went to the door.
'Where is the topaz, Jason?' she inquired. 'I choose not to inform you of its location,' I said. 'Excellent,' she said. 'You keep your slaves in ignorance.'
'Do not confuse yourself with a slave, Miss Henderson.' I said. 'If you were my slave, you would be in no doubt about the fact.' 'I wonder,' she said.
I considered her throat. I did not think it would look bad in a close-fitting steel collar, properly inscribed, identifying her as mine. Then I forced such thoughts from my mind. She was Miss Beverly Henderson of Earth.
'May I inquire as to the duration of my punishment?' she asked. 'An Ahn or two, I expect,' I said. 'I will have Lola restore the house to order. When she is finished you will be freed and sent to your room. You many emerge in the morning.'
'And little Lola will come in here to lick your feet,' she said bitterly. 'She wil do what she is commanded,' I said. 'I may have her do that. I may not. It will depend totally upon my will.'
'What manner of man are you?' she asked horrified. 'One who does not mind having a beautiful woman naked, collraed, a slave at his totaly mercy, licking his feet.' I said. 'How pathetic to be a slave!' she cried.
'Rejoice in your freedom,' I told her. I then opened the door and preapred to exit.'Jason,' she said. 'Yes,' I said. 'I yielded to my rapist,' she said. 'As a slave?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said.'Am I not then a slave?' Perhaps,' I said. 'I will never yield to you,' she said. 'You canot make me yield to you.'
I smiled to myself, for was she not female? Then I put such thoughts from my mind.She was Miss Beverly Henderson of Earth.
I exited and closed the door, quietly, 'I hate you!' she cried out from within.
16. Lola Has Not Greeted Me as I Return Home I Hurry to the Wharves
'Lola!' I called. 'Lola!'
The days work had been long on the docks. I was looking forward to receivng the attentions of the lovely little slut.'Lola!' I called.
Where was she? By now she should hve run to me and knelt before me, happily, waiting to be commanded. 'Lola!' I called. 'Lola!' I began to grown slightly irritated. Was the girl lax? Perhaps it would be necessary to put her under some unpleasant discipline.
'She is not here,' said Miss Henderson, lightly.
'You have sent her shopping?' I asked.'No,' she said. 'Where is she?' I asked. 'You know I like her at my feet when I come home.'
'She is not here,' said Miss Henderson, somewhat evasively I thought.
'Where is she?' I asked. 'She was a poor slave,' said Miss Henderson. 'She was lazy. Her work was not adequate.'Where is she?' I asked. 'I grew displeased with her,' said Miss Henderson.
'Where is she,' I asked.'I sold her.' said Miss Henderson.
I looked at her disbelievingly.'Her work was not satisfactory,' she said. 'I ordered her to submit to binding, as a slave must. I then with a switch, conducted her to the whaves where I sold her.'
'To what merchant?' I asked angrily. 'I did not inquire his name,' she said. 'The market was on what wharf?' I asked. 'I received two copper tarsks for her,' she said. 'The market was on what wharf?' I asked.
'I will give you the two copper tarsks if you wish,' she said. 'The market was on what wharf?' I asked.
'I did not pay any attention,' she said. 'Doubtless, by now, she has been sold off anyway, Jason! Take your hands off me!'
I held her rudely by the arms, almost lifting her from the floor. 'She was not yours to sell!' I said.
'I wil give you the two copper tarsks if you wish,' she said. 'We can buy another work slave, if you wish,a better worker, one mutually agreeable to us.'
'Lola was a splendid worker,' I said. 'I did not care for her,' said Miss Henderson. 'Jason!'
I had flung her halfway across the room in fury. 'Beware!' she said. 'I am free!' You had no right to sell her,' I said.'I am free!' she said. 'I do what I please!'
I glared at her in fury. Then I turned about. 'Where are you going?' she asked. 'To the wharves,' I said. 'She will have been sold by now!' she cried. 'You will never find her.'
'When did you take her to the market?' I asked. 'Early this morning,' she said, 'as soon as you had left.' 'You planned well,' I said. 'You will never find her!' she cried.I left the house in fury slamming the door. 'You will never find her!' she cried from within. I began to run toward the wharves.
17. I Ponder the Contentment of a Slave
'You take me with some bitterness, Master,' she said. 'has Peggy displeased you?' No,' I said. 'I am angry.'Ah,' she said, 'then ventilate your emotions upon me, for I am only a slave,' She kissed me. 'I must submit in whatever means you you choose to do to me. Do you wish to whip me?' No,' I said. 'It is not you whom I should make suffer.'
'Some free woman has displeased you?' she asked. 'Yes,' I said. 'Then take your vengance upon her,' she said. 'Collar her. Make her your slave.'She is from earth,' I said.'We are not different from other women,' she said, 'unless it might be, perhaps, that we make better slaves.' She leaned back on the furs of the alvoce. 'Is this the same female concerning whom we once spoke? 'she who was with you in the restaurant?'
'Yes,' I said. 'The pretty little beast.' she said. 'Yes,' I said. 'And you have not yet enslaved her? Master is dilatory.' 'Do you think so?' I asked. 'A Gorean man would soon have her lovely little throat locked in his steel collar,' she said. 'But she is from Earth,' I said.
'Master is quaint,' she laughed. 'Forgive me Master,' she smiled.'What did she do?' asked Peggy.
I then grew again bitter. 'She sold a slave of mine,' I said 'unknown to me and without right.'For a man,' said Peggy, 'such an offense is punishable by exile. For a woman, remanded by a praetor, the penality is commonly that she herself will then wear the collar.' 'Oh?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said. 'Enslave her.' 'I cannot,' I said. 'She is from Earth.'
'The women of Earth,' she smled, 'are never to be punished, no maatter what they do?' No,' I said.
'Gorean men,' she laughed, 'are not so tolerant of our flaws. We may be severely punished even for displeasing them in the slightest.'
'You may be serverely punished even at their whim,' I said. 'Yes,' she said. 'But you are slaves,' I reminded her.'That is true,' she said,' We were brought to Gor to be collared and made slaves.'
'She is free,' I reminded her. 'Enslave her,' said Peggy. 'But then she would be only another Gorean slave girl,' I said, 'no different from others.'True,' said Peggy. 'And she would be mine to do with exactly as I pleased,' I said, 'totally.' Precisely,' said Peggy. Oh,' she said suddenly, 'you are so strong.'
'I must put such thoughts from my head,' I said. 'Why?' she asked, clutching me, pressing closely agains me. 'Men must not think such thoughts,' I said.
'Why?' she asked. 'Because they so considerably increase a man's virility?' She held to me tightly. 'I would rather that they put thoughts from their heads,' she said, 'that would make them miserable and weak. How can thoughts be wrong which make men great and strong?'
I am a slave inyour arms. Does your blood not call you to your destiny, my Master? My blood, racing in my weakened body, opened like a flower to you, yielding, calls me to mine. I submit to you my Master. I beg you to be strong with me, to own me. Peggy begs Master to take her!'
I then took her, and she screamed with pleasure, a taken slave. Later, I held her closely. 'Are you a contented slave?' I am a slave.' she whispered., 'whether I am contented or not.'Speak,' He said.'Yes, Master,' she whispered softly, 'I am a contented slave.'
