Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty Six

 

Day 14 on the journey to the Northern Forests

 

I had never seen so many slaves before, at least not in one place. Everywhere I looked there were kajirae going about the marketplace, shopping for their masters, or simply scurrying past, barefoot, on errands. They all wore collars, short skirted tunics - sleeveless, of course, like my own – and seemed comfortable in their surroundings. What I rarely saw was Free Women. There was one – a lone woman who hurried past with short, quick steps, bundled up in her layers of robes and veils, but she did not walk with the usual confidence of the Free Women I would see in my own city of Vonda. No, she seemed only too aware of how heavily outnumbered she was by kajirae in this city. A lone Free Woman in the midst of eighty or so kajirae is a strange sight to behold. Some of the kajirae watched her hurry past, and they laughed amongst themselves, sensing her vulnerability perhaps. Surprisingly, the Free Woman made no attempt to admonish these laughing kajirae. Perhaps she had tried in the past, but had quickly learned how futile any such interaction might be. For the men in the market square gazed at her in much the same way that the kajirae did – as an oddity, one rarely seen, and one only barely tolerated.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty Five

 

The man settled down into the snug, facing Sadric across the table. He was a frontiersman, bearded, dressed in warm garments, perhaps a woodsman by trade.

 

“I am Tarvinn the Tracker. For ten copper tarsks a day I can guide you through the forest safely, for I know the old tracks, the ones long forgotten, the ones that even the Panther girls do not use.”

 

Tarvinn was the fifth such man who had spoken to us over the last couple of days. I knelt beside Sadric, or rather, lay beside him, gazing up at Tarvinn. He seemed distracted for some reason that probably had nothing to do with my semi-nudity. I wore a green cloth skirt about my hips, heavy bangles on my wrists, a costume necklace that dangled low between my breasts, and large hooped earrings. My breasts were exposed to the man’s view as he discussed employment with Sadric. I smiled at this as I lay my arms about my Master and kissed him at the base of his neck. 

 

“Your slave girl is very pretty,” he added as he shifted slightly where he sat.

 

“Yes she is,” said Sadric with a grin. “She pleases me very much.”

 

“Let me please you some more, Master,” I said softly. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty Four

 

Sadric found a stable that would take in and guard his tharlarion for what was quite an exorbitant price.  

 

“Twenty copper tarsks? Really?”

 

“You’ll find most things are expensive out here,” remarked the bored stable hand, who seemed to have little interest in the art of negotiating. Many of his stable pens were full, and in fact some of them were rented for occupancy by men who were passing through the area and couldn’t afford the even more expensive rates for human lodging. “Men come here to earn good money, but soon find they are spending it all quickly enough. Paga, food, lodging – none of it is cheap. You are paying for security for your magnificent tharlarion, and all your belongings. Note the two large violent looking men with thick wooden staves who will guard your property day and night. You may, of course, choose to save money by simply tethering your tharlarion on the street, tied to a hitching post. Who knows, perhaps he will still be there when you return from the paga tavern?”

 

“The possibility is remote,” replied Sadric.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty Three

 

It is 2,200 pasangs from Vonda to the border of the Northern Forest, close to the city of Laura. 

 

2,200 pasangs.

 

Believe me, I felt every single one of those pasangs.

 

We averaged thirty pasangs a day, with Marissa and myself alternating between walking and riding. It took seventy five days from the afternoon when we left the walls of Vonda to reach the logging camp of Port Kar.

 

Seventy five days in a steel collar, with a kef brand on my thigh.

 

The passing of time changes a girl. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty two

 

ATIYA:

 

“Every time we return, the palisade encampment grows larger and larger.” Say-rah, our First Spear, our sesata, but more than that, my beloved setara, knelt on the grassy bank, resting her weight against her spear shaft, as Gia, Selma, Phedre, and I crouched down to observe the bustling trading post that was built on the edge of the forest, close to the river bank. I glanced at Gia to see that she still held the length of steel chain to our small coffle of slaves, and I smiled as I saw the concern etched on their faces. Three men, all captured in the forests, now subject to our mercy. They were naked, of course, with degradation stripes shaved down the centre of their hair to show to the world that these males fell prey to women. 

