The crowd parted as she was led through it. Her Twarg guardians had thrown back\nher hood revealing her golden mane and white skin. Head up she swept the crowd\nwith her brilliant blue eyes staring down every gaze she met.
\nA murmur of astonishment followed her. It was obvious that the people gathered\nin the square had never seen anyone like her. By the time she reached a large\nplatform in the centre of the square a steady buzz of excitement was stirring\nthe crowd. Up the steps she went, this time looking neither right not left. She\nwas a heroine after all. She would not show fear or be cowed by the fate that\nawaited her. Mounting he platform she looked out over a sea of people. Were they\nall there to attend the slave auction or had something else brought them? As she\nwas escorted to the centre edge of the platform she knew why they were there.\nThey had come to see her, the strange golden haired woman who had materialized\nin the middle of the desert. She could hear them muttering the name the Twarg\ntraders had given her, White Goddess, Chraga Suhm in their language.
\nShe noticed that she had been placed between two large iron eyebolts that were\nset into the timbers of the platform. It didn’t take much intelligence to figure\nout what their function would be, and it was confirmed a few seconds later when\nthe chains attached to her collar were padlocked to them. But her captors did\nnot stop there. Additional shackles were locked onto each of her ankles forcing\nher to stand with her legs slightly spread. Only when they were sure she could\nnot move freely did they proceed with the next step.
\n“No you don’t,” Kara said as one of the Twarg attempted to remove the simple\ndesert robe that concealed her body from her ankles to her neck. With a deft\ntwist of her arms she sent him tumbling off the platform to the crowd below.
\nA loud shout followed by boisterous laughter followed this outrageous act.\nApparently the crowd thought it great entertainment. The Twarg on the platform\nwith her were not so amused. Muttering angrily they closed in around her. But\nKara did no go quietly. A stranger among the Twarg she was indignant although\nnot surprised that she should be treated like some sort of commodity. Slavery\nwas a vile practice. Angry at her treatment she lashed out at the men who came\nat her.
\nShe was a head taller than any of them and skilled in the fighting techniques\nshe had learned from the Amazons and the Attalans. The first man to reach her\nshe laid out with a blow to the jaw; the second she tossed into the crowd after\nthe man who had tried to disrobe her. But she was heavily outnumbered, and also\nchained to the platform. She could move her arms but could not turn around to\ndefend herself. It did not take her captors very long to figure out that if they\ncame at her from behind she could not respond to their attack.
\nHer arms were seized, the men grabbing her clutching at the cloth of her robe\nand then while she continued to struggle the robe was pulled upward and over her\nhead.
\nKara stood naked, breathing heavily as her almost celestial beauty was revealed\nto the crowd. Once again the cries of “Chraga Suhm” rippled through the crowd.\nKara was too angry to notice the similarity between the name and the term that\nTheran had given her. She had been stripped and humiliated before, but not in\nfront of hundreds of people. Slowly she brought herself under control, quieting\nher breathing and standing tall and beautiful before the waiting crowd.
\nHer imposing presence actually silenced the crowd as they stood in awe of the\nwhite- skinned golden-haired goddess. It was a silence that held until one of\nthe men of the platform spoke. Although Kara could not make out all of what he\nwas saying she understood enough to know that the auction was now underway.
\n“This is what it must have been like for the millions sold into slavery in\nEarth’s dark history,” she thought. “Alone and helpless on a platform, surround\nby those who viewed them only as objects to be bought and sold.” It was both\ncrushingly humiliating and frightening. Fear haunted her as she wondered what\nher master would be like. How would she be treated? What would he want of her?\nShe dreaded the idea that she would soon be completely subject to someone’s\nwill. Bitter experience had shown her just how unpleasant that could be.
\nThe bidding was spirited at first, with hundreds of people participating.\nEventually, however, the number of bidders declined until there were only a few\nwealthy individuals left. Kara tried to remain aloof from what was happening,\nbut she could not help sneaking a look at the remaining bidders. One of them she\nsaw was not even part of the crowd, but was seated above it on a litter carried\nby a dozen men. Like all Twarg men his face was concealed by a hood, but she\nnoticed that he was richly dressed, his clothing heavily ornamented with gold\nand jewels. When he bid he did not speak but simply gestured with one finger.\nKara was not surprised that at the end of the bidding he was the only bidder\nremaining.
\n“This is a great honour for you,” Golden Goddess,” said the Twarg standing next\nto her. “You have been purchased by the Littan.”
\n“The Littan?” asked Kara. “And who is he?”
\nThe man puffed air through his mouth, a sound that Kara had learned indicated\nsurprise or disgust. “You do not know of the Littan? No wonder you were found\nwandering like a naked savage in the desert. He is our honoured ruler and now\nyour new master. If you value your soft white skin be careful how you speak to\nhim. The Littan is most unforgiving of those who insult him.”
