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This story is based on the "Chronicles of Gor" novels written by John Norman. I claim no rights to these characters, ideas or specifics listed here. This story is a work of fan fiction. Chapter Seven First Hand, Fifth Day of the Month of En'var Two Years Ago "Wake up, you lazy slaves!" the voice yelled. I heard shuffling and quickly got to my feet, my eyes still closed. My head ached and the noises around me weren't helping any. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in another cage, much larger than the one that Master Lolar had trained me in. "I said wake up!" he yelled again. Around me were other girls, naked, all screaming wildly. Their frantic voices were all drowning each other out, each one trying to yell louder than the girl next to them. I noticed that I was still naked and felt very self-conscious. I had been naked ever since training began, but this was the first time that I had been with anyone but the hospital staff or Master Lolar . I tried to cover my body with my hands. The man, angry and frustrated, opened the door to the cage and walked in; a slave whip in his hands. I cowered against the far wall with the rest of the girls. The last thing I wanted was to be whipped again. I remembered the lash. "Kneel, miserable sluts!" he screamed. I fell to my knees, keeping them closed. The other girls looked at him, confused. He shook out the whip. I grabbed the hands of the two girls next to me and pulled them to their knees. He snapped the whip into the dirt a few feet in front of us. I closed my eyes tightly. Many of the girls screamed. One by one, they noticed us kneel and copied us. My head was down in submission, but I could tell that he was looking at me. He smiled and stepped closer. I could smell the wine on his breath. "In a few moments, you will be lead out to the slave block," he said. "There, you will be sold. I know you will work hard to get a good price or Master Slaver will be very unhappy." "What the hell are you saying? I can't understand a word of it." The girl next to me yelled. She sounded Southern, like she was from Alabama or something. The man walked over and slapped her hard. "Quiet!" he yelled. Even though she couldn't understand him, she cowered back a bit. He placed the handle of the whip under my chin, pulling my head up. "You understand me, Kajira?" "Yes, Master," I replied. "How is it a barbarian understands our language when just arriving?" "I...This girl was trained, Master, prior to her arrival," I said my voice shaking a bit. "You speak their language, girl," he stated, more of a statement than a question. "Yes, Master. I speak their language," I replied. "Good." He nodded. "You will explain to these others what I have just said." "Yes, Master," I said. I moved next to him, continuing to kneel and addressed the women. They were all frightened and shaking, some had tears in their eyes. "Listen, all of you." It took a few minutes for them to quiet down and stop panicking. "In a few minutes," I said in English, "we are to be led to the slave block to be sold." There were murmurs from the girls. "You are all slaves, Kajira, on the planet Gor." I paused a moment. "Master hopes that you will all do your best to bring a good price.." "You speak English?" one of the girls yelled. She started to rise to her feet. "You've got to get us out of here!" Another rushed towards me. "Slave? What do you mean slave?" she asked. A third held her head in her hands. "This can't be happening. It must be a dream. I'm going to wake up safe and sound in my bed. Come on...wake up!!" she screamed. The man snapped his whip, hitting one of the girls in the thigh. She fell to her knees. "Stay kneeling, please," I screamed, putting up my hands. "You don't want to make him angry." The girls slowly moved back against the wall. "Everything will be fine if you obey Master and do as he says," I finished, then looked up at him. Master pointed and I moved back to my place with the other girls. A moment later, two men entered the cage. One of them carried a clipboard. The first man looked at each girl, gave her a number then mentioned her particulars; hair color, eye color, skin complexion and then marked her with that number in grease pencil above her right breast. The one with the clipboard wrote all the information down and nodded, then the first took a collar and closed it tightly around her neck. Most girls fought and screamed when the collar was locked, pulling tightly on it as if a quick tug would cause it to come loose. "Number 425. Red hair, green eyes," he said, looking at me. "Open your mouth." I complied. Earth girls are distinguishable by certain things. One such thing is fillings in their teeth. "Light complexion." The other man wrote the information down. "This one is for a private sale, as is this one next to her. Number 426," he replied, reading off her particulars. We were lifted to our feet and a different collar was attached to our each of us. The chain was disconnected from the rest of the coffle and we were moved aside. Some of the girls looked at me, pleading. I could understand it. They were alone, on a strange planet with people who didn't speak their language. I smiled helplessly. There was nothing I could do. "Take these two over to the private alcoves. Our buyer will meet them there when he has finished at the block." The man with the whip nodded and led us away. The girls, noticing that the only person they could communicate with was being taken away, began to stand and shout towards me. The other men began to whip them harshly. I could hear the crack of the whip and the cries of their pain as the two of us were led away. The private alcoves were dark and damp. You could smell the mustiness in the air. There were three other small rooms off the main room. These rooms, from what I could see, were separated by a small curtain and contained nothing more than a stained cushion. A post was placed in each room with a small ring attached to it. We were placed on a small bench in the main room next to each other. Our collars were attached together with a short chain. "I will be back to chain you to the bench in a few moments," the man with the whip said and walked out the door. "Please..what is going on here?" the girl next to me asked. She was pretty with long black hair and deep green eyes. She placed her hands firmly on my shoulders. "Please tell me. I was asleep in bed when a man entered. I was chloroformed and carried out. Next thing I knew I was here." She looked around fanatically, trying to move but the collar kept us together. "What's your name?" I asked her. She looked at me. Her breathing slowed down a bit. "Robin. Robin Becket. From Fort Wayne, Indiana." "Listen to me, Robin." I took her hand slowly in mine. I really didn't know what to say to her. It has to be a shock. What was I going to tell her? Congratulations, you're now a slave on a planet on the other side of the sun to be sold and pleasure men? Shit! "Everything's going to be all right. I'll be with you the entire time." She pressed her body close to mine. I could feel the heat against my naked flesh. Something in me stirred again. I slowly reached up to touch her hair..... The silence of the moment was broken by the sound of alarm bells. We stood up and Robin walked quickly to the window, dragging me with her. "What's going on?" I asked. "I...I don't know," she replied. I moved her out of the way. Down on the street below, soldiers were running towards the city gates. I could see arrows flying each way down the street and heard the clash of metal. "I think the city is being attacked," I said. Robin ran, dragging me again, over to the door. It pushed open easily. "Come on. Let's