Birds of a Feather: Chapter 6
\nBy Theodoric of York and Wardall Clark.
\nWarning: NO PORTION of this work may be REPRODUCED FOR SALE for any purpose. DC\nComics retains full copyright to Superman, Wonder woman and the other characters\nmentioned here and John Norman retains full copyright to the planet and society\nof Gor. Birds of a Feather contains explicit sex and violence**, including\nscenes of rape and torture. This story is not for anyone under the age of\nconsent** in their jurisdiction to read such sexually explicit material. Authors\nNotes: This is the conclusion of an ongoing series melding John Norman's World\nof Gor with DC Comics heroes and heroines. At the end of Chapter Seven is a\nthorough glossary of terms, places and recurring characters. If you find\nyourself completely baffled by Gorean customs, terms, or politics you should try\nreading the series in order: (1) A Cat and a Fiddle [by Theodoric of York],\n(1a) The Cat and the Shackles. (1b) Under the Shadow of the Bat (2) Diana and\nthe Ubar (3) The Princess and the Mercenary [all by Wardall Clark.] In these\nearlier works Catwoman, Batgirl, Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and Wonder Girl fall\nprey to Kurri interplanetary slavers. Selina Kyle escaped to become a legendary\nGorean outlaw until Batman came to Gor to re-enslave her. Barbara Gordon wound\nup as Scully, the abject slave of Mulkar, an agent of the Priest Kings. Kara\nZor-El endured years of traumatizing captivity before Batman and Selina freed\nher. Princess Diana escaped from degrading slavery to a power-mad Ubar only to\nbe recaptured and brought to the Sardar where her memories were altered in a\nfailed effort to make her a docile slave. She escaped by killing her\nlover/jailor and was at large when Birds of a Feather began. Troia wound up in\nthe hands of the Ubar from whom Diana escaped and was tortured for her sister's\ncrimes.
\nLois Lane and photographer Morgan Croft fell into a trap and were raped, and\nkidnapped by Gorean interplanetary slavers along with a runaway nicknamed\nPikachu. Supergirl had fallen prey to a Gorean slaver in the opening scene of\nDiana and the Ubar. After Batman rescued her she was admitted to Arkham Asylum\nfor treatment. When Batman and Superman visit Kara to arrange for her release,\nthey quarrel about the practice of slavery and Lois' prospects of resisting\nbeing broken into a submissive as Supergirl was. Meanwhile, Diana took up with a\nGorean warrior from Tyros in hopes of rescuing her sister from the clutches of\nGor's most sadistic ruler, Lurius of Jad, the Ubar of the Empire of Cos.
\nSupergirl submitted herself as a slave to Superman who is brought to Gor by the\nPriest Kings' agent Mulkar to rescue Lois and Wonder Woman. Clark cannot read\nthe local language, so Kara entraps Justina, a scribe, into slavery. Diana\nescapes from her captor with the intention of learning to become a pony slave.\nMeanwhile Lois becomes engaged in a battle of wits and Wills with Arbus, a\nmaster slave trainer. Morgan, now renamed Cricket displays great potential as a\nPony slave racer. Pickachu becomes beloved as a story telling kettle girl.
\nChapter Six: The Strange Marriage of Clark of Kent
\nArbus said, \"You are doing well! I think we might of have found your vocation. I\ncan envision your lovely body on a pedestal on display in front of thousands of\npeople, the official time piece of the Pavilion of Ar.\" Lois looked at him\nresentfully. She said, \"I hope not. All I do is kneel all day getting cold,\nwhile a man sticks a finger against my neck. I never knew anything could be so\nboring. I still haven't gotten the cold out of my joints.\" Arbus slipped his\nhand over her breast. Feeling the firm yet resilient flesh, he announced, \"You\nseem warm enough for me.\" He paused to squeeze her breast. The nipple grew hard\nin his hand. He remarked, \"I am surprised that you did not take part in the\nbarbarian's hunger strike. A week ago you would have.\" She answered, \"A week ago\nI would have been force-fed like the rest of the girls.\" Arbus said, \"You have\ncome a long way since you have come here. Yet you still resist becoming a slave\neven though you know that ultimately your resistance will prove futile. Why do\nyou do that? You otherwise seem to be a practical girl.\" Lois snapped back, \"You\nclaim to know me better than I know myself. You tell me!\" \"You remind me of\nthose free companions who were convinced that their mate is going to rescue\nthem. So they hold out hope, and attempt to resist acknowledging their slave\nstatus.\" He moved his hand from her breast. He started to rub and caress her\nknee. He would start to kiss it between phrases. He continued, \"But it is a\ndistant hope in any case. In your case you must realize the utter futility of\nsuch a hope. Your companion is on a distant planet nearly two hundred million\nmiles away. So that can't be it.\" \"Have any of those free companions ever showed\nup to claim their loved ones? What happens if they do?\" She stretched her leg\nout. He answered, \"A few have, but it is rare. I usually offer to sell their\nslut back to them. By that time that is what the girl had become. Sometime it\nturns out the male does not like what I have done with his companion. Then I\nmight have to kill him.\" She asked, \"Do you ever worry that he might kill you\ninstead?\" He answered, \"Not really. I have over two hundred years of experience\nwith the sword, and a man who would challenge me over a slave girl is allowing\nhis passion to rule his judgment. Such man has always proved to be easy kills. I\nnever feel good about it, though. After all, he threw away his life over\nsomething quite trivial.\"
\nLady Monica studied Lady Justina intently. She seemed looser, freer in some way.\nShe looked stunning in her new robes. \"She must have come into an inheritance\nof some sort. How else could she afford fine new robes and a new slave to boot\"\nThe Lady slaverwas slightly annoyed that her friend had not come to her first,\nbut she had to admit that this special blonde slave looked absolutely yummy.
