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This is a fan-fiction based in the Gor universe. All rights to the characters and situations of the Gor universe belong to John Norman. This work is written without his express permission. This story is explicitly not to be reposted on any pay sites. The author, Albedo, authorizes the readers to archive it themselves. No other dissemination without the author's permission, please. What Has Gone Before: Armand of Tellus is an Earth-born agent of the secretive Priest-Kings of Gor. He has delivered a female captive, Lila Fischer, a courier agent of the enemy Kurii, to the Sardar, the Priest-Kings home, for interrogation. The Priest-Kings mind-reading machine backfired when Armand attempted to pry some secrets from Lila's brain, and now Armand is trapped in Lila's body and Lila is now in possession of Armand's body. Lila has taken Armand chained in sirik to a paga hall, where they meet with Lady Serressa. She has tried to buy Armand-in-Lila, and then attacked him with a knife when Lila-in-Armand refused her. Agents of Gor: Chapter 3 By Albedo Armand's chained hands strained fruitlessly, unable to protect him as the blade came closer to his face. He pushed at Serressa's body to no avail, handicapped by the sirik's restrictions and his female body's lesser strength. The blade's edge grated on his collar as she tried to drive it into his throat. Suddenly Serressa was lifted from Armand by large male hands. He gasped as her weight was taken from him. By the time he struggled awkwardly back to his knees, Serressa was sitting on the bench again, with Lila's sword point pressing lightly into her belly. Tisoch came running over. "What's this, Warrior?" he rumbled. Lila told him what had transpired as Serressa sobbed into her hands. Tisoch picked up the small knife; it was a woman's blade, with gemstones in the silver hilt. Being a Gorean blade, it was sharp and purposeful despite its decoration. Tisoch noted the damage to its edge, then lifted Armand's chin to observe the bright score on his collar where the blade had been stopped in its awful progress. Lila scabbarded her sword at a gesture from Tisoch. Gorean men were watching Serressa now, and she would not be permitted to attack Armand again. "Is Armand of Tellus' testimony true?" Tisoch asked the Free Woman. She nodded, rubbing her face with her veils. "I wanted the she-sleen dead, for what she did to my heart. He would not sell her to me." Tisoch looked down at Armand-in-Lila, who could do little but remain in position, kneeling where he had been. He hoped he would not be interrogated about the incident. Slaves were not thought to be reliable witnesses when it came to the dealings of free men and women. If their testimony was required for some legal reason, it was often taken under torture. Tisoch shook his head in irritation. He knew Serressa, of course. She was, like her Companion, an agent of the Priest-Kings, and Glathius had visited his establishment many times when he had been assigned to the Sardar in the course of his duties. Serressa had been a much rarer visitor, of course. Tisoch's paga hall was a demure place by Gorean standards for paga taverns and their like, but it was still not really a fit place for Free Women, too easily scandalised by the sight of Gorean men enjoying the pleasures of strong drink and naked slave girls. It was not always the case, but Companions were not barred from working for the cause their menfolk served. Both sides in this strange war employed women as well as men; after all, Lila Fischer was a pawn originally put into play by the Kurii. Serressa's position as an agent did not excuse her wanton attack on Lila's property, though. What to do? Lila broke the silence, her eyes never leaving Serressa's veiled face. "Tisoch, is this not rightly a matter for Priest-Kings? The girl she would have killed is important to their purposes, after all." "She is?" Tisoch rubbed his beard as he regarded Lila-in-Armand anew. "A pretty puzzle, Warrior. Normally I'd say to let Misk sort it out, but how could we make him understand why the Lady Serressa attacked your girl there? Revenge is for men, not Priest-Kings." He waved his hand around the paga hall. "Besides, it happened here. This is Gor. We're in the Sardar, true, but my hall is Gor." Lila nodded. "So if this is Gor, then this happened under your roof. Judgement is yours." Tisoch looked pained. He had known Glathius well, and had mourned his death and that of his companions when the word of the attack on the station at Four Bosk Ford had reached the Sardar. He knew Serressa, and their bond, which went deeper than the vows of Free Companionship. He was Gorean though, and justice required judgement. "She attacked your property, Armand." He gestured down at the chained girl-figure at Lila's feet who was still breathing heavily from the assault, a livid red stripe across her face. "You must judge Lady