Kajira of Gor (24 page)

tire of the sport.

“How goes the war?” I said.

“I have come to report another glorious victory,” said Liarious.

“This one has occurred on the Plains of Eteocles.”

“ne enemy, then,” I said, “is east of the Hills of Eteocles, it is through the

Pass of Theseus.”

“You have been examining maps?” inquired Ligurious.

“I made inquiries,” I said. He saw I could not read. I was illiterate in Gorean.

“I see,” he, said.

I heard men shouting, and the rattle of weaponry outside, down in the courtyard.

I hurried to the barred window.

“Those will be guardsmen,” said Ligurious, “issuing forth to disperse the

rabble.”

“Yes,” I said. I could see a double line of guardsmen, with shields and spears,

exiting through the gates. In a moment, too, I could see men and woman fleeing

across the square.

“Those are small groups of dissidents,” said Ligurious. “Pay them no mind. You

are loved in Corcyrus.”

“Each of our victories,” I said, “seems to occur closer to Corcyrus.”

“Surely you saw the silver brought in from Argentum?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “It was prominently displayed in the victory parade several weeks

ago, that over which we presided.”

“Over which you presided, my Tatrix,” said he, modestly.

“Yes,” I said.

I recalled this parade well. Ligurious had been in the palanquin with me. He had

been, in his force and presence, both visible and prominent. I, as earlier,

apparently in accord with the public customs of Corcyrus, had been unveiled. My

features, it seemed, would be well known to thousands.

“It seems little more silver has been forthcoming,” I said.

Ligurious was silent.

“Did your troops enter Argenturn?” I asked. A

“Our generals did not feet it was necessary,” said Ligurious

“It seems that our first victory, after the seizure of the mines, occurred on

the Fields of Hesius,” I said.

“Yes,” said Ligurious.

“Our second occurred on the shores of Lake las,” I said, “and our third east of

the Issus.” This was a northwestward flowing river, tributary to the Vosk, far

to the north.

“Yes, my Tatrix,” said Ligurious.

“Now we have been victorious once more,” I said, “this time on the Plains of

Eteocles.”

“Yes, my Tatrix,” said Ligurious.

“They lie within a hundred pasangs of Corcyrus,” I said.

“It is part of a plan, my Tatrix,” said Ligurious. “We are stretching their

supply lines. Then, when we wish, soon, now, we will strike like a tam, cutting

them. We will then subject a starving, demoralized enemy to devastating attacks.

* Have no fear, Lady. They will soon be helpless. We will soon have them beneath

our swords.”

“Are there scarcities in the city?” I asked.

“There are none in the palace,” said Ligurious. “Did Lady ‘Sheila enjoy her

spiced vulo this evening?”

“In the city?” I said.

“In a time of conflict,” said Ligurious, “there are always some privations.”

“Are they minor?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “With your permission,” he said. He then bowed, and withdrew.

I watched him withdraw. I wondered what it would be like to have to do obeisance

to such a man, and what it would be like to be in his arms.

I then turned again to the barred window. From where I stood, sometimes, I could

see tarn wire, as the light struck it, in its swaying movements. It was strung

about, over the courtyard, between the palace and the walls. Too, it had been

strung elsewhere, I had heard, in the city.

The door opened and Susan entered, and knelt down and lowered her head. It is

common for slaves to kneel when entering the presence of free persons. It is

common, too, of course, more generally, for them to kneel whenever they find

themselves in the presence of a free person, for example, if they are in a room

and a free person enters.

“You may finish your work,” I informed the slave, from Cincinnati, Ohio.

“Yes, Mistress. thank you, Mistress,” said the girl. In a moment, then, she was

again, on her hands and knees, with water and cloths, her bead down, rinsing and

cleaning the files, thoroughly and carefully removing the residue of sticky,

half-dried wine from them.

“Susan,” I said.

“Mistress?” she asked, raising her head.

“Did Ligurious speak to you?” I asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said.

“You know that tonight you are to- to dancer,

“Yes, Mistress,” she said. “Before selected guardsmen. The whip dance.”

“It was not my idea, Susan,” I said. “I did not ask Ligurlous to have you

punished. It was his idea. I want, you to know that. I am sorry.”

“It had not even occurred to me that it might have been your idea, Mistress,”

smiled Susan. “You did not even want me punished. Mistress has always shown me

incredible lenience. Mistress has always shown me incredible kindness. It is

almost as if—‘

“Yes?” I said.

“—almost as if Mistress has some idea of the helplessness and vulnerability of

the slave.”

“And how,” I asked angrily, “would I, a free woman, have any idea of that?”

“Forgive me, Mistress,” said Susan. “Of course you, as a free woman, could not!”

I was angry. I considered whipping the little, collared slut. She put her head

down, quickly, and continued her work, menial work, work suitable for such as

she, a slave.

“Susan,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress?” she asked.

“Is it hard to learn the whip dance?” I asked.

“I am not a dancer, Mistress,” said Susan, “nor are most who perform the dance.

It is not even, really, a dance. One simply has one’s clothes taken away, and

then one moves before strong, powerful men as such men would have a woman move

before them. Then when one is sufficiently pleased, he indicates this and you

serve his pleasure.”

“How do you know what to do?” I asked.

“Sometimes one tries different things,” she said, “for example, about or on the

furniture, on the floor, about their bodies, at their feet, on your back, on

your belly, hoping to find something that they will respond to. Sometimes they

give you explicit instructions or commands, as when a woman is put through slave

paces. Sometimes they guide you, or help you, sometimes by the whip, sometimes

by expressions or cries. At other times the girl listens, so to speak, to the

slave fires in her belly, and seems to become one with them and the dance, and

then, soon, must beg the brutes, in her dance, and by her piteous expressions

and gestures, to relieve the merciless tensions in her body, allowing her to

complete the cruel cycle of arousal, allowing her to receive them and submit to

them, the masters, in the spasmodic surrender of the helpless slave.”

