Harem Girl of Gor Chapter Seven
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Harem Girl of Gor: Studio Outtake
The final chapter of the Emma trilogy should be posted next week, but in
the meantime I thought I'd post a couple of 'outtakes' from the various
books that never made it to the final draft. This is one of them, and it
would have appeared somewhere in the middle of 'Harem Girl of Gor,' after
Emma's experiences in the slave pens of Banu Hashim.
This was originally written before I decided that Brinn would buy Emma
outright at the Oasis. I originally envisaged that Emma would be bought
by someone else (that someone else then became Brinn in the final draft)
and there would be a couple of chapters of her being a slave girl in
Patashqar belonging to another owner, before she made an escape only to
run into Brinn and end up in his collar.
In the end I decided it was a diversion from the main story line and I
ditched this chapter (and never wrote the ones the would have preceded
it) and had Brinn buy her at the Oasis instead.
So pretend you've read two to three chapters of Emma having been bought
and owned by a rich merchant in the city, and now we find Emma in very
resourceful mode, intent on finding a way out of her collar. Looking back
I'm not so sure now that she would have been quite this competent so
early on after her ordeal in the slave pens. But still, it pays homage to
many scenes in the official Gor books where na?ve Gorean Free Women are
tricked into slavery due to their innate curiosity towards what being a
slave girl might feel like. In particular it pays homage to the scene in
Kajira of Gor when Tiffany is escorted by her guard into a slaver house.
I'd already played on that theme towards the end of Mistress of Gor when
Emma (as Felice) is taken by Seremides into one of the slaver houses in
Patashqar to meet a local Kur agent. This however sees Emma have the
upper hand and do the escorting.
I quite enjoy the scenes in the Gor books where the female character
seems ridiculously oblivious of what is about to happen to her, and slips
further and further into a terrible predicament without realising it, all
the while the reader obviously knows what's happening. This outtake
chapter very much follows that theme.
Here's how one of the alternative story-lines might have looked
otherwise.
Harem Girl of Gor
Chapter ??: I guide my curious Mistress through the 'Maze'
I had never seen a city like Patashqar before. It occupied an important
position on the trade route between the east and the west and was
therefore a melting pot for men and women of many races. It was within
the great walls of Patashqar that I had my first Master, after being sold
in the market place by Seremides.
The city was a vibrant mixture of colours, scents, sounds and
experiences. Taharian men and women dominated here and I soon understood
why. Their warriors were better armed and armoured and more expertly
drilled. There was an efficiency and vigour here that was missing from
the desert sands where tribes seldom made alliances for long.
My new Master owned a large town house within the more affluent area of
the city, away from the shrieking markets and the narrow winding streets
of the labyrinth like centre ? an area nicknamed the Maze by the thieves
and cutthroats who lived there. His trade was in hashish ? a hard resin
like drug that induced a pleasant euphoric feeling in those who smoked or
ate it. It grew in the east and was imported by caravans through the
desert, following the silk routes that had originally been the primary
source of wealth for Patashqar and other cities and towns founded along
that way.
My slavery within the city was easier than it had been in the slave pens
of Banu Hashim, for I was kept clean ? my hair was long and healthy
looking and I wore clean clothes. I enjoyed two good meals a day and my
work, though hard, wasn?t cruel. Provided I did as I was told I could
enjoy a bearable life. But the possibilities inherent in Patashqar made
me dream of freedom. At night as I lay in my straw filled pen I would
touch the steel collar around my throat and try to remember the soft beds
in Kurgus's villa in Corcyrus before Seremides had betrayed me.
?Mistress is late,? I said as the cloaked and hooded figure of Myrwynn
entered the upstairs room of the seedy and run down inn that stood close
to the Maze sector of the city. The woman?s hand shook as she closed the
door and lowered the hood of her cloak to reveal a soft, beautiful
Taharian face framed with long olive dark hair.
?You told me not to be seen leaving the house. I had to wait until our
guards had completed their sweep near the back gates and then I made my
way through the leather workers district for anonymity?s sake.?
?That was clever of you Mistress.? I stepped forward to help the woman ?
my Mistress - remove the heavy embroidered cloak. Underneath it she wore
a long multi-layered gown of pale blue silk and underneath that there
would be a slightly longer white cotton shift to render the silk opaque
and decent. ?You spoke to the House Master about me??
?Yes ? I did as you suggested. He will not include you in the role call
tonight. He will not expect to lock you in the pens. I told him you would
be serving me this evening.?