go!" I knew we shouldn't go. "No. We can't," I said, trying to hold her back. "The Masters will be very displeased if we left. We might be whipped." "Do you want to be whipped or killed?" she asked, pulling me forward again. I nodded and followed Robin out the door and into the large room from before. The slavers were still there, pushing the girls into another room as if they were cattle. The girls had little choice, being connected by the coffle to each other. We waited a few moments until they left and then walked through the room again. There was a large door on the far side and Robin poked her head through. "All clear. Let's go," she said. We walked out slowly at first. I prayed that we wouldn't be spotted. Then, gaining courage, we ran through the streets. It was tough going, being connected like that, but I did my best to keep up with her. My body, although trained in the art of being a pleasure slave, was unaccustomed to running through the streets. We ducked into a small alcove as soldiers ran quickly past us. "I think we're safe for a few minutes," Robin said. "All the action seems to be happening over there." She pointed back from where we were. "Now let's get these stupid collars off." She tried pulling at it, seeing if there were any loose points. From my experience, once a collar goes on, it doesn't come off. She reached down, picked up a small rock and handed it to me. "Here. Use this to break the back of my collar and then I'll do the same for you." I looked at the rock, stupidly. "Hurry up. I don't think we have a lot of time." I nodded and swung the rock at the back of the collar. It chipped away slowly at it but scratched up her neck as well. I could see blood dripping down under the collar and on her back. "Ow!" she winced. "I'm...I'm sorry," I replied. She turned to me and smiled. "It's ok. Keep going. I'll watch for guards." It was difficult work but I could see that the lock was loosening and after a few more minutes, it broke free. Robin smiled and laughed as she pulled the two pieces apart. She threw it on the ground, but it swung and hit the back of my leg with the short chain and rubbed her neck. "Now you. Turn around and I'll get yours off." I nodded and turned around. I heard a loud thud and watched as Robin ran off between two of the buildings. I was about to say something when I heard soldiers walking towards me. I picked up the chain and her collar and started moving in the opposite direction. I ran and darted through various alleyways and hid behind whatever I could. I don't know how long I ran. My hair was matted and my body drenched in sweat. I found a small pier where a number of women were fishing food out of a barrel. "Kajira!! Slave girl!!" they screamed and began throwing garbage at me. I moved away quickly and continued running through the streets. The other collar and chain were heavy in my hand and slowed me down. I tripped a few times and fell down from exhaustion. I heard footsteps again. My heart raced and I turned quickly, tripping over the chain again. "Well. What have we here?" a voice said. "Nadu, Kajira." Instinctively I fell to my knees, spread apart, back straight, head bowed in submission. The man took his sword and touched it to the grease pencil mark on my breast. A good part of it had smeared because of my sweat, but that gave a clear indication that I was a new slave. The point of the sword was now under my chin, pushing my head up. Standing before me was a group of 4 soldiers. He continued moving his sword over my body, sliding it across my thighs. "A pretty slut, isn't she?" one replied. "She has not yet been branded. She must have come from the slaver's house." "I have not had a woman in some time," a second said, as he moved towards me. I cowered back, frightened. "Maybe would should all have her," another said, smiling. "I am white silk, Masters. Please," I yelled, trying to put my head back down. I could feel the sword point at my neck. "Let us take her with us," the leader said, holding the other soldiers back. "She will be taken before Kamaras and he will decide what will be done with her." They all nodded. The first one motioned to another who returned with some binding fibers. "Bara!" he barked. I lay down on my belly, crossing my arms and legs. One of the men grabbed a bit of twine and bound my wrists and ankles. He then rolled me over on my back, making sure to touch my body as he did. I immediately began to become wet. He smiled noticing it. "I see you juice well, girl," he said. I blushed. "Open your mouth." I did as he commanded and felt a large wadding shoved into my open mouth and tied behind my head. He then lifted me easily and tossed me over his shoulder. The sun was setting as we walked out of the city and I was tossed roughly on to a cart. A number of other girls were on the cart, all seated and gagged as I was. Some of them were struggling against their binds, some were crying. Robin was there too. Her long hair was shoved in her mouth. Her hands and feet were bound as well. The collar on my neck was removed and a new collar was attached. This one had a loop on the back which was slid into a pole that stretched across the cart. The man shut the gate on the cart. "Kamaras will be here in a few moments to inspect you. Then we will decide what is to be done with you," he said, walking away. I sat quietly. The cool breeze brushed against my naked body. I began to breathe heavily. A few moments later, a man walked to the back of the cart. He had dark eyes and longish hair. He also wore a metal breastplate with ribbons of gold on it. A large sword, it seemed longer than he was tall, hung from his belt. One of his subordinates, the leader of the group that found me, opened the gate and they both stepped in. They walked down the center of the cart, checking out the girls on each side. He stopped when they got to me. "This is the one who claimed she was white silk?" he asked. His voice was gruff and deep. From the inflections, you could see why people would be inclined to follow him. "Yes, Kamaras. She was the only one who didn't speak that foreign tongue when she was found. she said she was white silk." He leaned down, brushing the hair from my eyes. I shivered a bit at his touch. "She is very pretty," he said to the guard. He touched my hair and cheek softly. I flushed and leaned into his touch. You understand me, Kajira?" he asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Good," he said, then turned back to the other man. "Take this group to Bazi and deposit the girls at the slaver's house. Make sure you get a good price for them." He laughed. "....except for this one. Bring her to me. I want to personally see what she can do." He smiled again and left the cart. The other man followed him, closing the gate. He yelled to the driver and the cart moved along the bumpy road into the night. I looked back as we left. The city, which I supposed was Sermis since Master Lolar was a slaver there, burned. Smoke rose over the walls and women were screaming. We could still hear the sounds of battle. I watched as we moved and the flames pulled away into the distance. Chapter Eight Second Hand, Third Day of the Fifth Month One Year and 11 Months Ago The trip to Bazi was long. The Masters seemed to be in no hurry to deliver their cargo to Kamaras. Along the way, we stopped many times. The men had their way with many of the girls there, including Robin. I remember lying chained to a tree, my body pressed against the bark, hearing her scream in English as he raped her. They all started off the same..the same as mine...the girls, pleading and begging wanting only to be left alone, then as it went on begging and pleading again telling them not to stop to keep going to make them feel