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Agents of Gor: Part 4 A Girl is Trained and Has a Glimpse of her Possible Future by Albedo This is a fan-fiction set in the world of the Gor novels. 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 request. 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 bathed and then secured for the night. Armand-in-Lila has to listen as Lila exercises 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 this traitor body affecting his mind? -------------------------------------------------------- Armand's second awakening that morning was not as gentle as the first. A sandalled foot nudged him in the ribs, jolting his eyes open. Lila-in-Armand was standing over the low cage he was lying in; the sight caused him to blink as his sleep-dazed mind caught up with what had happened to him yet again. I'm down here and Armand's up there and that's really Lila and she's me so I'm... her. His heart sank at the realisation of his situation yet again. Kajira. He felt his ankles being unlocked by rough hands, and stretched as best he could. Sleeping chained on a cold stone floor had left him stiff and sore. "Come on, lazy girl! Rise and shine!" roared Lila. Her foot nudged Armand again. "Up to the door and nadu, and be quick!" Armand wriggled into position as Lila opened the cage's door upwards, pulling his chained arms with it. Lila freed his wrists temporarily then cuffed them again behind his back as he knelt bent over at the cage's entrance. "Come on, up, up." Armand stood up, or tried to but his cramped muscles failed him and he half-collapsed against the big male figure holding his thin arm. Lila shook him irritably. "You've had a good long sleep, clumsy girl. What's the matter with you?" Armand couldn't answer, of course; the Nest gag in his throat was still switched to silent mode. He shook his head, feeling his long ponytail brush across his naked shoulders. He was never what you would call a "morning person" even with his habit of waking early and then nodding off again. *Coffee* he thought to himself, *I need coffee*. Lila unlocked the hanging sirik chain from his collar and threw it onto the bed. Armand was glad to see it go; lying on it all night had left lumpy red marks on his breasts and belly, as well as in other places best left unspecified to his male psyche. Lila pointed to the toilet alcove and pushed him in its direction. "Go use the bucket and then come back here and don't dawdle." Armand stumbled off almost automatically at Lila's rough command and then stopped in irritated rebellion. Punishment was swift and terrible, a ringing open-handed slap across his full-fleshed buttocks that propelled him forcefully towards the alcove. "When I say move, girl, I mean right now." Lila's voice was dark and full of promise. Armand wisely kept moving while trying to rub the tender spot with his back-braceleted hands, but to little effect. *I didn't realise my hands were so hard, or her butt was so soft*. Ignoring the stinging sensation, he realised that his bladder was informing him he needed to use the toilet bucket right now or there was going to be another embarrassing accident. He moved a little quicker and ducked behind the alcove curtain. It was easier this time than his last few attempts; he had a idea which alien muscles needed to be relaxed, which ones tensed as he squatted over the bucket and listened to the splashing of fluids below him. Old habits die hard though and he had to stop himself from trying to shake the last remaining drops free. As he stood awkwardly and turned, trying again to rub the stinging area on his butt and failing the slave Lilianne ducked through the alcove's curtain, some rags in her hand. "Stand still, Second Girl," she commanded. Armand-in-Lila stopped as she approached and then wiped him between his legs as roughly as the night before, but this time there was no attempt to hurt or humiliate him. Armand couldn't help but notice the dried streaks of... something on Lilianne's inner thighs as she walked past him towards the toilet bucket. She turned to look at him. "Didn't your Master command you not to dawdle, Second Girl?" Armand nodded and went back into the main room where Lila was eating from a platter of beef and bread. A steaming cup sat beside the plate and Armand-in-lila sniffed. *Coffee*. Gods, he would kill for a cup of coffee right now. He stood and watched as she took a long swig from the cup, licking his swollen lips involuntarily. "Ah, great stuff." Lila looked over at Armand. "I didn't have a taste for coffee until quite recently, you know. Must have picked it up from somewhere." She put down the cup and said quietly, as if in an afterthought, "Nadu." Armand's knees