Serressa." Lila took a deep breath. "Serressa, Free Companion of Glathius." She looked up. "Stand." She stood as the men around her stepped back. Lila-in-Armand reached forward and unpinned Serressa's veils again. Her face came into view, streaked with tears. Her lip trembled. The scarves that bound her hair were next, and then Lila slipped the outer robes from her shoulders, leaving her standing in a light silken slip that came to her knees. At a word, she numbly stepped from her sandals and stood barefoot on the rush matting. The excitement had produced a large circle of men who were avidly following Lila's actions. Even a few tavern girls were peering at the spectacle from a careful distance. The word of what had happened had circulated quickly. A few glances were cast at Armand's kneeling figure, but most attention was concentrated on the drama now unfolding before them. Lila reached again and the silken shift slid from Serressa's shoulders. There were murmurs from the crowd as her figure was revealed. She wore breast bindings and silk drawers. Lila, conscious of her role as the aggrieved male Gorean in this, picked up Serressa's small knife. She drew in a breath as the blade touched her flesh, and then the bindings parted, falling to the floor. Two more light strokes dealt with the drawers, and she was naked to the crowd. There was a smattering of applause, in the Gorean fashion, hand smote on the opposite shoulder, as Serressa, Free Companion of Glathius of Port Kar, stood naked before her judge. "Bring a collar," said Lila. Serressa shuddered, but did not otherwise move. Tisoch had anticipated Lila's actions once she started to strip her prisoner, and handed her an open collar with the key wired to the ring. Lila freed the key and dropped it into the pouch that already held the key to Armand's collar as well as the control egg and the sirik keys. "Kneel." Serressa collapsed limply to her knees before Lila, unconsciously mirroring Armand's pose as Sally had a short time before. Lila rested the open circlet on Serressa's naked shoulders, carefully moving her long hair aside so that it would not be trapped within. "Lady Serressa, for your crime, I sentence you to slavery." There was a murmur from the crowd, with a rising edge of anger. Lady Serressa had been one of them; all the men present served Priest-Kings and many had been friends of Glathius, her Companion. Vengeance was a well-understood part of the Gorean psyche. Some in the crowd thought that she was being treated harshly by the newcomer, Armand of Tellus. After all it was only a slave she had tried to kill; one who had been a willing agent of the enemy, to boot. Lila continued. "For your grief, and your past service to the Priest- Kings, I commute the sentence." Serressa looked up into Lila's stern face. "Two days of slave service. For those two days you will be a slave. You will bear a slave name, wear a slave collar, be a true slave. On the third day you will take up your free name, wear the robes of a Free Woman, and be again the Free Companion of Glathius of Port Kar." The crowd's murmur stilled as Lady Serressa looked up at her judge, and slowly nodded. This was fair. The collar's lock clicked as Lila pushed the ends together. There was another round of applause from the crowd at Lila's judgement. Honour had been preserved, for both Armand of Tellus and Lady Serressa. Justice had been done. Lila turned to Tisoch, but pitched her voice to the crowd. "The slave before us will be mine for a night and a day, as she tried to destroy my property. After this, she will belong to the hallkeeper Tisoch for a night and a day, in recompense for the trouble she has caused under his roof." Tisoch picked up his cue from Lila. "The slave before us will serve in this hall, and any man will have free use of her." There was more applause from the crowd. Lila turned to the crowd, and addressed them directly. "Her name is... Lilianne." Armand saw the new slave named Lilianne wince. This was an Earth name. Earth girls were the lowest slaves imaginable, and to give a Gorean-born slave such a name was a deliberate punishment. "What of the other girl, then?" came a voice from the crowd. "What's her name?" Armand looked up. Lila looked out, trying to identify the man who had asked. "Why? Do you want to buy her?" There was laughter. "I don't need to know her name to know what I want to do to her." There was more laughter. Armand-in-Lila flushed at the crude words; he had no illusions what would happen to him if he fell into a true Gorean man's hands. His body was virgin, yes, but that virginity only held value because it could be taken by a man. He really didn't want to think too deeply about what that would mean... "Well, she is nameless, for now." The slave Lilianne looked up at this. She was Gorean born and bred, and understood slavery, at least from the outside. It only came to Armand after thinking it through, with his painfully acquired