I smiled softly. ?That was well done, Mistress. You did well.? Then I
hung the cloak up on a wall peg. ?I brought something for you to drink to
calm your nerves.? I indicated a decanter on the bare table, alongside a
ceramic cup.
?That was thoughtful of you.? The Free Companion of Abid sat down on the
only chair within the room and smoothed down the silk around her legs as
I poured a small measure of the liquor into the cup and presented it to
the woman. It was strong liquor ? a local drink that resembled brandy.
Myrwynn coughed a little as she sipped it.
?Please drink all of it, Mistress. It will help.?
The Free Woman nodded and did so, taking five swallows before the cup was
empty. She felt a burning sensation in her throat and stomach, but as
promised she did feel a little calmer now.
I knelt by the chair so that I could unlace the calf length boots that
Myrwynn wore. They had two inch heels to raise the hem line of the skirt
above the dust and sand that covered the city streets after the desert
winds had blown through the city.
?Can I see my disguise?? asked Myrwynn as she flexed her toes and touched
the rough wooden floor. The boards in this room were sanded but not
varnished and so the grain felt harsh against her soft feet.
I smiled and took Myrwynn?s hand, guiding her to her feet. I ignored the
question for the moment and fussed around the fastenings of the silk
dress, peeling it away in layers. ?This will be an evening to remember
Mistress.?
?I hope so. But I feel very nervous. I will be safe in the Maze, won?t
I??
?Slaves are safe enough in the maze, Mistress. No one bothers them much ?
they have nothing worth stealing after all.?
Myrwynn stood in her white sheath like under garment and crossed her arms
about her chest as I moved to hang the silk dress up beside the hooded
cloak. ?But I?m not a slave...?
?But tonight you will be disguised as one. And no one will know the truth
if they look at you.?
Myrwynn had been curious for some time what the Maze was like. Her life
after all was boring in comparison. As the Free Companion of a
politically arranged relationship she enjoyed none of the love and close
companionship that came through relationships of the heart, and with Abid
often away for long periods of time conducting his business affairs she
was left to sit in the safety of her courtyard garden during the day and
read books at night. Abid had companioned her because she was well
educated and of a high caste, and that meant that as a desert born
outsider he would be grudgingly accepted amongst the ruling classes of
the city. That she was beautiful too was an added bonus to his prestige.
I wasn?t too sure what Myrwynn had gained from the companionship, but I
suspected it was probably money. Many of the blue blood families were
heavily in debt to the money lenders and a companionship to Abid would no
doubt have cleared those debts away. Myrwynn had few friends in this city
and so for the last few months she had confided more and more to her
personal body slave. I had dutifully listened with interest as the young
woman spoke of her loneliness and her isolation; of the feeling of being
trapped behind the high walls within the mercantile sector of the city. I
in turn had often spoken of the exciting and colourful Souks I had found
within the Maze sector ? of the lights and the carnivals; of the
jugglers, the clowns, the acrobats, the story tellers, the dancing girls,
the streets lined with alcoves selling all manner of goods ? some legal
and some not. But whenever Myrwynn had expressed an interest in seeing
the place, I had always paused and reminded her that it was not a safe
place for Free Women to venture into.
?But you walk there without any concern,? Myrwynn had said after I had
told her of an open air street theatre that had staged a comedy by the
popular playwright Giovanni D?Avinon.
?Slaves can pass freely of course. You would have nothing to fear if you
looked and dressed like I do.?
The seed had been planted, and for several weeks it nurtured and grew in
the Lady?s head until one day in early Autumn she had spoken the words
that I had waited to hear.
?If I looked like a slave... resembled a slave... I could walk there with
you, and see the things you describe??
?Oh yes, Mistress,? I said as if this was something that had never
occurred to me in a million years. ?You would see such wonderful things.
Mistress is very clever. That possibility had not crossed my mind.?
Myrwynn blushed at the thought and added, ?My Free Companion of course
would not need to know. He is away on business for three weeks, leaving
at the weekend. I could travel with you one night and be back at home by
the morning. It would be our secret, dear Emma.?
?What a clever Mistress I have,? I said. ?You think of everything. Why,
it would be a simple enough matter to make some excuse so that you would
not be missed for an evening.?
?Yes, yes, that could be done.? Myrwynn thought of several possible
excuses for being absent for a night that she could give to her household
staff. ?This would be discrete, yes??
?Oh very discrete, Mistress. No one would know where I would take you.