buckled at the word and he fell clumsily into a kneeling position on the matting. *Damn*. "You're going to have to work on that, you know." She took another sip from the cup. "And I've got just the person who can teach you to do better." He beckoned to Lilianne who had just finished her ablutions and reappeared from behind the curtain. She hurried over to stand before Lila. "Nadu." Lilianne knelt gracefully beside Armand, hands open at her side, palms up emphasising her vulnerability. Armand swallowed and attempted to copy Lilianne's position and bearing but he was aware he was unskilled in the arts of the kajira. A small part of his mind wondered how the Free Woman Lilianne had been until so recently had acquired such skills. It seemed the description of her relationship with her Companion she had related the night before might have been edited a little, for her own comfort of mind if nothing else. Was it really true after all that a woman, any woman on Gor was really a heart-slave if put in the hands of a Gorean Master? If so what did it mean for him, a man trapped in the body of a woman, trapped on the planet of Gor in the hands of someone who, if not really a Gorean Master, was playing the part only too well for Armand's peace of mind? Lila finished her coffee and then gestured. "Stand, both of you." Lilianne's movements were graceful, again pointing up Armand-in-Lila's shortcomings. He couldn't even blame the way his arms were cuffed behind his back as he forced himself upright. Lila shook her head as she watched him struggle to his feet. "Clumsy bosk-girl." Lilianne smirked at the rebuke as Lila stood up. "Ah well, a Master's work is never done. Busy busy busy." For the next few hours, Armand was intensively drilled in slave behaviour by Lila and the temporary slave Lilianne. Occasionally he would stand and watch as Lilianne was chained and tied by her Master and then commanded to move, to position herself as a Kajira would. Mostly though it was Armand being put through his paces, always restrained in some way or another. The First Girl was given a slim switch and she used it unsparingly to correct Armand's errors; it stung on his soft flesh but did no permanent harm. Damaging a slave with a real whip or a brand or a knife was not something even a First Girl was permitted to do. A Master's prerogatives were absolute, though. A girl who failed to please her Master could be fed to sleen, although slitting her throat was considered a less messy way of disposing of such a troublesome girl. In reality most Masters would simply sell a problem girl on to another if he tired of trying to correct her mistakes himself. Farmers were always looking for cheap girls to use as field slaves and such, where the finer Kajira skills were not necessary and the work simple if hard and unremitting. Most kajirae knew this; it gave them an incentive to improve themselves and please their Masters. Too there were training establishments, usually run by members of the the Slaver's Guild, which for a few coins and a day or two under the whip could turn the most inept and recalcitrant girl into an obedient and diligent slave. They were practiced experts in the art of making gold from clay. Even the Sardar had such a place, deep in the bowels of the stone keep here. The Priest-Kings employed men for their war against the Kurii and being Gorean men they expected to have kajirae and all the necessities of Gorean life that entailed. Since coming to the Sardar Armand-in-Lila had already visited Tisoch's paga tavern; he had no wish to experience some of the other facilities on offer. Lila and the slave Lilianne took turns to command Armand -- "After all, little slave, you might find yourself under the voice of a Free Woman." Lila explained with a knowing leer as he rolled onto his belly at Lilianne's command. "The voice that commands you won't always be a man's." Lilianne tapped him on the shoulder with the switch twice and he twisted up onto his knees, his hands tied together at his collar. Another couple of taps on his thighs and he spread his legs further open, trying not to dislodge the diaphanous white silk Armand had positioned between his legs earlier -- slave girls wore clothing only rarely but they were expected to be able to perform naked or otherwise. He had been getting striped less and less as the training went on; apparently his performance was pleasing his teachers, even if he was feeling breathless from the exertion. He panted, his mouth dry. He felt hot and sticky from the sweat and dust and a bit light-headed. Lila's finger touched his forehead and he stiffened, holding himself still, upright, shoulders back, breasts lifted slightly, eyes forward in the formal Tower Slave