like true women. Part of me was jealous, I wanted to be one of those women, but the Captain had left explicit instructions that I was not to be touched. The others may have been white silk or may not have been, but he knew that I was, and because of that I was to be kept for Kamaras alone. It was in the camp that I learned to cook bosk meat and bake Sa-Tarna bread over a fire. I also learned to wash the Master's clothing by the streams, taking great care not to rip or tear them. I could feel their eyes constantly on my naked body. We were a few days outside of Bazi and I was carrying wood for the fire. The soldiers watched me as I moved. I noticed that my mannerisms had changed a bit, just being here. I walked differently, with smaller steps and more daintily. As if....as if I wanted them to notice me and be pleased with me. I dropped the wood by the fire as two of the other girls placed it in the pit. As I continued looking for more pieces, I could hear footsteps behind me. I knew it was one of the soldiers. His sandals were heavy on the grass and easily snapped sticks as he walked. I turned around to see him, gasping in realizing how close he was to me. I quickly fell to my knees before him. "Yes. I was right. You are well curved, slave. It is pleasurable seeing you kneel at my feet," he said. He moved his feet closer to me and my body tensed. "Display yourself for me, girl," he stated. I leaned back, shaking, stretching one leg before me and the other slightly bent, my hands at the back of my head. My hair had fallen slightly in front of my eyes, but I dare not fix it. I was afraid that this Master would beat me. He walked slowly behind me and put his hand roughly in my hair. "What are you?" he asked. It was a question that needed a specific answer. "A slave girl..at...at the feet of a Master. Making her do as he wishes," I replied. My voice was shaking. I wasn't sure what this man was going to do. Quickly he threw me to the ground and kicked my legs open. "Master! Master, please. I..I am white silk, Master!" I yelled. I felt him kneel down next to me. He placed his body between my legs and his hand began touching me. As I said before, Gorean men know how to touch women; they know the exact places to tease them and to make them their own. His hands moved over my thighs, stroking it. As he moved up and down my legs, first one and then the other, I became wet. I gasped at his movements and how my body was betraying me. He was very aware of what was happening. His hands moved closer to my pussy, touching it. His touch was electric. I moaned, loudly, but caught myself. "Master! I am white silk, Master. Please!! Oooooohhhh!!!" I yelled, moaning with delight. Part of me wanted him to take me, right there, on the wet grass and to show me the pleasures of men. I wanted to be pleasing as Master Lolar had said I should be. A girl's first duty is to be pleasing to a Master, in any way he desires. His fingers touched around my lips. Each time he placed his hands on me, it seemed my body became more and more wet. I squirmed towards his finger. I needed him to touch me and beg me for release. He laughed. "You are hot, slave. Paga hot." His finger finally entered my body and I screamed. My head shook and I felt electricity running through my entire body. "Yes, Master. This girl begs for pleasure, Master!" I screamed again. He slid another finger inside me and I bit my lip. I could taste the blood from my lip in my mouth as he began moving his fingers in and out of me. "AAAAAAHHHH!!!" I yelled again. My eyes were closed. I arched my back. I needed release. A moment later the fingers inside me were ripped out roughly and I lay quietly on my back. I was still shaking. "Kneel, Kajira!" he yelled. It was the Captain. I quickly knelt before him, my head down in submission. I looked up quickly. The man who attacked me was being held against the tree by the Captain's forearm, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "This slave is off limits," he said, sternly. "She is to be delivered to Kamaras intact. She is not to be opened by anyone but him." "Who are you to say who should and should not be used?" he commanded. "This slut is well curved and paga hot. Why should she not be used?" "This slave is off limits," he repeated. "She is to be delivered to...." The man interrupted him. "Yes, yes. She is to be delivered to Kamaras intact." "And if you touch her again, you shall taste my steel," the Captain said. "Do you understand?" The man glared at the Captain. This was not a man who was used to take orders concerning slaves, I gathered. The Captain removed his forearm and stepped back. The man fixed his tunic and walked by the Captain, bumping his shoulder with his. The Captain then turned his attentions back to me. "Stand, girl. You are not to be out foraging alone. I wish that you..." he said. I screamed. The man was coming towards him with this sword drawn. The Captain sensed something was wrong and quickly drew his sword, driving it through the man's stomach. The man dropped his sword and then fell quickly to the ground, dead. I watched as the man fell from the Captain's sword, now covered with blood. I turned away from him and threw up in the grass. I looked up to see the Captain re-sheath his sword, which he had wiped off on the man's clothes. "I said stand!" he yelled, grabbing my hair and pulling me to my feet. I was shaking and probably white as a sheet. He could tell that I wouldn't be able to walk, so he threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to the camp. I could still see the man, his eyes open and staring at me, lying dead in the grass. I closed my eyes and began to cry. I couldn't get the image out of my head. When we arrived back at the camp, the Captain threw me hard to the ground and pulled my hands behind my head. There, he snapped bracelets around my wrists and around the tree. I knelt there and he then tied my ankles together. "This is where you will stay for the night," he said. "Yes, Master," I replied, weak and still shaking. My thighs were still wet from when the man was touching me. "You begged for pleasure when he was touching you. It is good that you are wanton for the touch of a man. It will help you when you finally see Kamaras again. Sleep for now, girl. We leave at the sixth Ahn." He turned, his cloak flowing as he walked back to the tents. I lowered my head and cried again. I couldn't believe that I wanted him that badly. I couldn't believe that I was unable to control my body. My mind raced. What was going to happen to me? When I am finally...what did he call it? Opened?? What is my fate after that? The fires of the camp began to die out and the camp became very quiet. I closed my eyes again and fought to fall asleep. Chapter Nine Fifth Passage Hand, Fourth Day of the Fifth Month One Year and 10 Months Ago The city of Bazi was a small port town. Our caravan entered the gates to thunderous applause by the residents. Their raid on Sermis had been successful and we were the spoils of their victory. The streets were crowded and people of all sorts came out to see what was being brought back. All the girls stood against the bars of the cart, trying to catch a glimpse of what the city would be like. They were able to pick up small bits of Gorean during our travels to Bazi, but I still had to translate a lot of what was being said. Master did not order me to teach them, but I would answer questions when asked. Robin stood next to me. I think for some reason she felt safer with me by her side. I haven't forgotten what she did to me back in Sermis and would be pleased when she was dragged away, kicking and screaming. But on the other hand, she was my first "friend" in Gor and she was as lost and alone as I