academic knowledge of Gorean ways and customs. A slave girl with a name outranked a nameless girl if they shared a Master. Even slaves had status within their own world. He was to be the lower of the two girls owned by the Warrior known to the Sardar as Armand of Tellus. Great. Just great. The crowd dispersed, leaving the three actors in the drama alone. Lila retrieved the leash from between Armand's breasts and tugged him to his feet. A gesture brought Lilianne to his side, head down. She was obviously still stunned mentally by the recent events and her fall from grace, but somehow her collar and her nakedness were conspiring to mould her in the slave modality. A Free Companion five minutes ago, she was now the slave of Lila-in-Armand and attentive to her Master's every command. Lila looked down at the leash in her hand, and smiled. "Lilianne, heel." Lilianne moved round to stand behind Lila. "Bring the nameless girl." She handed Armand's leash chain to her. Lila threw a few coins onto the bench and turned towards the door. Lilianne obediently followed at Lila's left shoulder, matching her every move. Staying on the left, of course, kept Lila's sword arm clear in case she was attacked. The slave taught to heel was instructed very thoroughly on this point; of course, there were left-handed masters whose slaves were taught to heel on his right-hand side. A wise slave, new-bought or newly-captured would quickly learn which side to follow their new master. Armand's collar was rudely jerked as Lilianne snatched at the chain leash in her hand. Lila had given him no direct instructions, but he was now in the charge of Lila's senior slave, subject to her commands and discipline. He swallowed, and followed his master and her subordinate, chains jingling. The two girls were naked, other than collars and sirik, but Armand-in-Lila's status was clear to all that observed them. He was chained, and the other slave was not. He was being led by that slave. He was the last in the coffle. Lila must be lapping this up, he thought, as he attempted to keep up with the other two figures. Armand had similar problems getting down the steps outside the hall as during their ascent, but Lilianne complicated the situation by jerking at the leash chain every time Armand-in-Lila slowed down to shuffle over a step's lip, ankle chain taut. Twice he fell forward onto Lilianne, who would thrust him back upright again. Lila caught this of course, and couldn't help smiling at the antics of her possessions. The trip back to Lila's quarters back from Tisoch's hall was a little shorter than the original journey, but there were more male eyes to feast on Lila's two slaves. The only good thing, as far as Armand was concerned, was that Lilianne's figure attracted more male attentions than the low-status girl in chains behind her. In Lila's room, the two girls stopped as Lila-in-Armand closed the door behind them. She stood and stared at her two acquisitions, who dropped their heads at her frank gaze. "Lilianne." Her head came up. "Clean this slave up. Use the tub in the corner." She turned obediently, but didn't miss the chance to give Armand's leash another spiteful jerk. Armand almost tripped as he was dragged over to the ablutions area, hidden by a curtain from the rest of Lila's chamber. Lilianne pulled the lead downward, hissing, "Nadu, she-sleen." Armand fell to his knees on the matting before Lilianne. "That was clumsily done, girl. You should learn better." "And do you know better, Lilianne?" Her head snapped around at Lila's interruption. She met Lila's eyes for a second, then sinuously went to her knees, swaying gracefully. Armand-in-Lila stared at her, astonished at her movements. She had performed the action with the grace of an accomplished Pleasure slave. "Bravo," said Lila. Lilianne looked puzzled at the English word. "Well done," Lila continued. She looked pensive for a second, then asked the question that was uppermost in Armand's thoughts. "I wonder where you learned to do that? Even a natural secret slave would not be so able without practice." Lilianne flushed at Lila's words. The phrase "secret slave" was a circumlocution for a Free Woman who desired the collar's pitiless embrace and dreamed of being a true slave. It was not something any Free Woman would ever admit to, but many Gorean males held it as fact that all Free Women were secret slaves. "Well?" Lila's voice held a harsh note. Lilianne hesitated. "I, I..." "The first word from your mouth will be Master. The last word from your mouth will be Master. Understand?" Lila's voice was colder now, her anger evident. A wise slave paid heed to her Master's moods. Lilianne hesitated for another heartbeat. "Master, I understand, Master." "In slave talk." "Master, this girl understands, Master." "Better. I may not have to whip you tonight after all." Lilianne drew in a sharp breath at Lila's casual statement, but it drove home her current situation. It