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Agents of Gor: Part 7 Two Girls serve in a Paga Tavern 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. He can be contacted via his gmail account, albedo404. 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? After intense slave training, Armand collapses and experiences visions of his former existence as a man. Further revelations indicate he is perhaps close to regaining his true male body, but it is by no means certain to happen. On the way to the bathhouse, Lila proves to Armand she is fitting into male Gorean society much too well for his liking, and then he himself is accosted by a mysterious stranger, an agent for the Kurii. Is this another deadly threat, or an opportunity that might lead to escape from the collar and the restoration of his true body? Armand and Serressa are prepared to serve in Tisoch's tavern in very different circumstances, but both unwillingly. They are kajirae though and to the Masters who command them their unwillingness to serve is of no consequence. -------------------------------------------------------- Armand entered the tavern's serving hall in the company of Vella, letting the other girls go first to face the chorus of raucous catcalls from the Masters drinking there. He felt a sudden urge to pull the short hem of his skirt down lower, something he was of course incapable of achieving due to his short-chained hands. It was odd, he thought to himself as he hesitated at the threshold, he had been paraded through the corridors and public places of the Sardar complex naked and near- naked in Lila's body, he had been examined by men such as Tisoch who thought they were dealing with a slave girl, collared and chained. He was now finally wearing something more substantial than a wisp of translucent white silk and he felt more exposed than he had ever done before. Maybe it was the bustier, he mused; now his breasts were no longer free to jiggle about as he moved they seemed more, well noticeable somehow. They certainly stood out more, so to speak. Weird. Vella nudged Armand forward. "Let's get to work." The odd pair moved over towards the serving tables as Vella rapidly explained Armand's duties for the evening. "...and bring empty cups back over to Sharn, the server at the bar. He's Tisoch's nephew, or maybe his son..." Armand jerked frantically, mouth agape in surprise and shock then turned to glare at the laughing rogue sitting at a nearby table who had his hand up Armand's skirt, kneading his left buttock in a familiar manner. He squeezed Armand-in-Lila's soft bun once more then released his captive. "Later, sweet-cheeks." He winked as he turned back to his grinning companions. Vella urged Armand to keep moving, smiling at the man to placate and distract him. Armand's heart sank. It was only the first abuse of the night, precursor to what he would experience all evening, he was certain; he had after all spent more than a few evenings in a paga tavern himself although then he had been on the other side of the gender barrier. somehow it seemed tonight was not going to be quite as enjoyable... As Armand looked around worriedly he saw Lila-in-Armand over by the entrance door, hand resting on her belt close to her swordhilt. As their eyes met she gave a cheery wave before she turned away. For some unknown reason he felt a wave of relief at the sight of Lila in his hijacked body; she would step in, he felt certain, if he encountered trouble with the tavern's clientele tonight. Knowing Lila's contrary sense of humour though he couldn't tell just how far she might permit some Master to make free of her body and his psyche if she thought it amusing. She enjoyed seeing him suffer, especially in situations where she herself would have been the victim but for their mind exchange thanks to Misk's damned machine. Perhaps that's why Lila seemed to delight in chaining and restraining him. more than most Gorean Masters treated their own slaves. He was her Bondage Barbie, a dress-up doll for her to play with as she willed, and she had soooo many different outfits for him... Was it for the sake of revenge or was it just that she was grateful to not be the one being chained up? He snorted. Women! He'd never understand them even if he was temporarily stuck in a female body. He was a man! The forceful thought reassured him, helping him ignore as best he could the lustful gazes of the Masters in the hall. Thankfully he also had Vella to help him make it through the evening unsullied but she was not a Master with a sword at her hip. Vella had only a kajira's wiles to keep her virginal protege safe from the unwanted attentions of the Masters present. If all else failed there was the iron belt padlocked securely around his wide hips and increasingly tender crotch, the heavy steel strap rubbing and irritating body parts he had never in his wildest dreams expected to possess. He hitched his hip, attempting vainly to reposition the locked waist-belt into a more comfortable position as Vella pulled him away from the bench where his groper sat laughing with his friends. They headed towards the serving bar, Armand swerving nervously around the Masters in their path in an attempt to avoid their attentions although he knew that it would be futile later on when he would be working, serving paga to the customers at the tables. One thing at a time, he thought to himself as his heart pounded. Take it slowly, get used to it and suffer through it for the time being. It can't last for ever. It just can't. It can't be for ever. ------------------------------------------------------------- Armand-in-Lila held the serving tray awkwardly before him with a determined two-handed grip. He had dropped the tray earlier in the evening and with his wrists connected to his collar as they were it had been quite difficult for him to pick it up again. Kneeling on the floor with his butt high in the air as he scrabbled to get his encumbered fingers on the paga-slick metal tray had occasioned many ribald comments from the men sitting on benches nearby (none of whom, of course, had assisted the poor damsel in distress by picking up the tray for her. Masters!). His indelicate posture had resulted in another unwelcome hand sliding up his thigh under the pleats of his abbreviated skirt. Burning with shame and suppressed fury, he could of course do nothing to prevent it. As he had struggled back to his feet, twisting away from the man's touch he had caught another glimpse of Lila-in- Armand watching her suffering, as always with that detested half-smile of amusement on her lips. He swallowed as he caught sight of a naked girl being dragged into one of the alcoves in the far corner of the tavern hall. It might have been Serressa, he couldn't tell for sure but it was typical of what the girls here were subjected every night, their use rented to a Master for the price of a cup of paga. He was spared that fate, tonight at least. The White Silks tied to his collar and more importantly the chastity belt locked around his loins had prevented the customers from advancing much further than a grope under his skirt or a gentle squeeze of a breast through the thin material of his cheerleader top. It was early in the evening though and few of the patrons of Tisoch's tavern were seriously drunk yet. When he had first come to Gor to take his father's place in the affairs of Priest-Kings he had visited other paga taverns in other cities. The level of rowdiness and licenciousness tended to rise as the evening wore on and more alcohol was consumed. He could only hope that Vella or Armand would save him from rougher treatment than he had endured so far if it came to that but Lila-in-Armand's concept of "too rough" and Armand-in-Lila's concept almost certainly did not coincide though which was what worried