pose. Lila looked at Lilianne standing beside her and laughed. "You know, I didn't believe you when you told me last night, but you did it." Lila-in-Armand ruffled her First Girl's hair as she looked down shyly. Armand wondered what she was talking about but the Tower position was not one he could relax in. Lila gave Lilianne a pastry from the table. "Your reward, First Girl." The slave who had been, and would be again, the Free Woman Serressa ate the pastry hungrily. As a wealthy Free Woman she had an unlimited choice of rare foods, eaten at her whim. As the (temporary) slave of Armand of Tellus she ate only what he gave her, and a cheap pastry, ten for a tarsk-bit, was a rare treat for a diligent slave that had pleased her Master in some way. Armand watched hungrily from the corner of his eye as she licked the last crumbs from her fingers, then at a gesture from Lila she flicked the switch again, tapping Armand gently but firmly on the elbow. He climbed onto his feet, swaying his wide hips to maintain balance as he transferred his weight from his knees to the sides of his feet, left and right. The sensation of his bare breasts moving in counterpoint was no longer such a novelty, especially as he concentrated on keeping as upright as possible as he rose. Staggering or bending too much would bring the switch whistling in to leave a red welt on somewhere tender. "Hah!" said Lila, her hands on her hips as she turned to regard Armand standing before her. "And the little one doesn't even realise it." Lila took the switch from her First Girl and tapped her on the left shoulder twice. Lilianne descended into kneeling position without a word, graceful as ever. Lila turned and did the same to Armand who reflexively copied Lilianne's movements as he knelt. Shameful realisation burst upon him as he did so. "That's right, nameless one. We haven't told you what to do for the last ten minutes." Lila laughed again. "I really didn't believe her when we talked last night, after we... well, she told me that it was possible to train a girl to react to touch commands only, and without her realising it. She was less than forthcoming about how she knew this..." At his look Lilianne blushed "...but she wasn't lying." Armand-in-Lila's fists clenched at the revelation. "Now now, don't be angry. You've learned some useful lessons today. Thank your teacher." The switch tapped the back of his head and again his trained reflexes took over, making him bow deeply to the First Girl. The fury in his mind was rising to a peak as Lila snapped out, "Stand!" Both girls stood at the word. "Voice has its uses too, of course," Lila mused. He gave Lilianne another pastry, then gave one to Armand-in-Lila. "Good girl," she said, ruffling Armand's hair like a pet dog. He tried to ignore the touch as he fumbled the pastry into his mouth with his close-bound hands; he was famished and it was the first food he had had all day. It tasted *good* even as he resented the condescension Lila was exhibiting to him. He was a human being, a *man* and he had been trained like a performing animal, to respond unthinkingly on cue. But that was what kajirae were, he realised. Trained animals, at least on Gor. Beautiful, desirable, owned and properly trained. he hadn't really understood how it was for slaves, for female slaves here before he had become one himself. He had had a fuzzy sort of comprehension, of their uses as cooks and cleaners and bed-companions but he had never owned a slave as such, had never cared for one as a Master. He was finding out how the relationship worked now, but from the wrong side of the collar, from the inside. He jerked his bound hands inadvertantly, tugging at his collar, at the thought. He wanted out! Out of this collar, out of these bonds, out of this weak female flesh, this world of the kajira, this... He would have screamed if the Nest gag had permitted it, he would have struck out at Lila-in-Armand if his bonds had permitted it, he would have, would have... The blood pounding in his head made the room go dark and he felt his legs buckle, but as he fell a vision appeared before him, a faint image he remembered after he came back to consciousness, of seeing a girl, a White Silk slave, brunette, her hands tied to her collar, pastry crumbs on her full open lips, her eyes rolled up in their sockets, falling limply to the floor as his arms, his stong male arms reaching out to catch her as she fell. Male... arms... his arms... Armand was woken from his uneasy sleep by the touch of cool moisture at his lips. He sucked at it instinctively, the dryness in his mouth easing. When he opened his eyes, his own whiskery face was peering down at him. *Of course* he thought muzzily, *I'm still in here, not in there.