\nMaybe she could think of a way that Justina could make amends for her\noversight in not going through Monica's business in buying Clark of Kent's\ndelectable slave. Under her veil the slaver licked her lips as Lady Justina\noffered her a drink. The Law of the Home Stone did not apply to slaves or\nstrangers. It might be possible for her to covertly acquire both the blonde with\nthe special sexual organs and this juicy- looking stranger looking for an\nenslaved free companion. If Justina got in the way that would be too bad for her\nand good for Lady Monica's coffers; Justina was obvious collar meat to a\nslaver's discerning eye.
\n* * * It was morning, and Arbus' sex was still buried deep within Lois' cunt.\nHe asked her \"Are you warmed up yet?\" The sex between them the night before had\nbeen interesting. Lois no longer tried to fight her body's natural reactions to\na master's touch. Given enough time and the right tools, Arbus would eventually\nuse that lack of initial resistance to overwhelm her mind with the power of her\nslave orgasms. Once that began to happen she would be ruined for freedom. Her\nlegs wrapped around Arbus, Lois begged, \"No, Arbus. Please don't get up yet.\nDon't send me back to the kennel. I am getting cold again.\" Her body was\nshaking with unrelieved sexual tension. Arbus had a nasty habit of leaving her\nunfulfilled and making her beg to be finished off by hand. Relief was always\ngranted, but sometimes there was a delay while she provided some menial slave's\nservice. She was learning that Arbus had all the power in their relationship. He\ncould always simply summon another kajira, while she was helpless to relieve the\nfeelings the men of the slavers' house casually and arbitrarily inflicted on\nher. Thus it was with relief that she felt his powerful hips flex and drive that\nlong prick of his up to the entrance to her womb. As he pulled back, he dragged\nthe fatter tip against her g-spot. The pleasure was so great that she almost\nforgot Arbus's inflexible rule. Whenever he was fucking her she was to repeat\nout loud \"Lois is a Kajira, Arbus owns me,\" in both English and Gorean.
\nThe first time she had disobeyed this command he had forced a string of six\nbeads into her anus and stuffed her vagina with some insidious device he called\na passion goad. Then she had been gagged so that twenty minutes later, when she\nwas literally screaming for someone, anyone, to stop the unrelieved arousal\ndriving her mad, there had been no way for the tightly-bound slave girl to\ncommunicate her desperate need besides flopping across the stone floor and\nrubbing her body against her owner's leg. Arbus had touched her, eventually, but\nwhen he did he only made it worse. In no way would Lois risk that penalty again.\nBy the time he had finally penetrated her inflamed channels that day, she had\nbeen contemplating agreeing to formal slave submission in order to end the\ntorment of acute sexual frustration.
\nAs he drove himself to orgasm, Arbus marveled again at the sagacity of the\nslavers who had trapped her. The former Lois Lane was not exceptionally\nbeautiful but with proper diet, exercise, and cosmetics she would hold her own\nwith other pleasure slaves. With the massive infusions of the anti-aging\nStabilization Serums she was receiving her current loveliness would last until\nher death a hundred or so years in the future.