was limited, of course; two days from now she would be again a Free Woman, but until then, she could be whipped as casually as the nameless slave beside her could be whipped. Of course, the nameless one had no time limit on her captivity. She was slave, and would be slave forever. The nameless one was starting to get concerned. He was resigned, for the moment, to being trapped in this body, unable to escape from his unjust fate, but Lila seemed to be adapting to her new role as a Gorean Master a lot faster than he had hoped. Armand was waiting for Lila to make a slip-up; let him free so he could get to Misk and explain what had happened, perhaps, or get hold of the control egg. All his plans really required Lila to be careless with his bondage, and Gorean Masters rarely were careless. Lila was playing the role of Master all too well for Armand's liking, and in such a short time. His heart sank as Lila continued interrogating the slave named Lilianne. "So, girl, where did you gain such experience? Not just from watching other slave girls, I'm sure." She hesitated again, then spoke. "Master, it was a, a game Glathius and I -- this girl used to play, when we were alone. This girl would submit to him, in the way of a slave, and he would demand of this girl what he would demand of a slave." Lila's hard glance reminded her of her omission. "Master." She looked down again, blushing. Lila reached down and touched her collar. "So this is not the first time you have worn a collar?" She shook her head, eyes firmly fixed on her open knees. "And did you hold the key?" "Master. Sometimes, at first, I held the key. Later, Glathius held the key, Master." "And did you not fear for your freedom, girl?" She looked up, tears welling in her eyes. "Master, I-this girl did. Sometimes, after we made love, he would hold the key before this girl's eyes and swear that the collar made her ten times as desirable as a Free Companion. My heart ran cold when he said that." She looked down again. "Master." Lila looked at the slaves kneeling, chained and unchained at her feet. "And to play this game, the game of Master and slave, you learned how to kneel so gracefully on command?" "Master, yes. It is not difficult to learn, Master." "Even chained?" Lilianne's blush increased. "Master, yes. Even chained in sirik, like the nameless girl, Master." Lila brushed her bristly chin, deep in thought, looking at Armand-in-Lila. "Good. Tomorrow you can teach the nameless girl how to kneel more gracefully, in sirik and out of it. If you do it well, I may not whip you before we return to Tisoch's tavern tomorrow." Lilianne let out a sigh of relief. "Master, thank you, Master." "Thank me later, when you have succeeded, girl. Now clean up the nameless one and then yourself." Lilianne stood up, as gracefully as she had knelt, and picked up Armand's leash again. Armand's forced ascent was as graceless as before, with the handicap of the chains. "Master?" said Lilianne, as they turned towards the washing alcove. "Yes?" "Master, I notice the nameless girl does not speak. Is she mute, or is she silent at your command, Master?" "She is under the control of a Nest gag," explained Lila. "A- Master, a Nest gag, Master?" "It is a Priest King invention. It silences a girl on command, among other things. The nameless girl is silent because I wish it." Lilianne's free hand went to her mouth. "Perhaps you would like to try it out for yourself?" "Master, no, Master." "Well, remember that curiosity is not becoming in a Kajira. Talkativeness even less. You could be whipped for it, remember." Lilianne said nothing, but gave Armand a somewhat sympathetic look. Lila gave a short laugh. "Don't worry about her, girl. I have it on the best authority the gag doesn't hurt." Lila looked at Armand's face. "Unless the girl deserves to be punished, that is. Why, it can be a positive delight to its wearer." Armand-in-Lila remembered the silver button and its horribly delicious effect on his traitor body, and shuddered. "Get busy, girl. You have work to do." The two girl-figures went behind the hanging drape into the tiled area beyond, with a drain in the floor and a tub and several buckets standing against the wall. Lilianne got one of the bigger ones, covered with a cloth, and placed it centrally on the floor behind Armand. "Sit down and relieve yourself, girl," she ordered. Armand complied with the first part, not without some unsteadiness while still chained, but the second part was more difficult. He knew he needed to go; the watered wine he had lapped up in Tisoch's tavern was making its presence felt, but he still had no knowledge of how this body's strange plumbing operated. His "accident" in the cage had been beyond his conscious control; he tried to remember what had happened, but only the memory of the burning pleasure occasioned by Lila's use of the control egg remained. Lilianne looking on didn't help. He tried relaxing, forcing tense abdominal muscles to loosen up, and... A tinkling sound came from beneath him as fluid struck the empty bucket's bottom. The feeling was common and novel at the same time, he mused, as the familiar pressure decreased. A few last squirts, and the job was done. He absent-mindedly tried to reach down and shake the last few drops loose, but the sirik pulled taut before he realised what he was doing. *Oh yes. I nearly forgot. I'm a girl, now.