Corcyrus will conclude in a
new book, Silver Masks of Gor, coming soon to your favourite Gorean
fan fiction site.
So there was perhaps a faction in the Shadow Council, anyway a good turn that I had not foreseen. So now, Kiera is a traitress what will happen, or will she be a double agent.
ReplyDeleteEmma, very well done on writing so much so quickly and keeping track of all your characters.
Donna of Dover
Greetings Donna,
DeleteI recall from one of the early novels (Captive of Gor, perhaps) there is a penalty brand for traitors. Kiera has earned one.
I agree, great job on Kiera of Gor, Emma!
Mick
Thank you, Master and Mistress. And a big thank you from me to chloe for all her stunning art. I probably wouldn't have got this far with my writing if I didn't have the encouragement of receiving all these lovely pictures. She's wonderful. :)
DeleteI have to say it's been a lot of fun doing this. I didn't originally start illustrating the Kiera storyline, but since I already had the Kiera and Marissa characters from Shadows, I thought it would be good to do so. So when Emma picked it back up, I started illustrating. I think we set each other a pretty frantic pace for this and I'm really glad I have the tools that I do, otherwise it'd look a lot different (and probably not as good)
DeleteActually, those first four chapters could do with chloeK art to replace the stock pictures I used! ;)
DeleteI'll see what I can do :)
DeleteKiera has sensed the tame (ish) Kur snuffling about, no doubt it knows her scent now, in case of need.
ReplyDeleteDonna of Dover
I think so, Mistress. Once a Kur has your scene the doesn't forget it.
DeleteThat should read 'scent'...
DeleteSo how does Kiera get back to Marissa's house before Marissa turns up and finds her missing?
ReplyDeleteKiera is actually quite naïve, she has seen utensils from Earth in Elizabeth's house, but Elizabeth has said that Kiera cannot be returned to Earth, so how did the utensils and food arrive in Port Kar, but Kiera has not questioned that, even to herself.
If Kiera has any sense, she will tell Brinn what has happened, I do not think Brinn will beat her for her stupidity, but would seize the opportunity to infiltrate the Shadow Council. Elizabeth, of course, cannot be trusted to release Kiera if the plot succeeds.
If Brinn ever does find out that Kiera betrayed him, then even though Kiera is a slave his revenge will be savage, and what would a certain blond love slave currently in Brinn's Sardar estate do with Kiera for betraying Brinn?
Donna of Dover
They'd have to find Kiera first though. She was sold by Simon to a slaver house remember.
DeleteDavid of Worcester
Kiera really should ask herself where all those Earth pots of blueberry jam and toast racks come from... in actual fact Elizabeth would have salvaged them from the supplies hoarded for human agents of the Kurii. You probably remember how the Golden Claw drop ship for example had everything from malt whisky to David Bowie albums on vinyl. Human agents operating away from home like and appreciate their little familiar luxuries. You can assume Elizabeth knows where several of these supply stashes can be found. Kiera wouldn't know this though.
DeleteI'm very much liking this trend for some of you to sign off in Gorean fashion with your Home Stone as well as your name. It's, like, a thing now! :) Tal to David of Worcester, adopting the signature style of Donna of Dover.
DeleteChloe ponders signing herself "Tahari Tart" :)
DeleteI might as well join in. Henceforth I will be:
DeleteMick of Milford
Yay! Mick of Milford! :)
DeleteTal David,
ReplyDeleteYes, I know although we do not know if Samos will purchase Marissa and Kiera from that slaver yet. Anyway, all slaves have their personal attributes recorded in minute detail, and would the slaver who bought Marissa and Kiera wish to upset Samos?
We will find out in the future
Donna of Dover
Greetings Emma and Kiera,
ReplyDeleteAt this point, I will not concern myself with the petty squabbles of slave girls, unless you were to do something to diminish your value.
However, I am very concerned there was an assassination attempt on a noble warrior and treason is plotted against the same warrior. I will need to keep myself apprised of future developments.
Mick