Absolutely no one. You no doubt have in mind a plan where I rent a room
in a house close to the Maze quarter itself, a room in which we could
meet early in the evening and change your clothes??
?Yes ? that sounds sensible.?
?My Mistress is so clever. She thinks of everything. I have just the
place in mind. An Inn where rooms can be rented for a few hours and no
questions are asked. The owner is only interested in coins.?
?It is an exciting thought, Emma.?
?Yes it is, Mistress.?
The conversation had occurred three days ago, and now tonight the woman
stood in her under gown in the discrete and quiet room on the second
floor of Reynard?s Inn. I had paid Reynard in advance and had told him
that he would see a cloaked and hooded woman arrive, but that he should
ignore any comings and goings after that. He raised a curious eyebrow but
at the sight of the minted coins in his hand he agreed not to ask any
questions. He thought it was strange doing business with a slave girl,
but when I assured him I was acting on the behalf of my Mistress who had
provided me with the money, he accepted that as the likely truth. Where
else would I have acquired the coins from after all?
There were multiple laces tied in small bows down the length of the back
of Myrwynn?s under gown. I loosened each bow and carefully slid the final
garment from the body of my Mistress. Myrwynn was now more bared than I
was, for as a slave girl I at least wore a white sleeveless tunic and
sandals. It was a common tunic for slave girls ? cheaply available in the
markets. The design was essentially a long panel of cloth with a hole in
the centre for the head. The material then hung down the body, leaving
the sides bare. A belt was tied with a slip knot around the waist,
holding the material in place, covering both the front and back of the
slave. Commonly in the city the hemline fell halfway to the slave?s
knees.
Myrwynn was expecting to wear a garment like mine and she was surprised
therefore when I instead produced a long silk scarf from the tabletop. I
hung the scarf ? it was white and semi-transparent ? around Myrwynn?s
neck and arranged it so that the two lengths fell in equal measures over
the front of the woman?s body. The lengths of silk were crossed in an x
shape over Myrwynn?s breasts and then drawn between her legs, pressing
closely over her sex. I drew the ends behind my Mistress and crossed them
again, belting the ends around the woman?s waist. I then knotted the ends
in a slip knot, on the left side of the women?s body. The free hanging
wisps of silk dangled from her left hip enticingly, brushing against her
bare knee.
?I don?t understand,? said Myrwynn as she felt the tight silk across her
body. ?Why have you done this??
?You can?t go onto the street naked, Mistress.? I stepped back and
admired my handiwork.
?What else will I be wearing??
?Nothing Mistress. Just that.?
?Emma!? Myrwynn looked shocked, and more than that ? she looked scared at
the prospect of being seen by men like this. ?This is outrageous! I will
not walk the streets like this! No ? my mind is made up. I made a
mistake. The evening is now cancelled. We shall instead return...?
?Sssh!? I suddenly placed my fingers to my lips and looked very worried.
?What?? Myrwynn looked alarmed at my sudden reaction although she didn?t
understand what had triggered it. ?What?s wrong??
?Did you not hear, Mistress??
?Hear? Hear what? I heard nothing??
?Stealthy feet in the corridor outside our door ? approaching very
quietly.?
?No... I heard no such...?
?There it is again!? I took hold of my Mistress?s arm. ?There are men!
Men outside! It is as I feared!?
?Emma! What is going on?!?
?Oh Mistress... we are in such danger...?
?Danger?!? Myrwynn allowed me to take her into my arms as her ears
strained to hear any sound behind that wooden door.
?You must have been followed by slave hunters who operate on the fringes
of the Maze! Oh my poor Mistress! They must have seen a hooded and
cloaked woman entering this Inn on her own! Oh Mistress! I should have
considered the possibility! And now they will find us here alone...?
?What do we do??
?We must flee... while we still have the chance. There is a fire escape of
sorts outside the window. Quick! Hurry!?
?But my clothes!? Myrwynn was still clad in just the wisp of silk
stretched around her slim body.
?There is no time! Quick! Before they realise what we are doing!? I led
Myrwynn to the window and helped her through onto the steps outside.
Despite the urgency I found time to scoop up a small sack that I had
already placed beside the window before Myrwynn arrived. We ran down to
the first floor where we had to jump the final distance to the alleyway
below. Together we landed on the street below.
?Where to??
?The Maze ? we must hope to lose them in there ? they will be watching
the street outside the Inn. Come.? I took my Mistress?s arm rather
forcefully as I led the frightened woman deep into the labyrinth of
winding streets that was the Maze district. ?Whatever you do, don?t run
in the Maze. If you run the people here will think you have something of
value. Walk slowly ? swing your hips ? think like a slave.? My hands
moved to Myrwynn?s waist.