him. As he moved off he spotted Vella hurrying to catch up with him. There was a faint sheen of perspiration on her face and around her shoulders. The disarray of her brief clothing and smeared makeup further confirmed that she had already been taken to the alcoves by some Master or other despite it being quite early in the evening. She was the tavern's First Girl which accorded her some status but it was not proof against her being treated like any of the other paga sluts. Her alcove-price was no different to the price of the girls she was in charge of; a cup of paga, no more no less. "Amanda..." she whispered in Armand's ear. "Uh, can you put a bit more effort into it?" Armand raised an eyebrow at Vella's odd question. More effort? Into what? "Well, it's the way you, uh, move," Vella explained. "I know that belt thing is getting in the way but, well, you're Team Vella for tonight and that means something, that uniform. Look." She pointed at another girl wearing the same abbreviated skirt and top he was dressed in. "See? The hip movements, the sway." She grimaced. "You're waddling like a fat old Master and well, that's just not Team Vella." Oh great, Armand thought, I'm in danger of being dropped from the cheerleader squad because my moves aren't sexy enough. High school nightmare of a totally unexpected kind. "Well, gollee gee! Pardonay moi for being a guy trapped in a girl's body, I'm shew-ere," was what he wanted to say but all he could do was shrug. Any sarcasm embodied in the gesture was lost on Vella, of course. "Look, make an effort, 'kay? Otherwise you're making the rest of us look bad and that makes Tisoch's customers unhappy," she said in a low confidential voice. "That can make it, well, tough for us. Masters!" Vella patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. "Do your best, kid. Okay?" then she turned and hurried off. He watched her go, observing the way she walked, her hips swaying enticingly left and right, weight on the balls of her feet as if she was wearing invisible stiletto heels. Right, he thought, I'll give it a try. It's not like it's going to make the rest of the evening any worse for me, after all. Sway sway bounce bounce jiggle jiggle... The extra hip movements caused the steel chastity belt to rub at painfully different parts of his intimate female anatomy but he soon grew used to it. His upper body moved in counterpoint to his hips as his breasts oscillated alluringly in their confinement. The number of smiles and coarse comments from the customers he passed went up, as did the number of casual gropes and carresses which he stoically attempted to ignore. Soon after Vella passed him again giving him a smile and a very unGorean thumbs-up before she hurried off to take care of another customer. It seemed he had passed the test, even if it wasn't actually any sort of test he really wanted to be taking in the first place. His position as a Team Vella cheerleader was safe, it appeared. A few minutes later as Armand passed a table a weasel-faced man grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop, nearly causing him to spill the empty cups on his tray. The man's bearded companion, a Warrior by his tunic held up two fingers but remained oddly silent. "That'll be two more cups then, slut," said the man holding Armand's slim arm, shaking him roughly before releasing him. As Armand turned away he received a sharp slap on his butt. The man swore an oath and shook his fingers in pain. "By the Priest-Kings!" He rose and pulled up Armand's short skirt to reveal the steel belt locked around his hips and groin. "A White Silk girl?" he asked incredulously. Armand nodded, still unable to speak. He gestured to the silk "scarf" tied to his collar. The other man seated at the table laughed harshly, a sound that disturbed Armand-in-Lila in some undefinable manner. "You must have displeased your Master mightily for him to put a virgin to work in a tavern, girl," said the weasel-faced man. He patted Armand's butt again, but more lightly this time. "Never mind. You'll not be White Silk forever." He dropped two tarsk-bit coins onto the tray and then pushed Armand away. "Now bring us our paga and be quick about it." Armand scurried off towards the serving table; Masters in taverns did not tolerate slow service, even from White Silk girls. A serving girl could be disciplined by a customer if their service was not considered satisfactory by him -- law and custom usually restricted the right of discipline to a girl's Master but in the case of tavern girls it was considered that they were bought for the price of a cup of paga and for the time it took for the customer to drink it. "The hand that holds the cup holds the girl." was the common understanding. White Silk and belted as he was he could not be punished on the furs in an alcove as Lilianne the temporary slave was being punished tonight, but there were wall rings and binding fibre to hand as in any Gorean tavern, and he didn't know if Lila would step in to prevent him being beaten by a customer who felt himself slighted by a White Silk girl's poor service or un-kajira-like behaviour. He shivered at the thought. Best to not have to find out whether Lila's solicitude towards her former body extended to the condition of the skin on his back. Some vagrant memory nibbled at Armand's thoughts as he negotiated the crowded benches on his way to the serving tables. Those two men... what was it about them... He reached the bar and put down the tray. The serving-man grabbed the cups and dropped them into a bucket of water then scooped the tarsk-bit coins off the tray and fed them into a slot- topped lockbox behind the table. Tavern girls were not permitted to touch coins; this was a rule for kajirae in general although a few exceptions were made here and there. Some members of the Merchant castes employed educated kajirae, literate and numerate girls who had been Free Women before their enslavement, in the roles of cashiers and accountants. It was not a common practice though. A few Masters regarded coins touched by slaves as debased but most folks were pragmatic on the subject. Coins were coins, after all. A little polishing and they spent just the same as those not tainted by a kajira's touch. Bertram watched Lily move off towards the serving tables, her short- hemmed skirt and tight top doing little to hide her ample charms. She had voiced no outrage even after Choro slapped her arse hard, more evidence that her voice was somehow under the direct physical control of her owner, Armand of Tellus. He had found the reason for Choro's painful reaction very revealing --it seemed this Armand character was being very careful with his property. He would have to make himself known to Lily's owner, Bertram mused, befriend him in some manner. Perhaps this Armand could be persuaded to just sell Lily to him. That would be the simplest course of action to take, probably. Gold was readily available when you worked for the Kurii and he could pay any coin price Armand might ask for Lily. On the whole though, her owner appeared just a bit too possessive of the slut to sell her. If he offered too much for her this Armand fellow might become suspicious which could cause more problems. Stronger measures would probably be necessary in that case, he mused, stroking his beard. Gold would play its part in that case too, of course. His associate and current drinking partner Choro was already bought and paid for but his lower- class connections could easily find Bertram the extra hire-swords he might need to take Lily by force from her owner. More gold would pay for tarns to take them from the Sardar afterwards and deliver her to her true masters, the bear-like Kurii. After she was drained of the knowledge implanted in her mind she would finally end up at the small estate Bertram owned