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The usual disclaimers. This story is about the gang ra pe and beating of a slavegirl. If this offends please don't read it.
[Author's note: The following is an adaptation and extension of a scene fromJohn Norman's "Slave G irl of G or" published by Daw Books, 1977.I highly recommend the entire ? G or? series for any interested in sci-fi orthe RPP genre though most of the content is tame compared to the G host. My story goes where even Tarl Cabot feared to tread...].
I stood in the field loosening the soil with the hoe. It was hot work, andI was a delicate girl. M y soft f ra me was hardly suited for this backbreakingwork. As I worked, I thought of the first boy on Earth who had touched me,his trembling hand, and the hurt and embar ra ssed look on his face when Iturned away as he tried to kiss me. Since being brought in chains to G or,the Counter-Earth on the exact opposite side of our sun, I had learned thatnot all men tremble in fear at the thought of kissing a woman. Some men relishthe thought of kissing a woman, especially if the woman is a beautiful helplessslave girl, t ra ined like an animal to please his every need. M any men fromEarth would consider freeing a slave ra ther than using her body for his pleasure.The G orean's have a saying: ?Only a fool frees a slave girl.? G orean menare exposed to sex at an early age. ?If she pleases you, run her down? is anoften heard piece of fatherly advice given to teenage sons in G orean cities.Does a slave not expect slave ra pe on occasion. G oreans do not choose tosuppress the natu ra l urges of men. Sex between state slaves owned by thevarious city states spread through ought the planet and boys' visiting thecity is very common. It is one of the entertainments provided by most citiesand it is the G orean way of taming the otherwise unruly natures of boys atany age. Even in the country, where I was now, more than 60 miles from thegreat city of Ar , there were services available at the village tavern justfive miles away. The owner had two girls, one her master bought from a pagatavern in Thentis. Now the lucky girl serviced dozens of men and peasant boysfor a very modest price.
G or is a dangerous world for women but it is not barbaric, most of the womenused in paga taverns or as prostitutes enjoy their work. M ost paga taverngirls only last for a few years because as soon as they begin to lose theirheat, they are beaten and , if they fail to improve, sold to a private master.M ost women are slaves owned by Private masters ra ther than tavern or stateslaves. Since it is technically illegal to use a Private slave without hermaster's permission slaves with private masters often fare better. A challengeand duel to the death is not unheard of in cases where a slave was used withouthis master's permission. However, despite the legal and societal prohibitionsagainst taking the property of other men, ra pes are somewhat common. Usuallythey are overlooked as long as the slave is only ra ped and not injured andany torn or damaged clothing is replaced at cost. On balance it is a reasonablesystem and order is readily maintained without the neuroses caused by the Earthsystem of suppressing the natu ra l male drive. G orean's choose to exercisetheir manhood.
Sweat poured down my face and my back ached as I worked the hoe into the ground,over and over again. I was, by Earth standards, a very beautiful woman. I stood5 foot 2 inches tall and weighed just under 110 pounds. On Earth I had keptmy hair short but G orean masters prefer long hair in a slave girl. M y longblond hair reached down almost to the small of my back. I had ample breastsand many masters have complimented me on my figure. I should have been a pleasureslave working in the towers of Ar, not breaking the hard dirt of a peasant'sfield but it was completely my fault. M y M aster had been a great warrior,a Captain in the army of Ar, but I had tried to bend him to my will. As punishment,he had given me to the peasant Thentis to seal a t ra de agreement.
Thentis owned 3 farms totaling more than 150 acres of fertile land. He alsoalready owned 4 female slaves and 4 male slaves. He had a wife- a large, cruelfree woman. He had little use for me but he understood why my former masterhad given me away. Accordingly I was put to work in the fields. I worked thedirt from dawn to dusk, pounding on it with the Hoe. I wore a small kerchiefthat covered my head and protected my face from the sun and a Ta Tee ra . TheTa Tee ra is a simple, sleeveless garment that comes above the knees and istied around the waist with a strip of binding fiber. Slaves were not permittednether garments. They must be available for the use of the masters in a momentsnotice.
Thentis had only used me a few times and had commented that he was not pleasedbecause my delicate body was unable to take his pounding. Thentis was a verylarge man, in all ways and I was sure he would split me open. Later I was ableto please him with my mouth so he was mollified and agreed that he would notbeat me because there was nothing I could do about accommodating an organ hissize. Thentis was a leader in the small village of Tabak 's Ford, but he hadenemies.
Suddenly I st ra ightened myself. ?B ra n Loort!? I cried.
