'Feed!' he cried.
I screamed, thrust toward the wide, fanged jaws of the beast.
He jerked me back, cruelly, on my knees, and I saw the jaws snapping at me, saw the curved teeth, the hideous tongue and eyes. Again and again the jaws snapped at me, once grazing my body, as I was held just outside the perimeter of the beast's chain. It pulled against the chain and collar, trying to reach me. Then, angrily, the man threw me backward in the dirt, across the room, on my side.
'Do not feed!' he cried to the beast.
Then, from a hook on the wall, he took a large piece of meat, bosk meat, and threw it to the animal. It began tearing at it with its fangs and claws. It could have been my body.
The man approached me.
I lay on my side in the dirt, naked and bound, looking up at him in horror. In his hand he held an uplifted slave whip.
'You told me you were free,' he said.
'No! No!' I cried. 'I am a slave! A slave!'
'A hundred arrow points is too much for such a slave,' he said.
Terrified, I struggled to my knees and put my head down, to his feet. 'Kiss my feet,' said he, 'Slave.'
I did so.
'The proud Miss Brinton,' he said.
I trembled at his feet.
'Are you prepared to negotiate?' he asked.
I put my forehead against his feet, to the straps of his sandals, my hair falling across his sandals.
'Command me,' I begged.
He stepped away from me. I lifted my head. I saw that he took the red-silk robe, and cast it into the fire. Kneeling in the dirt, naked and bound, tears in my eyes, I watched it burn.
He regarded me.
I put down my head. 'Command me, Master,' I begged, Elinor Brinton, a cowering Gorean slave girl.
'It is our intention,' he said, 'to have you trained as a slave girl, to give exquisite pleasures to a master. And then you will be placed in a certain house.'
'Yes, Master?' I asked.
'And,' he said, 'in this house, you will poison its master.'
I looked at him with horror.
Suddenly there was a horrifying squeal and a splintering of wood.
I screamed.
The head of a sleen, eyes blazing, its long needlelike teeth snapping, thrust through the small, broken window, the shutters splintered to the side. Snarling, it began to wiggle its shoulders, like a cat, through the opening. The beast at the side of the wall went wild.
The man, suddenly distraught, cried out in fear, backing away from the window. I was on my feet, backed against the wall.
The large, wide, triangular head of the sleen, its nocturnal eyes blinking against the sudden light of the fire, thrust further into the room, followed by its shoulders, then its right, clawed paw.
The beast bellowed in fury, leaping up.
The man, as though brought to his senses by the maddened cry of the beast, picked up the slave whip and ran to the window, striking the sleen, trying to drive it back through the window. But, as I watched in horror, I realized the sleen could not retreat. It now had two paws through the window and a third of its body. It squealed and hissed in fury, struck by the whip, and then it caught it in its teeth and tore it away from the man. I, bound, screamed and pressed against the wall. Then the man picked up a piece of wood, kindling, from near the fire, and struck the sleen. The wood broke across its neck. Another paw and leg, clawed, scrabbled through the window. The sleen has six legs. It is long, sinuous; it resembles a lizard, save that it is furred and mammalian. In its attack frenzy it is one of the most dangerous animals on Gor. Wildly the man bent down to the fire and picked up a piece of wood from the fire, burning, and thrust it toward the sleen. It squealed in pain, blinded in one eye. Then it caught the wood in its teeth and wrenched it away. Then another leg came through the window, and almost half of the animal's body thrust into the room. The man then screamed and fled to the door. He threw up the beams, unlocking it. The beast roared at him and he turned, terrified. I screamed. I could not understand. It was almost as though the beast had commanded him to remain. The sleen, hissing, one eye blazing, the other seared by the torch, maddened with pain, began to wiggle and squirm through the aperture. Then to my horror I observed the beast. It lifted its large paws to its throat. The paws were six-digited, several jointed, almost like furred tentacles, surmounted by clawlike growths, blunted, filed. It unfastened the buckled collar at its throat and cast it aside.
Then, with a cry of rage, it leapt toward the sleen. The two animals locked in combat. The sleen came through the window, scrambling through, biting and tearing. The beast seized it about the throat, its great jaws biting at the throat and vertebrae. The two animals rolled in the small hut, twisting, squealing, hissing, scattering the benches and table. Then, with a horrifying snap of bone and tearing of flesh, and fur the jaws of the beast bit through the back of the sleen's neck. It stood there then, holding the body of the sleen in its claws, its mouth dropping fur and blood. The body of the sleen twisted compulsively. The beast turned to regard us.
'It's dead,' cried the man. 'Put it down.'
The beast looked at him, uncomprehendingly, and I was suddenly terrified. The man, too, seemed terrified.
Then the beast threw back its head and uttered a wild horrifying scream, and fell to feeding on the sleen's carcass.
'No! No!' cried the man. 'Do not feed! Do not feed!'
The beast raised its head, half buried in the sleen's body, meat hanging from its jaws.
'Do not feed!' whispered the man.
I was terrified.
The beast was in its feeding frenzy. I suspected it could not then be controlled. Surely the man, who knew more than I of such matters, was almost beside himself with terror.
'Stop! cried the man.
The beast looked at him, eyes blazing, its face drenched in blood.
'Obey your master!' I cried. 'Obey your master!'
The beast looked at me. I shall never forget the horror I felt. 'I am the master,' it said.
The man cried out and fled from the hut. I, forgotten by the beast in its feeding, inched toward the door, and then, hearing the feeding of the beast behind me, fled, naked and bound, into the darkness.
11 Soron of Ar
I knelt on the low wooden platform, while one of the leather workers, with a long needle, approached my face.
'See,' said Targo, to the other girls, 'El-in-or is brave.'
Many of them were whimpering.
I closed my eyes. No anesthetic was used, for I was a slave, but it was not particularly painful.
It was said to be a Turian custom, from the far south, which was spreading north.
The leather worker then went to the other side of the platform.
There were tears in my eyes, for my eyes smarted.
I felt the second pain, sharp, followed by an unpleasant burning sensation. The leather worker stood up.
My ears had been pierced.
The girls, in line, kneeling, cried out, whimpering and shuddering. Guards stood on either side of the line.
'See how brave El-in-or is,' said Targo.
The leather worker wiped away the bit of blood with a cloth.
He then fixed two tiny steel rods, with threaded ends, through the wounds. To each end of each of the rods he threaded a tiny steel disk, that the tiny rods might be held in the wounds. The disks and rods would be removed in 4 days. 'Next,' he said.
None of the girls moved.
I left the platform. Ute, biting her lip, tears in her eyes, said, 'I will go next.' The other girls gasped, and shuddered.
Ute knelt on the platform.
I stood to one side. My hand went to my right ear. 'Do not touch your ear, Slave,' snapped the leather worker.
'No, Master,' I said.
'Stand against the wall, El-in-or,' said Targo.
'Yes, Master,' I said, and went to the side of the large slave room in the public pens of Ko-ro-ba.
'I, too, am of the leather workers,' Ute told the leather worked, with the needle.
'No,' he said, 'you are only a slave.'
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I saw her kneel, very straight, on the wood, and watched the needle pass through her right ear lobe. She did not cry out. Perhaps she wished to show courage before one who was of the leather workers.
The lady Rena of Lydius flung herself naked, on her knees, before Targo. She lifted her hands to him.
'You took me on contract,' she said. 'You captured me for another! Surely you will not do this to me! My master would surely object! Do not do this cruel thing to