with its walled gardens and soundproofed chambers where he entertained himself and a select group of like-minded friends. Lily would make a fine addition to his stable, a fine addition indeed. He snorted -- steel belts of the form she wore right now were not going to be a feature of her existence once she was truly his property. She might, however look back to the uncomfortable hours she spent tonight wearing a chastity belt and fervently wish for such a device to be locked on her again. Bertram watched Lily return with two full cups on her tray, her hips swaying back and forth, the very picture of a paga slut. Her chaining meant she had to lean over the table as she put the tray down before putting the two cups in from of them, giving him a fine view of her breasts confined in her tight top. He almost reached out to squeeze one of her juicy breasts before he remembered he had done that earlier when she was blindfolded and chained in the bath. She didn't know who he was, after all. He intended to keep it that way and treating himself would perhaps give her a clue. Lily was perfectly capable of figuring out his identity if he was careless and he knew she and her Master were now actively seeking him out. There were other parts of the slutty bitch he could safely take advantage of though... he silently crooked a finger at Lily as she straightened up. She looked puzzled but obediently came closer, close enough for him to snatch the wrist-chains connected to her collar and pull her head down towards his own. She wasn't much of a kisser, he decided when he eventually released her. It had been necessary to grip her jaw to force her mouth open and even then she had been stiff and unyielding, trying to prevent his tongue invading her mouth while she struggled ineffectively in his grasp. He had finally bitten her lipsticked mouth as a sign of his displeasure at her un-kajira-like resistance. No matter, he consoled himself. When she was his to do with as he pleased he would take great delight in overcoming her virginal qualms as well as her virginal bodily status. She would learn to kiss him with those luscious lips like she meant it, and fellate him too when the time came as it would. Later, later. He waved her off as she stood shaking, her hands at her bleeding lips, a shocked expression in her eyes. Choro picked up the tray she had dropped onto the table during Bertram's amusements and pushed it into her hands dismissively. She gripped it reflexively as she scrambled away from the table in panic. Bertram grunted in disapproval as he watched the skirted kajira hurry off. The little slut had forgotten how to move like a tavern girl. She was striding like she was a man! That was another error he would enjoy correcting after he locked his own collar around her throat where it belonged. Bertram picked up his cup and took a long swallow, looking around the busy hall. Tonight there were other girls; this was a paga tavern after all. His roving eye fell on a likely prospect, a naked girl kneeling half-slumped over by the alcoves, her wrists tied above her head to a wall-ring. Yes, he had heard there was a punishment girl in the tavern this evening, something about a Free Woman who had attacked someone's property in the tavern the night before and had been temporarily enslaved for her trouble. A Free Woman, hey? Intriguing. He put his cup down and rose, telling Choro he would be back to finish it later. Choro followed Bertram's glance towards the alcoves and grunted acknowledgement before he drained his own cup. He would take a girl himself in a bit, maybe one of those skirted girls dressed like the White Silk slut Bertram had shown such an interest in, that is presuming they weren't all wearing those damn iron belts... He had heard good things about those girls, that they were something special even in Tisoch's tavern which was renowned for the quality of its sluts. No hurry though. He raised a hand to attract a passing girl. Another cup of paga first; he had plenty of coins in his pouch courtesy of Bertram and the paga here was, like the sluts very much to his taste. Armand stopped when he reckoned himself far enough away from the table with the two men and took a deep breath. He wanted to spit, he wanted to vomit, rinse his mouth out with... he didn't know what. The back of his hand was smeared with blood from his lip -- the dirty bastard BIT me! -- and he pressed it again to try and staunch the bleeding, the coppery taste of blood in his violated mouth. It was just like when Lila had French-kissed him in the girl's locker room, but -- no, it was different somehow. Was it because she was in his true body, was that somehow enough to make it, well not all right but in some weird way not totally wrong? He shook his head to dispel the thoughts circling in his mind, then looked around desperately. There was something more important, something he absolutely needed to tell Lila, tell her... Lila was over there! He could see her sitting at a bench, a cup in her hand talking with some other Masters, laughing. She swung a passing paga girl into her lap then released her captive amid more laughter from her compatriots. It looked like she was having fun, and again he was struck by how natural Lila seemed to fit into the role of Master and male in Gorean society whereas he was... he caught a glimpse of an arm reaching for his slim waist and dodged away before the owner could get a firm grip. Shit, he thought, it's getting a bit livelier. He was out of sight of the two men at the table but Lila was not too far from them; if she approached Lila directly the bearded man would see her do so, and that could be a problem. Instead she looked around for Vella and eventually saw her walking slowly from the alcoves, rubbing her wrists. It seemed she had been busy, tied up so to speak. Armand reckoned she was headed for the girl's changing room to clean herself up and he started to make his way there too. When he lifted the curtain at the doorway and stepped inside, Vella was gargling, her head up. As she caught sight of Armand she stopped, spat into a basin and wiped her mouth with a cloth. "Uck," she said. "I wish they would wash properly before they come to the tavern. Masters!" She stopped as she saw Armand's face. His expression was evidently worrisome enough that Vella guided him into the room and sat him down on one of the preparation benches before the mirrors. They were alone, as far as he could tell, thank the Priest- Kings. "Oooh, that's not nice," she said, peering at the damage to Armand-in- Lila's lip. "Bite marks. Ick." She picked up her cloth and dabbed at his lip, muttering "Masters!" under her breath. "Well the bleeding's stopped, pretty much. It's gonna swell up bad by tomorrow. There's some stuff, cream, Tisoch's got that..." She sat back, eyebrows raised at Armand's frantic hand gestures. "Something else wrong?" Armand nodded. "What? You can't tell me, but..." Armand reached down and picked up a makeup crayon then bent forward awkwardly until his chained hands could reach the mirror. GET LILA he wrote in lipstick as best he could, then realised Vella wouldn't know who Lila was. Did she know her as Armand? He concentrated for a moment then smeared out LILA with his hand and replaced it with the word MASTER. She was kajira and would understand who he was referring to. "You want me to get your Master?" Armand nodded. "And bring him here?" He nodded again, then thinking furiously, he reached forward again and wrote SECRET on the mirror. "Secret?" Vella mused, looking at the mirror then at Armand suspiciously. "This isn't some kind of prank or joke, is it? No, I can see you're terrified of something, or somebody." Armand nodded again. "OK. Wait here." He watched Vella leave then he wiped the mirror clean as best he could before going to the