Hardly had his delicate foot
touched the button than a panel slid aside and two handsome men, of the
most symmetrical form and features with shaven heads and clad in the
purple, plastic tunics of slaves, entered the room and prostrated
themselves before the dais.
At a signal from Sarm they leaped to their feet and stood alertly beside
the dais, their feet spread, their heads high, their arms folded.
“Behold these two,” said Sarm.
Neither of the two men who had entered the room had seemed to notice me.
I now approached them.
“I am Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba,” I said to them, extending my hand.
If they saw my hand they made no effort to accept it.
I assumed they must be identical twins. They had wide, fine heads, strong,
broad bodies, and a carriage that suggested calmness and strength.
Both were a bit shorter than I but were somewhat more squarely built.
“You may speak,” said Sarm.
“I am Mul-Al-Ka,” said one, “honored slave of the glorious Priest-Kings.”
“I am Mul-Ba-Ta,” said the other, “honored slave of the glorious
Priest-Kings.”
“In the Nest,” said Misk, “the expression ‘Mul’ is used to designate a
human slave.”
I nodded. The rest of it I did not need to be told. The expressions
‘Al-Ka’ and ‘Ba-Ta’ are the two first letters of the Gorean alphabet. In
effect these men had no names, but were simply known as Slave A and Slave
B.
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“Rest now,” I told her. “Lie on
your stomach, head to the left, with your legs spread, and your hands at
your sides, backs of your wrists to the ground, palms facing upwards.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
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“You see me in a collar,” I
said, angrily. “You know what a collar does to a woman!”
He smiled.
“I have been owned,” I said. “I have had masters. They have made me this
way!”
“So men do have their vengeance,” he said. “The scheming beauty is needful.”
“Yes!” I said.
“Speak clearly,” he said.
“I am needful,” I said.
“You are more than needful,” he said.
“You may or may not believe I love you,” I said, “but about my arousal, my
need, there is no disputing.”
“That is true,” he said. “You are obviously, now, a needful slave.”
“Please,” I begged.
He left the chair and, crouching beside me, not hurrying, freed me of the
ropes.
“Touch neither me nor yourself,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I moaned. My body was flaming with
He regarded me for a few moments. I moaned.
Then, for a brief moment, he took me in his arms. His hand was upon me,
intimately. “I love you! I love you! I love you!” I cried, jerking in his
hands, pressing against him, trying to cover him with kisses.
“Stop,” he said. “To your belly.”
Then I was on my belly, on the tiles, my hands at the sides of my head,
prone, before his curule chair. He resumed his seat.
I lifted my head and upper body, wildly, agonized, to regard him.
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“Belly,” I said to Feiqa.
Immediately Feiqa, trembling, went to her belly on the stained, sooted
stones near the fire.
“I will not have a slave in my house!” said the free woman.
Feiqa trembled.
“I know your sort” cried the free woman. “I see them sometimes with the
wagons, sleek, chained and well-fed, while free women starve.
“It is natural that such women be cared for,” I said. “They are salable
animals, properties. They represent a form of wealth. It is natural to
look after them as it is to look after tharlarion or tarsks.”
“You will not stay in my house!” cried the free woman to Feiqa. “I will
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“Would you have cried out, Lady
Cara?” he asked.
“Yes!” she said.
“In spite of all I have done to you?” he asked.
“Because of what you have done to me!” she wept. “I would die for you!”
“Why?” he asked.
“A slave girl owes all to her master, her passion, her being, her life,
everything. It is yours, my Master!”
“Belly,” said he to her, and she lay then on her belly, beside the desk,
in her chains.
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“Belly,” he said. I went to my
belly there, in the shoot. I law there on the wood. Beyond this point the
shoot seemed to be level for a way. On the ascent portion of the shoot,
and where I lay, toward the end of that section, there were, every two
feet or so, small crosspieces, these, I suppose, to aid tarsks in the
climb. One was beneath the palms of my hands and my right cheek. Another
was at my belly, and another was below my knees
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I took her by the upper
arms and put her forward, on her belly, on the tiles, and then I crossed
her wrists behind her body, and her ankles. It is a standard binding
position. She then retained this position, not having been given
permission to break it, while I went to the tiles at the foot of the table
and gathered up the two golden straps with which, earlier, she had
simulated the footwear she had worn at the restaurant. I then returned to
her side and crouched down. I then began to tie her, her wrists with one
of the straps, and her ankles with the other.
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274-275
“Belly,” he said.
She slipped to her belly on the deck, her hands up, beneath her shoulders.
She lifted herself a little from the deck, lifting her head, still half
concealed in hood, to Calliodorus and Aemilianus. Her lips were lovely,
and trembling.
“Go to your back,” said Calliodorus.
She lay on her back.
Suddenly she lifted one knee, and pointed her toes. She had realized then,
suddenly, that something was being done to her analogous, in its small
way, to putting a girl through slave paces. She tried her best to be
appealing.
“To your belly, again,” said Calliodorus.
He had hardly spoken before she was on her belly, as before. Quick was she,
she would show him, to obey.
“Kneel,” he said.
She returned to her kneeling position.
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