* He almost smiled at the thought. Lilianne helped him to his feet, muttering about clumsy bosk-girls. She was worried about Lila's threats of a whipping tomorrow if Armand's gracefulness was not judged sufficiently improved by her training. Armand-in-Lila considered spoiling it for her, but decided against it. Apart from trying to kill him, she had done nothing wrong. Well, apart from jerking him off his feet several times on the way back to Lila's chambers. His train of thought was abruptly broken when Lilianne pushed a handful of rags between his legs and wiped him vigorously where he had never been wiped before. The sensations drove him up on his toes, and he would have let out a yelp if the Nest gag had permitted it. Lilianne laughed. "Touchy, are we?" She threw the rags into another bucket. "Getting excited by your Master, eh?" Armand shook his head vigorously. That was not on the agenda; no way! He heard a cough, and turned his head to see Lila-in-Armand leaning against the wall beside the curtain, hand over his mouth, eyes laughing. Armand-in-Lila's fists clenched, and he took an angry step towards Lila-in-Armand figure before the ankle chains snapped to their limit and he half-stumbled, suddenly made aware, again, of his situation and current status. *Temporary status* he swore to himself as Lilianne led him back towards the tub in the corner. The tub resembled a cut-down wooden cask, with iron straps holding the strakes together. The jacuzzi was yet to be invented on Gor; there were some cities with natural hot springs, to be sure, but the Sardar was built on solid granite, and thus lacked the requisite vulcanism needed to supply such a luxury. The tub was quite low, with the edge only a foot or so above the floor, but getting in while his ankles were still chained was a struggle, even with Lilianne's help. The water was cold; Masters rated warm water but cold was good enough for a slave. Lilianne got more rags from the box and rubbed hard soap into them before starting to bathe Armand. She started with Armand-in-Lila's thick tangle of hair. The first rinse stung his eyes, and he was still blinking furiously when Lilianne's hands started scrubbing down past his shoulders and over his breasts. The effect of the cold water on his nipples was startling; the teats puckered and elongated as the aurolae tingled. Lilianne's hands seemed to linger in these two sensitive and reactive areas, rubbing the coarse wet cloth in circles over his breasts, causing them to move in a most disturbing fashion. He glanced up to see that smile on Lilianne's lips, the one that foretold misery for a certain female captive, once an agent for the Kurii, one who had been a proximate cause of her Companion's death. When Lilianne's handful of coarse rags slipped between Armand-in-Lila's legs under the water, he was more ready for the experience than the previous time. The effects of the cold water served to numb the area of soft feminine tissue concerned, but he concentrated on the sensations he could pick up. For some reason, squeamishness perhaps, Lila had always prevented him from directly touching himself "down there"; his current sirik limits restricted his hands to a point just above his navel. So, that's what a vulva feels like. He knew there should be a cock and balls in that location, but there weren't. He had a sudden flash of male-pattern castration anxiety before reconciling himself to the truth of his situation. As Armand-in-Lila he only had access to the body of Lila, and she came pre-castrated, so to speak. His own equipment was over there, attached to Lila-in-Armand, where it rightly belonged. What she would use it for, and when, and on who (not me please not me never me) was up to her to decide. Things to note; the labia seemed to be slung further under the pelvis than the attachment point of penis and testicles. He remembered that there was some sort of ridge of flesh there in a male, behind the testicle sack, but no wide soft flower of sensitivity as he now had sole (and unwanted) ownership of. He was reminded of another congruent piece of sensitive flesh when Lilianne's thumb dug cruelly into the front of his vulva, painfully stimulating what could only be his clitoris. He would have yelped, but the Nest gag was still operational. He thrashed in the water, trying ineffectually to push Lilianne's arm away as she smiled that vicious smile again. Lila took a step forward, and Lilianne's smile vanished, at the same time the thumb stopped pressing. She continued