was. Many of the young children threw fruit at us as we passed. A piece of larma fruit smashed against the bars, covering me with its juice. The free women standing in the street looked at us disgusted. They all wore vails and robes that covered their entire bodies. I could see their eyes glaring at us, burning holes in our souls. I'm sure they would feel differently if they were here instead of us. Men cheered and many poked as us with sticks as we passed. The mounted guards would push them back but they would continue to poke and prod at us, smacking the sticks against the bars as well. I wished they would ride faster. The cart finally pushed through the crowds and stopped in front of a large building. It was made of solid stone and had narrow windows. There appeared to be only one entrance. A number of the guards continued on, I suppose towards the main building. "Take care of these slaves," the Captain said. The man nodded and moved to the back of the cart, throwing open the door. He stepped inside and unlocked the post holding us in place. I could feel Robin shaking as they passed the pole between all of our collars. "Out!" The man yelled. We hurried to our feet and ran out of the cart. We were ordered to kneel in the mud in front of the doorway. Each girl did so, without hesitation. When I exited the cart, the Captain grabbed me by the hair. "Not...you," he said, leaping off his mount. He spun me around quickly and lashed my wrists together behind me with a piece of twine. He then turned me around and attached a leash to my collar. "You have an appointment with Kamaras." He hopped back on his mount and we started moving back through the streets. I looked back to see Robin kneeling there, her eyes full of tears. She was on her own. All the girls were on their own. I felt sorry for them. At least I had some idea of what was going to happen. These girls were in for the shock of their lives. I took one last look back and felt a tear in my eye. The Captain yanked on my leash and we moved faster through the city. The streets were mostly deserted. I did occasionally have someone run behind and slap my ass. "SLAVE! SLAVE!" the women would yell. I looked disgusted. Apparently, I was no better than a common street beggar...less so. She was free. I was a slave. The men would grab my ass or my breasts. The Captain would push them away, but they would smile. At one point, I was groped by a group of teenagers. Their hands were all over me. I nearly stumbled and fell. The Captain shooed them away and they left, laughing and cheering...patting each other on the back. Soon, we arrived at another large white building made of huge stones. The Captain dismounted and a man took his mount. he said a few words to him and we passed him into the doors. They were also huge, probably 12 to 15 feet tall. We walked through a large hallway, ornately decorated, and into another huge room. Golden banners decorated the walls and piles of gold were scattered along the walls. I suppose this was some of the spoils from the raid on Sermis. I was pulled to the end of the room, where a large throne sat. Seated on it, was Kamaras. He looked the same as before except he now wore bright robes and this time his hair was clipped short. I could see a large scar on the side of his face. To one side was another slave, chained to a ring mounted into the floor. The chain was just long enough for her to kneel next to him. She glared at me, as if I were competition for her Master. He noticed this immediately. She put her head down. I knelt quickly next to the Captain. Kamaras turned to the girl next to him. "To my sandals, Eta," he said to her. "Yes, Master." She quickly and affectionately fell to her belly and kissed the tops of his feet. She moaned slightly as she did, stopping once to look up at him with big puppy dog eyes. The man leaned back in the throne, occasionally switching feet for the girl to kiss. "This is the one, Captain?" he asked. His voice was deep and gruff. It reminded me of a grizzled old sailor. "It was difficult to tell before." "Yes," he replied. "The white-silk girl." Kamaras nodded. I saw that his eyes roamed all over my naked body. I felt more vulnerable now than I ever have. "The new barbarian," Kamaras said, "who speaks and understands Gorean." He leaned forward, pushing the girl off his foot. She slid back, kneeling. She was beautiful, her face beaming. "I love you, Master," she said as she moved back to her spot. He looked at her and she blushed, lowering her head. Suddenly, I felt jealous. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be that slave, kneeling by her Master. I wanted to beg for his touch and be pleasing to him. He struck her quickly with his hand. She fell to the floor, the chain pulling on her collar, nearly choking her. "Silence Bina or you will be beaten and thrown to the guards," he replied. Kamaras stood up and walked down towards me. I put my head down in submission. "She kneels well," he said. "How is it that a barbarian, new to our world, understands our language and is trained?" I looked up at him. His presence made me shake. I tried to hide my nervousness and speak...nothing came out of my mouth. The Captain slapped me hard across the face. I fell to the floor and held my cheek, tears in my eyes. "Must a question be repeated, kajira?" he said. It was more of a statement than a question. "I...I.." I tried to speak. I was scared. Really scared. For the first time since that night in my apartment, I feared for my life. The Captain raised his hand again. Kamaras touched his shoulder. "Step back, Captain," he said. The Captain did as he was told. "Nadu, Kajira," he said. I immediately went back to position; kneeling down, knees apart, head down, hands on my thighs. "Let's see what she can do." He clapped his hands and another slave brought him the whip. She crawled across the room with the handle in her teeth. "Slave paces, girl." For what must have been 20 minutes, Kamaras put me through my paces. He barked the orders slowly at first, but soon sped up the commands. Each move repeated over and over again. My body ached from the exercise. Kamaras smiled again when he was satisfied. He nodded and walked back to the throne, sitting down. "Can you dance?" he asked. "A bit, Master," I replied. My body was sore and I was covered in sweat. Kamaras tossed the whip to his Captain. "Since you took such care in bringing her here, you may test her dance to see if she is pleasing," Kamaras said. "Stand, kajira," the Captain said. "You will perform the whip dance, girl," Kamaras said. "If you perform badly, white silk or not, you will be hauled off and given to the guards for pleasure." I shook again. "Begin!" he commanded. I remembered that the whip dance was more about moving before the powerful men than it being a choreographed dance. The Captain uncoiled the whip, shaking out the lashes. He moved around me, pacing, slowly. He was smiling. The Captain cracked the whip over my head. I took this as my symbol to start. I wriggled to the floor as if to avoid the strike. I moved lower and lower, moving my body slowly to the floor. My hands were in my hair, pulling through it, as if to cover my ears and stretch out my arms. Once on the floor, I leaned back, my arms at my sides, one knee up...protecting myself more from the powerful man standing before me. I was vulnerable...more than I ever had been. It excited me. My training had been so strong, that I began to feel myself becoming wet. It began to feel as if I was having an out of body experience. All I could feel was the Captain in front of me. There was nothing else; no throne room, no Kamaras, no other slaves..nothing...just me and the whip.. He cracked the whip again and I rolled over to