doorway. Peering through a narrow gap in the curtain he watched Vella make her way oh-so-casually in the direction of Lila's table. There she managed to artfully fall into Lila's lap, making it appear that Lila had in fact grabbed her and pulled her down. There was some kissing and cuddling, Lila's hands wandering freely over Vella's body then she was dumped back on her feet and she continued on her way among the tables. Armand watched, waiting anxiously for Lila to make a move but it was at least a minute before she got up from the benches, adjusting her swordbelt and making some kind of excuse to her companions before she left them. Even then she didn't come straight to the girl's prep room but made her way along the wall as if heading towards the ablutions area before she quickly ducked in behind the door curtain to come face to face with Armand. Lila glanced around, ensuring the two were alone in the preparation area. "What's the..." Armand made shushing gestures then drew Lila further away from the doorway. He touched his throat and his mouth. "That lip looks nasty. Someone..." Armand shook his head and repeated the gestures. "Oh, you want your voice back, do you?" He nodded vigorously. Lila drew the control egg from her pouch then, looking at Armand, pressed the golden button. He felt the faint click in his throat and coughed experimentally. "Huh." He could speak again! "I found him!" he said excitedly. "Found... Mister X?" Lila guessed. Armand nodded. "How?" "He smells of cologne and cigars. I noticed it in the bath but it wasn't something notable then, but when I served him, he... eh... kissed me and I smelled it more clearly then. He laughed too and that was what first made me suspicious, as it sort of sounded familiar..." Lila held up a hand as Armand realised he was babbling, in part relieved that Lila was there and in part because he was no longer silenced by the Nest gag. "So who is he?" Lila asked, making Armand blink. "Well, I don't know his name, or the name of the man he's with. Ah, tavern girls don't usually get to know their customers on a first-name basis, you might have noticed." Lila smiled. "I bow to your superior knowledge in that respect." Armand clenched his fists in their restraints. Could Lila be serious about anything? "Point him out to me." Armand nodded and they went to the door curtain again. He was sure the men's table would be visible from the doorway, something that had worried him earlier. He squinted through the gap, trying to spot the bearded man, Mister X... "Oh. He's not there," he said despondently. Lila sighed. "If this is a trick..." she muttered darkly, holding out the control egg, her thumb hovering over the red button. "No, no! Wait!" His wrist-chains jingled as he waved his hands frantically in negation. "Look, see that man by himself, in the green and grey tunic, thin-faced, balding on top?" Lila peered out through the gap, her thumb still poised on the egg. "Who... yep, I see him. He's just getting another cup of paga delivered, right?" Armand confirmed the sighting. "Mister X was at that table with that guy. He didn't speak, just laughed once, his friend in the green outfit did all the talking, ordered paga, two cups. When I brought it Mister X grabbed me, k-k- kissed me," Armand looked away for a second, trembling, "and that's when I smelled him." Lila put the control egg back in her pouch then reached over and turned Armand-in-Lila's head to face her, looking at the almost-tears glistening in his eyes before she touched the bite- mark on his swelling lip with a gentle fingertip. "He did that to you?" Armand nodded again. "Yeah. I think... well, I wasn't too keen on the kissing thing and he took it out on me. Just like when he twisted my... my tit, well your tit in the bath." "Not my tits any more, kid. All yours now, to have and to hold from this day forth until death do you part." That damn smile appeared again on Lila-in-Armand's whiskery face. "I must admit I'll miss them, some, but frankly they look better on you than they would do on me now. Here's something important you should know about them, my girl." She reached forward and hefted Armand's chest in a proprietary way. "Thirty-four C. Don't forget." He twisted away from her grasp, muttering "Bastard!" under his breath. "What was that I just heard you call me?" She shook her head as she looked through the curtain again. "I do hope it was Master. Disrespectful kajirae get punished, remember. Ah, hold on, is that him? He's coming back to the table, I think." Armand snuck under Lila's arm to look through the gap. "Yes, yes that's him!" His excitement fought with his desire to keep his voice low. "Stubby beard, red tunic, tall, that's him. Mister X!" Lila stared fixedly at Mister X as he sat down beside his companion and picked up his cup. They exchanged words and the man laughed. "OK, I'll remember him now. Looks like a nasty piece of work, but then again most men on this damned planet ARE nasty pieces of work." Lila let the curtain drop back into place. "Well, if you're female that is. If you're male like me being nasty has its attractions." She pulled Armand over to the makeup tables and pushed him down onto the bench with a clunk! as his chastity belt met the polished wood. "Let's fix up that lip, shall we?" She busied herself with some cotton- like material dabbing at the smeared blood and lipstick around the bitemarks. Armand felt like some kind of prize animal being worked on by a veterinarian. There was a Caste of Healers on Gor, doctors and medical workers whose business it was to heal the sick and injured but usually sick slaves were taken care of by their Masters or other slaves; a Healer cost money and on the whole it was often cheaper to buy another slave if one fell seriously ill. Valuable or skilled slaves might be considered worth the hire of a Healer but many of the Healer Caste would not deign to treat slaves even though they were human beings physically no different to free men and women. The Caste of Slavers taught their members some basic healing techniques and there were specific drugs and medicines they used in their trade such as soporifics to quieten a newly-taken captive and aid in their abduction or tranquillizers to settle a girl's nerves if she seemed likely to balk or panic when she went to the auction block. There was also slave wine, the bitter drink that prevented pregnancy for a period of time. It was not uncommon for Free Women to also drink it although for their refined tastes it was sweetened and flavoured with fruit juices and hence totally unlike the sour mixture slave sluts were forced to drink. Lila dabbed at the wound again then she told Armand to hold the swab against his lip for a moment. "No elastoplasts on this friggin' planet." she muttered as she disappeared into a back room. Armand was puzzled for a moment as he translated "elastoplast" from British English into American -- what was it? Oh yeah, "Band-aid". No, Gor didn't do band-aids. "This'll do the same job," Lila said as she reappeared, holding up a strap gag. Armand started to rise, to make gestures of protest forgetting for a moment that he could actually speak but Lila's large muscular hand descended on his shoulder, pushing him back down onto the bench again. She captured his hand chains in one fist, pulling his collar up under his jaw and tilting his head back. "There's no way in MMMmmm!" he spluttered as his mouth was filled with a thick plug of rubber-like material, stretching his jaw painfully wide. Lila buckled the gag strap behind Armand's head loosely at first, then she poked the cotton swab down behind the leather frontpiece of the gag to cover the bitemark as Armand desperately tried to push the plug out of his mouth with his tongue but to no avail. "There, that should stop the bleeding," she said as she