 

In the forests of the north, it is women who are the natural hunters. It is we who are the superior sex. We are Koyo.

 

I had earlier put two of the men to use in the soft moss and leaves that carpets the forest, our home, on the way here, and had found their service acceptable. The third did not interest me so much, and by the time the first two males were spent, I was crudely satisfied. The third male was shorter than the other two, almost my height, and that presented little challenge. I like tall males, taller than me. I like tall males to beg and call me mistress as I take them, with a blade at their throat.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty One

 

By day fifty it was obvious to us all that we were learning nothing new, simply honing and perfecting the techniques, knowledge and serves we had learnt in earlier weeks.

 

This kennel had been my home now for ten weeks – two whole months of my life. On the evening of the fiftieth day, while we were playing with a wooden cup and two dice that a guard had given us, Anika looked at me and said, “I suppose you will be the first to leave, Cassie.”

 

I nodded. It was obvious enough. I didn’t belong to the House of Andronicus. I had a private collar. My ‘Master’ would soon come to collect me.

 

Leorah said nothing, she just leaned over and embraced me. Even Anthea crawled towards me and touched my nose gently with her own. 

 

“I’m going to miss you all,” I said, my eyes misting up. “I’m never going to see you again.” 

 

That was the horrible truth of being a slave. You might make friends, but there was no guarantee you would remain in contact with them indefinitely. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twenty

 

By the time of the twenty seventh day in the training pens, we were all beginning to relax and lose our sense of fear. We had learned a lot and with that came a growing sense of confidence. Now when we entered the wide training room in the morning, we glided in gracefully, backs straight, arms and fingers loose, taking small steps, like graceful birds, proud of our achievements to date. We would be chattering amongst ourselves, laughing, perhaps, at something we saw the day before, or brazenly critiquing one another’s progress to date.

 

“Your ankles are looking much trimmer now, Alika,” I might say. “Another few months and they may begin to approach the beauty of mine.”

 

“At least I remembered the ninth, thirteenth, and twenty first steps in our dance kata, yesterday. Thorn would have whipped you if she wasn’t laughing so much!”

 

“I need to do better there,” I agreed, and then Alika and I hugged and laughed at one another again. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Nineteen

A few days later, we graduated to training with the use of male slaves.

 

“Settle down, kajirae! NOW!”

 

We must have looked flustered and frightened as Thorn led four male slaves into the training room. Each one of them towered over Thorn, and yet they knew they must obey her implicitly. If a kajirus was whipped almost to death for touching an eight copper tarsk girl, it would be an actual slow, lingering, death if a kajirus dared to touch the Thorn of a slaver house.

 

“You know you can’t practise indefinitely on the apparatus,” said Thorn as she cracked a whip against the tiles. “You know there comes a day when you have to practise what you’ve learnt on an actual male.”

 

All four male slaves looked cold and brutal. They may well have been convicted criminals, forced into slavery. All four of them gazed at us like a sleen gazes at its prey. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Eighteen

 

I spent my first five days at the House of Andronicus in a stimulation cage, naked, save for my collar. 

 

Like most such cages it was ornately barred, setting it very much apart from the common cages in a kennel pen. Despite its low ceiling (a feature shared by most kennels) there was a lot of space for me to move around, though I could never stand upright. 

 

“While you are in the House of Andronicus for training, you are not permitted to look directly into the eyes of a male,” explained Hersius, Second Rank Slaver. “If you do so you will be punished.” 

 

I had been brought to the house by Sadric, and, as I knelt in the reception room, he paid thirty copper tarsks to the house scribe who made notes in the main ledger. Thirty! That was almost four times what Mikos had originally paid to buy me. “Pleasure slave training,” Sadric said, indicating me as I knelt in nadu. “I don’t expect miracles, but I want Cassie to be able to perform adequately in the furs. She is to be sensuous and eager to please, with the ability to do so.”

Secrets of Gor Chapter Seventeen

 

My wrists were braceleted behind the small of my back as I preceded Victor into the living room. Something was wrong, I could sense it, and I knew Donna well enough that braceleting me like this meant she thought there was a chance I’d react badly to whatever it might be. I felt a tightness in my chest and tried to fight back against a rising sense of panic.

