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Beasts of Gor coc-12

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by John Norman


  The girl struggled in the arms of the red hunters. They released her and she flung herself to her knees before Karjuk. head down, sobbing, holding his legs.

  “I suppose she could draw a sled,” said one red hunter.

  “Perhaps,” said another.

  “She might be pretty in the furs,” said another.

  “Keep me, Master! Keep me, Master!” begged the girl of Karjuk, sobbing. “I beg of you to keep me, Master!”

  “No one wants you,” said Imnak.

  “Please, Master!” begged the girl, tears in her eyes, looking up at Karjuk.

  “You are too good for me,” said Karjuk.

  “No, No, Master,” she cried, “I am only a slave, a slave!”

  “You are very pretty,” said Kaijtik.

  “A slave is pleased if her master should find her pleasing,” she said.

  “What do you want?” he asked.

  “To kneel at your feet, and to serve you and love you.” she wept.

  “Shameful!” cried Imnak.

  “One cannot have everything,” said Karjuk, defensively.

  “Please, Master,” she begged.

  “Let us consider important things,” said Karjuk. “Can you sew, and cook?”

  “Yes, Master!” she cried.

  “Can you make a good sleen stew?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master,” she said. “And though I know you are above such things I can show you wonders in the furs, which I have been taught as a slave.”

  Kaijuk shrugged. “It is not wrong to broaden one’s experiences,” he said.

  “Keep me, Master,” she begged.

  “I will call you Auyark,” he said.

  “I am Auyark,” she said, joyfully, putting her head against his leg, weeping.

  He looked down at her. “I think you will make a summer in my house,” he said. Auyark is a word in the language of the People which means Summer.

  “Look up at me,” he said, “Girl.”

  She looked up at him.

  “I will keep you,” he said, “but you must understand that you are kept as a slave, completely as a slave, and only as a slave.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “And if you are not pleasing,” he said, “I will put you out into the snow.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Come now,” he said. “On your feet. We must load a sled.”

  She stood up.

  “Let me load the sled, Master,” she said.

  He looked at her. “Yes,” he said. “You will load it, lovely slave.”

  They left the room, he first, she following.

  “Imnak,” I said, “you arranged this entire thing.”

  “It is not impossible,” he said. “But, hurry, there are other wenches to distribute, and there is little time.”

  I looked down at Arlene, kneeling in line, with the other girls. She was in the first line. There were four such lines, of fifty or so girls each. They were the girls who had been slaves in the complex.

  “We are your spoils,” said Arlene.

  All the girls were stripped. All knelt in the position of pleasure slaves.

  She who had been the Lady Rosa knelt to one side, similarly exposed and positioned.

  She, too, was a slave girl.

  “Yes,” I said to Arlene.

  “Women have always been the spoils in the victories of men,” she said, “the tokens, symbols, the fruits and prizes of their conquests.”

  “Of course,” I said. “How do you feel about that?”

  “I find it indescribably thrilling,” she said.

  “Kneel straighter,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Why are Thimble and Thistle,” I asked Imnak, “in with the flesh loot?” The two Earth girls, Audrey and Barbara, knelt near Arlene.

  “I have Poalu,” said Imnak.

  The girl Belinda, whom I had used on the steel plates of the corridor, while she wore her long neck chain, fastened in the overhead track system, knelt a few girls away, in the second row. She lifted her body to me, her eyes pleading, but did not break position.

  Constance, the lovely blond-haired slave from Kassau, whom I had imbonded in the fields south of the Laurius, knelt in the fourth row.

  She was very beautiful.

  Chains were brought, sirik chains, with their collars, and wrist and ankle loops, all attached, strung on an individual hold chain.

  I threw six sink chains over my left shoulder.

  “Let us begin,” said Imnak.

  I threw two of the sirik chains to the tiles, one after the other.

  Arlene and Audrey, swiftly, rose to their feet and ran lightly to kneel before me.