?You?re posing me! Like a slave!?
?Sshh! Don?t attract attention to yourself here. You?re just a slave now
if anyone looks at you. Just a common slave.? I pulled my Mistress into a
recessed doorway as a couple of thieves strolled past on their way to
perform a couple of burglaries that night. One of them pinched Myrwynn?s
ass as he strolled by and the woman let out a sharp yelp in surprise. I
meanwhile had reached into my small Hessian sack. ?Just one more thing.
Turn round and face the wall, Mistress.?
?Why?? Myrwynn did as she was told, but she was confused by this sudden
and unexpected turn of events. Right now her heart was beating furiously
with fear and a sense of desperation. She felt vulnerable dressed like
this, lost in the pitch dark of the side streets of the Maze district.
The only light came from street lanterns, but more often than not many of
them had gone out for lack of oil.
?I need to complete your disguise, Mistress.?
?Disguise? It?s a bit late for that isn?t it? Oh!? She gasped as her hair
was lifted away from the back of her neck and a cold steel collar
encircled her throat.
?You will attract too much attention unless you?re collared, Mistress.?
?I don?t want to be collared!? She tried to push away from the plaster
coated wall, but I pushed her forward again to hold her there gently.
?It?s for your own good, Mistress.? The collar locked shut with a click.
Myrwynn?s hands flew to the steel around her throat and she felt a number
of fine marks engraved into the surface of the metal. ?Surely you
understand the necessity? Look at you ? you are dressed like a pleasure
slave in that thin silk scarf... without a collar you would not belong to
anyone in which case the first man who saw you like that would take you
for himself. Is that what you want? To be seized, and locked in steel,
and raped? To end up on an auction block? Is that what you want
Mistress??
?No, no... of course not!?
?Then you understand why you must be collared??
?Yes, yes... I?m sorry Emma...? The touch of the collar was worrying. Surely
she now looked like a real slave?
?You could be a little more grateful, Mistress.?
?Thank you Emma, thank you... please look after me...?
?You understand I am only doing this for your own good??
?Yes, of course you are! I will wear the collar. Of course I will. There
is writing here on this collar. What does it say??
?I do not know Mistress. It is too dark for me to read. It is probably
just a standard script of some kind that denotes who you belong to.?
?Where did you get the collar? Does it belong to my house??
?No Mistress, it does not. It belongs to the House of Draco.?
Myrwynn turned round and pressed her back against the alley wall. She was
lost and collared in the most dangerous district of the city. Only I knew
that way out. ?The House of Draco? What is that??
?A tavern of sorts I believe, but that is surely not important now. It is
only a disguise after all.?
?Help me Emma!?
?I am Mistress. We are safe now, I think. But be quiet. I must listen for
footsteps.?
I meanwhile produced the second item, also held within the Hessian sack.
?Stand very still Mistress. The light here is dim and I need to attach
this to your collar.?
?Attach what?? The light was bad in the doorway of the alley. The nearest
street lantern was over twenty yards away. Myrwynn felt something click
against a ring that hung from her collar.
?A leash Mistress. Just a standard slave leash.? I gave it an
experimental tug and found it controlled Myrwynn very well.
?Why have you leashed me?!?
?A precaution Mistress. The streets are very dark ? I wouldn?t want to
risk us being separated. You wouldn?t want to be separated from me in the
middle of the Maze would you?? I looped the free end of the tether
several times around my left wrist.
?No! No, I wouldn?t, Emma... I?d never find my way out alone...? She was very
scared now, imagining she could hear the quiet footsteps of the supposed
slave hunters somewhere in the distance.
?Then you understand the necessity of leashing you??
?Like a slave??
?Yes, just like a slave.?
Myrwynn nodded quickly, though she didn?t like the idea of being leashed.
That too made her look like a slave. ?Are they close? Can you hear them??
?I think so, yes ? we had better move deeper into the Maze to lose them.
Come, follow me ? take quick steps.?
?My feet hurt ? there are so many stones and the dry sand is harsh
against my soft feet...?
?Quiet, Mistress ? do you want the slave hunters to hear you??
She fell quickly quiet as she hurried along behind me ? a leashed and
collared slave as far as any of the inhabitants of the Maze were
concerned. We passed quickly through more bewildering side streets ?
streets that I knew well from the many errands I had run through them in
the past months. At night the Maze was very sinister and Myrwynn found
herself shrinking back in fear whenever strangers approached.
