by John Norman
I swallowed, hard.
"The little Earth beauties learned to fear her whip well," said the Lady Tima.
I imagined it was true.
"I lured her to the House of Tima for higher wages," she said.
"But you are not satisfied with her performance?" I asked.
"Is she not beautiful?" asked the Lady Tima.
"Yes," I said.
"I will obtain the full value of my wages from her," said the Lady Tima, "even untrained as she is now. You will see. And, in time, she will conduct a sale as skillfully as any female slaver."
I now, sitting upon the platform, bent forward, removed my shoes and stockings. I then knelt.
"I will get at least four tarsks for you," said the Lady Tima. I assumed she meant four tarsks of silver. This was a high price. Lovely women often go for a silver tarsk or two. I did not think she would manage to get four silver tarsks for me. I was now being bid upon rather as might be a work slave, though there was some ambiguity in the bidding. The least valuable slaves are often female work slaves, purchased for the public kitchens or laundries. The next level of slaves, not generally thought to be of great value, tends to be male work slaves, usually used in cargo galleys, on the wharves, and in the fields or quarries. The next level of slaves, and the most common form of slave on Gor, is the female who can be used as a pleasure slave. It is my conjecture that some ninety percent of Gorean slaves are female, and that some eighty percent of these fit into the category of slaves who must figure into their duties the serving of the pleasure of men. Indeed, even the miserable females in the fields, or those in the kitchens and laundries, know that upon occasion they will be used, usually chained, to slake the lust of their foremen or masters. The female slave on Gor, knowing herself owned, is usually in little doubt as to what can occur to her in her slavery. The next level of slaves is that of male silk slaves. These usually bring higher prices, on the whole, than female pleasure slaves. This, it seems to me, is purely a matter of supply and demand. Female pleasure slaves, given slave raids and the sackings of cities, are relatively plentiful on Gor. Male silk slaves are not. The explanation for this, I think, is reasonably clear. Gorean males seldom make good silk slaves. The explanation for the much smaller number of male as opposed to female slaves on Gor, speaking now generally of male work slaves, is also clear. First, the female tends to be the desiderated object of the slaver's seizure. She brings higher prices than male work slaves. Secondly, in battles, often male defenders have been slaughtered or driven off. Their females thus remain as spoils for the chains of the victors. Too, male captives are often killed. Female captives, on the other hand, particularly if comely, are usually spared for the collars of their conquerors. They learn to yield well to their masters. The most valuable general category of slaves, however, much to the chagrin of some male silk slaves, is that of the particularly desirable female. These are usually extraordinarily beautiful Gorean girls, once of high caste. Sometimes they are dancers. Commonly they are highly trained. Sometimes they are even passion slaves, girls literally bred for the pleasure of men. The prizes purchased by Ubars and rich men for their pleasure gardens usually belong to the types of girls included in this general category. Girls of political interest, too, it might be mentioned, are usually included in this category. For example, a captured, enslaved Ubara would commonly bring a very handsome price. These general remarks, of course, if they were to be made more accurate, would require numerous qualifications. For example, the prices of Earth girls have tended to improve in the past few years on Gor. Gorean men tend to enjoy teaching them their slavery. Too, once they have learned the meaning of their collar, they are extraordinarily delicious slave girls. Some authorities believe that Earth girls should be a special category of slave. Others dispute this. I agree with those who dispute it, regarding Earth girls as only being women like other women. To be sure, there is a special spice and flavor in owning them. I have not mentioned exotics, incidentally, slaves bred or trained for unusual purposes. I have not mentioned, either, slaves with professional competencies, such as medicine or law, or fighting slaves, in effect gladiators, men purchased for use as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games. The intricacy of the institution of slavery on Gor is prodigious. These general remarks, dealing only with major and obvious categories, should be understood as no more than a crude orientation to the subject matter as a whole. The utility of generality must not be permitted to blind us to the specificity of reality. There are always market variables, and buyer and slave variables. A girl who seems to most men only a low-grade kettle-and-mat girl may be to a given man very precious. She may be as valuable to him as a collared Ubara, one who must now, strictly, be taught her duties as a slave.
"I have now a bid of one sixteen," said the Lady Tendite. "Surely, noble buyers, you will bid more realistically for such a splendid property?"
"I will have at least four for you," said the Lady Tima to me.
"Why is the bidding not higher?" I asked.
"They are afraid of you," she said.