\nKara did not answer. So now she was a slave of the Twarg king. Now doubt she\nwould be expected to submit to his will. She watched helplessly as the chains\nthat shackled her to the platform were unlocked from the eyebolts, but still\nheld by several guards. Evidently her little display of violence had convinced\nthe Twarg that they could not afford to take any chances with her. That was made\nabundantly clear when manacles were placed on each of her wrists and a heavy\nchain was secured about her waist. She now wore so much iron that even walking\nwas made difficult. Pulled by her captors she was dragged to the edge of the\nplatform and loaded onto a litter carried by eight men. Two men wearing armour\nrode with her, placing her between them and locking her shackles to the litter\nto ensure that she did not try to escape.
\nThe ride to the palace would have been more interesting if Kara had not been so\npreoccupied with her predicament. She watched for the slightest chance to\nescape, but there was none. The litter was carried smoothly through the streets.\nNo one obstructed its passage no matter how crowded the street was. Upon seeing\nthe flag signifying the authority of the Littan the crowd magically parted\nallowing the men carrying it to pass without even having to break stride. Within\na half hour they were walking into the walled courtyard of the Littan’s palace.
\nOnce again Kara was reminded of the Arabian Nights. The palace was a fabulous\nplace of ornate architecture, splashing fountains, and hundreds of guards and\nservants. She was carried deep within it, finally passing through a heavily\nguarded doorway and into a section of the palace where there were only women. It\nwas here that the litter stopped and Kara and her guards dismounted. Kara\nwondered at this. If this was the Littan’s harem as she supposed it was, why\nwere the men carrying the litter and the two guards allowed to enter?
\nThe inhabitants of this part of the palace were quite different from those she\nhad seen so far, the most striking feature being that she could actually see\nthat they were female. Unlike the other members of Twarg society these women\nwere only light dressed, their costumes consisting of diaphanous multicoloured\ncloth. Kara watched her guards as she was led through the hallways.\nInterestingly they showed little or no interest in the large quantities of\ndelectable female flash that was on display.
\nA middle-aged but still attractive woman came toward Kara as she entered a\nparticularly luxurious room. She was surrounded by female attendants and was\nobviously a person of importance. Coming to a halt a few feet from the heroine\nshe spoke to the guards. “Remove her chains. I doubt she will try to escape.”
\n“Thank you,” Kara said, relived to be rid of so much dead weight. The feeling of\nfreedom as the shackles were removed was tremendous.
\n“You are welcome, my dear.” The women looked coolly at Kara for a few seconds\nbefore continuing. In spite of the fact that she was almost a foot shorter than\nKara the woman oozed authority. “I am Falana,” the woman said. “The Littana and\nbearer of the Littan’s children. I rule here.”
\nBy “here” Kara assumed the Littana meant the harem. She had learned enough about\nTwarg society to know that although the Littan was allowed as many women as he\ncould afford, and that was a very large number indeed, the was only one queen\nand only the queen’s children were considered royalty. The numerous other\noffspring had no legal status other than what the Littan allowed them.
\nFalana was tall by Twarg standards, but Kara still towered over her. Like the\nother women she was almost naked, most of what she wore consisting of jewellery.\nBut there was one disturbing aspect of her attire. Her nipples and been pierced\nand two large gold rings inserted in the openings. The rings were connected to\nelaborate and extensive ropes of gold that extended to a heavy gold collar about\nthe woman’s throat. It was spectacular, but all Kara could think of was how much\nit must have hurt when Falana had received her royal decoration.
\n“Come with me,” Falana said. “The Littan has ordered you prepared and I am in\ncharge of the procedure.”
\nKara didn’t like either of the words Falana used. “Prepared” and “procedure”\nsounded somewhat clinical and quite unpleasant. But she followed obediently.
\nFalana took her to a part of the palace where males were more numerous,\neventually taking her into a room where four male attendants waited. Still\ndevoid of clothing, Kara wondered why males were allowed in the harem at all.
\nFalana gave her an explanation. “Oh, they are not males,” she smiled. “At least\nnot in the normal sense of the word. They were all chosen as young men for their\nlack of interest in women, and then had their sex organs removed as an extra\nprecaution. They are quite unable to have sex or even show any interest in\nwomen.”
\nThe revelation shocked Kara. “What a price to pay for being different,” Kara\nthought. She was beginning to have strong reservations about Twarg society,\nespecially the part that she was supposed to play in it. She had no wish to\nserve the Littan as one of his playthings and she would tell him so when she was\npresented to him.
\n“First you need to be cleaned,” Fulana said, guiding Kara toward a steaming pool\nof water. “You smell like a kapert.”