* His tastebuds finally came back to life to tell him it what he was drinking so greedily from a cup was bosk milk. *But I don't like milk.* His current body didn't seem to think so though and he continued to drink. The cup was withdrawn from his lips and he blinked, finally awake. "Back in the land of the living, then?" Lila-in-Armand was supporting him half upright on the furs at the end of the bed. He levered himself away from her touch as she shrugged and put the cup down on the floor. Armand backed up some more until the chain attached to his collar pulled taut, detaining him in what was becoming a horrifyingly-familiar manner. He was chained on the furs! Lilianne's performance last night on these very furs came crashing back into his memory. Why had Lila put him here...? The expression on his face caused Lila to laugh. "Don't worry, little one." She stood up, towering over the chained figure at her feet staring up at her wide-eyed and fearful. "You fainted so I left you here to recover. I should have been more careful, exhausting you and not giving you any food or water." She shrugged. "I'm new to the Master game, you know. It's a learning experience for both of us, I suppose." She reached down for the cup. "Want some more milk?" Armand licked his swollen lips and nodded. "Well, come closer." He hesitated for a moment then scooted forward on his buttocks, the fine nap of the furs doing interesting things to his skin. He mentally compared the feeling to the thin matting over cold stone flags he had slept on the night before but decided that as pleasant as the furs were to sit on he'd take the matting in the kennel any day. The milk was good though. Lila fed him some bread soaked in meat gravy and then more milk. When he was finished Lila patted him familiarly on his head. "GOOD girl." His face reddened at the patronising tone in her voice. She tapped him twice on the left shoulder and he squirmed into nadu automatically. "Excellent. That still works." She smiled as Armand-in-Lila's figure tensed then relaxed. *Shit,* he thought as Lila moved away to put the cup on the table nearby. "*I'm really only a trained animal to her.* He stayed in nadu though, not letting his anger show, not in front of Lila. Control was something of his own he could hold on to, something under his own hand and precious to him. Everything else about him Lila owned and had physical mastery of, but his mind was *his*. If he ever surrendered that control he'd be well on the way to accepting his situation, his life, his endless future as kajira, hopeless. His thoughts skittered away from the possibilities if he couldn't reverse the mind exchange; the furs he knelt on now might be the furs he would some day... No. No. Not gonna happen. Never. Ever. "Now don't run away, little one. I'll be back a bit later," said Lila as she buckled her swordbelt around her waist. "You too, Lilianne. Be a good girl and I might give you a treat later." There was a chinking of chain, a sound now familiar to Lila-in-Armand from the slave kennel in the corner. Armand risked a glance and saw a pair of female hands braceleted together sticking out of the kennel's barred gate, palms outward. Lilianne, he presumed, was in the kennel and secured in identical fashion to how he had been chained in the keenel the night before. Lila-in-Armand left the room, closing and locking the heavy door behind her. Armand-in-Lila remained in nadu until he realised she was truly gone and not observing him from some vantage point in the corridor outside and then slumped down, still tired from his earlier exertions. He'd hear Lila at the door whe she came back and he was confident he could be back in nadu before the door opened. He was annoyed that he thought this was important, that he be in nadu when she reappeared but he needed her to be complacent, to believe he had been broken to her will completely. Only then would she make a mistake, he was sure. Only then would he get a chance to reverse the mindswap, to reclaim his true position and return Lila to hers. And then... his close-bound hands clenched into small fists as he fell into reverie, imagining what he would do to the *girl* who had put him through this degrading experience. Without realising it he slid into a gentle slumber, cossetted by the soft furs, and he dreamed. He was a man again, Armand-in-Armand as he had been and would be again. He stood in a hall with other men, all dressed in Warrior red, a sword in his hand. Words, indistinct, were spoken and he moved, the sword lifting and falling against shadowy figures. He stopped and listened, another's hand on his guiding him through movements he did not understand. He vaguely understood he was