rubbing the washcloth down Armand's long tapering legs, head down, outwardly a properly submissive slave girl. Lila returned to lean against the wall, and Armand shot her a dark look. Lila shrugged Armand's shoulders, in a "what can I do?" gesture. Masters rarely got involved in petty disputes between slave girls; it was beneath them to interfere, and it was bad for the First Girl's disciplinary powers if she was constantly being monitored. Goreans didn't go in for micro-management on the whole. In a group of slaves, it was normal to appoint a girl to deal low justice to the rest. She was always an experienced slave, who knew proper slave etiquette and how to maintain a pecking order. Often that order was set by the Master, allocating each slave a rank of First Girl, Second Girl etc. This rank would be expressed in several different ways; a First Girl would be permitted a switch to beat the others if they disobeyed her, and this would act as her badge of office. Higher ranking girls might ordinarily be permitted clothing, although only that suitable for slaves i.e. short, revealing and easily removable and not hindering access by any males hands or eyes or other body parts. Another way of assigning rank was in the naming of girls; Lilianne had a name given to her by her Master pro-tem. At the same time she was truly Serressa, Free Companion of the late Glathius, but for her period of slavery she was Lilianne. Armand-in-Lila had no name, and hence was the lower of the two girls. He was chained, she was not. He was gagged, she was not. He was leashed, and she held the leash. Lilianne was clearly First Girl. What some First Girls forgot in that early rush of power when appointed was that the highest ranking First Girl, even a veritable Ubara of Kajirae, was lower than the lowest free person. It was often necessary for a Master to punish a new First Girl for exceeding her authority by marking another girl or damaging her in any way, or for being insolent enough to speak to a free person when not expressly given permission to do so, or other failings of a slave. The punishments handed out were often harsh, harsher than perhaps the offence in question warranted, but an example had to be made. Often the offending First Girl would be, after recovering from the punishment, more diligent and more eager to be good at her job. If not, she faced the awful prospect of being demoted, perhaps to suffer under a new First Girl she had bullied and victimised when she had thought herself unassailable in that position. The slave known as Lilianne helped her unnamed sister slave to stand and step out of the bath. At Lila's command, she dried Armand-in-Lila's body with a rough towel and then set to work on the tangled mass of her hair. When it was mostly dry Lila-in-Armand handed Lilianne a brush. "Fix her hair. It's a disgrace." Lilianne nodded. A Master's reputation was dependent on the turnout of his slaves; untidy or scruffy girls showed he was uncaring of their appearance or too lazy to discipline them properly. Girls whose appearance indicated an uncaring Master were often stolen by those who felt the girls deserved a better Master. Lilianne pulled at the knots in Armand's long hair, unnecessarily harshly in his opinion. He could only grimace as she tugged and jerked but again Lila did not interfere. Eventually though the tangles succumbed to the brush and Armand's hair started to drape over his naked shoulders in a smooth brunette waterfall. The brushstrokes felt almost sensuous as they stimulated Armand-in-Lila's clean scalp and he began to relax for the first time that day. Lilianne stopped brushing finally. "Master?" Lila nodded, giving her permission to speak. "Master, should this girl tie the nameless girl's hair back Master?" Lilianne bunched Armand-in-Lila's hair in one hand to demonstrate how it would look. "A ponytail? Hmmm, I was never one for that look but seeing it from here... Hang on a second." She turned to rummage in a box at the side of the bed. Lilianne took this opportunity to twist Armand's hair viciously. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he struggled to relieve the pain. The rattling of chains brought Lila's attention back to the two girls, but Lilianne had already released her tight grip on Armand's hair and was once again the model of innocence. Lila sighed, then held out a length of leather cord to Lilianne. "Here, use this." "Master?" she asked, wide-eyed, hesitating to take the cord. "Oh, that's right." Lila-in-Armand moved forward and started to wind the cord around Armand-in-Lila's hair. Slaves were not usually permitted to tie bonds on other slaves; indeed some Masters forbade their slaves from learning to tie or untie knots of any kind. Even tying back Armand's hair was a bond of sorts, although First Girls might be accorded the right to bind lower-status girls, for disciplinary reasons or otherwise. The habit and customs of slave etiquette varied