?I want to go home.?
?We can?t go home. Not with you dressed like that. But don?t worry
Mistress, I shall hide you somewhere safe.?
?Please, Emma ? don?t tug the leash like that ? there is no need ? I?m
following you as quickly as I can!?
?But Mistress, this is how slaves are led. Do you wish the men here to
grow suspicious? Do you want them to guess that you are not truly a
slave??
?No... but...?
?But what??
Myrwynn fell silent as she continued to follow me, even when I gave the
leash another sharp tug. After ten minutes of confusing turns through the
cramped streets, I paused at a recessed door in one of the alleyways.
?This will do. We can hide you here until the slave hunters pass by.?
Myrwynn glanced up. There was a lantern burning above the door and a
sign. She read the words and stiffened where she stood.
?This is the House of Draco!?
?Is it?? I gazed up at the sign in surprise. ?What a coincidence. But
what of it??
?The collar I wear... you said it is from the House of Draco.?
I dismissed this fact with a sweep of my free hand. ?What luck! Surely no
one will question your presence here then. Fortune does indeed smile upon
you tonight, Mistress. Come.? I jerked the leash hard and made Myrwynn
follow me into the crowded, smoke filled tavern.
There were no free women in residence here ? just free men ? outlaws,
thieves, brigands, and off duty soldiers. The women that did occupy space
in the tavern were slaves of various sorts and they all wore collars
marking them as the property of Draco.
?I don?t think we should stay here,? whispered Myrwynn.
?We have little choice, Mistress, for the slaver hunters are surely right
behind us.?
?Emma... I really don?t think I have heard them at all tonight...?
?They have tried their best to be quiet, I agree. Look ? an alcove that
is free. We can hide in there.?
The alcoves were set into the walls, and each one was big enough to house
a comfortable looking couch. Men would take slaves there, draw back the
velvet drapes and enjoy the girls in relative privacy for the price of a
copper coin. It was to one such alcove that I force marched my Mistress.
?Let us return to the Inn, Emma. I think we should risk the slave
hunters, for I truly haven?t heard them...?
?Oh Mistress, I can?t let you take such a foolish risk.? I took Myrwynn?s
hand and pushed the woman onto the couch. Several men had noticed us with
interest, and so I quickly drew the curtain back. Myrwynn scrambled
around on the couch and as she did so her left foot brushed a short
length of chain that was attached to the alcove wall.
?What is this??
I picked up the length of chain and demonstrated the workings of the
steel ankle clasp at its extremity. ?A slave bracelet, Mistress, attached
to a length of chain. It is used to secure a girl and keep her safe.?
?Safe?!? Myrwynn couldn?t believe her ears.
?Yes, a girl is quite safe when she is secured. Give me your ankle.?
?No!? Myrwynn pulled her ankle away, but I simply grabbed it and snapped
the ankle clasp in place. My Mistress howled and tried to leave the
alcove but the length of chain didn?t permit her to pass through the
curtain. ?Where is the key??
I shrugged. ?You would have to ask Draco. I do not know his arrangements
in such matters.?
?We can?t stay here!?
?Plainly you can Mistress. You are quite well secured.? I checked the
coupling of the chain to the wall and was quite satisfied that even the
strongest of men would be unable to pull it free without the use of
tools. ?Now I am going to leave you for a while. You must be quiet
otherwise you may attract unwanted attention to yourself.?
Myrwynn?s face went white and she began to plead with me but to no avail
for I had already left the alcove, drawing the curtains shut again. I
walked halfway across the floor before a tall man blocked my path and
placed his hand on my ass.
?I don?t work here Master.? I raised my chin so that the man could view
the script on my collar. ?But a girl has just been chained in that alcove
over there. She is currently free for your use if you would care to try
her.?
The man grinned and slapped my ass before he strolled towards Myrwynn?s
alcove.
Ten minutes later I was back at Reynard?s Inn and was hurriedly dressing
in Myrwynn?s fine clothes. This was my chance to escape ? to flee the
city and the confines of slavery ? to be free again! I searched for the
key to the collar around my throat but Myrwynn had not carried it with
her. There was no reason why she should have of course, but it meant that
I would still be collared in steel following my escape. But that was a
problem for another day. Tonight, dressed head to foot as a free woman,
and with the collar hidden beneath the folds of the cloak, I was at last
free again!
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