Dancer of Gor

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.

"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.

"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, not referring to him in terms such as "the master" or "our master."

"Open your mouth," she said.