 

“Stay calm,” said Victor as he touched my upper arm. 

 

That’s easy for you to say. You haven’t been braceleted because your Mistress fears how you might react, I thought to myself.

 

“And don’t give us any reason to have to punish you, Cassie.” Victor motioned for me to kneel on the tiles, which I did. “Just take a few deep breaths. You’re a good girl.” He ruffled my hair in a way that was supposed to reassure me. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Sixteen

 

A blanket of despair settled over me now that I knew I would be kept as a slave until I achieved some sort of competency in bondage. Every evening Raisa would provide the Mistress of the House with an assessment, and so far that assessment had been poor. 

 

“She is clumsy, not yet in touch with her slave belly, unskilled, and stiff when she moves. She has much to learn, and seems unmotivated to do so,” remarked Raisa after Simon had left that night.

 

“Oh, I think she has motivation to better herself now,” remarked Donna. “Remember, Cassie, the onus is on you, yourself, to learn the skills to be a pleasing House slave.”

 

I was hyper ventilating, realising that unlike Emma, who was taught everything she needed to know in the slave pens of Banu Hashim, I would have to somehow learn everything by myself. How was that going to be possible!

 

I didn’t even know what a slave girl needed to learn, let alone how to learn it.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Fifteen

 

“More Bazi tea, Simon? And you really should try one of the small tea cakes. They will remind you so much of Earth.”

 

“Cassandra…” said Simon, as he sat there in a state of shock and awe, gazing at the swell of my breasts, so dramatically emphasised in the tight, thin, rep cloth tunic. He had never seen me like this before, and perhaps never imagined how slave-like my body might be in a tunic and collar. 

 

Donna cautioned me before I could speak. “Remember he is a Free Man, Cassie. You call him Master, or I will take the switch go your thighs.” She then turned to Simon and added, “her name is Cassie. Please do not confuse her with the name of your beloved companion. It would be insulting to the Lady Cassandra Assante if you applied her name to a common house slut.”

 

“But…” Simon looked confused. 

 

“Have some tea,” Donna said, and watched as Simon raised the small cup to his lips. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Fourteen

 

The girl, Cath, held my hand as we walked care-free through the crowded market place. 

 

“You’re smiling,” she said to me, as she nudged my shoulder with her own.

 

“No I’m not.” I swiftly stopped smiling. A warrior woman of the Assante does not smile when she is forced to wear a demeaning slave tunic and go out onto the streets to do chores. 

 

“I probably have the authority to spank you if you lie to me, Cassie,” said Cath with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. ”Are you asking for a spanking?”

 

“Try it, and see what happens,” I said sharply. 

 

“You’d probably enjoy it.”

 

I sniffed and made a show of looking elsewhere. A warrior woman of the Assante does not ask to be spanked. It was late morning, and I was now counting down the final ehn until my inevitable freedom, and so I had been happy to accompany Cath on her errands if it meant getting out of the house until the final ehn ticked by. I was far less likely to be do something wrong that might justify the application of the switch to my bottom, if I wasn’t visible in the house. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Thirteen

 

Not surprisingly, my entire body felt sore and stiff next morning. It was impossible to tell what hour it was as the basement was perpetually dark and gloomy without the aid of an artificial light source such as a lantern. What little light did filter through from the surface came from small slits close to the ceiling that must have been set to the street level above our heads. I felt tired too, as I’d had little sleep on the rough mattress. The single blanket had done little to keep me warm, though Cath’s body pressed close to mine had helped. 

 

We had spoken quietly in the darkness to begin with.

 

“Talking often helps a girl when she is new to bondage,” she had whispered as I shivered under the blanket.

 

“I have nothing to say.” She was a slave. We had nothing in common. It was ridiculous that she should even be speaking to me. 

Secrets of Gor Chapter Twelve

 

“It tastes bad, mama. I don’t like it,” cried Mary as she stirred the lumpen stew on her plate.

 

“The suls are hard in the middle,” added Aefic. “I don’t think they’re cooked properly. Yuk!”

 

The Lady Donna sat with her children at the dining table, and none of them were at all impressed with my first attempt at cooking.  

