Gor - Witness Of Gor Part 73

It was the voice of he who had been behind me in the crowd.

"No, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master!"

"Her manner changes quickly," observed the free woman.

"I wondered why you were dallying here," he said.

"Forgive me, Master." I said.

"What a slave she is," said the free woman.

"What was it you wanted to know?" he asked.

"In what city I wear my collar, Master," I said.

"So small and simple a thing?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"It seems you might have found that out in a thousand ways," he said.

"I am illiterate, Master," I said. "It is not so easy."

"Why didn't you ask me?" he asked.

"Would Master have told me?" I asked.

"No," he said. "And then I would have beaten you, and then bound you and wired a note to your collar, testifying to your indiscretion."

"Yes, Master," I said, in misery.

"But it is now too late for such things," he said, "for you have tricked a free woman and have now learned in what city you are."

"Forgive me, Master," I begged.

"Close your eyes," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"You have discomfited this free woman," he said.

"Forgive me, Master," I said, frightened, my eyelids pressed shut.

"You are now going to kick and squeak before this free woman," he said.

"Master!" I moaned.

He spun me about. "Oh!" I cried, as I was lifted from my feet.

I heard the free woman gasp.

"Oh!" I cried, again.

"Excellent little tasta," he said.

"Master?" I said. "Master?"

I heard some men laugh, doubtless pa.s.sers-by.

But then, in moments, my feet off the ground, my arms and legs clutched about him, I began to gasp.

Then, a little later, he lowered me to the ground and, mercifully, bundled my head in his cloak, only then permitting me to open my eyes. I could see the darkness inside the cloak, and sometimes, as I was turned toward the sun, the coloring of it, red, and light through the tiny openings in the weaving. And then, shortly thereafter, as he took me again from myself, as men can, and mastered me, I began to kick and squeak.

After a time he was through with me.

"Close your eyes," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

He then removed his cloak from about my head.

"The free woman," he said, "will tell you when I am gone. Only then may you open your eyes."

"Yes, Master," I said, lying on the stones of the docking area, my body a medley of sensations, physical and psychological, of confusion, humiliation, fear, and rapture.

"When you return to your kennel tonight," he said, "you are to tell your keeper what you have done today."

"Please, no, Master!" I begged, my eyes pressed shut. "Yes, Master," I said, in misery.

I lay on the stones.

"He is gone," whispered the free woman, after a time.

I opened my eyes, and rose to all fours, and looked at the free woman.

"Are you going to tell your master, or keeper?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

There would be inordinate risks in not doing so.

"Surely you will be whipped, at least," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"But you will tell, anyway?"

"Yes, Mistress." Surely she must understand the ease with which the matter could be brought to the attention of the authorities. The simplest, most casual, check could determine whether or not I had complied. I did not know, of course, whether or not that check would be made. But it could be made, tonight, or tomorrow, or months from now. I would not care for it to be made and have its result not in my interest. It might be the difference between a las.h.i.+ng and being thrown to sleen.

"How helpless you are, as a slave," she marveled.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I knelt.

"What is it like to be so helpless, so vulnerable, so subjugated, so dominate?" she asked.

"Doubtless Mistress will learn," I said, softly.

"Men are such powerful brutes," she said. "Why will they not compromise with us, and do what we tell them?"

"It is we who are slaves who must do as we are told," I said.

"I may be made a slave," she said.

"Mistress may be a.s.sured of it," I said.

"Then what was done to you could be done to me," she said. "I would have to obey!"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Men could use me, me, a free woman-"

"Once a free woman," I said.

"-to satisfy their terrible, ferocious l.u.s.ts!"

"Be pleased," I said, "that on this world men are so free, so healthy, so strong. Here their l.u.s.ts have not been reduced to tepidities."

"I would have to serve!" she said.

"Wholly," I said.

"I would be branded, and collared!" she said.

"Yes," I said.

"It is so different from being a free woman!"

"Yes," I said.

"Then I would have to vulnerably answer to their l.u.s.ts," she said.

"And how else," I asked, "could your own needs be satisfied?"

She looked at me.

"I do not refer to the tamenesses, the ba.n.a.lities, the lukewarmnesses,"

I said. "I do not refer to the tepidities. I refer to perilous heights and formidable depths. I refer to matters of force and power, of storms and fire, of songs and blood, of shouting and crying, of laughter and tears, of realities, of victories, of dominance and submission, of owner and owned, of master and slave, of the joy of absolute and uncompromising conquest and the rapture of utter, unconditional surrender."

"I have dreamed of such things," she said.

"So, too," said I, "has every woman."

"I would have no choice," she said.

"No," I said. "You would be only a slave."

"I could learn," she said, "to lick and kiss for a candy."

"Or an apricot?" I smiled.

"Yes," she said.

"You will learn just how precious such small things may become," I said.

"I am sorry that I called out so cruelly to the slaves," she said.

"You yourself will doubtless discover, in time," I said, "what it is to be insulted by, and abused by, and even whipped by, free women."

"I did not understand," she said.

"It is hard to understand, if one is not in the collar," I said.

"Don't go!" she said.

"I must be getting back," I said.

"I awakened in my bed," she said, "as I was being gagged. I could not cry out. It was a young, blond raider of Treve who captured me I was stripped and bound, and put to his pleasure, in my own bed!

Then he hooded me and earned me to the roof where his tarn was waiting. Later I served him nude in his camp, as though I might be a slave. I knelt, serving him his food. I poured his wine."

"And how did you feel about this?" I asked.

I saw she was struggling to speak. Then she whispered, "I loved it!"

I nodded.

"But this distressed me," she said, "that I should have such feelings!"

"Yes?" I said.

"So I was insolent-"

"What occurred then?" I asked.

"He seized me and swathed my entire upper body with coa.r.s.e rope," she said. "He then put me to his pleasure, briefly and brutally. He then swathed my whole lower body with similar rope. He then left me that way for the night! I wept and begged his forgiveness toward morning, but it earned me only a kick and a warning to be silent. Then, the next day, he put me on the common chain. Afterwards I would cry out to him that I hated him, and then a little later, I would beg him to keep me!"

"I understand," I said.