Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Eight

 

Kelly fucking Milford… standing before me in diaphanous pleasure silk.

 

She had of course spilled the paga the moment she recognised me. In fairness, I might have done the same if I were in her place. 

 

“Kelly,” I said, as I gazed down at her. Her mouth opened and then closed in shock surprise. Those lips were perfectly rouged, as would be expected of a paga slave. Spilled paga slopped around on the tray, much to Felix’s anguish. 

 

I instantly remembered the train, the tent, our frantic love making back on Earth. I have enjoyed a lot of women since all this began, but I think Kelly had been the hottest girl I’d had so far. There was an unfettered passion that seemed to take control of her when she was aroused, and from memory she became aroused very quickly. It shouldn’t have come as any surprise that she had ended up as a paga slave. Of course she was a paga slave. 

 

“Our paga!” Felix cried. “Clumsy slave!”

 

“Please forgive me, Master,” cried Kelly, as she suddenly realised what had happened. This was bad for any paga slave. Such a girl did not risk spilling anything from the cups. If she did she would have to return to the paga tent to obtain replacements. She would be punished, if not immediately, because the tent was probably very busy by now, then later, after the tent had closed. In all likelihood the girl would be whipped and then caged. Paga slaves did not spill paga, not ever. It was the worst thing they could possibly do. 

 

“It’s okay, Felix, I’ve got this.”

 

“She spilled our paga!”

 

“I said I’ve got this.” I took Kelly by her upper arm and guided her away from Felix and Adam. I then picked up one of the cups from her trembling tray and topped the other two cups to the brim. I handed the first to Adam and the second to Felix. “See, full cups of paga. Stop complaining.”

 

Felix took his cup and looked strangely at me. Why was I defending this clumsy paga slave? And then his lip curled into a smile. He understood that I knew her from somewhere, and he winked. “The paga is delicious,” he said, sipping the cup. “No harm done.”

 

“No harm done,” I agreed. 

 

Adam was watching me carefully now. “Roland?” he asked. “Do I need to be concerned again?”

 

“I’ll catch up with you both later. Look after our slaves.” I turned back to face Kelly. She was off the scale in how sexy she looked now. Delicate earrings dangled from the lobes of her ears, brushing the sides of her neck. There was a scent of slut perfume about her throat. There was a collar. There was Kelly. I was hard just looking at her. Completely hard. I couldn’t be harder if she was giving me a blow job on her knees. 

 

“Master…” she didn’t speak my name. She knew my name, but she didn’t speak it. Obviously, her training had been strict from the moment she had been taken to Gor.

 

“Hello, Kelly. Is that your name still? What’s your name now?”

 

“You’re… you’re a free man?”

 

“I’m a free man.” I smiled. Kelly Milford stood there before me in a collar and diaphanous pleasure silk. How wonderful the sight of her was. Think about it for a moment – Kelly Milford with pierced ears, a brand, a slave collar, and dressed in the softest, sheerest silks, arranged about her body in such a way that they seemed to make her more naked than naked. I had to touch the silk and relish quite how exquisite it felt on her body.

 

“Oh!” she cried, slopping some spilled paga from the tray to the ground. She would have been trained to quickly be aroused by a man’s touch, and that touch would be magnified through wearing pleasure silk.

 

“Maia, Master. I’ve been given the name Maia.” She pronounced the name ‘My-Uh’. “I belong to…”

 

“The paga tavern owned by Rubin Clegane of Torcadino?”

 

“Yes, Master.” I watched as she considered what she could and couldn’t say to me.

 

“You can speak freely, Maia. I won’t whip you.”

 

“It’s so good to see you, Master. How did you…”

 

“A long story. More importantly, I can have half an hour of your time for a copper tarsk tonight, yes? That is the price?”

 

She nodded. “Yes, Master. We have furs laid out in the back of the paga tent. There are cloth partitions for some semblance of privacy. I… am available. But surely you…”

 

I smiled. “Lead the way, Maia. I want you here and now.”

 

There were six partitioned spaces at the back of the paga tent. Each one was about the size of a single mattress, though it was furnished with furs, not a mattress. At the far end of each compartment space was a four foot pole that had been hammered deep into the ground. A slave ring was fastened close to the top. I had rented the use of a set of slave bracelets for a copper tarsk bit and as soon as I’d drawn the makeshift curtain to our tent space I fastened the bracelets about Kelly’s wrists through a clip in the slave ring that I then closed shut. Her wrists were drawn back as she lay there in the furs. Her body seemed to ripple to the touch of bondage. She had been trained and conditioned well. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she felt her wrists confined.

 

“I can’t believe how beautiful you are in that brand and collar. Maia. It’s a revelation. You must be worth several silver tarsks.”

 

“I wouldn’t know, Master. I wasn’t worth that when the paga tavern purchased me.” She licked her lips, apparently relishing the feel of steel shackles upon her wrists. “I must be worth more now, I suppose. But no girl truly knows her price until she is auctioned. I have been working here for months. I am good at this. I will please you.” 