from region to region on Gor; it seemed that Lilianne's home was one of the stricter cities when it came to the idea of slaves binding each other. Lila's tugging was less painful than Lilianne's ministrations as his long hair was pulled back into the leather tie. Even so he was well aware of the fact the leather cord was not principally intended for use on hair but on a girl's wrists or ankles. It was easily long enough to secure his wrists, either together or around a post, for whipping or display. Having it hold back his hair did not mean that it couldn't be removed and put to its proper use in an instant, if a Master decided it was appropriate. The girl wearing it in her hair knew that, of course. Even if she were otherwise free (except for the all-encompassing collar, of course) it would be at the back of her mind that she was bound, that her Master had bound her. Slavery on Gor was often a subtle thing, unlike the chains that he wore, like the brand he did not wear (but what did the future hold?) He looked down at his linked wrists, his open soft defenceless hands, the chain that fell to the linked rings around his slim ankles. Lila had not been very subtle recently, he thought to himself despairingly. He needed to find a way out of his predicament. He needed Lila to make a mistake. If she tried being subtle... "Nadu," said Lila, almost casually. Armand reacted to the word instinctively then hesitated, but Lilianne was already lowering herself to her knees in front of her Master. Armand followed her example, trying not to overbalance in the close chains that restricted his movement. He was still clumsy though, and Lilianne's grace exacerbated the difference between them. She flashed a quick smile of triumph at Armand before bowing her head submissively to Lila. "You." Lila pointed at Armand. "Stay." Armand lowered his head. If he could deceive Lila into thinking he was becoming what she had feared to become and miraculously avoided with the brain "swap", a real slave, Kajira in truth... He had to keep his own male spirit under cover, let this female body appear to accept its fate but be ready to take the least opportunity to escape and reclaim what was properly his, the male body standing free and powerful in front of two slaves. "You." The finger pointed at Lilianne. "Stand." She stood up, as gracefully as she had knelt. The supple movements of her body and limbs were deliberately erotic and Armand-in-Lila's mind reacted to her essence a little. Lila's body though lacked the physical attributes he was used to when seeing such a vision but something tingled deep in his belly instead. He swallowed hard. This wasn't helping. He looked away, clenching his close-chained fists. Concentrate... Armand listened as Lilianne performed her ablutions behind the cloth drape. Lila leaned on the wall beside the curtain, observing her closely while occasionally glancing back to where Armand knelt, properly Kajira-style as he had been ordered. When Lilianne followed Lila back out from the bathing area her face was red and her lips thin. Their eyes met and Armand saw little forgiveness in them. He still had a deadly enemy in the slave named Lilianne, First Girl to the Master known to all but him as Armand of Tellus. In two days time she would be free again and he would likely still be a slave. Would she try again, perhaps something more subtle? Hire someone to kidnap a slave girl for her, or simply kill him? Death was easily purchased on Gor; in the Sardar it might be more difficult but there were enough Warriors who were trusted agents of the Priest Kings who wouldn't turn down a pouch of gold for a quick bit of work with a knife, especially if the Companion of Glathius asked them to do it. Did Lila understand this? Did she... did she care? He swallowed, a thin trickle of ice-cold fear running up his spine. He stared down at his knees, a proper Kajira-distance apart, the sirik chain running under his mons to the linked ankle rings under his buttocks. Damn her! He shouldn't be here, like this! "Lilianne. The furs." Lila pointed to the thick larl-furs piled at the bottom of the large bed that stood against the wall. Lilianne hesitated for a second, then went and knelt on the furs, as commanded by her Master. "You." Armand looked up. "The kennel." Lila pointed over to the other side of the room where a slave cage was bolted to the floor. Armand shuffled obediently over to where she pointed, and at her command, knelt beside the cage's door. A slave kennel was a low cage meant for holding slaves in a Master's quarters. Of course a slave could be chained to rings on the wall or bound or restrained in many ways but at night it was common for them to be held in a cage where they could move, if not freely, at least a little, to prevent them stiffening up. A girl who slept badly and was sore in the morning couldn't easily do her work preparing her Master's breakfast, cleaning his clothes and her other