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by John Norman


  She had then leaped up and clapped her hands, admiring her handiwork. “You are pretty, Janice!” she said. She bent down, kissed me. Then she leashed me. “Come along,” she said, eagerly. “We must go above.”

  I now looked up at her, irritably, I kneeling at the ring, my head back against the metal.

  It is not comfortable, having one’s head back in that fashion.

  A great change had come over the Lady Constanzia, as you may have gathered, in the last few days. The current reversal of our typical situation had come about in two ways. First, the pit master had been well aware, it seems, and far more so than I had realized, of my little games with the Lady Constanzia, the frequent imposition of my slave girl’s vengeances upon her, a free woman. Indeed, he seemed far more aware of such things than the Lady Constanzia herself, or, at least, rather more inclined to object to them, for in her case it seemed that the more she was treated as a slave, the better she liked it. But was she not a free woman?Was she not, thus, entitled to more respect than I had accorded her? And had I not been, in my way, an insolent slave girl? In any event, this morning, he had decided that it was I who would be leashed, and garbed precisely as I had, earlier, chosen to garb her. Second, it had to do with the change which had been taking place in the Lady Constanzia over the past few days. I had, on the whole, refused to recognize that change, but it had been clear enough to the pit master. We had become, it seemed, less a free woman and a slave, as I viewed us, than two slaves. And, if that was so, why should it be I who would be always permitted to act as her arrogant superior, when there was, in effect, little, if anything, to choose between us. Did my insolence not need a corrective? Might I not profit from a lesson? Very well. Today, it would be I who would wear the leash. As you can see, the matter was quite paradoxical. On the one hand, as the Lady Constanzia was at least technically a free woman, might I not be reprimanded for having subjected her to certain indignities, my little slave girl’s vengeances on a free woman? And, on the other hand, paradoxically, as she was now little other than a slave, might not I, a mere slave, be reprimanded for having treated her in such a way as to suggest that she might be less than I? In any event, today, it would be I who would be leashed.

  “But she may escape, Master!” I had said.

  “Do you think there is an escape for you?’ he had asked.

  “For me, Master?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said.

  “No, Master,” I said.

  “Why is there no escape for you?” he asked.

  “Because I am a slave girl, Master,” I said.

  “Lady Constanzia,” he said.

  “Yes?” she said.

  “You wear a single garment, a slave tunic, and are collared,” he said. “Do you think there is an escape for you?”

  “No,” she said.

  “Why not?” he asked.

  “Because,” she said, “I am as a slave girl.”

  “Today,” he had said, “it is you who will hold the leash.”

  “As you wish,” she had said, puzzled, startled, “-Master.”

  Oh yes, I think there was a lesson involved, but I think, too, that the pit master had thought the whole thing rather amusing. It was not that he did not like me. Indeed, I think he was quite fond of me. It was, rather, I think, that he had been somewhat irritated with, or, at least, had entertained certain reservations with respect to, my treatment of the Lady Constanzia and, indeed, of the “slave,” Tuta. His punishment of me then, it seems, would be this little joke. Had I been a bit arrogant, a bit vain? Then let me be reminded that anything could be done to me, and that I was only a slave. Does a slave require to be humbled? Men such as those on this world are skilled in doing so. Quickly they bring us to our knees. Quickly they remind us of our collars.

  “Now,” said the Lady Constanzia, regarding me, “let us do what we discussed.”

  The fellow with her drew forth from his pouch a lock gag. I had worn one only once, in training.

  I pressed my head back, against the stone of the wall. I could not pull away from the slave ring, as I was leashed closely to it.

  I made a tiny noise of protest as the leather pad, a part of the device, was thrust in my mouth. In a moment, with small adjustments, the entire device, of leather and metal, was fitted to me. It was then locked shut. I looked up at them, reproachfully.

  The curved metal bars, well back between the teeth, where they cannot be slipped, holding the wadding in place, close behind the back of the neck. To these same bars, in front, is attached the binding. This binding is of thick, supple leather; it fits snugly, closely, to the contours of a girl’s face and mouth; it had been drawn back, tight, on me; that is the way such things are worn; on the outside it is covered with hinged metal plates.

  It also, like the curving bars, goes behind the back of the neck. The whole then, the wadding bar, anchored deeply behind the teeth, holding the wadding in place, and the binding, with its protective plates, is secured with a single thrust lock. That had now been done.

  I looked up at them.

  How pleased was the Lady Constanzia!

  They heavy wadding, or packing, was in my mouth, attached to the bar between my teeth. The binding was fastened tightly about my face; I could hardly move my lips within it; I tried to speak but could not, of course, even begin to do so.

  They seemed amused.

  I knelt there, I was well silenced; I was quite helpless.

  I was in lock gag.