“But the whip,” I said. “Do you not fear it?”

“I fear it,” she said. “But I do not think I will feel it.”

“Why?” I asked.

Susan suddenly looked me directly in the eye. “I dance well,” she said.

I turned away from her. When I looked at her again, she had finished her work.

“Will Mistress be needing me further for this evening?” she asked.

I looked at Susan.

How chaste, how modest, how demure she seemed in her brief tunic, and collar,

with her lovely face and beautiful little figure, How dainty, how exquisitel How

deferential, how shyl Surely she was a woman’s slave, and only that, attentive,

knowledgeable, efficient, respectful and selfeffacing.

But a man such as Ligurious had bought her naked off a slave block in Cos.

What a sweet, bashful girl she was.

But tonight she would dance naked for guardsmen.

“Mistress?” asked Susan.

“You do not seem distressed that tonight you will dance,” I observed. Indeed, it

seemed she might be looking forward to it.

“No, Mistress’,” she said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Must I speak?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“I love men, and wish to serve them, fully,” she said.

“Lewd and shameless slut!” I cried.

“I am a slave,” she said. “Forgive me, Mistress. Too, I have not been given to a

man in eleven days. My fingernails are bloody from scratching at the tiles in my

kennel.”

I shuddered. I had not thought much about where slave girls might be kept at

night. To be sure, I knew that they were not wandering freely about the palace.

Now, it seemed, that some, at least, might be locked in kennels. This made

sense, of course, considering that, like the shameless, little slut, Susan, they

were animals.

“It does not seem that the whip dance, truly, would be much of a punishment for

you,” I said.

“Ligurious has several women,” she said. “He does not know me that well. He has

had me Prily a few times, and, I have improved my skills, considerably, since

then.”

“He thinks, then, that it will be a terrible punishment for you?” I asked.

“I would suppose so,” she said. “Doubtless he expects that I will be muchly

lashed.”

“What is it like to be In the arms of a man such as Ligunous?” I asked, as

though not much interested, really.

“He devastates a woman,” she said, “turning her into a tormented, whimpering

animal, and then he makes her yield to him, fully, and as a slave.”

“Did you spill the wine on purpose?” I asked.

“No, Mistress,” she laughed. “I did not know that Ligurious was coming to your

quarters. It occurred before his arrival. Too, I know you would not be so cruel

as to assign me to the whip dance. Too, the common punishment for such a

clumsiness is not the uncompromising, degrading severity of the whip dance but

disciplines more prosaic in their nature, such as a restriction or change in

rations, close chains or, most often, a switching or whipping.”

“I see,” I said.

I wondered what Susan would look like, her body glistening with a sheen of

sweat, twisting and writhing before men, pleasing them as a naked slave, theirs

then to be exploited and used however they might wish. She seemed such an ideal

woman’s slave, such an efficient, bashful, modest girl, it was hard to imagine

her in such a context. But she had told me that her fingernails were bloody from

scratching at the tiles in her kennel. It seemed then that quiet, sweet,

withdrawn, retiring: Susan actually bad sexual needs and powerful ones. These

needs, too, presumably, given her appearance and curvatures, bespeaking a

richness in female hormones, would be deeply feminine ones. I wondered in bow

many girls like Susan there might lie a pleasure slave, waiting to be uncaged

and commanded.

“I dance well,” she had told me.

How startled I had been when she had said that. I bad turned away.

She had looked into my eyes, in that instant, not as a slave into the eyes of a

free woman, but as one woman into the eyes of another. I had felt then, in that

instant, that we were both, ultimately, only women, that we were identical in

our femaleness’, that we were united in the bonds of a common sisterhood and

what, in relationship to men, it entailed. We were both, ultimately, only women;

we were both, ultimately, though I was free and she was a slave, representatives

of the slave sex.

I wondered if I, too, could dance well. I knew that if I did not, I would be

lashed.

“I will have no further need for you tonight, Susan,” I said. “I think that you

should soon report to your masters of the evening.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said. “Thank you, Mistress.” Susan,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress?” she said.

“Is there unrest in the city?”

“I do not know, Mistress,” she said. “I am seldom outside the grounds of the

palace.”

I had resolved upon a bold plan.

“Before it: report to your temporary masters,” I said, “inform Drusus Rencius

that I wish to see him. He is to report to my quarters within the Ahn.”

“’Yes, Mistress,” she said.

“It will not be necessary to inform Ligurious of this action on your part,” I

said.

“As Mistress wishes,” she said.

“It is my recommendation, “ I said, “that in reporting to your temporary masters

you are a little late, but just late enough to increase their eagerness, not

late enough that you are lashed for tardiness.”

“Yes, Mistress,” smiled Susan. “Thank you, Mistressf” She then sped from the

room.

I then went again to the barred window, and looked out, over the city.

I myself had been outside of the palace grounds only infrequently in weeks,

since my visit to the house of Kliomenes. I had been out, of course, in the

grand victory parade, staged shortly after the seizure of the mines.

I then turned away from the window. I would now await the arrival of Drusus

Rencius. I had seen him privately scarcely at all since the house of Khomenes

and the inn of Lysias. Our relationship was totally professional. Twice he had

requested to be relieved of his duties, to be assigned to a new post, but I had

refused to grant this request. That he might be restless, tortured or bitter in

my presence meant nothing to me. I was a Tatrix. He was a soldier. He would obey

me. I considered his apparent discomfort in my presence. smiled. It pleased me.

Let him suffer.

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I Have Taken Cognizance in Corcyrus; We Are Returning to the Palace

Through the darkened street, along the crooked way, Drusus Rencius and I were