  They looked up at me.

  “I am a slave. I beg your chains,” said Arlene.

  “Pick them up,” I said, indicating a sirik to her. She lifted up the chains.

  “I am a slave. I beg your chains,” said Audrey.

  “Pick them up,” I said, indicating the other sirik. She picked up the chain, with its collar, and wrist and ankle rings. I saw her lift it, tears in her eyes. Gently, head down, she licked and kissed the metal. I smiled. As I had thought, tho former rich girl was the first to lick and kiss her chaim.

  Arlene, angry, lifted the chains to her lips. She, looking at me, pressed the chains to her lips and kissed them. Then, delicately, touching the chain with her small, soft tongue she licked the metal. Then she kissed it again. Then she held the chain diagonally in her mouth, her small, fine white teeth gently closed upon it. She then removed it from her mouth. “You see, I can lick and kiss my chains even better than she, Master,” said Arlene.

  “Oh, oh,” said Audrey, softly. Her body trembled. She looked up from the chain. She was almost in orgasm.

  “But do you understand the meaning of it?” I asked Arlene.

  Suddenly Arlene shuddered, and looked at the chain. She held it in her small hands. It, locked on her body, would confine her obdurately, making her helplessly the rightless slave of a master. Every organism has its place in nature. That of woman is at the foot of man.

  “I love being a woman, Master,” she said. She held the chain against her bared beauty.

  “Now lick and kiss the chain, Slave,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

  She bent her head to the chain and, delicately, sobbing with emotion, licked and kissed at the metal. Her tears fell among the links.

  I locked the sirik on Audrey. She looked at me, desperately.

  “Later,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Go to the sled, Slave,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  They, still in sirik, would be fastened in fur sacks and tied on sleds. Later, after the first ice camp had been constructed, they would be freed from sirik, and used in the huts. Later, given garments, they would trek, In neck coffle, beside the sleds.

  I took the chains from Arlene, pulling them from her, and, with five snaps, locked them roughly on her body.

  I smelled the womanhood of her. She looked at me. “Later,” I said. “Go to the sled, Slave.”

  “Yes, Master,” she mid, moaning.

  Men about me were enacting similar ceremonies of enslavement with other imbonded wenches. Ram, I saw, took none. He was satisfied with lovely Tina, who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius. Drusus, I saw, had put a pair of beauties in sirik. He sent them to the sled on which he had been alotted space for his belongings, including two slave girls.

  I threw another sirik to the floor before me.

  Barbara, the blond Earth girl, knelt before me. “I am a slave,” she said. “I beg your chains.”

  “Pick them up,” I said.

  She did so, and kissed them. I locked them on her.

  “Goto the sled,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  I threw another sirik to the floor before me.

  Constance, the Gorean slave, blond and lov
ely, knelt before me. “I am a slave,” she said. “I beg your chaim.”

  “Pick them up,” I said.

  She did so, and kissed them.

  I locked them on her.

  “Go to the sled,” I said.

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  I threw the fifth of the six sets of chains which I held on my shoulder to the floor.

  Belinda, whom I had used in the corridor, hurried to me, kneeling before me.

  She was joyful. I would permit her, at least for the time, at my feet.

  Soon, in sirik, she made her way toward my sled.

  I threw the last sirik to the tiles before me.

  The graceful and aristocratic girl, she who had been the Lady Rosa, came and knelt before me. “I am a slave,” she said. “I beg your chains.”

  “Pick them up,” I said.

  She did so, and, looking at me, pressed them to her lips, Then she put her head down and, delicately, licked and kissed them.

  I locked the collar on her neck, and the two wrist rings, one after the other, on her small wrists. I then took the chain between her legs and, crouching behind her, snapped the two ankle rings shut on her fair ankles. I then stood up and stood before her. I looked down at her, my hands on my hips. “Whose slave are you?” I asked. “Yours, Master,” she said. “Go to the sled. Slave,” I said. “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “We must hurry,” said Imnak. “In two Ahn this place will be no more.”