  One of the advantages of the lock gag is that the girl cannot remove it, any more than a collar. She may thus serve in it with her hands free. To be sure, if the girl is disciplined, such a device is not necessary. An ordinary gag, which she is forbidden to touch, will suffice. Indeed, she may be simply “gagged by the master’s will,” and thus be forbidden to speak, even to beg permission to speak. There are various utilities of lock gags, which we need not note. One might observe, however, that they are occasionally useful with free female captives or even hysterical slaves. One utility which should be noted, particularly as I suspect that it may have been of interest to the Lady Constanzia and the fellow with her, is that, as the gag, with its plates and such, cannot be removed without a key or tool, it cannot be, say, conveniently undone, or cut away, by anyone who might wish to make inquiries of the captive or slave. A free man, thus, could not easily inquire of me, until the gag had been undone, the whereabouts of, say, a pretty slave and a fellow not of the city, a stranger, one clad in scarlet.

  The Lady Constanzia, now that I was gagged, loosened the leash at the ring, so that my head was no longer bound back tightly to the ring. I might now sit at the ring, or kneel near it, or even lie beneath it.

  “Do not go away, Janice,” she said. “I love you!” She then kissed me and arose, and beamed down on me, she with her hand on the arm of the scarlet-clad fellow. “We are going to have a wonderful day in the city!” she said. “We are going to go everywhere! We are going to see everything! We are going to eat! I will bring you back something, if he permits me.”

  I looked up at them.

  “It would be nice if you could come along,” she said, “only that that would not really be nice. I want to be alone with him. We would rather be together, alone. You understand.”

  She then kissed her finger tips and touched the side of my face.

  “You will stay here now, and wait for us, won’t you, Janice?” she said.

  I looked up at her.

  Then I shrank back, for I saw a sudden sternness in the eyes of the male.

  Swiftly I whimpered once, in affirmation. I knew the signals. Had my response been quick enough? I saw him draw back his hand.

  “No, do not strike her!” cried the Lady Constanzia. “She is my friend!”

  He then, angrily, took the Lady Constanzia by the hair and bent her backwards, exhibiting the bow of her beauty. She winced, crying out with pain. “Master will do, of course, as he pleases!” she cried. “Forgive me, Master! But I beg you not to hurt
her, for she is my friend.” He released her hair and she knelt before him and seized his leg, looking up at him. “Please do not hurt her,” she begged.

  He looked at me. “Do you beg forgiveness?” he asked.

  Quickly I whimpered once, and put my head down to the stones.

  “And you,” he asked, addressing himself to the Lady Constanzia, “do you beg forgiveness?”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  When I looked up, I saw her kissing his feet. This startled me, as it was the first time I had seen the Lady Constanzia at a man’s feet thusly. How fervently, how humbly, how submissively, she kissed his feet! Did she think he was her master? Did she not recollect that she was a free woman? How like a slave she looked at his feet, how like a beautiful, submissive slave!

  “You are both forgiven,” he said.

  “Thank you, Master!” breathed the Lady Constanzia. He then turned about.

  She leaped to her feet, to run beside hi.

  “Do you not know how to heel a man?” he asked.

  Instantly she knelt.

  “You need whip-training,” he said.

  “I would,” she said, softly, “that you were my master, and would whip-train me!”

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing, Master,” she whispered.

  “Is there no word as to when you will be put up for sale?” he asked.

  “No, Master,” she whispered.

  His eyes clouded. I doubted that he could long remain in the city.

  Then he said, “Let us enjoy the day.”

  She leaped up, and kept her distance, waiting for him to turn about, that she might heel him.

  He put out his hand to her, gently. “You may heel me another day,” he said. “Today, come, walk with me.”

  Eagerly then, happily then, she took his arm. He seemed tall and stalwart, she, beside him, so small, so soft, so lovely.

  Then they began to cross the terrace, together, she looked up at him, her hand on his arm.

  Few paid them any attention. They might have been merely a master and his slave.

  I knelt at the ring and watched them go.

  The lock gag was not really uncomfortable. It had, of course, been put on me tightly, effectively. The fellow apparently knew how to do such things. It had not been put on me cruelly, then, nor in such a way as to hurt me. It had been put on me in the usual way such a device is put on a slave-not cruelly, nor in such a way as to hurt her, but simply that a snug, tight, perfect efficiency.

  I had worn one once before, in the pens.

  It was the same.

  To be sure there are few things that so convince a woman of her helplessness than to be gagged. The blindfold is another such device, of course. Imagine the helplessness, dear reader, should there ever be such, of this account, of being gagged and blindfolded, and bound. You might then have some sense as to what it might be to be in the power of others, to be as a slave.

  Such terrors are not that unusual in a slave. They are useful in her control and domination.

  I was muchly bared. I wore two rags. By means of one of these my breasts were haltered high. The other, skirtlike, open on the left, was tied about my waist. My wrists were braceleted behind me. I was chained by the neck to the slave ring.

