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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…

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20: I am whipped raw by my mistress and seek solace with my friend, the slave girl, Arianna

I was a very sullen, miserable slave as I sat on the edge of the pier gazing out across the canal waters. Yesterday morning I had heated, poured and scented my mistress's bath water ready for when she left her soft bed. I had bathed and groomed her following our ordeal in the vosk delta, paying particular attention to the scuff marks on her body. Her wrists in particular bore the red lines from the slave bracelets she had worn and they would be a reminder until they faded that she had been locked in close steel.

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19: We return home to Por Kar to find an unexpected visitor

“Kneel beside me in the stern, Kiera,” said Brinn as he stood facing the bow of the gondola with the large singular wooden oar in his hands. I did as he said and knelt facing him, my knees resting on discarded sack cloth. “Strip,” he added. Without hesitation I removed my diminished tunic and cast it to the side of the boat, smiling up at the master as my heart skipped a beat. I knelt now in tower for there were two free women on board and I had not been commanded by the master to do otherwise.

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18: Of capture knots and ankle chains

I have never seen a sword arm move as fast as Brinn's. The first of the rencers found himself impaled through the chest on Brinn's sword point as he charged into the small clearing. Brinn had thrown his full body weight into the strike, moving inside the effective arc of the rencer's wood axe and smacking the man backwards with a rugby like shoulder blow in the process. As the rencer screamed, Brinn flung the man backwards with a strong push of his left hand, wrenching his blade free from the muscle tissue.

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17: The Rencers

“Keep your heads down,” snarled Brinn as he moved us to the long rence grass that grew up to four feet in height in clumps on this lagoon island. He had seen the peasant bows in the hands of the rencers and that had made him uncharacteristically cautious now.

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16: We learn of the existence of the Shadow Council

The simple latch mechanism splintered from the wooden door as Brinn kicked it in. As soon as he was through the doorway I saw my haughty mistress secured by her wrists to a heavy iron slave ring fixed into the far wall approximately seven feet above the floor.

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15: A dark rendezvous of sorts as my Mistress seeks to demonstrate her resourcefulness as Samos's agent

“Did she mention she was going to bring four guards?” asked Brinn as he subtly adjusted the position of his sword’s scabbard in order to facilitate a more rapid draw of the blade. He looked magnificent of course – a true man – not like the insipid men of Earth that I had often teased and manipulated for my own amusement.

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14: I run errands for my Mistress and meet with my new friend in Port Kar

I sat at the edge of the Spice pier with my legs dangling over the water of the lagoon as I basked in the hot sunshine. It was at times like this when the temperature was well into the thirties that I was glad I only wore my slave tunic. Let the free women walk around swaddled in their layers of heavy robes and gowns when the thermometer might read thirty-four degrees centigrade in the shade. In heat like that I preferred the comfort of bare arms and bare legs.

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13: We arrive in Port Kar where the Lady Marissa is plainly shocked by the accommodation available to her. The mission for Samos becomes clearer to us all.

My mistress wasn't going to be happy with this, I thought, as we both gazed into the small compartment that was to be our new home in Port Kar in the short term. If anything it was actually smaller than the cramped space I had once rented in mega-expensive London just before I was enslaved and shipped to Gor. The room was partitioned with a folding screen down the middle to give the illusion that it might in actual fact be two rooms.

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12: I speak to the caravan slave called Karina after breakfast

“Did you sleep well in your furs… with your slut,” said Marissa in a bitter tone of voice as she ate her breakfast. She sat in the central room of the tent at a low table provided by the caravan master for his first class paying passengers. I knelt by her side serving the food and drink.

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11: The journey to Port Kar. My mistress and I lie awake in the darkness

“This really is intolerable, Kiera. Has he no sense of decency?”

The Mistress was referring to the desperate deep throated cries of sexual arousal emanating from the left hand side of our tent. The girl in question was a caravan owned black slave girl that Brinn had paid a copper tarsk to use tonight. A copper tarsk is rather more than a girl could be had for in a paga tavern, but out here in the wilds there are no paga taverns and wily caravan masters can therefore charge correspondingly more. Much the same occurs on Earth where prices for food and drink on board airplanes or at concerts and theatres is at a premium.