\nThe fools on Earth labored under the delusion that it was their most beautiful\nwomen who were at risk from Gorean slave runners. It was true that a homely\nwoman had nothing to fear, but beauty wasn't really the criteria of choice. What\nthe slavers looked for was a link between sexual arousal and submission to\nanother's will. It was a surprisingly common trait on both Earth and Gor, and it\nmade his business a profitable one. The slave runners selected attractive women\nwith this trait; they were brought to men like Arbus at an age when they were\nstill impressionable and sexually inexperienced; and his house churned out women\nbroken to a Gorean's collar.
\nLois had the key trait in spades. She also had a wonderful body and a high\ncapacity for sex, even rough sex. On the other hand, she was far past the\nimpressionable age. That changed Arbus's tactics; Lois had to be treated and\npunished differently from his other trainee pleasure slaves. His plan so far to\nrefuse her any formal training and then punish her failings to please her\nmasters in the widest variety of ways until he found the one that really\nterrified her. So far he knew that she feared being spanked more than being\nwhipped, and that she was very uncomfortable with giving sexual service to other\nwomen, especially to his budding champion steed Cricket.
\nLois' voice broke as she approached climax. The words in her mouth got tangled\nup and she screeched \"Arbus is my master.\" before correcting herself. To her\nhorror, Arbus stopped moving. She tensed and tried to squeeze her lower muscles\naround him so he would climax, but he lifted himself off her body. To her relief\nhe was smiling. The smile vanished as he got to his feet, gesturing that she\nshould assume the kneeling position she had been taught under the pain of\nSilvia's slave goad. \"What is Lois?\" he demanded in Gorean. \"Lois is a slave\ngirl.\" She replied in the same language. As always she felt of jolt of sensual\npleasure at the words. Weeks of conditioning had taken their toll on her psyche.\nArbus noted her quiver and continued the ritual. \"What is a slave girl?\"
\nA woman who is owned by a master or mistress\"
\n\"What are you?\"
\n\"I am a slave girl.\" Again she felt her loins flood with blood and her nipples\ngo harder and more sensitive.
\n\"Who owns you?\"
\n\"The House of Arbus\" was her response to the standard question. It was not the\none he wanted so his next question was \"Who is your Master?\"
\n\"I am the slave of Arbus and Rollo.\"
\nThe slaver's voice was filled with impatience. He told her \"I bought Rollo's\nshare weeks ago, Lois. I am your master. A slave is commanded to say \"You are my\nMaster, Arbus\" Lois looked at him for a long time, pressing her lips together\nas if to hold back the words. Then she shook her head. \"I have no master. I am\na free woman and wife of the most wonderful man on Earth.\"
\n\"Very well, I had such a free woman captive in my house once before. We\nsurgically implanted a passion goad in her body. I kept it there until the time\nshe begged to make a slave's submission to a man. For the first four days, we\nused her each time she begged for it, that got her accustomed to the sexual life\nof a slave. Then we simply let her simmer for hour after hour with a gag in her\nmouth, that her entreaties disturb no one but herself. When Rollo finally saw to\nher needs she kissed his feet and offered her hands for the binding ritual. When\nhe next took her she experienced slave orgasm. I sold the slut for a magnificent\nprice. I still use that goad from time to time. Now tell me again, if you dare,\nthat I am not your master.\"
\nLois had gone pale as he spoke. This was a torture she dared not invite. \"You\nare my Master, Arbus. Lois' master is Arbus.\" With the words came more unwanted\narousal. \"Damn that conditioning.\" She grumbled in her mind.
\n\"Very good, Lois. Now tell me what you are.\"
\n\"La Kajira,\" She answered in the Gorean they had been speaking. As always she\nfelt a powerful rush of sensual sensations.
\n\"And what does that mean in English, Lois\"
\n\"It means 'I am a slave girl', …Master.\" Lois' body rippled with the feelings.\nShe felt as if his hands were already caressing her body. Arbus noticed the\npause. He also noticed the changes in his girl's posture. She looked beaten and\nhe pressed his advantage; \"Now answer my questions in English.\"
\nThey went through the ritual again, this time in English. Each of them was\nnaked, each of them was becoming further aroused by Lois's words. When he\ndecided she was ready for a master's use, Arbus bent Lois over the top of the\nsleeping couch and locked her ankles and wrists to the rings on the floor. With\na shove and a twist he worked an inch-thick wooden passion goad into her rectum.\nLois was now completely at his mercy and he proceeded to take the fullest\npossible advantage of his rights as her owner and master.
\nHe took her over and over again, stopping only to drink more of the drug which\nkept his prick hard and delayed his climax. He worked slowly and Lois had to\nalternate between 'I am a slave girl' and 'You are my Master' in English if\nshe wanted to him to speed up. She climaxed again and again, but her cunt\nremained almost virginally tight under the effects of the goad and her body kept\njuicing. At last she passed out.
