'I am not the sort of woman who can be enjoyed,' she hissed. 'I am a free woman! I am the Lady Florence of Vonda! Oh! Oh!'
I laughed softly to myself. How little she understood the potentialities of her beauty.
'Oh, oh,' she moaned.
'You have underestimated yourself, lovely Lady,' I assured her.
She glared up at me.
'To be sure,' I said, 'you are a far cry from a slave.'
'Sleen,' she said, but then closed her eyes and yielded to the pleasures which I saw fit, she at my mercy, to inflict upon her. 'Oh,' she wept. 'Oh.'
'But not too far a cry,' I added.
She did not even respond to me, but only cried out softly, moaning. The fullness of a woman's orgasms, of course, in the totality of their physiological and psychological dimensions can be attained only by the female slave, the woman who is fully owned and finds herself at the complete mercy of a dominating and powerful master. Nonetheless I found the responsiveness of the Lady Florence, even though it was still well within the ranges attainable by the free woman, to be quite impressive. I was proud of my former Mistress. I had little doubt but that if she were made a slave she could learn well the arts of pleasing a master.
'By the way,' I asked, 'where is that new slave whom you sent to please me in the tunnel?'
She looked up at me, frightened. 'I sold her!' she said, quickly.
'She was a tasty little pudding,' I said.
'A tasty little pudding!' cried the Lady Florence, angrily.
'Yes, rather like yourself,' I said.
She looked at me in fury.
'Relax,' I said. 'For the time be content to be a tasty little pudding.'
'Oh!' she said, closing her eyes. 'Ah,' she said. 'Ah!'
'That is it,' I said.
'You beast,' she said, softly.
I kissed her.
'You shame me in my own bed,' she whispered. 'Oh, no!' she said. 'Do not make me yield again!'
'Orgus! Orgus!' we heard cry.
'Do not make me yield again!' she begged.
'Yield!' I said.
She cried out, yielding, helpless.
'Hear her scream,' laughed a man outside.
'Orgus is still busy with her,' laughed another man.
'You bold sleen,' wept the girl. 'Surely we shall both be discovered!'
'Did you catch the other stable slut?' asked one of the men outside.
'Yes,' said a voice. 'She says her name is `Tuka'. She is a hot one. I beat her well for being troublesome. She is now well chained at my stirrup.'
'Good,' said the first voice.
'Her name is now whatever we please to call her,' said another man.
'Of course,' said another.
'Fetch Orgus,' said the first voice. 'We wish to take flight.'
I smiled. The girl looked at me, frightened. Then she gritted her teeth, gasping. We half reared from the surface of the bed. Then we were still. She was sobbing. Then I thrust her back to the covers. The marks of my hands on her arms were deep. I then left the bed. I went to the side of the room and picked up a bench.
The girl had then struggled to her knees on the bed. Her hair was about her face and body. Her body was covered with sweat. Her hands were braceleted behind the small of her back. 'What you did to me!' she cried.
'Would you rather have spent the time wandering about the garden?' I asked.
She looked at me with anger.
'Kneel down beside the bed,' I said, 'facing it, your head down.'
'I am a free woman!' she screamed. 'You do not command me!'
'Do you want your neck broken?' I asked.
Swiftly she knelt beside the bed, facing it, head down.
'Ah,' said the fellow, coming through the door, 'there she is, stripped and braceleted.' He looked about. 'Orgus!' he cried. 'What has happened?'
'Greetings,' I said.
He spun about. His sword was but half from its sheath when the bench piled into his gut. Then I lifted the bench and broke it across his back.
'May I move, Jason?' asked the girl, not looking about.
'Yes,' I said.
She leaped to her feet and turned about.
I was kneeling near Orgus. I tore away his weapons and accouterments. I slipped his tunic from his body and drew it on. I also put on his sandals.
'You are strong, Jason,' said the Lady Florence, looking at the broken bench, 'very strong.'
'When these fellows revive,' I said, 'I do not think it would be wise for us to be in their vicinity.' I drew on the weapons and accouterments of Orgus. I did this primarily that they might contribute to my makeshift disguise. I did not know the uses of Gorean steel. I had little doubt but what one who was the master of such skills could make short work of me.
'When Orgus and Andar return,' said a voice outside, 'burn the house.'
'Have you emptied it of all valuables and slaves?' asked a voice.
'Of all but the Mistress,' said another voice, 'she whom Orgus has apparently been introducing to her new duties and condition.'
There was laughter.
The girl looked at me, frightened.
I drew on the helmet of Orgus.
'What are we to do?' begged the girl.
'Run to me, and turn your back,' I said.
'How fierce you look, in the helmet,' she said, shrinking back.
'Must I repeat a command?' I asked.
She ran to me, and turned her back. 'No Jason,' she said.
I freed her of the bracelets and threw the key and bracelets to the tiles.
'Head in leading position,' I said.
'I am the Lady Florence!' she said.
I took her head by the hair and held it at my hip. 'Oh,' she sobbed. It was thus that I had seen one of the brigands leading Bonnie into her new slavery, one in which she would serve not a woman, but men.
'Oh,' said the girl, in pain. 'Please, you're hurting me. What are you going to do?'
'Be silent,' I said. 'I have a plan.'
'Oh,' sobbed the girl, running beside me, bent over. Though she were the Lady Florence, a free woman of Vonda, I conducted her beside me as though she might have been a slave girl.
I strode rapidly through the halls of her house. Furniture bad been cut open and thrown about. Hangings had been torn down. Chests had been broken open. I exited through the main entrance of the house and made my way rapidly about the house, taking the path leading to the stable area.
'Ho, Orgus!' cried a voice from the garden. 'Ho, Orgus!'
'We are here!' called another voice.
I continued purposefully toward the stables.
'Have you not enjoyed her enough yet?' called a voice. 'Bring her along! Chain her with the others! You can enjoy her at your leisure in the camp. Orgus!'
I continued to walk rapidly toward the stables.