  I watched the scarlet-clad figure and the Lady Constanzia growing smaller, across the terrace. She was exquisite, and, in the past days, had become extremely feminine. It was as though she was discovering herself, and blossoming. She had been learning that men and women were not the same, but extremely different. They are not identicals, but complements. Each sex can be fulfilled only in so far as it becomes true, and honestly and fully true, to its own self. I wondered if the pit master knew what he was doing, letting the Lady Constanzia go free in the city. I watched her figure, tiny now, across the terrace. She wore a brief, modest slave tunic. It was her only garment. It had no nether closure. I did not think that the scarlet-clad figure, who seemed a man of honor, as seem most Gorean males, would take advantage of the lovely, slavelike creature. Indeed, I suspected that it might be he and not she who would be forced to impose fierce constraints upon himself. I suspected that it might be he who would be forced to resist the please, and offerings, of a woman who, it seemed, at his feet, could be only a slave. I trusted the Lady Constanzia, you see, less than I did him. He was, I thought, the sort of man who would not, without permission, make use of another’s slave. Could he resist the love in her eyes, I wondered, the trembling of her body, so ready for the collar? He might have to cry out with rage, and cuff her from him, or spurn her away, she sobbing, with his foot. In any event, I was pleased that she had had slave wine. But what did I know of these things? Perhaps it was his plan to abduct her, as a slave bauble. Perhaps she would find herself gagged and bound, and held tightly in a closed slave sack. But could he get her out of the city? I doubted it. This was no ordinary city. But would they try to run away together? Was that their plan? What would be the case when we did not return to the depths at the proper time, the fifteenth bar? Was this the meaning of the lock gag, that I might be found here after curfew, and even then would be unable, until the gag was removed, to furnish information? But I did not think they would try to escape. He would surely realize the control of the tarns, the surveillance, the dangers of the mountains. It did not seem likely that any, alone, could survive in them. And if he cared for her, would he risk her, even in an abduction? The quarrels of pursuers might slay her as easily as him. But did she wish, herself, to elude him, and attempt to escape? I did not think so. She was no longer as naive as she had been. Surely she now understood the meaning of her skimpy garment, the significance of the collar on her neck. She had acknowledged to the pit master this morning that she was “as a slave girl.” She would know then that there could be no escape for such as she. But an even stronger chain held her, I thought, the growth of her softness, of her femininity, of her desire to serve, of her need for love, the dawning of her very self consciousness, the coming to understand what she truly was, should be, and wanted. Wherever she was, she would now understand what she was. She had come to understand that she was the sort of woman whose it was to ascend the slave block, humbly, barefoot, and stand there, and be bid upon.

  At the very edge of the terrace, the Lady Constanzia turned about and waved to me.

  I nodded my head to the. I did not know if they were able to detect the movement, at the distance.

  Then they had disappeared.

  It was still morning. I looked up at the sun. it would not yet be the ninth bar. The tenth bar signifies the tenth Ahn, or noon. There are twenty Ahn in the day.

  I sat back against the wall.

  I pretended not to notice as men, passing by, regarded me. Men think nothing on this world of scrutinizing slaves.

  Toward noon another slave was chained to a nearby ring, but, an Ahn or so later, her master returned for her and I watched her leave, heeling him. She had excellent legs.

  It was now rather warm and so I decided to lie down, at the wall, under the ring, and sleep. The sunlight was red though my closed eyelids. Then I turned to my side, my back to the wall.

  I thought of the Lady Constanzia and the scarlet-clad stranger.

  In a little while I fell asleep.

  24

  It can not be so late, I thought, the bar ringing so many times, I have not slept that long. Look, the sun is still high. It can be no more than late afternoon!

  I saw two men running across the terrace, robes fluttering behind them.

  Far off I saw a woman in the robes of concealment rushing away.

  I saw a fellow by the balustrade pointing outward, toward the mountains. “Look!” he was crying. “Look!”

  I suddenly became aware that the bars were those of alarm, ringing incessantly.

  The pad of the lock gag was in my mouth. The curved metal bars were like a bit between my teeth.

  I rose to my knees. Then I rose to my feet. I could stand at the ring, as the l
eash permitted it.

  I could hear other bars, too, now, about the city.

  “There!” cried the fellow by the balustrade.

  I went to the end of the chain. I stood up on my tiptoes, even pulled the ring up.

  I could see, now, over the balustrade, a line of tarns, perhaps some twenty or so, knifing their way toward some part of the city, to my right, beyond the bridge, beyond the docking area.

  They are not of this city, I thought. They are strangers! It is a raid! They have come through the defenses!

  I, standing, watched them.

  They seemed placid enough, so far away, moving swiftly, in single file, toward the right, toward some other part of the city.

  Perhaps they had moved in stages, by night, coming closer and closer to the city, concealing themselves by day in ravines, now, at this time of day, making their dash toward the city. They might have three Ahn until darkness. That was quite possible the time they had allotted for their work. Then they would doubtless attempt to withdraw, their work done, whatever it might be, under the cover of darkness.

 

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