\nArbus himself was exhausted by then, and very impressed that it had taken so\nlong. But he was also elated. Lois had revealed two weaknesses tonight, and he\nwas just the man to use them to produce the kind of pleasure slave men would pay\ndozens of gold tarn pieces to own.
\nTwo days later,
\nThe now nameless slave looked up in terror at the man holding the white-hot iron\njust inches away from her thigh. Her former friend Justina had shed her new\nrobes of concealment in favor of a simple slave shift in the color of the\nscribes. A standard slave color encircled her throat proclaiming her the slave\nof Clark of Kent. Exactly as Lady Monica had always speculated, Justina looked\nvery content in her new role as a slave to a strong man.
\nShe had fallen into the trap set by her former friend and the blonde slave slut.\nShe had gotten too greedy. Justina had apparently delivered herself and the\ncollector's item slave into Lady Monica's power. But the Slaver's Surprise had\nturned out to be on Lady Monica rather than on Justina. A few minutes ago she\nhad been declared slave by the city magistrates for the twin crimes of couching\nwith another free person's slaves and then trying to steal them.
\n\"Who would have guessed that the slender blonde would be able to bite through a\nwooden gag and scream loud enough to be heard by her master three blocks away?
\nThat mental question was the new kajira's last coherent thought before she\nscreamed in agony as the penalty brand marked her as a criminal who had been\njudicially reduced to the status of an animal without rights. She was property\nnow, and her new master was a man who obviously held her profession in contempt.\nShe could only dread what a man who could batter down an oaken door would do to\nher naked flesh with a whip. The former slaver began to cry uncontrollably. She\nwas a kajira now. Her property had been confiscated. Her family was lost to her.\nAnd she didn't even have the protection of being beautiful to shield her from a\nmaster's wrath.
\nStartled, Pikachu looked up from the kettle she was scrubbing. She had not heard\nMartin coming. \"Yes, Master?\" she inquired meekly. Martin smiled reassuringly.\n\"There is no need to shiver, my cuddly little urt. You have done nothing wrong.\nAs a matter of fact, I have come to bring you a present.\" Pikachu looked up\nworried. **\"A present?\" she asked, surprised. \"**Please do not be so cruel.\nSlave Girls are not allowed to own anything.\" He responded by revealing a\nbeautiful silk scarf, \"I am sure that Arbus will not mind. Besides, soon you\nwill be mine! When that happens I will shower you with all sorts of presents.\nYou will see.\" Pikachu shied away as she answered, \"Master, I do not want your\npresents. I am just a damaged kettle girl. I am sure you can find someone more\nworthy of your attentions than me.\" Martin said, \"Don't say so. You are a very\nspecial girl. The first time I placed my eyes upon you I wanted to possess you.\nIt has been a long time since I wanted to possess someone as much!\" He slid his\nhands underneath her garment and began to fondle her. Oh God, she thought.\nIt is happening again. Just like with my stepfather. \"Please don't,\" she\nbegged; \"I am not very good!\" Martin was amused by her fearfulness. He\nanswered, \"I will teach you!\" She whimpered, \"Why me? Can't you just find\nsomebody else?\" He answered, \"There are many reasons actually! First you are\nJapanese. I have wished to own a Japanese slut ever since we were allies during\nthe Great War! You are intelligent. You did not participate in that silly hunger\nstrike of the other new girls because you knew it would not work. We Goreans\nlove intelligent slaves. You have fine curves and I want to possess them.\nBesides, your every action begs for my ownership. You know it in your heart!\"\nNervous about showing disrespect or defiance, she whispered \"No, I do not!\" He\nanswered, \"Yes you do! You will soon learn that I know you sluts better than you\ndo yourselves. Just stop squirming and allow me to show you I am right!\" She\nlaid back and opened her thighs wide. She whimpered, \"Your slave begs her use!\"\nThere were tears in her eyes. She braced herself for her rape. Instead, her head\nreeled from a sharp slap. He hissed, \"Don't you lie to me, you arrogant slut.\"\nPikachu whimpered again, \"This slave girl begs for your touch!\" She received\nanother slap for her efforts. He hissed, \"I will let you know when it is time\nfor you to beg for my touch! Do you understand?\" She agreed meekly, \"Yes Master.\nWhatever you command from me, I will attempt to comply!\" He answered angrily,\n\"Then stop lying to me! Tell me the truth. Why are you so contemptuous of me? We\nwere allies once, we can be so again! We fought well against overwhelming odds\nand we can do so again. We can be Germany and Japan again. You will see that\nthis time we will prevail. You shall see!\"