further tightened the gag strap, forcing the plug even deeper into Armand's mouth. "And you won't have to redo your lipstick again. Isn't that nice?" Armand mumbled around the thick plug in his mouth but he knew it was a lost cause, his attempts at speaking reduced to muffled incoherence. He felt his jaw hinges pop as they lost the battle against the *thing* wedging his mouth open. "Comfy?" Lila asked with faux-solicitiousness, looking at his face in the mirror. He shook his head. It was damned uncomfortable in fact, but he knew her question was rhetorical. He could just about guess what she would say next, and she didn't disappoint. "Well, comfortable or not, you're wearing it." She tugged at the strap gently, testing its fit. "No more smoochy kisses for you tonight. That's something to be thankful for, right?." Lila's head snapped round, her hand falling swiftly to her sword-hilt as they saw the door-curtain move in the mirror. A tavern girl entered, naked but for her collar, a wisp of silk in her hands and wet smears on her thighs, her jaws working as if she was sucking a sweet of some kind. She blinked at the sight of a Master and a Team Vella girl at the makeup bench then descended into nadu as was proper for a slave in the presence of a Master. "Right, you stupid slut!" roared Lila, pulling Armand upright by his arm. "No more lazing around. You've got work to do. Get to it!" She pushed the startled Armand towards the curtained doorway, adding yet another slap to his abused butt as he went. Armand stumbled past the kneeling girl and out into the tavern hall again. He looked around for a moment, then sighed into the gag and headed for the serving tables to collect another tray. A quick sideways glance showed Mister X alone at his table now, his companion missing. He hoped that Lila would be careful about not coming out right behind him in case Mister X saw him and wondered what they had been up to, but there was nothing he could do about it. He sighed then dipped down, knees bent, to collect a tray from the table and got back to work. Sway sway bounce bounce jiggle jiggle... I hate this fucking job. He bit hard into the soft covering of the plug gag. I hate this fucking body I'm stuck in. He dodged an exploratory hand. I hate this fucking place. He stepped over a semi-comatose drunken figure lying on the flagstones. I hate this whole fucking planet and its fucking cavemen Neanderthal inhabitants and its fucking quaint native customs and... Bertram looked up as Choro sat down beside him, a tired smile resting unpleasantly on his thin features. He squirmed for a moment, a hand in his crotch then he settled down again with a sigh. "Happy now?" inquired Bertram. Choro grunted, then picked up his empty cup and raised an eyebrow. Bertram finished the last of his own paga then pushed his cup over to join Choro's. "How was the Free Woman then?" inquired Choro. "Not White Silk like that Earth-born bint you're so eager to get hold of but she's not any kind of Pleasure Slave either." Bertram shrugged. "Interesting, she was definitely... interesting." He paused, gesturing in a yes-no manner. "Not a slave, despite the collar, not up in her head, I could tell that right away. She wasn't used to doing what she was told, and she thought she could disagree with a Master. A little light... punishment and she settled down quickly. Nice and tight." He laughed again. "Quite possibly she was in fact a virgin, at least in her arse given the squirming and screaming that went on." Choro laughed along with Bertram; it seemed the wisest thing to do. The girl he had just used himself had been a tavern girl, one of the regulars and quite skilful especially with her hands and tongue and she knew how to roll her hips at just the right moment, milking him gloriously dry at the end with a series of rippling muscular contractions. He had seen no reason to punish her, indeed he had given her a hard candy he kept in his wallet for just such occasions. He was a great believer in rewarding good work; after all the excellent pay on offer was the only reason he was working for Bertram right now. Otherwise, he thought to himself sourly, he would rather keep his distance from the fellow. In fact, he mused as he watched Bertram haul in a passing wench to order more paga, if someone was to offer him more gold to slip a dagger between Bertram's ribs he would happily accept the commission. He might even offer his new employer a discount. The idea of doing it for free never entered his mind though. Choro was not that much of an philanthropic idealist. Armand dipped down as gracefully as he could manage and deposited the tray with the empty cups on the table. The server picked up the coins on the tray and dropped them in the lockbox then tilted his head at Armand in obvious enquiry. Armand held up three fingers and the server nodded, obviously used to gagged sluts making their customers orders known. "Three cups, right." He hefted a large jug then put it back down. "Wait here, girl. I have to fetch more paga from the cellar." Armand sighed as best he could and leaned a hip on the edge of the table. Things were getting busier now and he was serving non-stop. The other girls were serving too, of course but many of them were now serving in the alcoves which at least allowed them some time off their feet, so to speak. He decided he would put up with sore feet given the alternative. The metal belt dug into the inside of his thigh as he shifted position slightly. Blessed steel, nice steel... The server reappeared and quickly filled three cups from a fresh jug. "Hurry up. The Masters are waiting." Armand dipped again, collected the tray without spilling the nearly-filled cups from the table and pivoted off into the crowd, trying to remember Vella's words about moving like a paga girl. Once the paga was delivered Armand stepped back against the wall, scanning the crowd of men and the girls scurrying between the benches. He moved his jaw experimentally, feeling the hinges click with the strain of the immovable object in his mouth wedging it open. He started to reach up to feel the gag filling his mouth then stopped, suddenly realising that his hands, although short-chained to his collar were almost certainly free enough for him to reach behind his head to the gag strap buckle. And Lila had left the damned Nest gag in his throat switched off! He could remove the gag and speak, tell someone, anyone about the mind transfer once he took the gag off! He hesitated suddenly as the possibility of explaining his peculiar situation gave way to the problem of persuading whoever he talked to into believing what he said was the truth. A glance around the crowded paga tavern showed no immediate candidates. Few if any of the men were entirely sober and besides they were Gorean men, not likely to listen to a slave girl's mad imaginings. The girls? Maybe Vella would listen, would believe him but then what? She was a slave, kajira, branded and collared. Who could she tell, who could she convince? Only another male, another Gorean Master and the same problem applied. What about Vella's owner and Master Tisoch? He seemed intelligent, aware of the science of the reclusive Priest-Kings that other Goreans took as magic. Would he believe? Was it worth trying to make him believe the unbelievable truth? Even if he could just plant the seeds of doubt in Tisoch's mind for a future time... Go for it, he decided. It was now or never and he didn't know when he might have his voice back again. His fingers found the buckle at the back of his head and he started to pry at the leather tongue. It was in the nature of Gorean straps used to secure kajirae to be made from stiff leather, strong and thick in part to make it difficult for a girl to free herself or indeed others if she was one of a group. He bent his head down to ease his fingers access to the buckle, noticing again how his raised arms made other attributes of this body stand out, so to speak. He felt the strap move in the buckle slightly and looked up again. His eyes fell on a sight that froze his fingers in mid-motion. A blonde girl dressed in a Team Vella outfit like he wore was in nadu, her ankles cross-braceleted, between the knees of a customer sitting spraddle-legged on a bench. Her blonde head was bobbing back and forth at the man's groin while he held his tunic hem up out of her way. She stopped for a second, twisting her head from side to side and eliciting a wide-eyed smile on the man's lust-filled features before she recommenced her rhythmic movements again. ***Shit! I forgot about that!