 

“I have no doubt.” I was so hard. So very hard. I caressed her thigh brand with my right hand and saw her squirm in the furs – her eyes growing larger as I touched her. “You like being shackled?”

 

“Yes, Master. I really do. I learned this soon after being abducted to Gor. I respond very well to bondage. Unbelievably well.”

 

“I am so hard just looking at you, Maia. Part your thighs. We can talk afterwards.”

 

I wanted her and I wanted her now. God, but she felt so good in that pleasure silk. 

 

“Master, I…”

 

“Quit, Maia. We’ll talk later. I want you now.”

 

I entered her as soon as her legs were spread wide enough. Kelly Milford in a collar and brand! I kissed her with a savage passion I hadn’t felt in some time, and I thrust hard into her, feeling her wetness, feeling how quickly she had oiled for me. Oh, but yes, she was tight but so well-oiled that I glided in with ease. I felt her vaginal muscles contract around me and squeeze in a way that made me gasp with pleasure. This was going to be very good. Very, very good. “Maia…” I gasped. Kelsee had not been like this. Kulai had not been like this. My head felt giddy as waves of pleasure swept through me. Oh, God, yes. This slave knew what she was doing. A copper tarsk for half an ahn? I would have paid ten copper tarsks. 

 

“Yes,” I cried, again. “You feel so fucking good, Maia. Oh, yes, I need this. Oh, Christ, yes!” I pushed faster and faster inside of her, not caring to prolong this in my greed to have her, for I only had half an ahn with the girl before other men might claim their turn. Frustratingly, the paga tent didn’t permit a man to book a girl for longer than a single half an ahn slot. I had no idea why a paga tent might apply that sort of rule, but apparently there was no arguing it. I had tried, and I had lost a valuable 4 ihn doing so that I might otherwise have spent exploring Maia’s sensual body. 

 

I felt alive again with Kelly Milford in my arms, with Kelly Milford dressed in pleasure silk, with Kelly Milford squirming and writhing in her steel bonds. 

 

“Master!” she cried as her legs bucked beneath me. 

 

 I came hard and it felt glorious, like all the angels of the Book of Revelation sounding their apocalypse horns at once. 

 

Maia lay there, her skin a sheen of perspiration as she looked up at me with a euphoria that suggested she had missed me as much as I had missed her. 

 

“Yes?” I said, looking deep into her eyes.

 

“I’ve been trained to respond well, Master. Did I respond well?”

 

I kissed her hard again and pressed her close to me. “You were a magnificent fuck. How much time do we have left? Less than twenty ihn, surely?” I glanced at the hour glass that had been placed at the foot of the furs. More than a third of the sand had already spilled through. Much more than a third.

 

Kelly fucking Milford, dressed in pleasure silk. I touched the erotic earrings that dangled from her lobes. “I love your pierced ears. How much are you worth, Maia? It must be ten silvers at least?”

 

She laughed. “I’m just a common paga slave, Master. There are better ones than me working here.”

 

“Not as far as I’m concerned. Do you remember the train? Do your remember our night together in the tent?”

 

Maia struggled against her wrist shackles. “Touch me, please, Master.”

 

I ran my hands around her body and saw the most delightful squirming and deep breathing. She looked flushed. “Christ, you really do respond quickly to my touch.”

 

“I’ve been trained,” she gasped. “You have no idea the training… my needs now.”

 

“Maia, are you for sale?”

 

“I don’t know, Master. I don’t know.”

 

It was a pointless question. I wouldn’t have enough money to buy a girl like Maia. My funds wouldn’t stretch that far.

 

Fuck that. I had to buy her. This was life throwing me one final chance at happiness. Tomorrow I would be within the walls of Torcadino. Tomorrow I could deliver Kayra safely to her companion-to-be. Tomorrow I would fulfil my promise and commitment to the Tatrix. Tomorrow I would be free to live my life for once. “Maia, I’m going to buy you. Whatever you cost.”

 

“Master?” There was excitement and surprise in her eyes.

 

“I’ll speak to your owner. Do you want to be owned by me?”

 

“Yes! Master, please, please buy Maia!” She grew even more excited. “I want to wear your collar!”

 

“I won’t free you, you know?”

 

“Don’t free me, Master. I don’t want to be free.”

 

“You were supposed to be a man-hating Wyld Wyman.”

 

“No, Master, I want men to master me. I want you to master me. I want to be your slave.”

 

I laughed, happy for the first time since my service to the Tatrix of Corcyrus had begun. Perhaps things happen for a reason. “What changed, Maia?”

 

“I found myself on Gor. I was branded. That changes everything.”

I traced my fingers again across her brand, watching how she squirmed. “It’s a beautiful brand, Maia. It marks you well.”

 

“It marks me as what I am, Master. Touch me again, please.”

 

I glanced at the hourglass. Less than half the sand remained. I had come hard inside of her, which meant I still had some time to wait before I could enter her again. Suddenly, the remaining minutes in that hourglass seemed overly precious. 

 

“Tell me what happened, Maia,” I said as I kissed those luscious lips. 

 

“I tried, Master. I tried to survive in the woods. I was cold, I was miserable, and I could hear the Wymen hunting me. Many times they came so close to finding me. So close. I don’t know what I would have done. I knew I couldn’t fight them. They were so strong!”