\n\"Allies? We were never allies! Why would I want to be your ally now?\"
\n\"You need an ally. You are a tiny girl-woman in a land that wants to crush you.\nWhy won't you allow me to protect you?\"
\nShe answered, \"Because I am not who you think I am.\" Martin said confidently, \"I\nknow you better than you know yourself.\" Suddenly Pikachu snapped. \"If that were\ntrue you would know I am not Japanese, I am Nisei, an American. We whipped your\nass!\"
\n\"You are not an American anymore. You are a barbarian on Gor. In this fight you\nwill not have the overwhelming resources that you had back then. You will find\nyou are only a foolish girl trapped in a world that has countless centuries\nexperience breaking haughty sluts like you. You think you are so smart? In the\nend, you will be no different than the rest of the sluts, a cock-sucking,\nfoot-kissing cunt hungry for a good fucking!\"
\n\"I will be anything you want me to be. If you want me to be your fantasy\nJapanese slave slut, then I will strive to be so!\"
\nHe answered, \"Then be your true self. Be the little slut who thinks herself\nspecial. Resist me! Resist Gor! Give us the joy of crushing you. That is what I\nwant from you!\" Pikachu whispered, \"Can't you allow me just to be a kettle girl.\nI am happy as a kettle girl. That is all I want!\" She received another slap. He\nhissed, \"When will you learn that your will means nothing? Your happiness means\nnothing. You are nothing. You are less than nothing. You are a slave girl!\"\nSuddenly an epiphany came to Pikachu. She exclaimed, \"You don't even respect us\nat all!\" Martin answered, \"Of course not, you little slut! Slave girls are not\nsupposed to be respected.\" \"Arbus does. He respects us for what we are, female\nanimals in need of molding into kajira. He respects us for what we become,\npleasure slaves or tower slaves or work slaves or whatever. We are far from\nnothing! He is an artist and we are his medium.\" She paused and then added, \"We\nare his creations, each special in her own way!\" He hissed, \"How dare you!\" She\nreplied, \"I could resist you if I wanted. Arbus knows this. Is that why you fear\nme?\"
\n\"Fear you? I don't fear any kajira, least of all you!\"
\nShe persisted: \"You are afraid that a damaged little kettle girl might be able\nto take on the might of Gor and succeed. Does Arbus fear this too?\" \"Arbus, like\nmyself, is a real man.\" he refuted her. \"He fears nothing from a slave girl like\nyou.\" With those words he threw her underneath him and proceeded to make use of\nher body over and over again.
\nWhen he left her for his sleeping quarters the young barbarian slave was bruised\nand whimpering. Some time later, Sylvia noted with some concern that Pikachu had\nnot touched her evening meal.
\n* * * *
\nClark stood in front of the magistrates again, looking embarrassed. Justina\nknelt, whimpering in front of the table. She was still getting used to the whip\nand she had just felt the full measure of it. Kara knelt submissively but there\nwas a twinkle in her eye. The former Lady Monica knelt, her mouth gagged. She\nlooked at Clark with fury.
\nLucius of Thentis exclaimed, \"This had got to stop!\" Thesius responded, \"Now do\nnot be so hasty. After the confiscation of both the former Lady's Justina's and\nLady Monica's estates our city's finances are looking much rosier. I say this\nClark of Kent is doing us a favor by claiming women of their sort and allowing\nus to confiscate their property. If he wants such morally degenerate slave\ngirls, I say,' let him have them.' Thentis gets richer and everybody is a\nwinner!\" The woman Judge/Magistrate looked at Thesius and asked, \"Thesius, have\nyou seen the list potential slave girls they hoped to seduce?\" Clark exclaimed,\n\"You made a list?\" Kara answered proudly, \"Yes! Justina proved very helpful in\nsuggesting special friends of hers that might aid up in our quest!\" Clark turned\nhis attention back to the council. He asked, \"May I see this list?\" The woman\nanswered, \"Certainly!\" She handed him a piece of parchment to Clark. He could\nnot read it, yet one aspect of the list horrified him. He shouted, \"There must\nbe fifteen or twenty names on this list!\" \"Each and every one of them talented\nin their own ways,\" Kara answered proudly. Lucius remarked, \"There are some of\nthe most talented women of our community on that list. The cultural and economic\nimpact of the loss of such women on our community would be severe, maybe even\ndevastating.\" Thesius interjected, \"Lucius my friend, you speak too harshly.