 

I had told Raisa that I didn’t know how to cook, but the slave bitch had ordered me into the kitchen anyway. The tears and snot had barely dried on my face from my painful switch whipping before I was ordered to begin work, and my first chore was to prepare and cook dinner for my so-called Mistress. I had gazed at the kitchen, with its unfathomable array of pots and pans and cooking utensils, a cold iron stove, and a larder full of raw vegetables, grains and meat still on the bone, and I despaired. 

 

“I have never cooked a meal in my life,” I cried. “I don’t know where to begin, Mistress.”

Secrets of Gor Chapter Eleven

 

“What did she cost, Mistress?” asked Raisa as she inspected me in view of the courtyard of Donna’s house. The children, Mary and Aefic, were in a state of constant excitement as they hovered around the doorway, gently held back by Donna’s second slave, Cath, for the arrival of a new slave was always an exciting time for them.

 

“Seven copper tarsks,” said Donna. As she watched Raisa at work, she wrote some notes at a small desk. Raisa had stripped me and was inspecting my brand site. As far as I could tell, Raisa had no idea who I really was. She wasn’t that good an actress that she could pretend otherwise. It had taken almost an ahn to walk back to the small town house that Donna shared with Victor. Normally I would have been carried the distance in a palanquin, but Donna couldn’t afford such luxury. While the distance wasn’t a problem, the rough ground was. I was soon reminded how soft the soles of my feet were as I walked over stones to reach the quarter that Donna called home. 

 

“New slave!” cried Mary as she tried to rush forward. “We have a new slave!”

Secrets of Gor Chapter Ten

 

“There is the matter of suitable compensation, of course. She broke my nose, and tried to blind our metal smith,” remarked the slaver, Hersius, as the Lady Donna gazed down at me.

 

I knelt as a slave does before a Free Woman, that is to say in tower position, resting back on my heels, with my back straight, my stomach flat, and my hands resting palms down, lightly on my thighs, head up, gaze forward, but not making eye contact with anyone. My thighs were together, not open, as a Free Woman was present. It is an insult for a slave to open her thighs before a Free Woman, the way she might typically do before a man. That is a sexual invitation, and would be rewarded with the lash from an offended Free Woman. 

 

Men on the other hand expect the thighs of a slave to be parted, suggesting availability, and a desire to please. 

 

“Compensation?” enquired the Lady Donna, pleasantly.

 

“My nose,” said Hersius again.

Secrets of Gor Chapter Nine

 

I was already familiar with the House of Andronicus, of course, not only because of my previous incarceration there, but because in the past it was where I had purchased my First Girl, Brianna. Andronicus is one of the finer Slaver Houses within Vonda, and its stock usually carries an excellent pedigree. I was often an enthusiastic shopper who spoke highly of both the quality of their stock and their after sales support. 

 

From the outside, the House seems grimly fortified, with a high wall surrounding the grounds, and bars set on all the window spaces. The wagon rolled on towards the rear of the property where a wide gate opened into the main courtyard. I began to grow more anxious as I caught sight of the forbidding structure, for I knew it was a place from which escape was completely impossible. 

Slave Garment Suggestions by the gracious Lady Imke

 

Following Chloe’s appeal for interactive input on designing new slave garments (see previous post), the gracious Lady Imke has submitted some of her own designs, modelled by one of her own slaves, that she suggests might be suitable for the new slave, Cassie, to wear. 

 

The first design is a common work camisk suitable for a slave that performs household chores. It is simple rep cloth, cheap and easily procured. Cheap, like the girl who might be wearing it. :) 

Cassie's new clothes!

 

Good morning kind Masters and gentle Mistresses. It’s Chloe here again – you know me by now – First Girl of Brinn of the Sardar and, well, I thought I should have a word with you all about a… new girl… fresh to her collar.

 

She’s called Cassie, and, well, without going into any details about her former life, let’s just say that Emma was deliriously excited when she heard the news. I think the last thing she said was something like: 

 

“OhMyGOD!OHMYGOD!CanITrainHer?!Please,PLEASE,Please,CanIBeTheOneToTrainHer?!OhGod,IFeelFaint!IThinkI’mGoingToBurstABloodVesselInMyHead!”