  Outside the room which had been used for slave selection by the victors, I took a dart-firing weapon from one of the red hunters.

  “Where are you going?” asked Imnak.

  “To the chamber of Zarendargar,” I said. I slipped one of the darts into the weapon’s breech, and let the bolt spring shut.

  “Why?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “In the disruption consequent upon this place’s destruction,” I said, “his death would be hideous.”

  I went to the chamber of Zarendargar, the weapon in hand. Imnak followed.

  At the chamber of Zarendargar I pressed open the portal with my foot and lifted the weapon, to fire at the figure which would be recumbent upon the blood-soaked, furred dais.

  I was startled. I leaped into the room. Weapon in hand I scanned the room, the walls, the high poles threaded over my head.

  I shook.

  Zarendargar was gone.

  “I will have the rooms and halls searched!” cried Imnak. He hurried away, out of the room.

  I walked slowly to the stained, furred dais. I had placed on it a glass of paga before I had left the room. I saw, against a steel wall, the shattered remnants of such a glass. But on the dais there was another glass, it, too, filled with paga.

  I laughed loudly.

  I bent and picked up the second glass. I lifted it to the empty room, in both a toast and a salute.

  Then I downed the paga. Then I threw the glass against the steel wall, where it shattered, and fell, its fragments showering downward, mingling with those of the other glass.

  I turned about and left the room. Outside Imnak was trying to organize a search of the complex.

  “There is no time,” I said.

  “But the beast,” he said.

  “There is no time,” I said. “We must make away.”

  “Yes,” said he, “Tarl, who hunts with me.” He hurried away, calling to the red hunters.

  The snow sleen were already harnessed.

  I paused there, alone, at the portal of the chamber of Zarendargar, Half-Ear, war general of the Kurii. I looked within, once, at the blood-stained dais, and the steel wall, at the foot of which, mingled, lay the fragmenti of two glasses.

  Then quickly I turned about and strode from the area. The trek must be initiated.

  37. We Have Left The Complex; We Will Make Our Way Toward The Permanent Camp

  “Look!” cried Imnak.

  I turned the sled about Others, too, turned about, the long sleds, like clouds, on the bleak ice.

  Many of those with us cried out in wonder and alarm.

  Behind us, in the winter sky, looming, streaming hundreds of pasangs upward into the sky, shimmering and flickering, extended vast, subtle curtains of chromatic lights, yellows, and pinks and reds.

  “It is not the season,” said a hunter.

  Then men cried out with awe. Some women screamed. Children hid their faces.

  For an instant, in that lofty, panoramic display, there had appeared, only for an instant, etched in light, the gigantic head of a Kur. One ear, the left, had been half torn from its head. The lips drew back, exhibiting the Kur’s fearful sign of pleasure. Then the fearsome head was gone.

  We then saw, I, and the others, and the People, on the pack ice more than an Ahn’s trek from the complex, a blast of light which, in the darkness of the polar night, made us cry out with pain, half blinded.

  For a terrible instant it had seemed as bright as day, with a brightness that most of the People, in their northern regions, had never known, a brightness that might have struck the white sands of the blazing Tahari or the green jungles of the rain forests of the eastern Cartius.

  Then the lights in the sky were gone and the polar night had returned, save for a long, shimmering volume of yellowish smoke that reared from the distant ice.

  “Lie down!” I cried to those standing about me. “Behind the sleds!”

  The shock wave of the blast, in some seconds, struck us. It drove ice and pelting, granular snow before it. It tore at our furs. I held the sled, bracing it against the blast. Arlene cried out with terror as the sled twisted and half-tipped. She, like others of her kind, women, slaves, and slaves to be, was absolutely helpless. She was confined in two fur sacks, one placed within the other, the layer of warm air between them acting as insulation. She could not escape from the two sacks, and they were tied on the sled. Within the sacks she was naked, and in sirik. There was no danger that women such as she would escape on the ice. The sleen harnessed to the sled squealed with fury, scratching, thrown from its feet, twisted and tangled in the traces. We were in the blast of air for only some seven seconds. And then it passed as quickly as it had come.

