She squirmed, and clenched her small fists. There were tears in her eyes.
'I am in need,' she said.
I crouched next to her, and felt her, gently. She pressed her small, hot, wet, rounded belly into my hand, her eyes closed.
'I se that you do not lie,' I said.
'No, Master,' she said.
'The collar looks well on your neck,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'And your hair is beautiful,' I said.
'Thank you, Master,' she said.
'Do you beg to be had?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Are you prepared to earn your having?' I asked.
'I will do anything,' she said.
'Kiss me,' I said.
'For so little,' she asked, 'I can earn my having?'
'But it must be the kiss of a slave,' I informed her.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
Our lips met, sweetly and tenderly, fully, lingeringly. Her lips, opened, soft, those of a submitting slave, at first met mine timidly, and then, as she understood that she was not to be spurned, or struck, more fully, more boldly, until her kiss was deep, helpless and warm, and she seemed one with the kiss, and lost within it, and then, again, timidly, she drew back, having proffered herself to me as a slave, to observe what might be my reaction, to see in my eyes if she had been found pleasing, and what would be her fate.
She looked at me.
I was pleased with her. She had not even been taught the kisses of a slave.
I lowered her gently to her back.
I looked down upon her.
'Touch me,' she pleaded. 'Please, touch me. I beg you to touch me, Master.'
'I do not think that much touching will be necessary,' I said.
Then no sooner than I had entered her, she, as I had expected, giving her condition of arousal, clutching me, and gasping, exploded into orgasm.
'Yes, Master,' she said. 'Yes Master! Thank you, Master! Yes Master!'
I thought I had done a good job with her. I thought her master would be pleased with her. She had once been a frigid free woman. She was now a promising slave.
Some red savages passed us from time to time, going about their business, but they paid us little attention. We were only slaves.
'Thank you, Master, for touching me,' she whispered, 'for consenting to put me to your uses.'
'You served well, Slave,' I said.
'I am pleased,' she said, 'if I have served you well, and in the way of a woman.'
'And of a slave,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she smiled, kissing me.
She drew back, then, and lay on her side, with her legs drawn up. The marvelous, turned breadth of her thigh was beautiful. How delicious are such creatures. How natural it is that men should choose to institutionalize their ownership.
'Things are going well for the Kaiila,' I said. 'Your master has acquired a beautiful white slave. My Master, and friend, Canka, of the Isbu, has retained his own slave and love, a girl named Winyela, also a luscious white slave, and my friend, Cuwignaka, after years of waiting is, at last, going to enter the lodge of the great dance.' I smiled to myself. How naturally I had thought of the former Miss Millicent Aubrey-Welles, of high family, and once a debutante in Pennsylvania, as only another luscious white slave in the Barrens. This was appropriate, of course, for that was now all she was, that and her master's love.
'I am happy for him,' she said.
'There is plenty of meat in the camp,' I said, 'and this is a time of festivals and dances, of feasts, visitings and giveaways.'
'I myself was exchanged in a giveaway,' she smiled.
'Much to the chagrin, as it turned out, of your former master, I understand,' I said.
'Yes,' she smiled.
'And perhaps most splendidly,' I said, 'it seems that there is soon to be peace between the Kaiila and the Yellow Knives. Even now civil chiefs of the Yellow Knives are in the camp.'
'They are not civil chiefs,' she said.
'What?' I asked.
'I ahve seen the Yellow-Knife chieftains in the camp,' she said. 'I saw them coming to the camp days ago, when I was in the herd. I saw them last night at a late feast, when I was being brought to my master's lodge. I saw them this morning, near the lodge of Watonka, in the Isanna camp. They are not civil chieftains.'
'You are mistaken,' I said.
'I was a slave of Yellow Knives for a time,' she said. 'I know.'
'They are not civil chieftains?' I asked.
'I saw the civil chieftains of the Yellow Knives at a coucil,' she said. 'It was only some weeks ago. Shortly thereafter I was taken by Isanna warriors in a raid.'
'It seems too early for there to have been a council,' I said.
'There was a council,' she said.
'Had the Pte arrived?' I asked. I would have expected such a council to be correlated with the coming of the Pte and the gathering of Yellow-Knife bands for the great hunts. The Pte would be expected to arrive in the territories of the Kaiila before arriving in those of the Yellow Knives.
'No,' she said.
'Interesting,' I said. 'Do you know the topic or topics of the council?'
'No,' she said.
'Some weeks ago,' I said, 'there was a raid on a large wagon train and a mercenary column of sodiers. Do you know of this?'
'Yes,' she said. 'Captives were brought to the Yellow-Knife camp.'
'Was the council before or after the raid?' I asked.
'Several days after it,' she said.
'That, too, is interesting,' I said. 'You are certain that you do not know what the council was about?'
'No, Master,' she said. 'I was not taught to speak Yellow Knife. I know almost nothing of it. Among them I performed, on the whole, only the most menial of labors, commonly guided in my work only by cuffings and the blows of whips. To them I was only a kind of she-kaiila, a two-legged beast of burden.'
'Such labors,' I said, 'seem fittingly assigned to sexually inert slaves.'
'Yes, master,' she said, 'but they are imposed, too, sometimes, even on the most passionate of their women.'
'Of course,' I said.
'In this council,' she said, 'I saw the civil chieftains of the Yellow Knives. They are not the same men who are now in the camp.'
'You are mistaken,' I said.
'No, Master,' she said.
'Have you seen these men in camp before,' I asked, 'the Yellow Knives?'
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'They are civil chieftains,' I said.
'No, Master,' she said.
'Do you know what they are?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