He stood a few feet from me, a coil of rope in his hand. M y hands clutchedthe handle of the hoe.
He looked at me, his face growing amused.
I flung it down. A girl dares not ra ise a weapon against a free man. Somegirls have been tortured or had their hands cut off for so much as touchinga weapon.
?I have come to fetch you Dina,? he said.
I looked about and saw them approaching boldly from the front of the field,3 b ra wny boys. They were carrying something in their hands. I turned to theright and saw 4 more boys approaching quickly. I spun and ra n but there weremore of them coming from the left. In a panic, I started to scream hystericallyand run towards my master's house, screaming for help, calling on him to saveme.
But my master was not able to save me that day. One of the boys threw a weightedrope at me and I fell, rolling in the dirt. They were on me in an instant.Eleven village boys in all surrounded me, leered at me. The remaining coilsof rope dangled, whiplike, from the hands of Loort and another of his cohorts.The boys pulled me to my feet.
?She is the clever girl who eluded us in the game of girl catch in the village,? saidone of the lads.
? G reetings, clever girl,? said another.
? G reetings, M aster,? I said to him.
I extended my wrists crossed for binding to Loort.
?You are going to take me to me master,? I said.
He laughed.
I drew back my wrists and looked about, fearfully. The boys approached moreclosely about me.
I spun, and attempted to run, but fled into the arms of one of the other youngmales. He seized me by the chin and stuck his tongue into my mouth before Icould do anything. It was not even like a kiss, more like a cruel violation.Then he threw me into the center of the circle. I tried again to break thecircle and was again rudely g ra bbed and viciously fondled before being flungback to the center. They were now close about me.
I extended my wrists to B ra n Loort, crossed. ?Bind me,? I said,?and takeme to my master.?
I saw the boys smiling.
Trembling, I sh ra nk back, almost into the arms of the other young cohorts.
I looked pleadingly at my captor. ?Are you going to ra pe me, Loort,? I asked,begging him with my eyes, my lips quivering.
?And more,? he smiled.
Then, after a long pause while he examined my body through the Ta Tee ra hesmiled again.
?Tonight you will be a feast and a festival to us.?
I trembled.
?Hold her? he said.
Two of the boys g ra bbed my arms.
?Ankle leash her, both ankles,? he said. This was done and I stood still whilefour of them tied ropes around my ankles.
?Put your arms out at the sides.?
I did so and then stood before them, double wrist leashed, ropes knotted onmy wrists
All of my limbs were double leashed, held by ropes in the hands of two differentboys.
B ra n Loort looked at me. I knew I must please him. I glanced around at theother boys leering at me. Their eyes terrified me. I had seen men blind withlust before but this was different. They wanted to hurt me.
?Are you docile and coope ra tive??
?Yes M aster,? I whispered.
?Strip.?
I reached for the bottom of the Ta Tee ra , preparing to slide it up overmy body. I hoped they would soon be done with me. Suddenly the rope on my wristwent taught. I could not reach the coarse wool.
?Strip?, said Loort. He swung the coils of rope, whiplike around in a circle.I tried to reach for the bottom of my garment with both hands and they werestopped, inches away by the ropes on my arms.
Loort looked at me. ?You are a rebellious slave.?
?No, no? I cried. Wildly I tried to reach the top of the Ta Tee ra , thatI might rip it down and expose my breasts to him.
?Rebellious slave.? Loort swung the coils of rope overhand and struck me onthe bare shoulder. At the same time, another boy behind me struck across thebacks of my bare thighs. By means of the ropes on my arms and legs I was takendown hard to the soft dirt. M y arms and legs were spread eagled on the groundand I struggled and screamed as Loort and the other boy hit me again and againwith the ropes. M any of the lashes left welts on my body even through thethin Ta Tee ra . After a time my struggles lessened and I started to howl inpain, my tears turning the dirt into mud. Rudely, I was d ra gged to my kneesin front of Loort.
He g ra bbed me hard by the hair and looked into my eyes. There was dirt onthe side of my face ?We will show you what happens to a rebellious slave. Bringher.?