my stomach, rising again to my knees. I placed my head down, hands behind my neck and moved them up to my head again. I then threw my arms out and placed them in front of me as if in submission to the Master. The Captain laughed and cracked the whip twice more around each of my sides. I slid one way and then the other as if to get away from him. I slithered my body along the floor, turning towards him, lifting my head, my eyes looking up at him. I tried to make it seem as if I was pleading for mercy. I saw him lick his lips and return my smile..although his was sadistic and evil. I was back on my knees again, moving faster. My body was gyrating like a low class stripper, writhing as if the whip were being struck against my body over and over again. I would throw my hands up to my face, tossing my head back and forth, hair flowing over my shoulder and in my face. The Captain, obviously excited by this, cracked the whip continuously around me. I thought I felt it hit my cheek once, which set my body on fire. I screamed, falling back. My head hit the floor and I twisted, continuing my dance. The feelings and tingling going through my body were amazing. I had trouble concentrating on anything...my body seemed to move on its own, another feeling of that out of body experience. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Kamaras sitting at the edge of this throne...watching me intently. The whip cracked one more time and I crawled towards the Captain, looking up at him. I wanted him. I wanted to feel his body close to mine. I eyes pleaded with him. He grinned and cracked the whip once more. I touched his leg with my fingertips.... "STOP!" Kamaras yelled, leaping to his feet. His voice brought me back to the present. He ran down the steps, grabbing the whip from his hands. "NADU, KAJIRA!" he yelled. I did as I was commanded. I didn't dare disobey. My chest was heaving and my body and hair were covered in sweat. I hoped that I didn't do anything wrong. As much as I had been trained by Master Lolar, there was still so much I didn't know about Gorean society and customs. He shook out the whip again and flung the coils around my neck over my collar. My eyes opened wide. I didn't know what to do. I looked up at him, pleading. "Master..." "We are not finished, girl," he replied, his voice coming in deep breaths. "Fight me, slut. Fight the whip around your neck. Try to stop me from taking you, although you know that it is useless." I put my hands up to the whip around my collar, pulling on the lashes. I was really trying to pull against Master's strength. I leaned back, staying in a kneeling position, pulling on the whip. I could see him smiling, pulling hard...not hard enough to hurt me, but hard enough to let me know who was in charge. He pulled harder and more forcefully on the whip, dragging me across the room. I fell from my knees to my stomach and rolled to my back. He grabbed my hair and easily pulled me across the room. "MASTER...MASTER!!" I yelled. He chose not to hear me. I was dragged for a bit more and then pulled forward to Master's hands. We stopped and pulled me on to a fur rug. He quickly attached a chain to my collar and then to a post in the floor. I looked up at him; his eyes were wide and I could see nothing but lust in them. My body was already excited; seeing him over me put me over the edge. He climbed over me, pinning my hands down over my head. I breathed heavy again. He didn't even bother removing his clothes and I didn't bother to fight him anymore. "You will be white silked no longer," he hissed as he spread my legs with his feet. I moaned, anticipating what was to happen next. I would still feel the lash of the whip around my neck. I gasped as I felt him enter me. I thought for sure he would rip me apart. I spread my legs as wide as I could and he took that opportunity to push in even deeper. The pressure on my wrists was unbearable as he held me tighter. He pushed in and out of me, harder and deeper. I threw my head back, moaning as I tried to match his rhythms, our bodies moving as one. He grunted and groaned as he took me. He took one hand off my wrists and slapped my ass hard as he continued. I screamed and almost came right there. His lips pressed close to mine and he kissed me, hard, nearly pushing me into the floor. My head began to swim. I couldn't concentrate on anything but this....this amazing man lying on me. I felt his body tense up and my eyes flew open. He was going to explode. "MASTER!! MASTER!!" I screamed. 'UUUUHHHHH!!!!!" he yelled as I could feel him finish. He began to fill me, my body taking all the he could throw at me. Suddenly, I felt my body shake and begin to take over. As he finished and kept thrusting, I came as well. My body arched into his, wanting him to go even deeper into me. I could feel myself letting go and leaking all over my legs. I screamed again, but this time the scream of helplessness, the uncontrollable screams of a woman in the throes of pleasure. "AAAAIIIIII!!!!" I screamed as he finished. My body shook hard, I was no longer able to control myself. He finally finished and pulled out. I could feel myself leak again on to the rug under me. I tried to lean up. I wanted to hold this strong, powerful man in my arms. Now I knew how the slave girl on the throne felt when she kissed his sandals. "Oh Master....Master," I moaned. He stood up and fixed his tunic. I could see above me the slave girl, looking at me with hatred in her eyes. All eyes in the room were upon me, except for the Captain of the Guards. He left the room after the whip dance had ended. "Nadu," he said to me. I went back to the pleasure slave position. He walked back to the throne and sat down. The slave girl immediately rushed to his side. "Let Eta serve you, Master. Eta is better than that barbarian girl." She pleaded. Kamaras touched her softly on the cheek and she moaned again leaning into his touch. "Another time, Eta," he said. "Call for Sweet." A moment later, a tall woman with deep brown hair and an outfit that could only be described as Amazonian, entered the room. She wore a collar like the other girls but did not kneel when she entered the room. She also carried a very long whip. "Sweet, take this new girl to the kennels. Have her branded, right thigh, cleaned and washed, then put to bed," he said. "Yes, Master," she replied. Her voice was loud and dominant. I shook again a bit. She walked over and unleashed me from the post, then picked me up as if I were a doll and put me on my feet "You performed well, girl," Kamaras said. "For a barbarian," he finished, laughing. "Did anyone give you a name?" I thought about it a moment. "No Master," I said, sounding, I'm sure, somewhat surprised. "What was your name before you came to us?" he asked. I paused a moment. Harold, I thought?? "Never mind, girl," he said with a wave of his hand. "You are a pretty thing. I shall call you.... Leyli," he finished. Sweet poked me with the whip handle. "Thank Master for your name." "Thank you for my new name, Master," I said. "WHO thanks me?" he asked. I looked to Sweet. "Use your name, girl," she whispered. "Leyli thanks Master for her new name," I replied. He smiled and laughed again. He handed a small pastry to the girl chained to his chair and tossed another to Sweet. "Give this to Leyli after she is branded," he said. She caught the pastry, getting icing all over her fingers. "Yes, Master." She then dragged me out of the room. "You are lucky, Leyli," she said. "The name Master gave you translates to beauty in your native language." She licked the icing from the pastry off her fingers. "I believe...that Master likes you." She laughed as we headed down the hall. We went down a large flight of stairs into room. It was large and dark except for a a small oil lamp hanging in the corner. The walls were blocks, but you could feel the heat from the fires even at that far distance. In the room was a rack, they call it a branding rack and I was walked over to it. Sweet gestured that I lay upon the rack, which I did. There was a man, hidden in the shadows turning a large piece of iron in a fire of coals. He walked over and attached the two metal bands, one to each of my ankles and one along my thigh, and then pulled my arms up and attached them to the bracelets that dangled there. He then pulled my body very tight, so that there was no possible way I could move. "Right thigh," Sweet said. The man nodded and began touching my right thigh softly, checking out the smoothness of my skin. He walked back to the brazier and checked the pokers feeling if they were hot enough....... ***Mom and Dad, I will spare you of the details of my branding. Needless to say, it was the worst pain that I have ever felt. Imagine being branded like a calf. White hot lights flashed before my eyes and I screamed as I've never screamed before........ ****I'm sorry. At that last point, my Master saw me cry and ordered me to stop writing for the night. He was going to make me stop completely, but I begged him to let me continue. Chapter Ten Third Hand, Fourth Day of the Month of Se'Kara One Year Ago ***Mom and Dad; It has been 3 days since I last wrote. After three months, I was allowed by Master to have some clothes. Sweet came to me that evening and tossed the item to me as if it were garbage, but to me, it was like the most beautiful dress in the world. He gave me a small camisk that barely covered my thighs, the brand on my leg very visible. I treasured that piece of clothing. Master could take it away at any time, but for now it was the only thing I owned. I had been in the house for almost a year and had become Master's favorite. There were many nights, adorned in silks and belled, that I was called to his room to give him pleasure. I would lay with him, touching him, feeling his warm body next to me and yield absolutely as he took me. I learned quickly what he liked and what he did not. This made the other girls angry and they took their aggressions out of me. Sweet would turn her back as the other girls pushed and kicked me. And there was no reason to tell Master. I had mentioned it to one of the guards once. He quickly slapped me. I lay there, my face stinging and tasting the blood in my mouth. I looked back and saw the other girls laughing and pointing. I began to cry. Sweet walked back to me, taking me by the arm. "Masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves," she said. She looked out into the pens. The girls were chatting and helping to dress each other for the evening. There had been lots of feasts in the past few weeks. I was told it was for the Fair of Se'Kara which was this month. "The girls are jealous of you, Leyli," she said. "They see the way that Master looks at you and they strive for his attention." "What can be done about that?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Nothing. Continue to be pleasing to Master," she replied. That evening after the feast, pastries were brought to the pens. Each girl received one, but I received two. I could see the look in their eyes, but it was too late. Soon, one had her hands in my hair and another stole them from me. She wrapped her hands tighter in my hair, pulling my head back. Two others grabbed my arms, pulling them back. "Ow! Let me go!!" I yelled. One of them ripped my silks off, tossing them to the other side of the room in a ball. "Look! Lovely Leyli," one of the other girls had said, taking the pastries in her hands. She pushed her hands together, crushing it and letting it drop to the floor. The other girls laughed as she licked the icing from her fingers. The rest of the girls ate their sweets as I was held there and watched. They even made noises as they ate, smacking their lips as they finished them. I began to cry again. Sweet sat in the corner on her mat watching and slowly eating her treat. I had no one to help me. The outside door opened and one of the guards entered the pens. The girls quickly knelt down, letting me go and faced the door. I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes and turned also to face the guard. He smiled at us, opening the door. "Leyli, Kamaras wishes to see you," he said. I stood, naked but for the bells on my ankles. They jinged as I walked. I stepped slowly out of the cell and followed him up to Master's room. As we entered, Master was laying on his couch. He stared at me and smiled. I walked in, beautifully, and knelt by the foot of his couch. "To my lips, lovely kajira," he said. I rose to my feet , but not standing and kissed him deeply on the lips. My body quickly began to ache and quiver and I could feel myself becoming wet. He pushed me back, licking his lips. "I do not taste the sweets that I sent you. Have you eaten them?" What could I tell him..that the girls stole them from me? 'Masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves,' Sweet had said. "I am...saving them, Master. I will eat them later when I return to the pens," I said. He looked at me. He knew I was lying. "Do you what happens to lying slaves, Leyli?" he asked. His hands slid down to touch the whip on the floor. "Yes, Master. They are beaten," I said, moving off the couch to kneel before him, my head down and palms up in submission. "Did you eat the pastries that I sent for you?" he asked again, slowly, his fingers curling around the whip. "No, Master," I replied. "The girls stole them from me." He stood up, picking up the whip. "Turn your back to me, hands before you," he said, calmly. I did as he commanded quickly so as not to upset him again. I could hear him uncoil the whip. "I do not care about what happens in the pens, girl," he said. "But I will not abide being lied to by a stupid slave girl." I heard the crack a second before the pain went searing through my body. I had been hit with the whip before, but knowledge of his didn't make it any less painful. I gasped, trying hard not to scream. He struck again, quickly, not giving me any time to recover and I fell to my hands and knees. I felt the heat coming from me and bit my lip hard. "Position, girl!" he yelled. I knelt back up again, tears running down my cheeks. The third one was the worst. This one felt harder and hurt more than the other two. I bit my lip harder and could taste the blood on my tongue. I began to cry harder and fell back to my hands and knees. "MERCY, MASTER!! PLEASE!! YOUR SLAVE GIRL BEGS FOR FORGIVENESS!" I screamed, my head flat against the floor and body struggling to stay upright. He struck once more, then he threw the whip to the floor in front of me. He kicked me hard in the side and I groaned in pain. Master then walked past me and opened the door, yelling for a guard. The Captain of the guards entered. "Take this lying slut and throw her to the guards and then bring me Apryl," he said. The guard walked in, lifted me easily to my feet. "MASTER, PLEASE!!" I yelled again, but to no avail. He had already moved back to the couch and sat down. The Captain grabbed my leash and I was taken down the hall to the guard's quarters. He kicked open the door and I was tossed roughly on the floor. "A present, from Kamaras," he said. "Use her well, then return her to the pens." I looked up to see five guards sitting there. They stood up and grabbed me by the hair, throwing me to the furs. Suddenly, I had hands all over my body....their fingers pawing at my flesh. I squirmed, trying to get away, but it was no use. My body betrayed me, becoming wet and excited at their touches. One man lowered his pants, his