practising, exercising his skills as a Warrior and that was right, but there was... A blow from a blunted weapon stung his right arm and he blinked awake at the shock, a silent grimace of pain on his lips. The realities of the furs and the collar, bound wrists, breasts and silk told him the sword and the red tunic of the Warriors was a phantasm, not the true world he so muchly desired. He glanced around; the puddle of sunlight on the floor showed some time had passed since Lila-in-Armand had left. He remembered Lila-in-Armand belting on her sword before she left and realised that memory was the source of his dream. That most phallic of weapons, he thought wryly. He wondered how Sigmund Freud would have treated him if he had told his story to the founding father of psychotherapy. His diagnosis would undoubtedly be female hysteria and penis envy, the worst case he would ever have encountered. Amand would have laughed at the thought but the Nest gag was still in operation, apparently. Funny, he hadn't given it any thought all day. He had gotten used to being mute. Having Lilianne around necessitated Lila keep him from being able to speak; any sort of outburst on his part about mindswaps and stolen bodies could be passed off as madness and the ravings of a nameless slave girl but Lila wouldn't want even the seeds of doubt to be planted in anyone with influence in the Sardar. When the slave Lilianne was once again Serressa, Free Companion of Glathius she was someone who would be listened to. If Misk got to hear about a slave girl's apparent madness, the Priest King's alien intellect would possibly figure out that the mind exchange had truly happened and then... Armand's heart leapt at the thought. Misk could reverse the process, put them both back into their proper bodies. Of course he could! This situation couldn't be permanent, irreversible. Some day, sooner than later, Lila-in-Lila would be chained on the furs as he was, in a collar, hands bound as he was, kneeling in nadu as he... his heart sank as he realised he was once again in nadu, as Lila had left him. Something unconscious had again taken over his traitor flesh, had moved him as a slave girl moved, to take up the position of a slave girl chained on the furs awaiting the return of her Master. He almost threw himself down spitefully to break the demeaning pose but a cooler calmer thought prevailed. Lila-in-Armand would return soon, and when she did she'd find an obedient slave girl positioned on the furs as she had left her. At that moment he gave up the fight for physical control of this imprisoning flesh, ceding that battle as hopelessly lost in the face of Gorean society, of Lila-in-Armand's superior physical strength, of the chains and restraints that fit his female form so perfectly and immovably, of the Nest gag and its alien wizardry that acted as a final but total form of control of Lila's true body. The mind, he thought, that was where the real battle for domination would take place, and that mind was his, Armand's, and no-one else would ever be *its* Master. The body, this despised body that housed his mind was of no importance in the forthcoming battle, not really. The mind, his mind was the one that would win out in the end, he was sure of it. He took a deep shuddering breath and then let it out, fixing his eyes on the door. He took everything he was and bundled it up, separating it from his body and retreated behind Lila's face, to wait and watch and be ready to act. The patch of sunlight on the floor slowly crept towards the furs and finally caressed the pale flesh of a slave girl as she knelt in nadu, knees spread apart revealingly, her White Silk artfully draped between her soft thighs, concealing little and revealing much. The kajira was still, her bearing calm. A Master with experience of such girls would mark her as having fully accepted her status with no reservations. She obviously awaited her Master's coming without doubts as to their relationship, his dominance over her complete, her submission to his will total. If she had been unbound, her hands would still be clasped under her chin, if unchained she would still be in nadu on the furs because that was how her Master had left her, the very epitome of obedience, true Kajira. If this Master could have looked within the girl's mind though he would not have held that opinion. Behind the facade Armand-in-Lila mentally vowed that Lila-in-Armand would never read his true intentions, at least not until it was too late, when they would be back where they belonged. Until then, the nameless slave would be just that, slave. Let Lila think she had won. His revenge would be all the sweeter when it came. The patch of sunlight climbed higher up the girl's body, reddening as the sun dipped towards the horizon, tingeing the white silk between her thighs in prophetic scarlet. When the door finally opened, Kajira-in-Lila did not move, did not break nadu. Lila-in-Armand glanced at the furs as she came in and her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw. "Waiting up for me, little one?" she said with the hint of sarcasm in her voice (his voice!) that normally infuriated him. This time though Armand did not let any expression reach his face at her words. *Wait, watch...