"I see," I said.
"But I will teach them they have nothing to fear," she said.
I looked at her, with apprehension.
"Bring on another slave!" called a woman.
"Bring on another slave!" called yet another.
The Lady Tendite, distraught, turned to the Lady Tima. "I shall close the bids," she said. She knew she had not done well. She was disappointed with her performance.
"May I continue?" asked the Lady Tima.
"Certainly," said the Lady Tendite, gratefully.
"Bring on a new slave!" called a woman.
The Lady Tima, suddenly, cracked her whip, the blades, loud, snapping in a staccato burst of leather, almost at my ear, the crowd instantly still, its attention arrested, stunned, alert.
"Stand!" ordered the Lady Tima. "Strip! Kneel! Knees wide!"
Startled, terrified, scarcely knowing what I was doing, I found myself kneeling before the buyers.
"Crawl to the Lady Tendite," ordered the Lady Tima. "Beg to be collared."
I found myself terrified, crawling to the Lady Tendite. The whip snapped again, behind me.
"Please collar me, Mistress," I begged.
"Louder!" said the Lady Tima.
"Please collar me, Mistress!" I begged the Lady Tendite.
"Stay on your hands and knees, head down!" ordered the Lady Tima.
A collar was brought, one which had been lying at hand, with other accouterments, at the rear of the platform. It was identical to that which I had worn in the room of preparation.
I felt it clasped about my neck and locked shut. I shuddered.
I saw the Lady Tima throw what garments I had just torn from my body into the shallow bowl of burning wood.
I was aware of applause, Gorean applause, from the tiers.
The Lady Tima, with her whip, indicated my shoes and stockings lying on the platform. "Take them, one by one, in your mouth," she said, "and discard them in the fire."
The whip cracked again.
I began to comply with her request, shattered, terrified, a slave.
I heard bids now from the crowd. 'Two tarsks!" I heard. "Three tarsks!" I heard. "Three five!" I heard. "Three six!" 'Three ten!" "Three twenty!"
The bidding was at four eighteen when I had jerked back my head from the flaming cubes, my right shoe thrown from my teeth into the fire. My knees hurt. I could feel the smooth wood of the platform beneath the palms of my hands. I was stark naked on Gor, save that I wore a steel collar. I saw the last of my clothing burst into flame. I saw fire licking about the shoes, which I had placed in the dish.
The whip snapped again. "Here, Jason!" ordered the Lady Tima, pointing with the whip to a place at her feet.
I crawled to her feet.
"Five tarsks!" I heard.
"Stand, Jason!" ordered the Lady Tima.
I stood.
"Here is the slave," said the Lady Tima. "You have seen him kneel naked to
a woman and beg to be collared. Has not your lovely auctioneer, the Lady Tendite, well prepared him for his sale?"
"Six tarsks!" I heard.
There was applause for the Lady Tendite. I was bitter. I realized now only too well that the room of preparation had been for me just that. It had been where the Lady Tendite had prepared me for my sale, even to having me, unwittingly, dress myself as a man of Earth. It was there that she had laid the snares and set the traps, earning my trust, building up my hopes, which had made me so additionally vulnerable to the humiliations and miseries of my sale. She had done her work well. What a fool she had made of me. What a splendid joke for the Gorean women. I had thought to escape. I was now naked, being sold.
"Seven tarsks!" I heard. "Seven five!" I heard.
What a fool I had been not to realize that she was not a true slave girl. A true slave girl, I gathered, would not even have dared to think of behaving as she had. They knew the penalties. Besides the concern of a slave girl is not with male slaves; their concern is with free men, their masters.
"Seven seven!" I heard. "Seven eight!"
"Show yourself to them as you were in the room of preparation," said the Lady Tima to the Lady Tendite, "when you pretended to be a miserable little Earth-girl slave."
"Lady Tima?" inquired the Lady Tendite.
"I know what I am doing," said the Lady Tima to her, smiling.
"But I would be ashamed to be seen before free women so clad," she said.
"There are only women here, and this slave, and our men," said the Lady Tima. "Do so."
The Lady Tendite looked at her, uncertainly.
"Do you wish to remain in my employ?" inquired the Lady Tima.
The Lady Tendite smiled. She threw back the white gown she wore, still fastened about her neck with its silver clasp. It then hung back, over her shoulders, like a cape.
She stood there, then, in the Ta-Teera. She was exquisitely beautiful.
