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Agents of Gor: Interlude
A Girl Considers her Situation in the Morning Light
by Albedo
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 prise
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.
Lila foils the attempted killing and takes Serressa as a slave
temporarily as punishment. On their return to Armand's quarters,
the two slaves are washed and then secured for the night.
Armand-in-Lila has to listen as Lila exercies her Master's rights
over the girl named Lilianne, the temporary slave in the furs.
Frustrated and losing hope, he feels strange thoughts welling up
from somewhere deep inside him. Is his traitor body affecting his
mind?
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Armand was surprised as he opened his bleary eyes to see two
slim girlish arms stretched out before him through heavy metal
bars, their wrists closely secured by gleaming steel cuffs.
*Slave bracelets.* he thought muzzily, *That means I'm on Gor.
Girls wear these things on Gor. Slave girls.* He wiggled his
fingers and smiled as the girl's fingers moved too. Then reality
crashed in on him, detested memories of what had happened to him,
to his true self less than two days before. And last night! On
the furs, Lila-in-Armand and the slave girl... How could she? The
three-link chain connecting his bracelets *chinked* softly as his
rage overpowered his control for a moment and he jerked yet
again, uselessly, at his bonds. He might have screamed but he was
mute courtesy of the Nest gag buried in Lila's throat by alien
science, denied even that impotent relief.
Slowly he relaxed, breathing deeply as he came fully conscious,
pushing his anger into the storeroom of his mind; he might have
need of that fury some time soon, but right now it was a
hindrance. A glance to the side revealed the curvaceous form of
Lilianne, the slave who had been, and would be again, the Free
Lady Serressa lying on the furs at the bottom of the bed. In the
dim morning light he could see a slim (but sufficiently strong)
chain curving up from the region of her throat to a steel ring
fixed firmly into the end of the bed. The other end would be
locked around her collar, he knew. She wasn't going anywhere, but
Lila-in-Armand had secured her that way because, well, Serressa
was a slave. Unfortunately for Armand, it looked more and more
like Lila-in-Armand was fitting into the role of a Gorean Master
only too well. That woried him, given his current predicament as
the other half of the Master- Kajira relationship. *Current and
temporary*, he reminded himself. He let his hands uncurl from
tight fists and took another deep breath.
The lump on the bed was difficult to make out from his position
lying in the slave kennel across the room but it didn't seem to
be going anywhere soon. As he squinted to make out details a soft
snoring came to his ears. *I snore?* Well it was only natural his
body should be tired afer last night's exercise, he thought to
himself. He felt his anger stir again but he was in control now
and it stayed safely locked up.
His eyes tracked back to Lady Serressa, currently the slave
Lilianne. Tomorrow she would be again a Free Woman after she
served in Tisoch's tavern. Now she was just like he was, at least
in appearance and in the eyes of all who would look on them.
Well, there were differences, even in the sisterhood of Kajirae.
Some slaves were humble kettle-and-pot girls, tending the
Master's home and cooking his meals for him. A few were Pleasure
slaves, vital girls trained to bring ecstasy to their owners and
those they were given to. Primarily though, the world of the
female slave on Gor was split into two camps, White Silk and Red
Silk. This body Armand wore was White Silk still, but Lilianne
was Red Silk. She had been the free Companion of the Warrior and
Captain Glathius so last night was not likely to have been the
occasion of her change of status from White to Red. Like many
women she had been Red when she was enslaved in Tisoch's tavern
after Lila's judgement. Armand worried briefly about the
possibility of being stuck in this body when its own change of
status came upon it but for some reason Lila seemed curiously
careful in preserving her own body's White status in that
respect. Maybe she still harboured proprietarial thoughts about
her own body, but after last night, would she still think so? It
could have so easily have been him lying under his traitor body
last night legs apart, gasping, shuddering... he wrenched his
thoughts away from that line of speculation.
He realised he had been watching the sleeping slave Lilianne;
it had been a habit of his on Earth to wake early and he had
often delighted in studying the sleeping form of his companion,
if he had one that night. There was something sensual about the
sight of a woman lying asleep, especially after he had sex with
her. The knowledge of physicality between them added a touch of
pleasure to what was, to male eyes, already a subject worthy of
close observation. Lila's breathing was slow and even, her full
lips slightly parted. One swelling breast was visible through a
fold in the fur partly covering her body and it moved gently,
almost imperceptibly with each breath. She was beautiful... He
wondered for a moment if some psychic link between his true body
and his displaced mind was causing him to regard Lila in that
post-coital reverie he had enjoyed so many times before, but
shook it off. Lila-in-Armand had had all the fun last night, not
he. He wondered briefly what dreams Lila had had afterwards, then
shook himself.
Breasts. Now he was reminded of them, he realised he had a
problem with the ones he was currently encumbered with. He rolled
left and right as far as he could within the limit of his bonds,
freeing his breasts from their painfully compressed position
under his upper body. Ouch. His nipples had dragged across the
rough matting in a novel and unpleasantly stimulating way as he
moved. He rolled his hips experimentally in a similar fashion,
but the negative case applied there as no protruberant flesh or
tender spheres got in the way to get painfully trapped, much as
he wished they would.
Damn Lila! He took another slow deep breath as his anger flared
again, fuelled by his continuing helplessness. What could he do
to reverse the effect of the Priest-King's alien technology?
There had to be something, something... he was an engineer, for
God's sake, and this mind-link was technology, not magic. Like
nothing he had ever encountered before, of course, but his great
strength as an engineer had been in solving problems, coming up
with solutions when nobody else could. The tougher the challenge,
the better he liked it. If this one wasn't so personal... but
there was something niggling at the corner of his mind, a
familiar feeling. He was missing something, something so obvious
he'd kick himself when he realised it, a perfect solution. What
was it? He rolled to one side, taking in the view of the sleeping
Lilianne again as he cudgelled his memory for whatever clues it
could give up to the mystery. Part of him though was pondering
how he himself looked from Lilianne's position, through the bars
of the slave kennel, stretched out, arms restrained above his
head, ankles chained to the far end of the low cage, helpless. He
shivered, distracted. On Gor too he had watched his bed-companion
sleeping after he woke in the early morning as he had
occasionally done back on Earth. On Gor though, his bedmate wore
a steel collar around her neck, a brand was burnt into her thigh,
she was Kajira, slave. That had made the sight of their bodies
somehow more piquant, to know that they were property, not
individuals in their own right but his to do with as he pleased.
And today, in this morning light he was the property of
Lila-in-Armand, just like Lilianne was. Did Lila-in-Armand get
the same thrill of possession he had when she looked at him,
Armand-in-Lila, lying before her? As he considered that thought
he rested his head on his arm and slowly slipped back into
slumber, his breathing unconsciously matching the measured pace
of the other slave girl sleeping across the room from him.
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