Dancer of Gor (44 page)

I stood before him, at the foot of the carpeted dais, naked, in my collar.

He looked down upon me. He seemed heavy in the chair. Almost somnolent. Yet I knew he was a creature of great energy, and vitality.

"Why are you frightened?" he asked.

"I am in the presence of my master," I said.

I was apprehensive. I had not been dismissed. I had not been permitted to kneel.

He scrutinized me, not speaking.

I was very conscious of my brand and collar.

I regarded my master.

I was conscious, too, now, oddly, of the tiny, circular training pins in my ears by the metal worker yesterday morning. I stood before my master, I was now a pierced-ear girl. To an Earth girl, on Earth, at least, this might not seem to be a matter of great import, but I was not on Earth, and here, I knew, much things, somehow, rationally or not, had great import. In some way, they confirmed my slavery upon me, perhaps even more, here, than the brand and collar.

"You are an excellent and valuable slave," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I said, relieved. Perhaps I had been brought here to be praised.

"You are a superb dancer," he said, "perhaps one of the best in Brundisium."

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"Your name is written high in the lists at the baths," he said.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"The business of the tavern has increased considerably since your acquisition," he said.

"I am pleased if I have been of value to my master," I said.

"Did Mirus tell you things of this sort two nights ago?" he asked.

"To some extent, yes, Master," I said. I had not seen Mirus since the day before yesterday.

"They are true," he said.

"Then I am pleased, Master," I said.

(pg. 266) "Do you think you are a high slave?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said.

"Do you grow proud?" he asked.

"I do not think so, Master," I said. "I hope not, Master."

"To your right," he said, "against the wall, there is a box. Open it, and bring me its contents."

I turned about and went to the side of the room. There, against the wall, as he had said, there was a box, a heavy coffer, with iron bands, with a curved lid. I knelt before the box. I lifted the lid. In the box there was but one object, a slave whip.

I removed the whip from the box and rose to my feet, and returned to the dais, where I climbed the stairs and knelt before Hendow. I kissed the whip, and holding it with both hands, my arms extended, my head down, between my arms, proffered it to him. I then rose to my feet and withdrew to the foot of the dais, where I stood.

I looked up at Hendow.

My bit of silk, on the rug, was at my feet, on the right.

He stood up. He was a very large man. On the dais, standing, he loomed over me. In his right hand was the whip. He shook out the coils. I was naked. I was small, and weak. I was collared.

"When you were first in this room, several weeks ago," he said, "you may remember that I said you were beautiful."

"Yes, Master," I said, warily.

I saw the blade of the whip swing a bit, almost indolently.

I regarded the instrument of discipline, frightened.

He suddenly cracked the whip in the air. It made a report like a rifle shot. I could not help but move, and cry out with misery.

"Think carefully," he said. "When I said that you were very beautiful, several weeks ago, the first time that I said it, you considered whether or not that might indicate an interest, or weakness on my part, and whether or not you might be able to exploit it."

"No, Master!" I cried, frightened. "No, Master!"

then I saw him approaching me suddenly, descending the steps, swiftly for so large a man, his arm drawn back.

"Please, no, Master!" I wept. Then I felt the lash. I stumbled back in agony, turned about, and fell to the carpet. There the leather once more informed me of the displeasure of my master. I screamed, miserable. Then another blow like lightning was on my back and I sobbed at his feet, on my belly on the rug. "Yes, Master!" I wept. "Yes, Master!" I thought such a thing, but I could not help it. I am only human. I am only a female! Do not (pg. 267) punish me for what I could not help! I put the thought from me!"

I lay there on my belly at his feet. I did not care for the whip. I did not want it. I feared it, terribly. It hurt so. It is a quite effective instrument of discipline for females. It is no wonder the masters use it on us. It, and numerous other disciplines and devices, we so helpless, serve to keep us well in line.

"You have not been struck for that," he said.

"I do not understand, Master," I sobbed.

"I have not chosen to beat you for what you cannot help," he said. "It is clear to me that you had thought the better of your girlish vagary."

"Why, then?" I asked.

"Do I need a reason?" he asked.

"No, Master!" I cried. "No, Master!" the girl belongs to the master. He can do what he wishes with her.

"You do not know why you were struck?" he asked.

"No, Master," I said.

"Perhaps you are stupid," he mused.

"Perhaps, Master," I said.

"You were struck," he said, "because you lied."

"Yes, Master," I said. I lay there, startled, terrified now. How perceptive was this man! Earlier, weeks ago, once, and only briefly, I had considered, swiftly in fear putting the thought from me, that I might be able to use his interest in my favor, perhaps manipulating him, or, in virtue of it, somehow improving my lot. He had, it seems, sensed or understood, this transitory, swiftly rejected consideration, probably from some fleeting expression, or movement of my body, one I had scarcely been aware of. He had not chosen to punish me for that, a thing I could hardly help. For that I was grateful. To be sure, had I continued to consider such matters, I supposed he might have instructed me, sooner or later, with the whip or some other means, as to the unacceptability of such considerations. What he had whipped me for was something else, for now, just now, having lied to him.

He then gave me another blow and I scratched at the carpet in agony.

"Despicable slut!" he said.