\n“Small wonder,” Kara thought. “I’ve been riding one for five days.” But she made\nno effort to stop Falana from helping her into the pool. It was only when she\nwas in the steaming water up to her neck that she discovered the male attendants\nwere going to wash her.
\n“No,” she protested I can wash myself.” But they paid no attention to her.\nSurrounding her, they began to give her a thorough scrubbing while Falana\nwatched, an amused smile on her face.
\nEmbarrassed at being washed by two men, albeit severely emasculated men, Karra\nfinally emerged from the tub. But the attentions of the attendants did not stop\nthere. She was then forced to allow them to dry her and comb out her hair. Only\nwhen they were completely satisfied with her appearance was she allowed to\nfollow Falana. This time she was taken to a room that immediately made her\nnervous. The only item of furniture in it was a low bench fitted with iron\nrings. It reminded her too much of the bondage she had been forced to endure\nwhen she had been captured on other occasions. She also noticed that she was\nsurrounded by more than just a couple of male attendants. Several armed guards\nwere now part of her escort. Kara began to feel distinctly uncomfortable.
\n“Sit,” Falana ordered, pointing to the bench. Kara looked at the guards and\nreluctantly seated herself.
\nIt was a mistake. Instantly four of the guards moved in and in a well\ncoordinated effort seized her wrists and ankles pinning her to the bench and\nthen binding each wrist and ankle to one of the rings on the bench.
\n”Let me go!” Kara protested. She was embarrassed at how quickly and easily she\nhad been overwhelmed. The guards might be eunuchs, but they were not\nincompetent.
\n“Sorry I had to order that,” Falana said smiling, “but some of the newcomers to\nthe harem make quite a fuss when they are given their jewellery.” Her face\nindicated that she was quite enjoying Kara’s discomfiture.
\n“Jewellery?” Kara looked at the gold chains suspended from Falana’s swaying\nbreasts and suddenly realized what was about to happen. “No,” she protested. “I\ndon’t need jewellery.”
\nFalana smiled. “The Littan has never seen anyone like you. As a mark of his\nesteem he has decided to honour you with full body decoration.”
\n“I don’t need it,” Kara replied, pulling at the ropes that held her on the\nbench.
\n“It is my duty to see that you are properly ornamented when you go to the\nLittan. It would not be wise to reject his gift and I do not intend to suffer\nbecause of your attitude.” Falana smiled sweetly as she finished. It was clear\nthat she was enjoying the situation.
\nBefore Kara could protest again Falana clapped her hands and several servants\nstepped forward, carrying several trays. These were placed on a small table in\nplain sight of Kara. She noted that there appeared to be a number of surgical\ninstruments on the trays as well as a large assortment of gold jewellery and\ngemstones.
\nFalana approached her carrying a couple of lengths of cloth. “I think you are\nthe screaming type,” she said. “So I think you should wear this.”
\n“No, don’t,” Kara protested, but Falana grabbed her hair and stuffed one of the\npieces of cloth into Kara’s mouth and bound it in place with the other.
\n“Mmmpph!” Kara cried, the gag shutting off any attempt to protest effectively.\nShe pulled wildly at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles in an\nundisciplined attempt to break free.
\n“I think you should sit still,” Falana said. “This is only going to hurt more if\nyou struggle.”
\nUnable to escape, Kara sat still and waited. But she almost panicked again when\nshe saw Falana light a small alcohol burner and begin to heat the end of a long\ncurved needle in the flame.
\nKara broke into a sweat. “This helps to stop the bleeding and prevents infection\nat the same time,” Falana explained as the end of the needle turned cherry red.\n“I will also keep the piercing from closing so that I can insert the jewellery.”
\nKara’s eyes widened in fear as Falana sat down on the edge of the bench, the\nglowing needle in her hand. “First the navel,” she said moving the point of the\nneedle toward Kara’s mid-section.
\n“Mmmppphh!” Kara screamed as the needle sizzled through her flesh. Smoke from\nher burned tissue rose into the air as Falana held it there for what seemed an\neternity of pain. Probably it was no more than a few seconds, but the agonizing\npain had a way of proving Einstein’s theory.
\nFalana twisted the needle in the wound, clearly enjoying her work. “A diamond, I\nthink,” she said to one of the eunuchs. “That will go very nicely with your\ncolouring.” She selected a diamond-ornamented gold stud from one of the trays of\njewellery and, removing the needle, inserted it into Kara’s navel. “Yes, that’s\nvery nice. Now for the nipples.”
\nKara twisted while Falana reheated the needle, but there was no give to the\nropes that held her. Cursing Zhim’s red sun, she waited while the Twarg queen\nheated the needle until it was once again cherry red. Then moving over to Kara\nshe took the nipple of her left breast between her thumb and forefinger. “These\nare quite beautiful,” Falana said. “Pink is one of my favourite colours and your\nnipples are so erect and perfect.” She rolled the taut bud between her fingers\nwhile Kara continued to struggle.
