Kajira of Gor

As I lay at their feet, on the blanket, on the boards of the slave wagon, they were looking down at me. I was aware that it was very much as a female that I was being looked at.

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked.

The first man shrugged. "Turn you over to the authorities," he said.

"Please do not do so," I begged. "Please!"

They continued to look at me.

"Please," I begged. "Please, please," I whimpered. I lifted my body, piteously, to them.

"Slut!" hissed one of the chained slaves.

"Please," I whimpered. "Please!"

"We'll give you a trial," said the first man. "You first, Durbar."

I reached up for him as he crouched down, swiftly, between my legs. Durbar was not first in the camp, I realised. He would warm me for the use of the other. It was he whom I must especially please.

A few Ehn later, in the arms of the leader, the first driver, I suddenly cried out with fear and surprise. It had been my intention to be especially pleasing to him but, suddenly, it seemed as though I were being taken away from myself. "No!" I said, suddenly. "Please, stop!" But I clutched him desperatly. "Stop!" I begged. "Oh, stop!" I gritted my teeth. My fingernails cut into his arm and back. "Slut!" hissed one of the slaves. "Slut!"

"The feelings!" I cried. "The feelings! Please, stop!" But the brute laughed, and did not stop.

"I cannot stand it!" I cried.

But still the beast did not desist!

The sensation that Speusippus had begun to induce in me long ago, that which had struck such terror into me, now, seemingly from somewhere deep in my belly, began to emerge irresistably. I had not known what it would be like in its larger effect, let alone its resolution.

"No!" I cried.

And then I yielded to him.

"Slut, slut, slut!" hissed one of the slaves.

Then I clutched him, startled and astounded. I could hardly believe what I had felt. I held tightly to him. "Please do not let me go," I begged. "Hold me, if only for a moment! Hold me! Hold me, please!"

"What a slut she is," said a woman.

"Yes," said another.

"Tiffany," whispered Emily.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Isn't Aemilianus handsome?" she whispered.

"Yes," I said.

"I want to crawl to him," she whispered, "and beg to serve his pleasure."

"Do not break position," I warned her.

"No," she whispered.

"Perhaps he will let you serve him later," I said.

"I hope so," she whispered. "I hope so!"

"You like him," I observed.

"I think that I am his love slave," she whispered.

"It is too early for you to know something like that," I said. I did not know, of course, whether it was or not. Sometimes these things can be told at a glance.

"I want him to whip me," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I love him," she said.

I thought of Miles of Argentum.

How skillful he was at teaching a woman her slavery. How well he had put me through my paces on the leash, and then later in his arms. And, but moments ago, he had simply ordered me to him and had then, wordlessly, before taking me, positioned me precisely as he wanted me, my head even down.

I considered my compliance with his wishes and desires. I had obeyed him perfectly. I would not have dared to do otherwise, of course. He was not a man of Earth, or a typical man of Earth. He was a Gorean male.

I twisted a bit on the tiles, carefully, so as not dislodge the sheet. I moved my wrists a little, they locked helplessly behind my back in their slave bracelets.

How men do with us as they please, I thought. How they master us!

I pulled for a moment, angrily, futilely, irrationally, against the slave bracelets, but I could not, of course, free myself.

What a glorious world this is for men, I thought, that here women such as I must serve and please them!

But then I squirmed with pleasure and joy.

And what a glorious world for women, I thought, that here we must so serve and please!

I felt then the raptures of my bondage, from the tranquillities of selfless service to the ecstacy of a slave's sexual surrender to the dominant male, the master. How perfect I was for bondage; how perfect bondage was for me. I had been designed by nature for bondage. This was clear in my body, and in my nature and dispositions. I rejoiced that I had been brought to a world in which I was free to fulfill, and, in certain circumstances, would have no choice but to fulfill, this implicit destiny. Here, on Gor, there were none of the confusions, the denials, the lies and ambiguities of Earth; here there was clarity, structure and truth. Here civilisation did not war with nature; here slaves were slaves, and masters masters. Here I would be what I was, and without compromise, a slave. I did not object. Rather was I thrilled with this, as I had now learned, my natural fulfillment.