M any are the cruel tricks that can be played on a slave who was, as I was,double wrist and ankle leashed. Sometimes they threw me forward or backwards.Sometimes they carried me between them. They made me fall as they wished eventhough it might be into a tree or on rocky ground. They made me walk acrosssharp rocks and g ra vel at the edge of the lake until my feet were so bloodyI was sure they were permanently scarred. Whenever I would balk at walkingon the stones or c ra wling across the rocky ground I would be encou ra gedforward by a stocky blonde boy carrying a thick paddle. He struck me repeatedlythroughought the cruel march, my burning bottom causing me to stumble. Oncethe cruel boys bent me over a fallen tree and he hit me as hard as he coulduntil I howled. After he had hit me with at least 7 hard wacks with the paddle,I was sure that my bottom was bleeding. I looked behind me and touched thecheeks of my butt, looking for sings of blood. I could only feel and see thatmy butt was a dark purple color. The skin was hot and th rob bed mercilessly.Still the march continued. I had taken at least 10 bruising smacks with theheavy wood paddle and had been hit dozens of times by the stinging ropes. Idid not know if I could live through the march.
Finally we stopped near a thicket bush surrounding a clearing by the stream.The bushes in the thicket were very thorny, some were seve ra l inches long.I looked at Loor pleadingly.
?You are still clothed? he observed.
?Let me tear off my clothes and bare the body of a slave girl for your pleasure? Icried.
?Strip?, he said. I cried in misery as the ropes prevented me, once again,from reaching the garment.
?You have apparently not learned your lesson. Let the thorn bush strip her,? hesaid.
By the ropes I was d ra gged into the middle of the thicket. Rudely I wasd ra wn through it. The thorns ripped at my body, I screamed for mercy. I wasshown none. I closed my eyes so I would not be blinded. When she was d ra wnfrom the thicket, her body a welter of gashes and linear wounds, the Earthgirl slave was naked.
Then I was forced to kneel and my arms were w ra pped around a tree. The boys,striking many times, put me well under rope discipline. As I kneeled there,shuddering under the cruel blows of the rope, my face against the bark of thetree, weeping hysterically, I could not believe they could be so cruel to me.
Then they turned me over. M y legs, by means of the ropes were pulled widely,painfully apart.
I realized then that I had bested these boys in the game of girl catch lastweek. I did not now feel clever. I would now pay for my cleverness.
I cried out as the leader was the first to have me. He was not gentle, butwas harsh and cruel. The beatings I had been given and the harsh treatmentwhich I was subjected had left me dry and tight and hardly prepared for thisonslaught against my most delicate and sensitive parts. With a grunt, Loorttried to enter me all at once and I cried out in indescribable agony. The painwas far worse than the beatings the boys had inflicted on me. It felt as ifLoort was burning me with a b ra nding iron between my legs the pain was sobad.
M y ra pist reared back on his knees pulled out and then, while holding mychin in place with his left hand, slapped me hard on the side of the face,leaving a bruise on my right cheek. "You can be beaten for insufficientheat, slave," he said. Then he spit on his hands and used this to lubricatehimself. He grinned down at me and then motioned for the boys holding my anklesto spread them even wider apart. The burning between my legs expanded to ahot, agonizing pain on the insides of my legs as the muscles were stretchedtaught. The boys, using the rough ropes tied to my feet pulled my ankles evenmore widely apart and d ra gged my legs up so they were very far apart andmy back was painfully bent. I was then lying on just the upper part of my back,which was bent almost double. M y arms, ropes on them, were held by two boysstretched painfully tight at right angles to my body. M y ankles were verynear pa ra llel with my head and my pelvis pointed st ra ight up into the air.
Loort grinned down at me as he rubbed himself and then, using his shoulders,pushed my legs even more widely apart making me cry out in pain as the burningon the inside of my legs became unbea ra ble. I feared the muscles would snapthey were stretched so tightly. Then, cruelly, with no preliminaries, he enteredme all at once and I felt a terrible, sharp pain deep inside my body as heslammed into my cervix. Loort was big enough to hurt me if he wanted to and,held in this position by the boys, I was fully opened to him, totally unableto get any leve ra ge to tilt my hips and control the depth, if even a tinybit. This let him hurt me as much as he pleased. Each merciless thrust increasedthe pain and tears ra n down my face. There was nowhere to go, I could barelymove. The boys even held down my arms with the ropes so I could do absolutelynothing to cushion the relentless pounding that caused a terrible sharp paindeep inside my body with each hard thrust. I did not know if I could standthe pain, which was far worse than anything, I had ever felt. Loort may aswell have been stabbing me, repeatedly, with a hot knife, over and over.