\nThentis would be better off without these degenerate sluts that prefer the touch\nof a woman to a man.\" The woman's eyebrows rose at that remark. She asked,\n\"Thesius, have you seen this list? A number of the women on this list have free\ncompanions!\" Thesius answered, \"So what? They are obviously companioned with men\nthat cannot satisfy them. Any man like that deserves to have his companion taken\naway from him.\" The woman said, \"Thesius, your companion is on the list.\"\nThesius screamed, \"What! Let me see that list!\" He leaned over and almost\nripped the parchment as he grabbed his from Clark. Furiously he started studying\nthe list. He exclaimed, \"Where is she! \"I don't see her.\" Lucius leaned over,\npointed to a name, and said helpfully, \"See right there.\" Thesius looked up at\nClark and exclaimed, \"Slander. You are trying to slander me!\" The woman answered\n\"From the testimony of all three of the slaves that does not seem to be the\ncase. Justina claims that they would just be attempting to acquire extremely\ntalented women that would also prove pleasing to their master in the furs. In a\nway you should be honored.\" Thesius answered, \"You see, my companion is a cold\nfish. She had no passion in the furs.\" He paused and looked at the expressions\non Justina and Monica's faces. He cried, \"Don't you give me those looks!\" He\nthen added, \"She has no passion, at least not for males! WHAT? Stop giving me\nthose looks!\" Lucius answered, \"This is beside the point. Do we have your word\nthat you will go no further in acquiring more pillars of our community?\" Clark\nanswered, \"I had no intention of allowing it to go this far. Had I known what\nthey were up to I certainly would have put a stop to it.\" Suddenly Thesius\nexclaimed, \"Lady Hieda is on this list!\" That is impossible!\" \"Why so?\" asked\nthe woman, curiously. Thesius answered, \"She loves the touch of a man. She could\nnot possibly have the need for a woman!\" \"How would you know that?\" asked the\nwoman, archly. She was trying very hard to suppress her laughter at the\nconceited warrior's discomfiture. \"She and I …. \" Thesius broke off abruptly\nthen changed the subject, \"That is beside the point. This proves that they have\ngot to be lying! They are just trying to besmirch the good name of many of the\nladies of our community. Let me have a day with them with the whip and they will\nbe singing a different tune.\" Lucius answered, \"I am sure, given enough time\nwith you and the whip, that they would be willing to say anything you wanted\nthem to say. So let us just assume that they were lying and move on.\" Thesius\nexclaimed, \"You can't believe any these accusations!\" The woman answered,\n\"Thesius, nobody is accusing you of anything! I agree with Lucius. Let us just\nmove on!\" She turned her attention to Clark and asked, \"Do I have your\nagreement that this will go no further than these chambers and you will not\nattempt to acquired more of the ladies of our city, whether they be on the list\nor otherwise!\" Justina looked up and exclaimed, \"Could we at least acquire Lady\nPetra?\" \"Why?\" asked Clark. Justina answered, \"She is a great cook!\" Clark said,\n\"Cook?\" He paused, and then asked, \"Is there something wrong with my\ncooking?\"
\nRealizing that nothing would shake Firnax from his commitment to turn her over\nto his Ubar for sentencing to death or state slavery, Diana had given Firnax and\nhis men the slip in Lydius by picking the locks on her slave bracelets. The men\nof Gor were experts in intimidating woman, and they could render even the Larl\nWoman all but helpless in a matter of seconds with binding cord, but their long\nexperience in dealing with too many carefully selected earth girl slaves had\ncreated blind spots. One was their proclivity for using light shackles with\ndeadbolt locks. Using either of the two devices she kept concealed on her body,\nshe could open them in less than a Gorean minute if no one was observing her\nmovements.
\nDiana traveled from Lydius along the coast to Helmutsport, where she had run up\na debt and been sold the first man willing to pay it. She then induced that\nmaster to sell her to a Pony slave collector. A plan was forming in her mind and\nshe needed to see if it would work.
\nTregor of Koroba was a very wealthy physician from a family of wealthy\nphysicians. He had the money to indulge his whims and his latest whim was to\ndevelop a stable of champion show ponies. To that end, he sought out the most\nbeautiful possible newly enslaved women and did everything in his power to\nreduce them to obedient beasts of burden. Diana was branded on the buttock with\ncattleman's symbol representing the House of his family, and her training in the\ngaits, postures, and demeanor of a pony slave began that same day.