\n“Oh, do stop!” Falana said in exasperation. “You know you can’t get away. Why\nare you fighting this? You’re just going to make it hurt more if you keep on\nstruggling.”
\nKara gazed up at her tormentor. Her naked body was covered in sweat and her\nbreasts heaved with the strain of trying to escape. She knew that the queen was\nright. She was just making the situation worse for herself. Fighting the urge to\npanic she calmed herself and awaited Falana’s next move.
\n“Hmmpph!” Falana said. “That’s better. But now you’ve let it get cold.” She\nthrust the needle back into the flame and soon had it glowing again.
\n“Now just keep still,” she said and thrust the needle into the tip of Kara’s\nnipple.
\n“Mmmpph!” Kara grunted as the searing needle burned her tender flesh. This time\nshe did not writhe in pain although the effort cost her considerable\nself-control.
\nMethodically, Falana worked the needle into the wound, enlarging it and then\ncarefully chose a one inch diameter gold ring and inserted it into the base of\nthe nipple. That hurt almost as much as the needle had, but Kara maintained her\ncontrol, not flinching even when Falana closed the ring using a small set of\npliers.
\n“Now the other one,” Falana said. “You are being very brave. That’s good. You’ll\nhave to be brave when you meet the Littan. His sexual habits are a bit…\nunusual.”
\nKara noticed the hesitation. She wasn’t looking forward to being bedded by the\nLittan, but she wondered how his sexual habits could be much more painful than\nthe body decoration she was going through.
\nFalana heated the needle again. While she did so her eyes traveled over Kara’s\ncurvaceous body. “Hmmm,” she murmured. “You are quite unusual.” She ran her hand\nthrough Kara’s shoulder-length hair. “That golden hair. So silky. And it even\nfeels the same between your legs.”
\nKara gasped as Falana’s free hand went where it did not belong. She was\ndistinctly uncomfortable as the queen’s fingers probed her vulva slipping into\nthe tight cleft. “So vary pink,” the queen mused. “Both outside and inside.”
\nThe degrading probing of her nether region was almost as bad as the pain caused\nby the needle. Kara urged her body not to respond; not to provide Falana with\nany more encouragement.
\n“Ah, it’s ready,” Falana exclaimed, turning her attention back to the red hot\nneedle. “Now the other one.”
\nKara felt relief as Falana stopped her sexual probing, but that was instantly\nreplaced by the fear of the needle as once again the queen took her nipple\nbetween her fingers. This piercing was the worst so far, or at least is seemed\nthat way. Kara realized that she was weakening. After the long journey on the\nbacks of the kapert to the Twarg capital, and the humiliation of the slave\nmarket, followed by her trip to the palace and her constant struggle with the\nguards, she was becoming too exhausted to resist. She marshaled her resources\ncalling upon what reserves of energy she had left. She was sure that the session\nwith Falana still had a way to go and then no doubt something just as grim\nawaited her.
\nFalana finished with the right nipple, adorning it with a gold ring to match the\nleft. Kara breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps this was all that was necessary.\nUnfortunately, it was not to be. Falana showed her that there were still many\nother parts of the body that could be pierced as was proven by the many rings\nand chains that hung form her own.
\n“If she endured this so can I,” Kara thought, fighting back tears of agony as\nthe red hot needle was pushed through the lips of her vulva. The septum of her\nnose was next, followed by both ears, and her lower lip. Then the fun began of\nlinking up all of the rings.
\nWhen Falana was finished, Kara’s body was adorned with dozens of ropes of gold.\nA heavy chain of gold encircled her waist and throat. Gold bands ornamented her\nwrists, ankles, and arms. Dozens of hair-fine gold chains went from neck to her\nringed nipples and from there dozens more went to the gold chain at her waist.\nLarge chains went from her waist to the two rings piercing the lips of her\nvulva. The weight of all the jewelry especially that suspended from her breasts\nwas burdensome and even painful.
\nFalana had the eunuchs remove the gag and untie Kara from the bench. She had to\nbe helped to her feet. To her further embarrassment she swayed uncertainly as\nshe adjusted to the weight of metal on her body. Her nipples and the other areas\nof her body that had been pierced with the red hot needle burned intensely. “Now\nyou are almost ready,” Falana said. “In three days you will be presented to the\nLittan. That will give you time to rest and for the swelling caused by the\nneedles to go down. You will also be properly cleaned. You sweated abominably\nwhile I administered your ornamentation. We can’t have you smelling like a\nkapert when the Littan takes you to his bed.”
\nKara was too exhausted mentally and physically to reply. Meekly, she allowed two\nof the eunuchs to lead her away.
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