* As she undid her swordbelt and placed the weapon on the table beside the door, he noticed a bandage on Lila-in-Armand's right arm. She rubbed it as she said "Those swords they use in weapons practice may be blunted but they still hurt like buggery when you get hit." Practice? The dream, of Warriors, of a blow to his arm... his heart triphammered with the revelation as the blood drained from his face. It had been no dream! *He* had been there in truth, he had stood with a sword in his hand, had... He fainted for the second time that day, his last waking memory being that of seeing Lila-in-Armand turn to him overlaid with a faint vision of a White Silk slave girl chained on the furs slumping sideways. This time Armand's blackout was brief enough that he came to as Lila picked him up and set him back on his knees again. "Still tired, eh?" she enquired, peering closely into his face as he blinked. He let Kajira-in-Lila take over as his mind raced, as he tore at his memories of the visions. He had been seeing through his own male eyes! Briefly, faintly, but it was not his desperate imagination -- as Lila-in-Armand had slept, he had also been with Armand-in-Lila in the training rooms with the other Warriors. And he had felt the blow Lila had received! It was more than simple vision, it was like... When he had sat in the chair facing the Kurii agent, Lila Fischer, under Misk's brain-scanning machine, searching her memories, it had been her vision he had purloined first, looking out through her eyes. As he pushed the machine's control further, he had felt her body, her bonds, her skin. If only he had stopped then, if only... but he hadn't and the trap had been sprung, leaving him now kneeling in the furs before his own body. Was the mind exchange process breaking down? His heart pounded as he considered the possibility that the connection between Lila and himself was failing, was about to reverse itself. Could it be? As Lila bent down at the kennel entrance, busying herself with the bracelets securing Lilianne's wrists outside the door bars, Armand stared at his real body, willing it to somehow submit, to reverse the error and restore him to his true state. Nothing. His shoulders slumped as Lila raised the gate and Lilianne crawled out of the kennel. She was naked except for her collar (of course) and the slave bracelets dangling from her right wrist. As she stood Lila swiftly swung her arms behind her back and secured them there. Again Armand-in-Lila was impressed how competent she had become in securing slaves in the short time since she had stolen his body and left him in hers. He was not sure he could have done better in her place. If only... In a way, he thought bitterly, he had done this to himself. He recalled a vagrant memory, how fascinating the false possession of female flesh had seemed while he sat in the chair, plundering Lila's sensorium with Misk's machine. Well, he had had enough of real female flesh now and he wanted it to stop, but it wouldn't stop just because he wanted it to. But something *was* happening, something was going wrong or going right and for the first time since the mind exchange he felt true hope rising in his heart. *Careful*, he thought to himself, schooling his features. Lila-in-Armand showed no knowledge of his recent experiences, of his visions and his sensings. It was a one-way street, it seemed, as his sensory experiences in Misk's machine had been when he plundered Lila's memories for the secrets of the Kurii she carried unknowingly in her brain. If Lila found out about the visions he had been experiencing she might find a way to stop it, to reforge the hated mind link with Misk's help. Wait, watch, be ready to act. Until then... Kajira-in-Lila watched from the furs as Lila dressed her First Slave in Red Silk. Lilianne was obviously uncomfortable in the filmy strips of fabric; they concealed little, as little as the White Silks she herself wore, but they marked her as a girl who could be used for a man's pleasure. They were in two parts, hanging freely before and behind her over a light belly chain, not getting in the way if a Master desired her use. Wearing them, Armand thought, she looked more naked than