services. Had he done so, I would have been obedient and dutiful.
'Your master is a beast, Lita,' called a girl down the way, picking up her laundry. 'You will never be finished.'
'I will finish,' I laughed, dipping and rinsing another tunic.
She then went her way.
I was pleased that we were no longer traveling south on the Viktel Aria. Last night I had begged Speusippus on my knees not to take me to Ar. He had seen how terrified I was to go to Ar. 'I will not take you to Ar,' he said. He had then permitted me to lick and kiss his feet in gratitude.
This morning we had turned west off the Viktel Aria.
Five days now I had been in the charge of Speusippus of Turia.
Interestingly enough, he had not made intimate use of me since the first night in the shack. I had stayed rather close to him, when possible, particularly after my first full day in his power. I sometimes brushed against him, or touched him, seemingly inadvertently. Yesterday I had knelt behind him and licked at the back of his knee, then looked up at him. But he had only walked angrily away. 'Remember that you are the Tatrix of Corcyrus, and not a slave,' he had later said to me, when I was humbly serving him his supper. 'Yes, Master,' I had said, lowering my head, as a slave. But surely, except in the modalities of intimacy, except in the forcings from me of helpless yieldings, and such, he had dealt with me as a slave. He had even made me do slave exercises, that my body might be as shapely, firmed and vital as that of a slave. I bad been treated as a slave, worked as a slave and even abused as a slave. He cuffed me when it pleased him. Once I had even seen him toying with a whip. I then redoubled my efforts to be pleasing to him. It must have amused him to see the-Tatrix of Corcyrus so zealous to please him, so much in his power. But, except for the first night, he had not put me to his intimate pleasures. How fortunate that was for me, I thought. How lucky I am! Then, at night, I would sometimes moan and whimper, locked in the trunk, kept now in his wagon. 'Greetings, Lita,' said a girl, coming with some laundry, to kneel down near me. 'Greetings, Tina,' I said. She was a curvaceous little brute, owned by Lactantius, a teamster from Ar's Station. Recently they had been coming north from Ar; then they, too, had turned west. I had met her earlier, around supper time, back among the wagons. She, like some of the other slaves, initially, had been frightened of me. I was not branded and collared. Might I be free? I had assured them, however, lying well, I thought, that I, too, was only a slave. It was only that my Master had not yet seen fit to collar and brand me. Somewhat to my surprise they, looking at me, and once assured of my bond status, seemed to find no difficulty whatsoever in accepting the premise that I was indeed a slave. To them, slaves themselves, I looked like a slave. Looking at me, I realized, and somewhat to my consternation, they saw me easily, unquestioningly, naturally, and obviously, as a slave. 'I knew even before I was told,' had said one of the girls. 'You could see it.' How amusing I had later thought, irritatedly, that they could not tell the difference between me and them. Surely to a discerning eye it must be clear that I was free, and they bond. How stupid they were. But then, of course they were only slaves.
'Your master is surely one of the ugliest men I have ever seen,' said Tina. 'He is not so bad,' I said, lifting a tunic, dripping, from the water. 'How your skin must crawl when he forces you to his intimate service,' she said, dipping a tunic in the water.
'I do not think his whip would permit that,' I said, wringing out the tunic. 'It must be horrifying to have to serve him,' she said.
'No,' I said. 'Not really.'
'He is not bad?' she asked.
'No,' I said. Surely he had been strong with me, and had made me obey him well. 'I suppose there could be some pleasure in being for serve, and totally, such a twisted, despicable little brute,' she said, 'the domination of you, the disregard of your will and preferences, the reminding of your femaleness that it is enslaved, that it must do what it is told, that it must, no matter what be pleasing, and perfectly so, to the master.'
'He is not really that bad,' I said, 'really.' I did not see any reason to tell her that I had, yesterday, knelt behind him and licked at the back of his knees, begging his touch. Similarly I did not see any reason to tell her that it had been denied to me.
'Mat is interesting,' said Tina. 'It is sometimes so hard to tell about a master.'
'Yes,' I said.
We then continued our work.
I wore the brief gray tunic which Speusippus had let me put on, and had then ordered me to remove, the first night in the shack. My ankles were chained; some ten inches of chain separated them; the chain was fastened on them by means of two padlocks. I was the only girt in camp, as far as I knew, who was shackled. During the day, when the wagon was moving, my ankles were not shackled. Then, however, he would chain my wrists, a chain running from them then to the back of the wagon. I would walk then, generally, behind the wagon, chained to it. the road was fairly well traveled. Today, lifting my chained wrists, I had waved to the girls in an open slave wagon. Individual neck chains went to a common chain in the wagon. Interestingly enough, they, too, were sheared. Sometimes I would sneak a ride in the back of the wagon.
Then I no longer did this. he caught me once there and informed me that if I did this again I would be punished. Thereafter I rode in the back of the wagon only when I had received his permission, generally after begging for it. This permission, however, he was usually lenient in granting. It was almost as though he did not wish me to be exhausted.
It was almost as though he wanted to keep me fresh, almost as though he intended to deliver me somewhere.
I wrting out another tunic and placed it behind me, on the rocks.
It was hot and I rubbed my hand back over my head, ~j feeling there. the short, bristly stubble of hair. As be had promised, he had, on the first morning of my captivity, sheared me.
'Thactantius,' said Tina, 'is merciless with me. In his chains he makes me kick and scream with pleasure.'
'That is nice,' I said.
'Does your master force slave yieldings from you?' she asked.
'He does with me what be pleases,' I said. 'He is the master. I am the slave.' I was -not even sure what slave yieldings were. I gathered they might be some peculiarly helpless form of orgasm.
I looked to, the side, to a small pool of water, wherein I could see my face reflected. I again touched my head, feeling the short stubble of hair there. He had sheared me very closely, to within perhaps a quarter inch of my skin. In the days since the shearing the hair had not appreciably lengthened. I wondered if he would permit my hair to grow out, perhaps to cut it again in a few months, to add more of it to his stock, or if he would, perhaps for his amusement, or to keep my identity a better secret, keep me closely sheared. The decision, of course, was his. I was to him, in effect, as his slave.
I wondered if the shortness of my hair, the result of the shearing, made me less attractive to Speusippus. I wondered ff that were why he had not snapped his fingers and commanded me to his pleasure.
'Am I ugly, Tina?' I asked.
'No,' she said.
'My hair?' I asked.
'It will grow back,' she said.
'Do you think any man could want me, as I am?' I asked.
'Surely you have seen the teamsters looking at your ass?' she said.
'No!' I said.
'You have a pretty ass,' she said.
'Thank you,' I said.
'You are very pretty as a whole,' she said. 'You have a curvaceous figure, though a little short, and a lovely face. Have no fear. You would make a nice armful for a man. You arc a piece of well-curved slave meat. You are a tasty' pudding.'
'Thank you,' I said. How scandalized I was to hear these thingsl I was not used to hearing myself spoken about in terms of the graphic simplicities often applied to slaves. To be sure, she did not know that I was not a slave. Tasty pudding, indeedl I wondered if I were a tasty pudding. Perhaps, I thought. I did know I was small and curvaceous, and could easily be picked up by men, and carried about, and, if they wished, overpowered and put to their purposes. Perhaps to them, small and helpless, and desirable, I did look like a tasty V, pudding. Thinking of