duties. Best that she got a good night's sleep, but in a secure manner. The cage was big enough for two girls to lie side-by-side although they could not even sit up because of the low ceiling of bars. Three girls could be accommodated but it would be a tight squeeze. Lila lifted the kennel's door up and latched it in place, then produced the sirik's key from her belt pouch. She unlinked Armand's bracelets from the sirik's descending chain and grasped the chain between the slave bracelets firmly. At her instruction Armand wriggled into the cage feet first and face down, his skin rasping on the thin matting that was the only insulation between him and the cold stone flags of the floor. Again his femininity-enhanced nipples made themselves known as the soft masses of his breasts rubbed them into the coarse fabric. He rolled a little left and right to free them up as Lila closed the kennel gate in his face. A few more turns of the small key and Armand's hands were close-braceleted together again through the bars of the cage door, soft palms facing outward. He could draw up his legs a bit within the cage, but only so far. "This is for your own good, you know," Lila whispered in English as she paused for a moment to peer into Armand's face. "If I left you within that hellcat's reach, you'd be dead be morning, and I can't have that now, can I?" Armand could see nothing wrong in that statement. Lilianne was kneeling on the furs as commanded, but he caught a venomous glance as their eyes met. She was Gorean, and forgiveness was not a big feature of their way of life. Vengeance, on the other hand, was. He, or rather Lila's body, still wasn't safe from her rage. As Lila stood up, Armand wriggled again, trying to find a more comfortable position for the sirik chain running under his body until Lila said, "Be still, girl." She went over to Lilianne and connected a collar chain to the ring mounted on the end of the bed. As a rule, slaves did not sleep on their master's bed. A lucky girl got the furs instead. An unlucky girl got rush matting. It looked like Lila-in-Armand had decided who was going to get lucky tonight. She snapped the chain to Lilianne's collar as the girl knelt obediently before her, seemingly the perfect slave. Her fingertips reached up and caressed the polished metal around her throat and Armand was suddenly conscious of the identical steel ring that encircled his own slim throat. Odd, he had been so aware of it before and now it was so normal a part of his existence that he had almost forgotten it was there. He shook his head and his ponytail flopped over his eyes, another sudden reminder of the change in his circumstances. When he managed to shake it clear and observe Lilianne again, her smile was back. He could read her thoughts quite clearly. Little Slave, she seemed to say, this collar will be gone in two days time, and I will be a Free Woman again, and you... you will still be wearing your badge of service, forever until you die. Lilianne's grin grew wider as Armand turned his face away. He drifted off into a restless sleep, only barely aware of Lila dousing the flameless lamps the Priest Kings had installed in their human servant's quarters. He dreamt, strange disjointed dreams of once again possessing his own body, wearing again the scarlet tunic of a Warrior but somehow his companions treated him like a female slave, chaining him and commanding him and suddenly he was truly a female slave and the Warrior's tunic was a Saturnalia costume, a jest. He woke with a start as his laughing companions were locking him into a branding-frame, white-hot metal descending towards his soft white Kajira thigh. He might have called out in distress if the Nest gag had not forbidden it. Faint noises caught his attention and he turned awkwardly to look towards the bed. One of Gor's small fast-moving moons provided some light through a high window. He shook his head to move the damned ponytail from his face again. The noises increased in volume and for a while he refused to believe what they were telling him, refused the evidence of his eyes as they adjusted to the meagre light and revealed... Lila, her male body (his body!) thrusting into Lilianne's spread-eagled form on the furs at the end of the bed, the moans and grunts coming faster and faster and then Lila-in-Armand arched upwards, frozen, her only utterance a long triumphant, "Yessssss!" Armand-in-Lila watched helplessly, silently, as Lila rolled off the prostrate Lilianne. His hands jerked fruitlessly in anger at what had just happened, the bracelet chain chinking against the kennel's gate bars. The noise brought Lila's gaze around to meet Armand's furious eyes. She glanced down at the moaning form of Lilianne twitching helplessly on the furs, mouth agape, then back to Armand, raised her hands in a "what could I do?" gesture and grinned. It was a long time before Armand could sleep again. He feared the dreams that might come.