 

I didn’t bother to tell her that they probably knew where she was hiding the whole time. The point of the exercise was not to actually catch her, but to see if Maia had the mental strength and resilience to try and avoid capture for five days and five nights. 

 

“It rained, Master. I had a waterproof poncho, and a little food. I lasted a couple of days. I was so frightened. No matter where I hid they seemed to be close to finding me. I had to keep moving, I had to keep running. I couldn’t stay in one place for very long. I was tired, and I was cold, and hungry, and wet.”

 

“You submitted?”

 

“On the third day, Master. I think you can guess the rest.”

 

“A steel ship. You were placed in a transport cylinder and taken to the markets of Gor.”

 

“To Torcadino, Master. I was branded on the day of arrival.”

 

“Of course.” Something occurred to me now. I smiled as I held this sexy beauty in my arms. “You don’t pepper your Gorean sentences with the word, ‘like’, the way you did on Earth when you spoke in English.”

 

“No, Master,” she laughed. “I was taught Gorean by a slave in the pens. She was strict when it came to grammar. I was whipped if I didn’t learn quickly.”

 

“Of course.”

 

“I wasn’t whipped much when it came to teaching me how to please a man, though,” she said with some pride.

 

“Why am I not surprised, you lovely little kajira.”

 

“I did well in those lessons, Master. I think that was why I was sold to a paga tavern.”

 

“And here you are.”

 

“It is so good to see you again, Master. But how is it that you are free?”

 

“It doesn’t matter. I am a free man, and you will be my slave.” I glanced back at the hourglass. There wasn’t much sand left. “I want you again, Maia, but I need another ten ihn to recover myself.”

 

“We don’t have ten ihn, Master. But please hold me, please kiss me, please… Ohhh!” she cried out loud as I touched her where I knew she wanted to be touched. She screamed and squirmed as I gave her an orgasm with my hands and mouth that I would have been able to give her with my cock if only there was a little more time left in that hourglass.

 

She lay back in the furs trembling in slave raptures as the last of the grains began to run out.

 

I had to have her. I had to own her. Damn the cost.

 

It was with great reluctance that I returned Maia to the paga tavern.

 

“Were her responses satisfactory?” asked the man who waited outside the partitioned space. His voice sounded rather bored.

 

“More than satisfactory,” I replied, watching as he took hold of Maia by her collar. “She was the best paga slave I’ve ever had.”

 

Maia looked so grateful for those words. The man simply nodded and sent Maia back to her serving duties with a slap on her rump. My praise seemed to wash over him with little effect. “I won’t need to whip her, then. That’s one less thing to concern myself with this evening. You will find her serving every day at our tavern in Torcadino.” 

 

“I would like to buy her, if I may.”

 

“She is not for sale.”

 

“All girls are for sale if the price is right.”

 

“That I wouldn’t know,” said the man. He struck me as someone who was generally very bored with his job, despite the fact that his job involved being around a number of beautiful paga slaves. I understand a lack of job satisfaction in many occupations, but I would have thought this one might have been the exception. But clearly I was wasting my time speaking to him.

 

“Who should I talk to about buying Maia?”

 

“Rubin Clegane, the man who owns her.”

 

“Where can I find Rubin Clegane?”

 

“In Torcadino I suppose.”

 

“He’s not here at the Fair?”

 

“No, why would he be?”

 

“This is his paga tent.”

 

“Yes, and he employs me to run it.”

 

“And you do such a good job, too. Always so welcoming,” I said sarcastically.

 

“It is what I am good at,” the man agreed in his routine bored tone. Goreans have never been good at detecting the subtle and routine sarcasm that us Brits are justifiably famous for. “If you wish to use the girl again you can visit our tavern in Torcadino and buy some paga.”

 

“Why didn’t you let me buy another half an hour with Maia?”

 

“We are very busy. The Fair is very well attended this year, and frankly we don’t have enough girls to accommodate all our customers. It wouldn’t be fair to other men if we permitted anyone to take up multiple slots in the evening when demand grows heavy.”

 

“You’d make the same money?”

“Rubin Clegane sees things from a different perspective. The more men who sample our sluts, the more men may decide to pay regular visits to our tavern in Torcadino.”

 

I had to concede the point from a marketing perspective alone. “I’d be prepared to pay double?”

 

“That is reassuring to know. Thank you for telling me. I will take that into consideration and double the cost of Maia to you when you visit our tavern in Torcadino.”

 

“That doesn’t seem very fair.”

 

“Possibly not, but the market is the market, and I now know you will pay the increased price. You can always have one of our other girls at the standard price, instead?”

 

“it seems to me you take advantage of satisfied customers?”

 

“What can I say? I am a shrewd businessman and the nature of the world is what it is.”

 

I gazed at the lovely Maia. She was now carrying paga to a table set within the tent itself. As she served the cups, a man stroked her rump and ran his other hand under her pleasure silk to fondle her breasts. She would be kept busy all night now. I knew I had to somehow buy her, whatever the cost.