What an exultant pleasure to own such a woman, and to have her at your bidding, your slave, among your treasures.
"This fellow claims to have impersonated the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, and to have deceived us all," said Policrates to the girl.The girl regarded me in astonishment, in disbelief. "That is absurd, Master," she said. "You were given to the courier of Ragnar Voskjard for the night were you not?" asked Policrates. "Yes, Master," said the girl. "Tht was your command. You had me sent to his chambers."Did he make you yield?" inquired Policrates.
"Yes, master," she said, head down. "He made be yield and many times, and he made me yield totaly, and abjectly and as his full slave."Did you find the evening instructive?" inquired Policrates. "Yes, Master," she said. "I learned that I was a woman and a slave." "And?" inquired Policrates. "And Master," she siad, keeping her head down, "that I loved being a woman and a slave."
"Wat this the man who used you?" asked Policrates,"this man chained here before you?" "Of course not Master," she said, lifting her head scandalized."Are you certain?" asked Policrates. "Yes Master," she said, "He is a man of Earth. No man of Earth could make me yield like that."Are you certain?" asked Policrates.
"Yes Master," she said. "The arms that held me, Master" she said proudly, "were Gorean."I thought so," smiled Policrates.
I now began to writhe, unable to help myself, beneath the caresses of the slaves.
"May I withdraw Master," she asked. "The sight of this weakling offends me."Remove your silk, slave," said Policrates.
Instantly she did so, frightened, commanded.
"To him slave," said Policrates."But he is only man of Earth, Master." she cried, protesting.
Policrates regarded her."Forgive me Master!" she cried and fled to kneel beside me with the other girls. Then I felt the lips too, of she who had once been Beverly Henderson upon my body.I clenched my fists. I gritted my teeth, but how could I resist them?
"Describe to me, if you were truly one who posed as the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, the nature and furnishing of the chambers in which he reposed the night in which we guested him within the holding." said Policrates."I cannot. I cannot!" I said. This was in accord with my plan.
Policrates and Kliomenes laughed. Surely now none would believe that it had been I who had brought the topaz to them. Let them, at least for the time, believe that they had received it from the true courier of Ragnar Voskjard.
I shook and shuddered beneath the attention of the slave girls. I pulled against the chains. I could not free myself. I writhed and twisted in the chains, helpless before my enemy, being arounsed for his amusement.
"Please him Beverly," he said. "Yes Master," she said.
I looked at her. I remembered her from the restaurant, long ago, the svelte, off-the-shoulder white satin-shethe gown, the candlelight, the beaded purse. I saw her lower her head, the dark hair falling upon my body.I saw the close-fitting steel collar on her throat. Then I felt her lips upon me.
"Oh," I said. "Aiii!" And I cried out the humiliation and shame and with rage, and pleasure and joy.
I looked at Beverly. I knew her from Earth. She was to me the most exquisitely beautiful and sexually exciting girl I had ever seen. On Earth I had never kissed her. On Earth I had scarcely dared to touch her hand. Here on Gor, she was a slave. Here on Gor unquestioningly, commanded by her master she had pleasured me and well. I had learned on Gor, in the secrecy of a chamber in the holding of Policrates, when posing as the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, that she was a true slave. I wished that I had known that on Earth. It might have made quite a difference in our relationship. She drew back her head, angrily. I regretted only that it was not I who owned her. "I hate you," she whispered. Yes, she was a true slave. I determined that she would one day wear my collar, that one day it would not be Policrates, but I, who would own her. I remembered the wench from the restaurant. Yes it would be pleasant to have her at my feet, on this barbaric world, collared and branded, as a helpless Gorean slave girl.
"Take him, and chain him to the windlass," said Policrates. "And let ushope, for his sake, that the courier of Ragnar Voskjard is not harmed."
The girls drew back from me and stood to one side. Two men began to unfasten the manacules at my wrists. "You pleasured him well," said the red-haired girl to Beverly. "Yes," said Bikkie. Actually she had done so too swiftly. I would instruct her to the proper pleasurings of a masster, when I owned her. "it is humiliating to be forece to give pleasure to a man of Earth." said Beverly."He seems strong and handsome," said the red-haired girl. "I do not think I would mind being his slave," said Bikkie. "you do no tknow him as I do," said Beverly. "I despise him. He is a weakling and a man of Earth. We are the rightful properties only of men such as those from Gor."
My hands were manaculed behind my back. The shackles on my ankles were then removed, and I was dragged to my feet.Policrates was talking to Kliomenes.
"You received pleasure from what you did, did you not?" asked the red-haired girl. "The only pleasure I received," said Beverly, "was in being obedient to my master's command." "You received pleasure beyond that," said Bikkie. "I saw."No!" said Beverly.
"You swallowed did you not?" asked the red-haired girl. "I had to," said Beverly, "I am a slave girl."You are so low," laughed the red-haired girl," that you could receive pleasure from even a man of Earth."No!" said Beverly."We saw!" laughed Bikkie."No!" said Beverly. "Even if he is from Earth," said the red-haired girl, "he is handsome and strong."I think," said Bikkie, "tto that there might be a master in him."Not in him," sneered Beverly. "If he owned you, the first thing he would do would be to free you."
"Free us?" laughed the red-hair girl. "Free us?" asked another of the girls, amused, touching her collar.
"What man does not want a beautiflu slave?" asked Tala. "He must indeed be stuipd, or a total fool," said another."Men are the masters, and we are the slaves," said another girl, "does he now know that?
"He knows nothing," said Beverly, tossing her head. "I do not believe you," said Bikkie. "He once freed me," said Beverly.
"If he owned me," said Bikkie, "he would not free me. He might give me away or sell me, but he would not free me."Why?" asked Beverly, angrily. "I am too desirable to free," said Bikkie.
Beverly, with a cry of anger, drew back her hand to slap at Bikkie, but another girl seized her hand, that she would not do so. "Do not fight, Slave Girls," said one of the men about. "Yes, Master," said several of the girls.