hard cock thrust in my face. I opened my mouth and greedily took him, sucking hard. I was then flipped to my stomach on all fours and quickly taken from behind. I moaned loudly, my body aching again to be touched and used as a slave girl should be. The other stood by, each waiting their turn. One knelt next to me and began to play with my breasts, touching my nipples and pinching and pulling on them. A feeling of electricity shot through my body and I moaned louder, squirting juice all over the one man's hard cock. He pushed faster and then exploded, shooting his load deep inside me. As soon as he was done, one of the other men threw him out of the way and pushed himself inside me. I was roughly used again and exploded as the man whose cock was in my mouth shot his load. I swallowed quickly, trying not to choke as he pumped a few more times. I opened my mouth to catch my breath, finding another cock to take the place of the one that just exited it. I sucked hard on that one, again my body betraying me becoming wet and exploding all over the cock inside me. I screamed as the front man exploded, choking on his orgasm and coughing cum out of my mouth. The final man, unable to control himself, jerked off covering my hair and back with sticky goo. Once they had all used me, a guard lifted me easily to his shoulder and deposited me back in the pens. I landed roughly on the floor, next to the pastry that was dropped to the floor. I took my finger to taste the icing. At that moment, Apryl returned, purposely stepping on the sweet and pressing the icing into the floor. I drew my finger back and began to cry. Sweet walked over to me, lifting me by my arm and slowly depositing me on to my mat. I tasted the men in my mouth and drew my knees up to my stomach, rocking slowly and moaning. "Quiet in there, slut!" a guard yelled passing by. He pounded the whip handle against the bars. "Or I'll have you beaten." I bit my lip and began to cry again. I felt soft hands on my neck and in my hair. I looked up to see Sweet rubbing them gently. I rolled over so that my head was on her lap. She let me lay on her, touching me softly and humming quietly. Chapter Eleven Twelfth Passage Hand, Second Day of the Twelfth Month Seven Months Ago A great feast was planned to celebrate Southern Cities Carnival. As I said earlier, Master had been throwing smaller banquets for the past few months and we had all be serving and being used by the various guests of the house. I had also been dancing at every one. Master smiled as I danced. I made sure to catch his eye and keep his attention. He seemed pleased with me, but since our incident with the pastry, I had not been called to his room or to his side once. My silks swirled and the bells on my ankles jingled loudly as I danced in the sand pit. My body was covered in sweat. At Master's side, as she had been months, was Apryl. She lay there, adorned in beautiful silks and cosmetics, feeding dates and other fruits to Master in between stolen kisses. My face became red as she did this, my rage building. I looked around the room again. The men stared at me, some licking their lips, some staring in pleasure. I could have any man in this room..anyone that I wanted. I sighed to myself. I wanted my Master. I ached for his touch and wanted to kill anyone who took that from me. The music stopped and I fell to the floor, exhausted. Men stood slapping their right shoulder with their palms and hooting wildly. I smiled and quickly ran off to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine to serve. There is no rest period for us tonight, Sweet said that before the night began. "There will be many men here tonight." She had said. "Some of them are special friends of Master. You are to be exceptionally pleasing and utterly beautiful tonight." She looked directly at me and I blushed hard. "Be sure, all of you," she said again looking at the rest of the girls. "I will beat you if you are not." She had clapped her hands and we all ran out into the room quickly...ready and eager to serve. When my dance was finished, I took my bottle and ran straight to Master. I knelt beautifully before him, the bottle outstretched in my hands. "Leyli brings Master wine. She hopes that it, and the girl, are pleasing to Master," I said. It was a bit direct. I hoped that I wouldn't be beaten for taking such liberties. Master looked at me and waived his hand, shooing me away. I saw Apryl smile evilly. He pointed to another girl, a new barbarian called Linda, and called her over. She had just arrived at the house a few days ago and she had much to learn. She ran over quickly, kneeling before Master as I had a few moments earlier. He took the wine, pulled out the cork with his teeth and downed half the bottle in one gulp. He put down the bottle and grabbed the girl in his strong arms, kissing her deeply and then doing the same to Apyrl. I gasped...crying a bit. But I had no time to sit and wallow in pity. There were dozens of men needing service and I was going to do my best to take care of them. I floated around the room, effortlessly, serving Master after Master. A few tried to paw me and I teasingly moved away from them. They smiled and drank their goblets happily. If any of those men wished to use me, I would of course have to oblige them. As a slave, I had no choice. But my heart wasn't in it. I needed to know. What happened? Why did Master no longer desire me? My bota empty, I dashed back into the kitchen. Sweet was there, checking to make sure that everything was perfect. I placed my bota on the counter and walked over to her. "Sweet...may...may I ask a question?" I asked shyly. She looked up from her chores, smiling. She nodded, refilling the bota of paga. "Why doesn't Master....want me anymore?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes again. "Have I not been pleasing? Have I not been obedient? What did I do?" I asked, my voice raising up. Sweet, startled by my raise in voice, looked around quickly. No one seemed to notice and she put her finger up to her lips, shhhing me. "I am not privy to information passed between Masters," she said quietly, then leaned in close. "I have heard though that Master was mad at you for lying to him about the pastries. I know that Master does not like lying slaves. He feels that leads to distrust and other offenses of omission." She touched my hair softly. I purred at her touch. "Is there any way to redeem myself?" I asked. She shook her head. "No, Leyli. Master has many slaves to choose from. If one becomes displeasing to him, he will not call her to his room or give her any special treatment." She touched my shoulder again. "I am sorry." My face flushed and I ran out of the kitchen. "Leyli! Stop!" she yelled. I didn't listen and went directly to Master's feet. I knelt before him. Sweet ran out of the kitchen after me, but stopped just past the doors. Master sat on his couch, laughing and tickling Apryl when I knelt down. He stopped, looking at me sternly. "Why are you not serving our guests, girl?" he commanded. "There are many thirsty men here." "Master..." I said, shaking a bit and trying to get my confidence back. "May a slave speak?" He stood up quickly, knocking the girl on his lap to the floor. "Must a question be repeated?" he yelled. The music stopped. All eyes looked to the platform where Master was standing and to me kneeling there. "No Master," I replied. "A lowly slave wished to ask Master a question is all. May a slave speak?" My voice was shaking as I spoke. I could feel the eyes of all the guests and slaves on me. "No." He replied, sitting back on the couch. "Get me the slave whip, Leyli. Bring it in your teeth." I nodded and crawled towards the wall. I could hear the bells on my ankles