\nLike any other beautiful slaves, Tregor's Pony slaves were used sexually on a\nregular basis. That bothered Diana not at all; in her months on Gor, Wonder\nWoman had well learned the pleasure of a good fucking. What Diana found\nobjectionable was Tregor's practice of muting his pony girls. Some had suffered\nphysical surgery on their vocal cords. Others, such as Diana, were given\nsomething that interfered with the connection between the speech center of their\nbrains and the muscles of their throat and tongue. Until her Amazon's metabolism\nmanaged to counteract the drug, she found that her thoughts failed to translate\ninto articulated sounds. She could grunt and squeal and pretend to be a horse or\nother animal but she could not speak.
\nIt was during her third week of training that Diana witnessed something else\nthat convinced her not to continue with her current owner. A girl from the\njungles of Ishindi first asked, then pleaded, and then begged for death rather\nthan pony slavery, but she was simply bound tightly and force-fed something that\nwould eliminate her ability to think in verbal terms altogether. After that, the\nmen of the house took turns raping the slave's dark-skinned athletic body until\nshe passed out. They revived her with a bucket of water and then burned a brand\ninto her flesh. When the unwilling kajira later proved recalcitrant during\ntraining she was hamstrung and sold as a coin girl.
\nDiana had killed men for such treatment of women before, but this time she\nhesitated in order to continue her rescue plan. That proved a bad mistake, as\nshortly afterward Tregor conducted a series of public time trials for all his\nslaves, both male and female. Not suspecting her owner's reasons, Diana ran as\nfast as she could the whole distance. Three days later she was given a drug to\npurge the effects of the contraceptive slave wine. That was followed two days\nlater by fertility drugs to induce multiple ovulations.
\nDesperate to avoid pregnancy, Diana started forcing her partners to pull out and\nclimax only in her mouth. She was beaten unconscious and brutally raped again\nand again in her rectum as she hung from the whipping post. Yet she still\nrefused to consent to being bred. Undeterred, Tregor simply chained his girl\nwith her legs spread and had her penetrated with dildo-like syringes so that her\nwomb could be injected with sperm taken from the men he planned to mate her\nwith. It hurt a great deal, because by Tregor's order the spike of wood, glass\nand leather was inserted completely dry into his disobedient slave's woman's\npassage.
\nDiana endured two days of this treatment, before she realized that her\ncooperation in the process was not necessary. Sooner or later, the dosage of\nhormones she was being given would become great enough to artificially induce\nher 12-year cycle of fertility. She agreed to cooperate. As a \"reward\", she was\nchained less painfully and the eleven inch-long syringe was lubricated before it\nviolated her yet again with its two cupfuls of sperm.
\nTregor was found dead two mornings later. His voice box had been cut out and a\nportion of his severed sex was lodged in his windpipe. His Free Companion lay\nbeside him, a collar riveted around her neck. She was barely alive. Both her\nlegs had been hamstrung and the first letter of Larl had been carved into her\nlower belly. She could not tell anyone who did this, as a hood had been tied\naround her head beforehand.
\nAn investigation showed that all Tregor's slaves were well secured for the\nnight, and the kennel guards reported nothing amiss. The following week, after\nfirst arranging for all the pony girls to be given some basic courses in the\nskills of house and chamber slaves, Tregor's widow auctioned off the entire\nstable.
\nDiana's purchaser suspected she could be the Larl Woman and sent messages to a\nbounty hunter from Cos. Before the slave catcher could reach Koroba, her owner\npurchased a second tall, dark-haired slave and 'unaccountably forgot' that\nhe already possessed such a girl. Diana 'borrowed' the clothes of a tall\nfree woman one afternoon and left the city to return to the Northern Forests.
\nNow she was leaving the great forests again. It was time to head south for Ar,\nand a rendezvous with Lurius of Jad. She remembered what the Ubar had done to\nher only in dreams, but two former masters had given her enough of the details\nof her stay in Cos for her to know that the dreams which made her wake up\nscreaming were not simply fabrications of her imagination. She supposed that she\ncould make the trip in the garb of a free woman, but that meant using the lasso\nto compel a cohort of males to escort her or stealing enough coin to hire one.\nNeither prospect appealed to her as much as the idea of simply persuading a\nmaster that the next Love Festival of Spring would be an exciting time to visit\nAr.
\n* * * *
\nThe night of her enslavement, after a long and arduous interrogation about the\npractices of slavers and their sources of barbarian girls, Clark exercised his\nfull rights of ownership over the slave girl he had named Mira. Though her\nsexual experience came mostly from the instruction of slaves, she was completely\nabject in her submission to him. Gorean to the core, Mira was a girl who knew\nherself owned and by the time he took her for the third time she was screaming\nher status as a kajira under the sexual domination of her Master.