  I cuffed the sleen on its snout and, holding it by the hamess, jerked it up, disentangling it from the traces. A single sleen is kept in two traces, or a double trace. When more than one sleen, or girl, pulls the sled, they are commonly kept on a single trace. This conserves leather and diminishes the amount of tangling that might otherwise occur.

  I turned the sled back to face where the complex had been. I stood on the rear runners, lifting myself for a better look. Arlene struggled, as she could, to see. My other girls. Audrey, Barbara, Constance, Belinda, and the girl who had once been the Lady Rosa, were tied on the sleds of other hunters. Arlene had been quite proud that she had been the one I had chosen to bind on my own sled. Too, she was the first one, of all the loot girls, on whom I had locked my chains. After the first camp we would remove the girls from sirik and use them; when we set out again they would be furred, and in neck coffle. Sometimes I thought I might let Audrey lead the coffle, and sometimes Arlene. I would enjoy playing the two Earth girls off against one another, each one striving more desperately, more helplessly, to please me than the others.

  I smiled.

  Women with deep feminine needs are mercilessly exploited by Gorean men.

  It was a pleasant game. They are so helpless.

  And yet how lovely they are. One must strive to remain strong with them.

  I touched the side of Arlene’s head with my mitten. Her head was within two hoods, parts of the fur sacks, tied on the sled, within which she lay chained.

  She turned her head to look up at me, and smiled.

  “Do you want to be respected?” I asked.

  “You will never respect me,” she laughed. “I am a slave.”

  “Do you want to be respected?” I asked.

  “No man respects a woman who knows what else to do with her,” she said.

 
“It is a Gorean saying,” I said.

  “I know,” she said.

  “You are an insolent wench,” I said. “Perhaps I should whip you.”

  “I know that you will whip me, if you wish to do so,” she said. “And that thrills me. Also, it makes me determined to try to please you, completely, and totally, so that you will not wish to do so.”

  “Good,” I said. I looked at her. “Would you like to be returned to Earth?” I asked.

  “Master jests, I trust,” she said.

  “Of course,” I said, “for you are a luscious slave, fit for chains and markets.”

  “No,” she said, “I would not like to he returned to Earth. I have never been so sensuously alive as here, at the mercy of men. I pity even the free women of this world, who cannot know the joys and loves of the female slave. I do not wish to return to Earth, to adopt again the role of pretending to be a man. What has Earth to offer that is worth more than joy and happiness?”

  “I may sell you,” I said.

  “You may do so if you wish, Master,” she said, “for I am only a slave, If you do sell me, I shall hope that I will please another.”

  “You speak scarcely like an Earth girl,” I said.

  “I am no longer an Earth girl,” she said, “I am a Gorean slave girl.”

  “True,” I said.

  She snuggled down in the furs. I saw the furred sacks, in which she was confined, move under the ropes which bound them on the sled. I heard the small sound of the chain from within the furred sacks.

  “You have not answered my question,” I said.

  “What question?” she asked.

  “Do you want to be respected?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. She smiled up at me. “I want to be loved, and treasured. I want to be mastered.”

  I laughed.

  “I want to be a woman,” she said.

  “Do not fear, lovely slave girl,” I said. “This is not Earth. This is Gor. On Gor you, in bondage, will be given no alternative other than to fulfill the deepest and most profound needs of your sex.”

  “Yes, Master. Yes, Master,” she said.

  Red hunters were turning their sleds about. “Look!” said Imnak. I saw that the sleen was lifting its paws, water dripping from them.

  “It is only hot air,” I said, “hugging the ice, low, from the destruction of the complex.”

 

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