The Lady Marissa – the Gen 8 version

She's more sultry than any free woman has any right to be; she's consistently strict towards slaves, condescending to other free women she views as rivals, headstrong, over confident and very competitive when it comes to handsome, virile men, and here then is the latest 'next generation 8' version of the lovely Lady Marissa by the talented chloeK. You can tell by her expression that her slave girl, Kiera, has probably just done something to displease her.

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10: Brinn of the Sardar mountains

Lady Marissa was reading her letters for the day when the warrior Brinn was admitted into her sunlit room by her personal guard, Darius. She had been enjoying in particular a letter from a merchant called Milan whom she had contrived to have sent away from the city on merchant caste business after word had reached her ears that Milan had made some mocking and derogatory comments about her at a social engagement one summer's evening. The caste of merchants in Corcyrus had needed to appoint a position of ‘Senior Trade Consul First Class’ to the island Ubarate of Cos – a title that Marissa knew sounded far more impressive than it actually was, for in reality the role was nothing more than a roving salesmen living out of a suitcase – and so she pulled strings to despatch Milan in that capacity.

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9: I am delivered in chains to the Chambray where my Mistress awaits me

The Lady Marissa was working in her personal rooms on the first floor of the Chambray building when she heard me being escorted up the stairs to her apartments. I heard the slight clink of chain as I flexed my wrists in the collar and bracelets arrangement as one of the men knocked politely on the free woman's door. “Come in,” she said as the man motioned for me to enter before him.

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8: A sale. I am purchased. I am a slave.

There are some universal truths that remain the same on both Gor and Earth and as Sadric and Leofric returned I could both see and smell that they had been drinking.

“My beautiful kajirae,” said Sadric in a buoyant mood. He stroked our thighs as he passed the raised platform from left to right. “I trust you've had a relaxing afternoon topping up those beautiful tans in the hot Corcyrian sunshine?”

Sophia explains about slave brands

Tal, Masters and Mistresses,

My name is Sophia, from the Kiera of Gor serial, and I've been asked to explain a little about slave brands – mine in particular – as one of the Masters (Mick) in the comments recently suggested that my brand should have been visible in the pictures for chapter six.

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7: We enter the great city of Corcyrus

The first thing that struck me about the city of Corcyrus as we approached it across the rolling fields of farmed sa-tarna plants was its walls; by which I mean the walls in the main looked new. I had never thought about it before, having always seen the ancient decaying walls of European cities from a modern perspective, but here of course the walls of these cities were obviously not only functional but recently built or at least recently repaired and maintained. These weren't the walls of an ancient civilisation, but rather the walls of a thriving present day conurbation. Looking at the walls of Corcyrus I imagined how the walls of great Roman cities must have looked at the zenith of its empire.

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6: I learn some facts pertaining to the mysterious Sadric and lose my name in the process

The dynamics of our group were significantly altered once we had put some distance between ourselves and the village. Every night now when we camped the white silk girls were put to work cooking and serving while the red silk girls, Julie, Kim and Sophia, were used for the amusement of the men. We, the white silk girls, would be chained together with the loose end of our coffle chain secured to trees. The red silk girls would share the furs of the men each night, pleasing them and, if their wretched slutty sounds were anything to go by, eliciting much pleasure themselves.

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5: I have feelings that shame me

“Your friend dances quite well,” said Eleanor as she gazed out through the wooden bars of the cage in which we sat. “Better than the previous two girls. The men seem to approve anyway. I do not think she will be whipped.”

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4: White silks and red silks

I was the first to scream as the enormous six legged sleen emerged cautiously from the thick foliage, but within seconds my screams were added to by the screams of the other girls. None of us had ever seen such a thing before and instinctively we recognised it for what it was – a dangerous, feral predator that viewed us as food. The reaction of the two men did nothing to allay my fears, for as the sleen appeared Leofric withdrew several steps facing the beast, and Sadric pushed me to my knees beside the tree.