The Gorean women in the tiers seemed for a moment taken aback. Then, beginning one by one, they struck their left shoulders.
"How beautiful she is," breathed more than one woman.
I saw many of the women looking upon the Lady Tendite almost breathlessly, thrilled with her loveliness.
I then understood how brilliant indeed was the slaver who was my mistress. The women in the tiers, almost overcome with excitement, were identifying with the Lady Tendite. Though it was she who stood there it was they who, in their imaginations, wore the shameful Ta-Teera and stood upon the wood of a slave platform. The Lady Tendite smiled, and lifted her hand to the crowd. Perhaps it was only then that she realized that her beauty had not been incidental to her hiring by the Lady Tima. I looked out on the women in the tiers.
"Remove the gown, and put on the collar," said the Lady Tima to the Lady Tendite.
"Yes, Lady Tima," she said. She unclasped the gown and dropped it to one side. From an attendant she retrieved the collar which she had earlier handed him. She stood before the crowd and, smiling, held the collar.
The crowd was intent and hushed.
The Lady Tendite, smiling at the crowd, closed the collar about her neck. The click was audible.
There was an intake of breath. There was a cry of pleasure. Then there was applause for the Lady Tendite.
She stood before them, as a collared slave girl.
There was much applause.
The women in the tiers, clearly, were identifying with the Lady Tendite, and her beauty, as a collared slave girl. The Lady Tima was appealing to, and exploiting, something deep in women which she, as a slaver, well understood, the deep, thrilling desire, profound in women, to be the owned slave of a strong man, to be mastered and to find themselves under the obligation of obedience. I do not know how many of the women clearly understood what was occurring on the platform. Perhaps many knew only that, for some reason that was not clear to them, they were excited and thrilled. And they could, of course, be innocent in feeling this thrill and excitement for, first, it was not truly they but the Lady Tendite who stood on the platform, and, too, she was not truly a slave, but only pretending to be one. How frightening, of course, it would have been had the collar been truly locked upon her!
"My congratulations to the superb actress, the Lady Tendite!" called the Lady Tima.
There was more applause.
I have little doubt, too, the fact that I stood in the near background to the Lady Tendite, a male large and strong, contributed to the scene intended by the Lady Tima. She was very small, compared to me.
"Caress the slave," said the Lady Tima to the Lady Tendite.
The Lady Tendite came near to me. She looked up into my eyes. She was exquisitely beautiful. Her breasts, swelling within the pathetic restraint of the Ta-Teera, made me want to cry out with pleasure.
"Please do not touch me," I begged.
She wore a steel collar.
"Please," I begged. I cried out with misery and shame.
"Ten tarsks!" I heard. "Ten five!" I heard.
"You may now remove the collar and take your whip from the attendant," said the Lady Tima. "Then, with the whip, display him as you will."
The Lady Tendite smiled, and went to the rear of the platform.
Bids continued. When the Lady Tendite returned, the collar removed, her whip in hand, they were at eleven six. I was then, guided by the voice of the Lady Tendite, and the deft touches of her whip, displayed to the crowd. There were tears in my eyes. Then I was made to kneel.
"Fourteen tarsks!" I heard.
"Jason," said the Lady Tima, "you did attempt to escape."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, shuddering.
"Speak up," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Too," she said, "you spoke at least once without permission this evening."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, loudly, knowing that I must speak so that I could be heard in the tiers.
"Do you beg to be whipped?" she asked.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Please have me whipped." I put my head down, miserable.
The Lady Tima gestured to one of the attendants who then stood behind me, and shook out the blades of a slave whip.
"Whip him," she said.
I shuddered as the lash fell upon me.
The bids continued, as I was beaten. I was sold for sixteen silver tarsks. I did not know who bought me. I was chained hand and foot. I remember realizing that I was no longer being beaten. I was dragged, bloody, from the sales platform. I remember hearing the sound of the gong once more. A new slave was being presented before the buyers.
13
The Lady Florence;
I Encounter a Slave Girl, Whom I Learn is Owned by Oneander of Ar
"How pretty he is at your stirrup, Lady Florence," said the veiled woman, reclining in the palanquin, its draft slaves now halted.
"A lengthening of his hair, a white ribbon binding it back, a silken tunic make quite a difference, Lady Melpomene," responded the Lady Florence.
"I see you no longer have him chained there," said the Lady Melpomene.
