Dancer of Gor

I had not known on Earth that such men could exist. I had only dreamed of them, men to whom I could be rightfully only on abject slave. But now on Gor I was subject to such men. And now, naked and collared, I lay in the arms of one. "What was it?" I begged. "What was it you did to me?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Master!" I protested.

"It was a slave orgasm," he said.

I trembled in his arms.

"Surely such would be appropriate enough for you," he said.

"Yes, Master!" I said.

I have had a slave orgasm, I thought, wonderingly.

"It was a small one," he said, "to be sure."

"Small!" I said. "Take pity, I beg you, Master, on a poor slave. Do not mock her so."

I had never experienced anything of that power, of that nature, before. I was still shaken from it. In its grip, I had been overwhelmed, utterly helpless. "You will grow in such things," he said. "They are small in the beginning." "There can be more?" I asked.

"You are only at the beginning of what men can make you feel, Doreen, slave girl," he said.

I shuddered. I had never hitherto guessed that the power of men over me could be so great.

"Do you wish to feel such things again and more?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes!" How much we were at their mercy! They held over us not only the power of pain but also that of pleasure. They had now, in the person of Mirus, let me have a taste of incredible pleasure, perhaps that I might then have some inkling as to what such things could be. Now they could either grant me such pleasures, or withhold them from me, as they wished. I would obey with perfection, trying to please them!

"What is it that you would wish to have again?" he asked.

"Please do not make me say it, Master," I begged.

"What is going on here?" asked a voice.

Swiftly Mirus and I drew apart. I knelt, my head to the tiles. He stood. "You took her here, in the passageway?" asked Hendow, my master.

"Yes," said Mirus.

I could not see the face of Hendow, but I sensed that he was not pleased. Mirus seemed uneasy before him. I was frightened.

"You are training her?" asked Hendow.

"Yes," said Mirus.

"Here?" asked Hendow.

"I also enjoyed her," said Mirus, angrily.

"How is she?" asked Hendow.

I reddened.

"She is good, for a new slave," said Mirus.

The performance, the responses, and such, of slaves, may be discussed openly, as those of other animals.

"Did she yield?" asked Hendow.

"Yes," said Mirus.

"Wholly?" asked Hendow.

"Yes," said Mirus, angrily.

"Look up, slave," said Hendow.

I obeyed, instantly.

"Did you yield?" asked Hendow.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"Wholly?" asked Hendow.

"Yes, Master," I whispered.

"To him?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said, frightened.

"Did she attain slave orgasm?" asked Hendow.

"Yes," said Mirus.

"Slave?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"That is your first, is it not?" asked Hendow.

"Yes, Master," I whispered.

"Perhaps you would have preferred to have brought her to this point yourself," said Mirus. "If so, I did not know. In such a case, had you made your wishes known to me, I would surely have respected them."

"What difference does it make," asked Hendow, "who induces the first slave orgasm in a slave?"

"No difference, of course," said Mirus. He shrugged.

"Did you like it, slave?" asked Hendow. I had never seen him like this. "Yes, Master," I whispered.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"I loved it," I whispered, terrified.

"What was it you loved?" asked Hendow, angrily.

I looked at him, aghast. I was bashful, and shy. I was timid. I was from Earth. I did not want to say such words.

"She is a new slave," said Mirus. "Perhapsa€”"

"Be silent!" said Hendow.

Mirus stiffened, as though he had been slapped. I was startled. How could Hendow have spoken to a free person in this fashion? Never had I seen him as he was. "With your leave," said Mirus, coldly.

"Stay," said Hendow.

"I did not know the slave was of interest to you," said Mirus.

"She is meaningless, as is any other slave," said Hendow.

"Of course," said Mirus.

Then Hendow looked at me, again. His eyes were fierce. I must answer. It was painful for me. On Earth I had even been reluctant even to describe the liberating sort of dance I loved so much by such an expression as "belly dance". I quailed before that gaze. It was the gaze of my master.

"My slave orgasm," I whispered.

"Speak up, slave," said Hendow.

"My slave orgasm," I said. I shuddered to hear such words coming from me. "And you want more of them, don" t you?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I said, my eyes suddenly filling with tears. How helpless I was before such men.

"And desperately so?" he said.

"Yes, Master!" I wept.

"You perhaps understand now," he said, "that there is more to slavery than collars and chains."

"Yes, Master," I said.

"You are more thoroughly imbonded now than ever before," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said. It was true. I wanted such incredible sensations. I would do anything for them. To be granted them I would strive to be a perfect slave. I suddenly put my head in my hands, weeping.

"Hendow," protested Mirus.

"Have you counted the coins?" asked Hendow.

"Not yet," said Mirus, angrily.