*** He was White Silk and in an iron belt but, he suddenly realised, this was the real reason Lila had gagged him! Earlier in the evening the men in the tavern would have taken a girl in the alcoves but now they were getting more and more intoxicated and passing girls were being used at the benches willy-nilly. Would a drunken Master respect his White Silk status if he could use Armand's mouth? It would not cost Armand his hymen, after all. ***What should I do?*** He shifted from foot to foot as his mind raced. ***Take off the gag? Keep it on?*** Armand's indecision cost him dearly as he failed to notice the tipsy Warrior on the bench beside him until the brute swept Armand-in-Lila's light frame off its feet, a muscular arm wrapped around his slim waist. He squeaked in surprise, as much as the gag would allow as he was roughly pulled onto the Warrior's lap. The man's breath could strip varnish and it was readily apparent he was not regularly acquainted with the concepts of soap and water. He was a Gorean male though and a slave girl's opinion of his personal hygeine was not high on his list of concerns. Armand's legs kicked helplessly as the man nuzzled at his neck, his rough beard rasping across the soft skin of Armand-in-Lila's throat, bumping his steel collar up and down. His muffled squeaks rose in volume and his kicking intensified as the man's free hand dived under Armand's short skirt but his efforts at protesting the man's rude actions did nothing to prevent his exploring touch. "Ho?" said the man, pulling his head back and looking down at Armand's lap. He flipped up Armand's skirt hem and peered owlishly at the polished metal of the chastity belt locked around Armand's feminine hips. "A virgin's basket? On a tavern girl?" The man's companions at the table started to take notice of their friend's current companion as Armand tried to wriggle free but the man's grasp was the grasp of a Master restraining a slave girl, something it seemed he was expert at even when drunk. He even seemed to take pleasure in having a pretty kajira writhing in his lap as a wide smile broke out across his face. The man's thick fingers pulled at his steel belt, rattling the padlock securing it around Armand's hips. He tried to pull back but the leering man's grip was too strong. "How much for the key, girl? A tarsk bit? Two?" His breath was thick with paga fumes. Armand felt oddly annoyed for a moment at the man's belief that his virginity was worth so little then he shook his head as if to dispel the alien thought. The man's companion guffawed. "Leon! You're going to pay for her? Hah!" He grabbed at his crotch. "Put your steel to her iron and see which surrenders first!" The other man across the table chimed in. "Storm her citadel like a Warrior! Don't haggle for her portal key like a damned Merchant! A red tunic should make her a Red Silk!" They were drunk but that wouldn't stop them, Armand realised with growing horror. He tried to squirm away again but the man called Leon only tightened his grip, digging his fingers deeper behind the belt's crotchstrap into the soft flesh above Armand's mons. He whimpered at the sensation. "Oh, you like that, do you girl?" Leon's leer grew wider and Armand was spun around as he transferred his grip to the back of Armand's chastity belt under his skirt. "Well, if the main gate is too well defended, the wise Warrior investigates other entrances." The belt was tugged this way and that, shaking Armand-in-Lila like a toy. He was just a plaything in these men's hands, his outward appearance as a collared female marking him in their eyes as simple property. He could not speak, he could not plead with them; Lila-in-Armand had given him his voice back for the evening then crushed his hopes with the mouth-filling post clamped immovably in his mouth. He could only mumble incoherently. Telling them the truth, that he was a man trapped in this flesh by Priest-King's magic and Kurii mind-treachery was impossible for him. Even if he could tell them, would they listen, would they understand, would they believe the demented ravings of a collared slave-girl? The Warrior called Leon jerked at the steel strap running between Armand-in-Lila's buttocks without success as his companions joked and drank more paga. "No." He mumbled. "That gate is guarded too well." He spun Armand again to face him then pulled on the chains connecting Armand-in-Lila's serving bracelets to his collar, forcing his face down towards the Warrior's rough bearded features. "Your Master really prizes you, girl. I wonder... It puzzles me he would put you to service in a paga tavern yet protect your White Silk with such rigour. A punishment? Is that it?" Armand nodded slowly. Lila was punishing him, for what he had done to her in the interrogation chair and for what he had been, a man, a male on Gor, and for the fate that had awaited her, a woman, a female captive on Gor. Now the roles were shockingly reversed Lila-in-Armand was making the most of her chance for revenge. Leon's eyes brightened. "Ah! The tarnsmen can launch their attack from above!" His finger dug into Armand's cheek behind the gag strap. "A raid in force! The city will not be conquered tonight, its portals reddened with blood but there will be loot and pleasure!" "Aye!" Leon's companion slammed his paga cup on the table. "Clear the tarnwires from her mouth and we'll take her high cylinder!" Armand felt the man's hands starting to work at the tight gag-strap buckle behind his head. Terror lent him an extra burst of energy and he twisted from Leon's lap, stumbling forward in a blind panic. His escape attempt was brought up short when he ran into someone and bounced off them, falling back onto the bench beside Leon who grabbed him by the collar. "Damn you girl, do I have to chain you to the table?" Leon muttered, drawing his hand back to deliver a punishing cuff to Armand's head. The blow never landed though. "Warrior," said Lila-in-Armand standing before the bench where Armand and Leon were seated. "That's my property you're playing with." The words froze Leon in mid-swing as he looked up at the figure dressed like him in Warrior red. His eyes flickered over Lila-in-Armand's body, noticing her posture, her hand on the pommel of her sword. Drunk he may well have been but Leon was a Gorean Warrior and his lightning glance told him that the figure before him was ready to react instantly with terrifying lethality if they were angered sufficiently and that his treatment of the Warrior's slave was close to unleashing that anger. He released Armand-in-Lila's collar, letting him squirm away from the bench and dart behind Lila's comforting figure, clutching at her red tunic. Lila put her arm around Armand's shoulder in a proprietary manner; it felt oddly comforting to the trembling Armand. "My pardon, Warrior," Leon said thickly. "I thought she was one of Tisoch's girls." "She is, Warrior," said Lila. Leon looked puzzled at her words. "Just for this evening, but her White Silk is not on offer." "Ah," said Leon. "She is serving here as a punishment?" "She