"It was not necessary, as I soon discovered," said the Lady Florence. I kept my head down.
"I envy you such a sweet slave," said the Lady Melpomene.
"It is kind of you not to be bitter," said the Lady Florence, acidly. I held the reins of her tharlarion. It was not large. Its stirrup was at my right shoulder.
"Have you had him branded yet?" asked the Lady Melpomene.
"No," said the Lady Florence. "I keep my male slaves smooth-thighed."
"Interesting," said the Lady Melpomene.
The Lady Florence shrugged.
"Is he any good on the couch?" asked the Lady Melpomene.
"I use him when it pleases me," said the Lady Florence.
"Of course," said the Lady Melpomene.
"It is unfortunate that your resources, in the recent markets, have become so limited, or you might have outbidden me," said the Lady Florence.
"My resources are
quite ample," said the Lady Melpomene.
"Rumor has it," said the Lady Florence, "that your fortunes lie near ruin."
"Such rumors," snapped the Lady Melpomene, "are malicious and false."
"I thought so," said the Lady Florence, pleasantly. "It is unfortunate that they are so rampant."
"I was insufficiently interested in the slave to bid sixteen tarsks," said the Lady Melpomene.
"Of course," said the Lady Florence.
"Have you been long shopping in Ar?" asked the Lady Melpomene.
"Some four days," said the Lady Florence. "We left our house in Vonda a month ago, for my villa." The villa of the Lady Florence of Vonda lay some forty pasangs south and west of Vonda. Vonda was one of the four cities of the Salerian Confederation. The other cities of this confederation were Ti, Port Olni and Lara. All four of these cities lie on the Olni River, which is a tributary to the Vosk. Ti is farthest from the confluence of the Olni and Vosk; downriver from Ti is Port Olni; these were the first two cities to form a league, originally intended for the control of river pirates and the protection of inland shipping; later, downriver from Port Olni, Vonda, and Lara, lying at the junction of the Olni and Vosk, joined the league. The Olni, for practical purposes, has been freed of river pirates. The oaths of the league, and the primitive articles pertaining to its first governance, were sworn, and signed, in the meadow of Salerius, which lies on the northern bank of the Olni between Port Olni and Vonda. It is from that fact that the confederation is known as the Salerian Confederation. The principal city, because the largest and most populous, of the confederation is Ti. The governance of the confederation is centralized in Ti. The high administrator of the confederation is a man called Ebullius Gaius Cassius, of the Warriors. Ebullius Gaius Cassius was also, as might be expected, the administrator of the city, or state, of Ti itself. The Salerian Confederation, incidentally, is also sometimes known as the Four Cities of Saleria. The expression 'Saleria', doubtless owing its origin to the meadow of Salerius, is used broadly, incidentally, to refer to the fertile basin territories both north and south of the Olni, the lands over which the confederation professes to maintain a hegemony. The meadow of Salerius, thus, lies on the northern bank of the Olni, between Port Olni and Vonda; the area called Saleria, on the other hand, is, in effect, the lands controlled by the confederation. Ti, Port Olni and Vonda lie on the northern bank of the Olni; Lara lies between the Olni and the Vosk, at their confluence. It is regarded as being of great strategic importance. It could, if it wished, prevent Olni shipping from reaching the markets of the Vosk towns, and, similarly, if it wished, prevent shipping from these same towns from reaching the Olni markets. Overland shipping in this area, as is generally the case on Gor, is time consuming and costly; also, it is often dangerous. It is interesting to note that the control of piracy on the Olni was largely a function of the incorporation of Lara in the confederation. This made it difficult for the pirate fleets, following their raids, to descend the Olni and escape into the Vosk. It may also be of interest to note that what began as a defensive league instituted primarily to protect shipping on a river gradually, but expectedly, began to evolve into a considerable political force in eastern known Gor. Jealousies and strifes, rivalries, even armed conflicts, tend often to separate Gorean cities. Seldom do they band together. In this milieu, then, of suspicion, pride, autonomy and honor, the four cities of Saleria represented a startling and momentous anomaly in the politics of Gor. The league to protect shipping on the Olni, inadvertently but naturally founded in the common interest of four cities, had formed the basis for what later became the formidable Salerian Confederation. Many cities of Gor, it was rumored, looked now with uneasiness on the four giants of the Olni. The Salerian Confederation, it was rumored, had now come to the attention even of the city of Ar.