knows she is fit meat for the lust of men. Does her very condition not tell her that? Too, she herself, though is not touched. This is frustrating to her, naturally, and intensified her desire, usually near the surface in a slave, to be taken in the arms of the Master.He is Master. Second, it is not unpleasant to be washed humbly by a beautiful woman. Third, such service tends to arouse the girl. It is not uncommon, when such a bath has been finished, and he has been toweled by the beauty, that she kneels before him and begs to be raped.
'The bath is finished, Master,' said the girl, standing before me. I jerked loose the yellow cord from her hair. I then, with the cord, tied her wrist behind her back. I thought it well that she should feel herself tied.
I then threw thick love furs at the foot of the couch. She heard them. I lifed the chains there and put them on top of the furs.
I conducted her to a place at the foot of the couch. She stood there on the furs. Often slave girls are not permitted on the couch. They are used at its foot. I took the steel collar, the rounded, narrow metal loop, with its lock, which she had brought with her into the room.
I snapped it about her throat. It fitted closely.'I am now a collared female,' she said. I walked away from her and placed the key among my things.I returned to her then and looked at her. Gorean men truly look at women and they know themselves looked at truly.
'My brand,' she said, 'is the common Kajira mark. I hope it pleases Master.'I regarded it, the staff and fronds, delicate and incisive, beauty subject to discipline.Quickly I snapped my fingers, sharply. She knelt immediately on the furs among the chains. She knes well where she knelt. She knelt back on her heels, spreading her knees.I then sat on the edge of the couch, at its bottom, the plams of my hands resting on its furs and looked upon her.I wanted to howl with pleasure.
Beverly Henderson, naked and bound, knelt before me in the position of the pleasure slave. 'Master?' she inquired. I noted that she has assumed the position spontaneously. That interested me.
I knew that come what may I must have her, and have her well. If she were not sent forth in the morning, perhaps bruised and sobbing, as a well-ravished slave, the men of the holding of Policrates, and its master himself, would grow throughtful. My failure to subject her uncompromisingly to the predations of my mastery would be certain to generate suspicion. The true courier of Ragnar Voskjard, I knew, would be expected to handle women well.
'Master has not deigned to speak to me,' she said. 'Am I to be whipped? Am I not pleasing?' I did not of course, as was my intent, respond to her. 'It Master not going to rape me?' she asked.'Did Master not select me out from the other girls for his pleasure?' She squirmed miserably before me. 'Perhaps I am not pretty enough now for Master,' she said, 'now that he has seen me closely. I know that I am not as beautiful as many of the girls. I know that they say that I am not a good slave, and that I am not well broekn as yet to my collar, but I wil try to please you well.'
It interested me to her her speak. She spoke as might hae a slave. Did she not know she was from Earth?
'I cannot dance,' she ssid. 'And I do not know the love songs of slaves.'I said nothing.'They have not taught me to dance,' she said. 'nor have I been permitted to learn the desiresongs of heated slaves.' I said nothing.
'They have not taught me to dance,' she whimpered, 'not have I been permitted to learn the desire songs of heated slaves.' I said nothing.
'What does Master want of me?' she askedpiterously. I did not respond to her.
'I acknowledge you as the coruier of Ragnar Voskjard,' she said. 'I acknowleed you as aa great and important man. An I acknowledge myself as only a miserable slave. It is a great honor for me that you hve selected me out, from the others, to be sent to your chambers this night to serve you.' She looked toward me, piteously, though she could see nothing in the dark confines of the blindfold. 'I will try to be worthy of your choice,' she said. 'I will try to please you.' Again I did not respond to her.
'I am frightend!' she said. 'Obviously I must not be pleasing toyou. Then whip me, and call for another girl!' I did not move. 'But you are not ata this moment whipping me,' she said, 'nor calling for another girl. Now I am truly frightened for I know that somehow, now, you must find me pleasing, or of interest. But I am terrified that man such as you might find me pleasing or of interest. What will he do to me? Oh, please, Master, speak to me! Let me tell, if only by the tone of your voice, what are you intentions with respect to me! Oh, I am so helpless! I am so helpless!'