is serving here because it pleases me for her to do so." Lila said flatly, her comforting arm suddenly gripping Armand's shoulder more firmly. Leon nodded in agreement. "Aye, that's as good a reason as any," said Leon. "True enough. But why does she still have need of a virgin's basket?" Leon's drinking companion slumped forward, his head thunking loudly onto the heavy planks of the table before him. Leon blinked muzzily at the bubbles rising out of the large pool of spilt paga on the table into which his friend's face had fallen. He solicitiousy lifted the man's head and turned it to one side before lowering it back onto the table. A loud snoring sound joined the background hubbub of the paga tavern. Leon blinked again, distracted by the sight of the White-Silk girl in the brief blue and white outfit standing beside her Warrior Master. "Nadu," Leon murmured, and Armand-in-Lila felt his knees buckle automatically at the word of command. He went with it, swaying gracefully (he hoped) as he knelt. Leon blinked. "She's been trained, at least." "She's new to the collar but I've taught her some tricks." Lila rested her hand on Armand's head, her fingers fussing absently at the combs in his hair that had become somewhat dislodged thanks to Leon's rough handling. A serving girl stopped at the table with a tray of filled paga cups and started distributing them to the men sitting there. "I'll take my leave, Warrior." A touch brought Armand to his feet as automatically as the command to kneel had put him on his knees. Leon looked up at the slave standing beside her Master. They looked like a matched pair, he thought to himself blurrily, like they belonged together. There was a common Gorean belief that every slave girl had a perfect Master somewhere and when she found him he would never let her go. This girl had got lucky first time out, it seemed. Fortunate Master too, to have found his perfect kajira so quickly. "I wish you well, girl," Leon mumbled as he reached for the fresh cup. "Tal, Warrior." "Tal, Warrior," replied Lila before she turned away. Armand followed her almost as if he was leashed. "Let's get you parked somewhere safer, shall we?" she murmured over her shoulder. Armand nodded but he knew that as long as he was stuck on this damned planet and trapped in this female body there was no place safe enough for him. Right now though he would settle for somewhere safer than the middle of a drunken crowd of Gorean Masters with delusions of ownership of his near-naked body. Bertram swirled the dregs of his paga around in the cup then quickly drank them down. He had observed the little drama across the hall with some interest. He felt a little let down by what he had just witnessed; Lily, his intended prey, had behaved like a witless kajira in the hands of the ruffian who had molested her, squirming fruitlessly in his hands and then when she did escape the fool's clutches she immediately ran to hide behind the sword of her temporary Master, Armand. The reports of Lily's performance as an agent of the Kur and his own admittedly limited experience of working with her had led him to believe she was more, well, resilient in the face of adversity than she had just demonstrated in the preceding few minutes. Indeed it had been suggested by his superiors that if Lily had only been a man she could well have risen high in the ranks of the agents of the Kurii. Sadly for her prospects though Lily was not a man and hence her future as an agent of the Kurii had been non-existent. That did not mean that she would be unable to serve the Kur and her human superiors in other useful ways. She was female and on Gor where competence and ability was very much subservient to gender and the appropriate roles for men and women in society. There was no glass ceiling to break through for smart able women on Gor, just an unbreakable steel collar to wear forever round their slave throat regardless of their abilities in other areas of endeavour. Sad. He had looked forward to breaking Lily, turning her from a proud Earth-born Free Woman, confident and self-assured into a squirming frightened plaything, a toy in his toybox to be enjoyed at his leisure. Much of the pleasure he had intended to extract from possessing her was premised on her remembering her previous status as a free-thinking person while she trembled at his feet in chains, fearing his next word or action. Given her behaviour just now that outcome was not likely. He put his empty cup down. It seemed this fellow Armand had broken her already, turning her into nothing more than a silly frightened kajira of the sort that could be bought at the auction block for a few tarsks. Yet another reason to get to know the man, to find out how he had achieved so much in so short a time since Lily's capture by the agents of the Priest-Kings. Was it just that Lily was predisposed to the collar and to servitude, her demonstrated competence as an agent for the Kurii a facade plastered over an inherent feminine slavishness? That all women were slaves at their core was a common belief among Masters on Gor of course, but he didn't believe it himself, quite, in Lily's case. Her history starting from the time before she came to Gor revealed an independent mind, quick and decisive, intelligent, unscrupulous. Her only real flaws were a tendency to recklessness and taking risks that had been kept in check by her lowly position as an minor agent and the closely supervised tasks she was assigned. The girl over there now expertly heeling her Master was not the Lily he had expected to conquer in the manner of a Gorean Master. Armand of Tellus. He smiled at the name and its pretensions. From what intelligence Bertram had managed to gather about Lily's jailer before he had been dispatched to the Sardar to recover or dispose of the misappropriated Lily it seemed this Armand fellow was not regarded as a particularly competent or effective agent even by his own superiors. Like Bertram he was from Earth, his deceased father a well-respected agent of the Priest-Kings but the son had signally failed to step into his father's sandals. His actions and body language tonight belied that impression though. Odd. It seemed he had picked up some courage and initiative from somewhere recently. There was also that rather odd conversation between Armand and his slave Bertram had overheard earlier via the now-destroyed bug in the bathroom. Again the reports and his recollection of the man's speech disagreed. He pulled a face, aware that he was somewhat drunk. No more paga for the time being, he decided. Choro held up two fingers questioningly but Bertram shook his head. "No, I'm going to wait a while. Help yourself though." He pushed some coins across the table to the man who scooped them up with his long strangler's fingers before turning and waving to a passing girl bearing a tray laden with cups. "Paga, you lazy slut!" he roared. The paga tavern was getting noisier and it took some effort to be heard above the increasing din. Bertram watched as Armand left his new-found friends at the far bench, Lily heeling him like a leashed puppy. He laughed watching her reaction as the red-tunicked fellow who had grabbed her earlier goosed her as she passed him; maybe she wasn't totally used to the experience of a man's touch. Besides she was still White Silk. After he took possession of her that was something he could take pleasure in correcting personally, assuming Armand didn't anticipate him. Bertram rubbed his whiskery chin. Why would Armand wait? Why the steel belt locked around Lily's hips and groin tonight? If he treasured her virginity as it seemed he did, why bring her to a paga tavern and press her into service? There were better ways to keep such a slut intact and few worse places to have her at large if her continuing White Silk status