jingle again as I made my way over there. I found the whip on a small table. I reached up and took it in my teeth and turned slowly. My knees rubbed against the cold marble of the floor and I could feel the pain as I crawled back to Master. I dropped the whip on the floor before him and kneeled again. "Into the circle again, girl! This time, you will dance the whip dance as the whip is being used on you," he said. I gasped again. I have felt the lash from Master more times than I'd like to. I wasn't looking forward to it, especially when he is in this kind of a mood. "And strip yourself!" I stood and quickly moved to the dirt circle, my head down in submission and removed my clothes. I felt the cool wind against my body and shivered. I knelt as Master followed, uncoiling the whip. He shook out the lashes and snapped it a few times over his head. The men at the feast began to strike their shoulders in appreciation. "Play!" he yelled to the musicians. The music stared and Master's whip struck me on the thigh. I yelped and moved sensuously to the side, my arms above my head moving slowly. I continued to move, keeping my eyes on Master's whip hand. He noticed my look and struck me again, this time on the stomach. I closed my eyes for a moment, tears welling up in them as I continued. My feet slid across the dirt in the circle, standing on my toes and spun slowly away from him. The whip cracked across my back, sending a sheering pain through my body. I fell to my knees and moved like a snake. The whip cracked another time and this time I screamed, holding my hands up to my head and pushing them through my hair. Again, I felt the heat from the whip on my back. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling myself becoming wet once more as Master ordered the music to increase its speed and volume. The whip cracked against the back of my thigh and I fell to my belly. The pain was making it more difficult to concentrate on my dance. I knew I had to keep going. I couldn't displease Master any further. He struck me on the bottom of my foot and I jumped up and began to spin...faster and faster. The men in the room roared and applauded. "Again! Whip her again!" one yelled. "Yes! Make her feel the sting of the lash!" another said. I could see the girls serving paga and the men grabbing them, holding them tightly and putting their hands all over the girl's bodies. The girls would turn to watch me, watching Master's rage. Sweet stood at the kitchen door, her eyes wide with fear. Master, his eyes still red with fury, struck the whip across my neck and it looped around my collar. I touched it, grabbing at it as I had been taught, pulling on it and trying to get it loose. This time, though, it was not a game. This time, Master was serious in pulling me towards him. I shook, but his power and rage excited me and I felt myself dripping down my legs. Master continued to pull, taking his time but each time he yanked the whip, I was nearly thrown off my feet. I finally stood face to face with him. His teeth were pushed together and his eyes were wild. He kissed me deeply on the lips. I leaned into the kiss, though it was only for a second, before he pulled away. Suddenly, he struck me with his hand, knocking me back to the floor. The blow was hard enough that my head landed in the dirt. I touched my lip and saw that it was bleeding. "Lesha!" he yelled. I immediately placed my hands behind my back, a few inches apart and ready for slave bracelets. Master snapped his fingers and a guard brought the bracelets that were placed on my wrists. "Stand!" he yelled. I stood up and stood before Master, the marks for the whip noticeable on my body. My body burned. He attached a leash to my collar and held it in his hand. He looked through the crowd. "My friends," he said. "Please accept my apologies for this interruption, but it leads very well into the next part of this evening." He snapped his fingers and pointed. "Lina, Bella, Teela, Apryl. To my feet." The four girls moved quickly to stand beside Master and I. Apryl looked confused. "For many weeks, my friends, you have come to my house and seen and used these sluts for your pleasure." Master smiled. "And you have all had amble opportunity to assess and place your bids for these girls." The five of us stood next to each other, our mouth gaping open. Some were unable to speak; others began pleading for Master's mercy. He silenced them all with a wave of his hand. "Bring the sheets!" he yelled. Sweet, standing by the kitchen doorway, walked in slowly and handed Master five sheets of parchment. I shuddered. We were all about to be sold. Each of the girls were sold for between 8 and 12 copper tarsks. Apryl was sold for 10 coppers. She screamed and cried as she was led off, even grabbing at Master's pants while she left. The man who bought her, a tavern Master from Ti, had to bind her hands and put wadding in her mouth to stop her from screaming. When it was my turn to be sold, Master looked at the sheet and smiled. "25 copper tarsks to Portous, the Tavern Master of the Slave Bells!" he screamed. I blushed but smiled. I had been sold for more than any of the other girls, but still I had been sold. Men slapped their shoulders with the hands and yelled. As I had said earlier in this letter, Portous was a large man, slovenly, with a huge brown beard and dirty, long wavy hair who smelled like he hadn't showered in two weeks. Master handed the leash to him and he smiled. He had yellow teeth with pieces of meat stuck in them. Master shook Portous' hand and looked down at me. "Master? Please do not sell me," I whined. "Have I not been pleasing?" "It is too late, little Leyli. It is already done," he replied. Portous pulled on my leash. I stayed where I was. "May a slave speak, Master?' I asked him. Kamaras pointed to Portous. "HE is your Master now. You must ask him." I turned to him. "May a slave speak, Master?" He nodded. I turned back to Kamaras. "I had hoped I was pleasing, Master. But Master stopped sending for me and stopped using me. Was it that night with the pastry that started this, Master? Please...." I was pleading, tears in my eyes. I needed to know. What did I do? Why did he stop using me? "I love you, Master," I said. Kamaras looked at me and kissed my head softly. "Take her away and use her well, my friend," he said. "Safe travels, Portous." "I wish you well, Kamaras," he replied. Portous pulled me along on the leash and almost dragged me out of the room. I looked back to see the festivities starting again. Master climbed back to his couch and Cindy, a barbarian girl who had only been in the house for a few weeks, knelt by her side. I began to cry. Portous saw me and tugged harder on the leash. "Come along, girl. It is a long ride back to the Tahari." I moved faster down the hall. He led me out of the door and into a wagon waiting outside. There, he handed me off to another man who removed my collar and attached a new collar which showed that I now 'Belonged to Portous of the Slave Bells'. The man put me into the wagon a slid a post through the ring on the collar. He then attached ankle bracelets to me and slid a post through there. "What do they call you, little one?" Portous asked. "Leyli, if it pleases Master," I replied. He shook his head. "It does not please me. You are now...Tana," he said. "Yes, Master. I am Tana." He smiled. "Take her along to the Slave Bells, clean her up and put her to work. I will take a later caravan and see you there." The man nodded and climbed into the driver's seat and cracked a whip to move the tharlarions along. I watched as for the second time, a city drifted off into the distance and noted again, also for the second time, that I had no idea what was in store for me there.