I regarded her and the sttel collar on her throat, placed there by my own hand. 'I am so helpless,' she wept. Then she tossed her head and smiled. 'You have me at something of a disadvantge, Master,' she laughed, 'for whereas you may see. I am blindfolded and where you are free, I am kneeling, collared, nude and bound.' Her lower lip sudden trembled. 'Please speak to me Master,' she begged.
She was very beautiful. She squirmed in the loops of yellow cord holding her wrists behind her back. 'I understand,' she said, 'why I must be blindfolded, that you have doubtless here, in the privacy of your own chambers removed you mask. I am not to be permitted to see the face of the courier or Ragnor Voskjard, no more than others, even though I am a lowly slave. Who knows through what sales or changings of hands a girl who is mere property such as I might pass? You cannot reisk that I might, somedsay, somewhere, if only by inadvertence, perhaps by a startled cry or gesture, or a too-eager licking at your feet, compromise your secret.'
I was interested that she had spoken, and naturally, of the licking of feet. That sort of thing is common in a slave girl. Did she not know she was from Earth?.
'But you cannot even spek to me, Master?' she begged. 'Ah!' she said, 'that you do not speak to me must also be intended to conceal your identity! You would not wish me to be able to recognize even your voice!' She trembled. 'Or is it rather,' she asked, 'that I am so low a slve that you do not concern yourself even to speak to me?'
I smiled.Whereas the frightened, deferential slave had not recognized me sitting regally with Policartes and Kliomenes in the feasting hallk in the robes and mask of the courier of Ragnar Voskjart, I did not doubt but what she might quickly recognize my voice.
'I have it Master,' She said happily. 'I fyou do not speak to help protect your identity, touch me once upon the elft shoulder. If you do not speak because you regard me as only a contemptible slave, unworthy to be spoken to, touch me once upon the left arm.' She lifted her body, tensing to see where she might be touched. 'Please Master!' she begged. But I did not move.
'She then knelt back on her heels. 'I see Master,' she said miserably. 'Not even that is to be made known to me.' She shuddered. 'Do you not know how terrifying it is to be in a room, blindfolded, with one who does ot speak to you? Ah, perahps you do!' She smled. 'You well know how to treat a slave, Master,' she said.
I was interested to note that she spoke of herself, naturally, as a slave. 'But yet,' she said, 'you are permitting me to speak. You have not struck me to silence, nor put a block of wood in my mouth, or gagged me. I may gather then, that a least until I feel your blow, or the lash of your whip, that you wish to hear me speak. But why would this be? What could I, a mere slave, have to say that might interest you? She pulled at the cord loops. She seemed genuinely puzzled.
'How am I different from other girls?' she asked herself, aloud, thinking. ' Of course!' she said suddenly delightedly. 'Now I have it, I am the only Earth girl in the holding! They told you I was from Earth didn't they? You are not familiar with EArth girls. That ingrigued you! They must have told you. You did not take me in your hands and force open my mouth to look for bits of metal in my teeth. I do not think my accent betrayed me, for there are many barbarian accents on Gor, and I speak Gorean excellently!'
I smiled, the vain little thing but it was true that she did speak a liquid, fluent Gorean. Her linguistic skills in this respect, and I have unusual aptitude in such matters, approached my own.
'That my masters call me Beverly,' she said 'would not in itself tell you that I was from Earth. Not unoften Gorean girls, particularly if they are to be consigned to a low slavery, are given such names. Perhaps then you might have seen the tiny scaring on my left arm. It is called a 'vaccination mark'.
'But, on the whole,' she said, 'I think it most likely that you were merely told that I was from Earth. This then you found of interest. You decided then that it was to be I who would come to your chambers this evening. Did you wish merely to see, being lower, were juicier puddings than our Gorean sisters, or beyond this, as a matter of