"Yes, Master!" I wept.

He then struck me again, and tears burst from my eyes anew. I lay helpless before him, a punished slave.

"Kneel," he said, "swiftly, facing away from me."

I obeyed, in terror, almost frenziedly. I now faced the door.

(pg. 268) "To all fours," he commanded.

I obeyed, trembling.

Twice more then he struck me, and the second blow, as I cried out with misery, sobbing, flung me again to the carpet on my belly.

"Kneel as you were before," he said.

I obeyed.

"All fours," he said.

I went again to all fours.

He then, crouching near me, reaching about me, put the whip to my lips. I kissed it, frightened, again and again.

"Kneel now, in the following fashion," he said. "Do not waste time."

he then had me kneel with my head to the floor, my hands clasped tightly behind the back of my neck, I cried out, grasped, fixedly held, put to his fierce, disciplinary purposes.

He then drew back from me.

I was now on my belly on the rug, gasping in disbelief. I understood more of my slavery then than I had before.

I think he may then have ascended the dais, and perhaps resumed his place in the curule chair. I did not really know. I did not dare look back.

I lay there, disciplined, punished, half shattered. I had never doubted that he would be strong, but I had never expected such power. I had not understood that he was such a man. I could hardly believe what he had done to me, and the force and peremptoriness with which it had been done.

"Report to the kitchen," he said.

"Yes, Master," I sobbed.

His voice, indeed, had come from above and behind me. He was on the dais then, certainly. I did not know if he were seated or not.

I reached for the silk beside me.

"No," he said.

I drew back my hand.

"You are denied clothing until further notice," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"And have the kitchen master put you at the tubs," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

I struggled to my feet. I think I understood, then, how it was that girls came back to the slave quarters scarcely able to move.

"May I speak, Master?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Am I to be put in the iron belt?" I asked.

(pg. 269) "No," he said.

Before, when at the tubs, kneeling there, working beside Ina, our arms immersed to the elbows in the hot water and suds, I had been protected by my virginity. Now, however, I would be as exposed and helpless there as Ina.

I made my way down the long rug, toward the door.

I was under no delusion now that I might be in the favor of my master. I was under no delusion now that there might be something special about me, that I might even be a preferred slave or a high slave. I knew now, and knew it well, that I was only another girl, no different from any other in the house.

"Slave," he said.

"Yes, Master?" I said. I, addressed, knelt, but I did not turn about. I did not know whether it would please him or not. If he wanted me to turn about, I would doubtless be informed of that fact.

"Do you recall one named Mirus?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"He is no longer in my employ," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"You are dismissed," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said. "Thank you, Master."

I then rose to my feet, and withdrew from the presence of my master, Hendow, of Brundisium.

15
   
The Hood and Leash

"Hist," I heard, "hist," a tiny soft noise.

"Who is there?" I asked, frightened. I pulled the blanked up, about me, inside my kennel, in the basement of the tavern of Hendow. It was dark.

"It is I, first girl, Tupita," I heard, a whisper.

"Mistress?" I asked. I quickly knelt in the small kennel, in the darkness. It was the voice of Tupita, of that I was certain. I clutched the blanket about me. She struck no light.

I heard a key fitted into the two locks, one after the other, on the gate of the kennel, and the gate was opened.

(pg. 270) "Mistress?" I asked.

"We are on secret business for our Master," she said. "You are to come with me."

"I do not understand," I whispered.

"Do you question me?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I said.

"Come out," she said. "Be silent. Few must know of this."

I crawled from the kennel. The blanket remains behind. I was naked. I had been naked for several days, even since I had been punished in the chamber of my master, for having lied to him. Beyond such things, however, it was not at all unusual that I should be naked. Girls are often kept naked in their kennels. Too, even if not caged or kenneled, they often sleep naked, that they may be the more accessible to the master. At the least they sleep scantily clad or in garments that may be swiftly drawn, aside, revealing them. Some men, to be sure, enjoy having at least a bit of cloth or a slave rag on their girl, so that she will understand, even if she is awakened rudely, that there is some veil which is being removed from her.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"You will soon learn," she said. "Kneel."

I knelt. I felt my hands being drawn behind me. I then felt steel touch my wrists, and heard the tiny sounds of the ratchets and pawls. I was braceleted.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"We are going into the city," she said.

"I do not understand," I said. Then I was leashed.

"Do you want to spend longer in the kitchen?" she asked.

"No," I whispered. "No."

"You are going to be cloaked, and hooded," she whispered.

"I am not allowed out of the house," I said.

"Tonight is different," she said.

I felt a warm, long cloak put about me. When I stood, It might come even to my ankles. she tied it under my chin.

"Please tell me what is going on," I said.

"I am first girl," said Tupita. "Do you question me?"

"No!" I whispered, swiftly.

"I told you that we are on the secret business of our master," she said. "Shall I inform him that you are recalcitrant?"

"No, Mistress!" I said. "Forgive me, Mistress!"

"I am acting under the orders of Hendow," she said. "Trust me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. How bold she was, I thought, to have used our master's name in that fashion, speaking it unnecessarily, (pg. 271) not referring to him in terms such as "the master" or "our master."