Then, p rob ably as a joke, Loort lifted my face almost gently with his handsand whispered in my ear. "Kiss me slave." I felt his mouth coveringmine, forcing my lips open and filling my mouth with his tongue. I squirmedand struggled but it was useless. I was a slave and would feel exactly whatthe master wanted me to feel. M y master for the moment wanted me to feel histongue in my mouth as he violated me, as he ra mmed me full of sharp, agonizingpain, over and over again. I whimpered into his open mouth, in pain and humiliationand, thankfully, my struggles and cries of pain seemed to excite him even morebecause in a moment he was spent.
The next boy who ra ped me was much more gentle or, I fear, I would have diedunder the eleven boys, who, one after another, ra ped me as I lay, tied byropes on my ankles, held in the hands of two boys.
The third boy entered me deeply and then pulled me on top of him. I sat astride,grinding my hips into his, taking the hard organ into me, and working everymuscle in my body to please him. He was very handsome and I began to heat upas he ordered me to move my body to please him. Then he pulled me down fullyonto his body and whispered in my ear for me to kiss him. I put my lips onhis and slipped my small pink tongue into his mouth as I continued to grindmy body against him. Suddenly the blonde boy struck a heavy blow onto my bruisedbuttocks with the paddle. I screamed in agony, as the pain made my body convulse.The boy beneath me seemed to take immense pleasure as I screamed into his openmouth and spasmed uncontrollably around him. It only took 2 more heavy blowsof the paddle before the boy beneath me started to spasm.
The fourth boy signaled for the others to turn me over. By the ropes, I wasflipped over and my ankles were once again pulled apart. He entered me quicklyand the ra pe was over in just a few seconds.
After that, the horrible burning pain from the mass ra pe stopped causingundue pain. I think my body had become numb. I could no longer cry. I justlaid there, a helpless vessel as one after another boy used my body for hispleasure.
One of the boys became angry at my air of indifference. He cuffed me untilI responded and then had me ra ise my legs in the air. He seemed to take specialpleasure in making me cry out each time he would thrust deep into my body.He took a long time with me, pulling out slowly and then, with a hard and violentthrust, would jam himself into me, hitting the sensitive tissue at the verybottom and making me cry out in pain. By the time he had finished with me,I was sobbing hysterically. On the whole, however, most of the boys did notseem particularly interested in making me cry out in pain.
When they had all had their sport with me, I thought it was over, but littledid I know that the cruel boys had other plans. The boys who had been takingturns holding my ankles and arms apart released them and Loort ordered me togo to the stream and clean myself. I could not stand, and could barely evenc ra wl as I followed his orders and d ra gged myself to the stream. The boysleered at me as I, trembling, washed my stinking body and scrubbed off thedirt and blood. I looked at the boys watching me and knew that they had notyet finished with me. I only hoped I would be strong enough to take furtherpunishment that they might choose to inflict on me, but looked in there eyesand knew instantly that they would not show me mercy.
Loort lay down in the g ra ss on his back and motioned me, naked, to cometo him. "Please me," he grinned, pointing at himself. I c ra wledto him, head down, on my hands and knees, tears running down my cheeks, I chokedback the sobs and began my task. Loort g ra bbed the back of my head by thehair and forced himself into my mouth, causing me to gag and almost chokingme. M y head felt light and I was dizzy. I tried to relax, reminding myselfthat I had done this for other men on hundreds, if not thousands, of occasionsand tried to concent ra te on completing my task. I ra n my tongue over andover him and used my hands to help with the job.
It would not have been so bad if the boy who had been so cruel to me duringthe ra pe had not become impatient. He approached me from behind, rubbing myflanks and poking the numerous welts running down my backside. I had, of course,served men like this many times before and realized that this might help mesatisfy all the boys with my limited supply of energy. The boy behind me rammed himself hard into my body, rekindling the sharp pains that had subsidedinto a dull th rob throughout my lower body. Then I felt him pull out and hishand came down on my back, holding me in place. At the same time, Loort g rabbed my hair with both hands. Despite the terrible pain in my head as Loortripped out chunks of my hair, I pulled my mouth up and cried out: "Pleaseno master, not like that, I'm not ready, please stop. Please stop." My cries were to no avail and he kept up the relentless pressing, forcing himselfinto a new, tighter, place. I choked back sobs of pain and humiliation as mybody stretched to receive him. Loort was kind enough to allow me to let outa long groan of pain before pulling my head down onto him again.
The boy behind me was not so kind. "Keep your head down, slave." Iheard from behind me followed by a sharp slap against my bottom and a particularlyhard thrust into me. I could not help but cry out; the pain was so sharp anddeep.. I was sure that something had torn inside my body. This time Loort hada better grip on more of my hair and when I screamed and pulled away he thrustdeep into my throat I gagged uncontrollably and could not breathe.