when she stood in just her collar and bracelets. Perhaps, he thought, after this is over he might investigate the possibilities of taking a Free Woman as a slave. It happened all the time on Gor. A woman, careless for a moment alone in a quiet corridor, gagged and bound and then a tarn flight away from the Sardar, a slave basket swinging under the saddle harness. Lilianne, who had been and would be again the Free Woman Serressa, looked good in her collar and her Silks as he observed her through Kajira-in-Lila's eyes. Those temporary symbols of her slavery could become a permanent feature of her existence, with a brand, the common Kajira upper-thigh brand, he thought, yes that would suit her best. The haughtier the Free Woman, the more degraded they were when the brand that bit into her skin was a common one, in the most common location where a man's touch would naturally fall as he took her in the furs... Armand's reverie broke off as he felt Lila's thick fingers at the back of his neck under his long ponytail. There was a click as his collar chain was detached and he was finally free to move, but Kajira-in-Lila remained in nadu, eyes forward, shoulders back, until a tap on her elbow brought her to her feet as gracefully as if she had been practicing the movement her entire life, which was in its own odd way the actual truth. Again it was a compliant Kajira who let her Master unbind her hands from her collar then bracelet them behind her back, unresisting, eyes kept shyly pointed down while Armand-in-Lila kept silent and did not interfere. *Wait, watch, be ready...* Kajira-in-Lila's position in the coffle was once again as Second Girl, but this time she was only back-braceleted, not in sirik, just like the First Girl before her. This time the First Girl did not hold her leash but they were chained collar to collar and the leash was attached to the First Girl's collar. It was only a small increase in status perhaps, but an increase it was, and Kajira-in-Lila was pleased. She did not let her pleasure show though as the braceleted fists of the First Girl were tightly clenched, indicating her foul mood. First Girl Lilianne still had punishment privileges over the Second Girl of the Warrior known to all as Armand of Tellus. Kajira-in-Lila did not want to be switched again. Lila buckled her swordbelt back around her waist, then rubbed her bristly chin. "This shaving business... I thought it was bad enough getting a bikini wax every summer but, ugh. You girls are lucky, at least in that respect." Lilianne said nothing; it was not a slave's position to comment on a Master's utterances, no matter how confusing or outlandish. Kajira-in-Lila could not, of course, say anything anyway because of the Nest gag, but she was slave enough to know better as well. Lila-in-Armand smiled, the sort of smile that used to infuriate Armand-in-Lila before Kajira-in-Lila took over the task he found so impossible to sustain, that of presenting the appearance of an obedient and submissive slave girl to Lila-in-Armand and to the rest of Gor. "I suppose shaving my face every day isn't such a bad thing, eh? Considering the alternative of not having to shave at all, well..." Lila said as she picked up the collar leash from where it hung between Lilianne's breasts and gave it a firm tug, jerking her startled First Girl a half-step forward. Kajira-in-Lila had anticipated her Master's actions and moved a step closer to the First Girl as Lila reached for the leash, making sure the six feet of chain running between their collars had sufficient slack. In slave coffle the First Girl was usually experienced enough that the leash would never get taut as she anticipated her Master's every move, just as a fine horse senses the slightest change in tension of the reins held by its rider. It was the lesser girls further down the coffle who would usually be caught unawares, get jerked off balance and even stumble and fall. They would be punished, of course, if not by the Master then by the First Girl later for disrupting the coffle and making the Master look bad in public. Moving smoothly in coffle was something new slave girls learned by the example of the experienced girls in front, and if necessary by the whip. Unfortunately for the Gorean Master known as Armand of Tellus his First Girl was inexperienced and his Second Girl even more so. Kajira-in-Lila almost felt sorry for him and resolved to do her best. A Master embarrassed by his slaves in public was likely to take his rage out on the causes of his embarrassment, and after all she did not want to be whipped. Lila led the way to the door, then turned with *that* smile on her face again. "Speaking of bikinis, how would you two ladies like to go for a swim?"