was important to him. He sniggered. Armand was acting more like risk-taking Lily than Lily was. It was almost as if Lily was wearing the red tunic of a Warrior tonight rather than the steel belt and the White Silks tied to her collar. Hah! And if that were true... he watched the briefly-skirted figure of Lily follow her Master from sight, an odd idea niggling at his muzzy consciousness. What if the timid indecisive Armand was somehow... He shook his head. No more paga for him tonight. He was imagining things, crazy things! He was hungry, for food and for other pleasures. He would eat and then take another girl, or maybe two, for dessert. The tavern's alcoves were small but not that small and two girls working in concert were more enjoyable than one, usually. If they weren't, well there would be a slave whip to hand that he could use to correct their mistakes and encourage them to do better. He grinned again and grabbed another passing girl, making her wince at his harsh bruising grip on her upper arm. "Meat and bread, and be quick about it wench!" He pushed her away brusquely, swinging a hand at her silk- covered butt that missed wildly as he almost slid from the bench. He pulled himself back upright. Yes, meat and then... he grinned again, a trail of slobber trickling unnoticed from the corner of his lips down into his short beard. Meat. Armand followed the red-tuniced male figure of Lila with a conflicted sense of gratitude for her intervention; if she hadn't stepped in when she did he would have been ungagged by Leon and able to speak, to announce his plight to the world. Of course Leon's attempt to remove Armand's gag was not in any way a philanthropic act and Armand could have expected another gagging in short order, in fact as soon as the lout had forced Armand to his knees and unfastened his breeches. Armand's mouth worked around the slimy leather-jacketed post in his mouth in distaste. It was not pleasant but the alternative... ummm... He noticed that the men on the benches they were passing were keeping their hands to themselves, finally. It was another thing to be grateful to Lila-in-Armand, something else that rankled even as he acknowledged the truth of the matter. As a tavern girl serving paga he had been fair game as far as the steel belt padlocked around his hips and crotch permitted. As property, as a slave heeling her red-tuniced Warrior Master she was no longer a fit target for their hands and their crude jests, not while Lila kept a hand on the hilt of her sword. It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, but it was Gor where the strong held their possessions close and the weak learned to obey or suffer the consequences. Once they were in the preparation room Lila wasted little time. Armand was quickly positioned in nadu over by a wall ring and a short leash chain locked to his collar. "Time for a break, girl. You can help clean up later when things quieten down out there." Lila tapped her fingers on her sword hilt. "You did OK, mostly. I think a reward is due." Armand rolled his jaw as the gag strap loosened and the foul post slid greasily from his mouth. Lila dropped the gag at Armand's side. "You'll need to be gagged again when you go back out later," she said, watching Armand's facial contortions. He tried to spit out the excess saliva flooding his mouth but his bite-swollen lip got in the way resulting in a slobbery dribble running down his chin and into his cleavage where it made its presence known in what was to him a disgustingly novel manner. Lila laughed sharply at his efforts then fetched a flask of water from the preparation tables nearby. "Cup your hands." she ordered. Armand did as he was told and Lila poured out a measure of cold water. Armand did not wait for permission but slurped up the water greedily and then held out his hands for more. Lila obliged but when he gestured for a third helping she shook her head. "Not too much, not until you aren't wearing those fine steel panties any more. Don't want them to get all rusty now, do we?" It said much about Armand's state of mind and the recent distractions that he had almost forgotten he was locked in the chastity belt. He nodded. He could readily imagine the sort of unpleasant mess that would ensue if he attempted to relieve himself while still wearing it. "Right then, close your eyes and open wide!" Armand stiffened in fear. Was Lila going to... He slumped in relief as he saw her holding out a hard candy. "Awww, you peeked. No fair!" She made as if to pop the sweet in her own mouth then held it down at Armand's mouth instead. He took the sugary confection from her fingers like a fine horse being offered a carrot or a Gorean slave being offered a sweetmeat and rolled it around his mouth. It tasted good and he felt his spirits rise, somehow at the small act of kindness from Lila. She took her hand out of her pouch and popped another candy in her own mouth then patted Armand on the head consolingly. "OK, see you later. Don't run off, will you?" Lila headed for the room's curtained entrance as Armand's eyes followed her. His heart leapt at the realisation that he wasn't gagged any more --and the Nest gag was switched off too! He hadn't spoken to Lila when she had removed the post gag, had he? No! He would have his chance when Vella returned, to tell someone, even if it was only a lowly slave about the mind switch, of the wrong that had been done to him. If Vella could somehow get the information to the Priest-King Misk, how he didn't know but... Lila stopped at the curtain and looked back. "Sorry, were you going to say something?" she inquired. Armand stiffened, his fists clenching in anger at her play-acting, letting him believe she had forgotten to Nest-gag him again. "Wait! I..." but Lila was already holding the Nest gag's control egg and whatever he was going to say was lost as he felt the sub-audible clicking noise in his throat as she pushed the golden button. "Got to leave now, see a man about a slave. Have fun, won't you?" Lila waved and then disappeared through the curtain back out into the tavern hall. Armand almost spat out the candy in disgust but refrained. It was small consolation though. As time passed more and more girls congregated in the preparation room now that the evening was winding down to its close. The kajira dressed in a Team Vella outfit kneeling in nadu and chained to a wall ring received some curious glances from the tavern girls but it was obvious to all of them that a Master had put the girl there and it was no business of theirs to interfere in such an affair. All of them had spent time collar-chained to a wall-ring in the past and they would again in the future. They were kajirae after all. The girls generally looked exhausted and worn out as they drank copious quantities of water and repaired their makeup and hair at the mirrors or spent time in the ablutions area cleaning layers of sweat, spilled paga and other less salubrious fluids from their abused bodies. What Armand found somewhat surprising was their endless chatter; in their place he suspected he would have been unable to say a word, that is even if Lila would have permitted him the use of his voice but they twittered away to each other as if their efforts had just been part of the day's work which, for them, he supposed was actually true. Was it really possible to get used to an existence like this, as a collared slave sold for the price of a cup of paga time after time every night without going mad? The door curtain twitched open and Tisoch entered, leading another kajira but not one Armand recognised from the evening's floor team. The girls chatter dried up as they eyed the newcomer. She was no prize in the beauty stakes, thin-faced with stringy hair and as she followed Tisoch into the preparation room Armand saw she was limping ba