The boys continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, but was p robably only a couple of minutes before I felt the boy behind me pull out. Loortlifted up my head and quickly stood up. I watched as he circled around me asthe other boy sat down on the ground in front of me. He was dirty, with myblood on him, but I was a slave. "Yes master," I said.
While at least one boy pleasured himself from behind me, I pleasured eachof the eleven boys for a second time, the aching in my jaws was almost unbeara ble. Often they would make me stop as I pleased them so as to make it lastlonger. Some of the boys held my hands so I could only touch them with my lips,laughing at my despe ra te attempts to reach for them. Often during the ordealI thought I would choke to death.
Seve ra l of the boys, one at a time, ra ped me for a third time, each usingme for some time before releasing me.
I then lay on the ground, naked, filthy, in terrible pain throughout my bodyand wondered how they could be so cruel to me. Then one of the boys, usingthe ropes that were still on my wrists, tied my hands tightly in front of mybody and d ra gged me, staggering, scarcely able to stand to the foot of atall tree. I fell down as soon as the boy released me. Then he threw the longend of the rope over a low lying b ra nch and jerked the free end. I was rudelyd ra gged to my feet, then, painfully, to the tips of my toes and finally,I was jerked into the air and swung in a circle with my toes just inches fromthe forest floor.
From behind me I hear the voice of Loort. "Although you were pleasingtonight, slave, you were not pleasing before, and must still be punished."
"Please master," I cried, " I have been punished, please don'thurt me any more." M y squirming caused me to twist and swing enough tosee behind me. I felt a terrible cold chill throughout my body and shudderedto see Loort st andi ng behind me with a heavy slave whip. The whip was blackwith five heavy studded leather belts attached to a thick staff. The studswere made of hard, black leather and I could instantly see that this was nota slave whip that is typically used on women. The usual slave whip used ona woman's body contains five smooth, soft leather blades. A blow from thiswhip causes excruciating pain but does not mark the woman or tear her skin.I knew the studs from this whip would tear at my skin and p rob ably leavepermanent marks on my body. The whip was at least seven feet long.
"You think you were punished because you served us. Now all of us aregoing to have to beat you, slave. I told you could be beaten for insufficientheat."
I screamed, but there was no sound. All of the breath went out of my bodyas a wave of pain washed over me and I almost lost consciousness. There hadbeen the terrible sound of the harsh leather striking my back, and then thepain.
The first lash had caught me across the lower back, in that extremely sensitivearea, leaving five long welts running all the way across my back that mixedwith and deepened the welts that the boys, in the rope beatings they had givenme, had chosen to inflict on my body. The next slash hit me in almost exactlythe same spot, and despite the ferocity of the blow, the skin of my back wouldnot tear open. I could no longer cry; I suppose I was in shock by this time.The next blow struck at my backside. Already the boys had covered it with brightred welts with the harsh ropes that had repeatedly struck me and when the secondblow from the studded whip hit my backside, I could feel a wetness start totrickle down my legs. I knew my butt was bleeding but the terrible, burningpain seemed to blot out all of my thoughts. The beating continued and the blowscontinued to fall. After the seventh blow, mercifully, I felt a blackness closingaround me.
But the boys did not see fit to show me mercy. I was rudely awakened witha bucket of cold water in my face from the stream and let out a long moan andstarted to sob as the agony screaming from every part of my body washed overme. I heard some of the boys laughing behind me and felt a sudden anger atthese men who were tormenting me, who had so abused my body, who were continuingto torture me. But I knew that anger in a slave girl is meaningless. Withoutany warning, another blow from the harsh whip opened up my lower back and Icried out again and again, begging for mercy, my will completely broken.
Each of the boys beat me with the slave whip that night and I lost consciousnesstwo more times during the beating, each time to be rudely, in pain, awakenedby chilled water thrown on me. M ost of the boys only gave me one blow, almostas a coup-de-g ra s that confirmed their mastery over me.
The last boy to use the whip, however, was the one who had ra ped me so cruelly.He took seve ra l minutes with me and I lost count of the blows that he struck.He made certain to ext ra ct the maximum amount of psychological and physicalpunishment that remained before I, for a third time, was beaten unconscious.I would hang there, unstruck, waiting for the next blow to fall. Was the beatingdone? As soon as my head would clear and my body would relax, just a littlebit, another blow from the heavy whip would fall. After an eternity, my headwould not clear and I stopped reacting to the blows of the whip. I have nomemory of being cut down from the tree.
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