\nIn the morning, to Mira's total surprise, Clark of Kent declared the former Lady\nMonica a free woman once more. He said it was enough that she had lost her\nbusiness and other property the moment she had been declared a slave. She had\nfailed to enslave him or steal Kara and Justina, so no lasting harm had been\ndone to him. He had learned that she had not held back any information from him\nin the days just past and so she was now free to do with her life what she\ncould. He wished her well, and strangely, she felt that he meant the words.
\nSuddenly Lady Monica recognized the truth: \"Clark of Kent was no ordinary\nscribe at all. Nor was he an assassin or warrior in disguise. He was not a man\nof Gor at all. He probably could not even read Gorean. He spoke it with the same\naccent as did kajiri from the barbarian lands, the ones who claimed to be from a\ndifferent planet altogether. His lover and companion had somehow been brought\nhere and he was determined to get her back.\" As a slaver for the past two\ndecades she knew that his quest was entirely wasted effort; \"N**early every\nbarbarian red silk girl was ruined for freedom in a matter of months. Gorean men\nsimply didn't settle for less than breaking their wills and taking total\npossession of their bodies. The only barbarian who had ever escaped that fate\neven temporarily was the legendary Panther/Larl Woman. And there was a rumor\namong slavers that she had once been captured and tamed by a certain Brutus of\nthe Assassins, who had caught her above the rooftops of Ar. When Clark of Kent\nfound his Lois he would find her unworthy of their companionship and would have\nto seek another to bear his children for him.** What man of pride would want\nthe get of slave slut bearing his name?\" An idea came to her, a way to protect\nherself from being slain or re-enslaved and yet enjoy more of the pleasure she\nhad felt the night before. \"Clark, I would like to help you in your search. I\nknow that this is not your planet. You need a guide. I will be that for you if\nyou will allow it.\"
\n\"No, thank you. That will not be necessary. I have Justina now.\"
\n\"Yes, but she is a little naïf who has seen less than twenty five summers. She\nwas a very gentle and shy person who sees only the best in everyone around her.\nI am but fifteen years older than she is, but I can already recognize all sides\nof human nature. I have traveled more than she and my name will be known to many\nto whom you must speak. She took an enormous risk by masquerading as a free\nwoman; I could have told you that. She did not even know that the magistrates\ncould have her lashed and penalty branded on her face for that offense. You need\na free companion, Clark of Kent, and the right woman is standing before you.\"
\n\"Why in the world would I trust you? You tried to steal Kara and Justina.
\n\"I did it because I was a slaver. It was my business to be interested in\ncollector's items like your cousin and bits of fluff like my former friend. They\nhave remarkably beautiful faces and both are obvious collar meat, natural slaves\nwho won't need to be beaten into submission but will make it instinctively once\nthey realize they don't have a choice in the matter. Ask them. Ask them how many\ntimes they felt the whip before they began following orders.\"
\n\"I have never whipped Justina or Kara!\" He responded indignantly.
\n\"Exactly my point. They obey you not out of fear of you but out of a slave's awe\nfor their master. But they don't show you proper slave's obeisance and that\ngives you away as a barbarian. Some girls, especially barbarians, seem to find\nproper respect hard to give. I predict that for these girls it will take little\nmore than a single switching and a few reminders before they start acting as any\nother slaves do. You didn't even know they were constantly being impertinent by\nGorean standards, did you?\"
\n\"No, they seemed obedient enough. They always did what I told them. Kara seemed\nlittle different from another slave girl we traveled with.
\n\"Master, I am sorry,\" Supergirl interjected. \"You never seemed to like it when I\nacted as Marcus taught me. You kept growling that I should stop groveling. I\nhave endangered us all by not trying harder to explain.\" Before Clark could\nrespond to Kara, Lady Monica addressed his cousin. Her manner and tone was stern\nbut the words themselves were kind. \"Nonsense, girl. You did exactly what was\nnecessary to be pleasing to your master. That is a kajira's sole responsibility.\nA free man's safety is his own responsibility and that of his companions and\nfriends. Do you want to be his free companion?\" \"Oh no, Mistress!\" Clark saw\nthat Justina was just as horrified by the idea.
\n\"Good, now bend over and show your bottom for his belt. You interrupted a\nconversation between two free people. If you did that to a Gorean male, you\nwould be cuffed in the mouth as hard as he could swing his arm.\"
\nClark looked the plain-spoken free woman in front of him and at the two\ncringing slaves to one side. They were clothed in blue tunics and Lady Monica\nwas naked and yet in posture and countenance there was a strength and dignity\nthat had been stripped from his cousin and which Justina had apparently never\npossessed. Monica had been a trafficker in human flesh. She was nothing like\nLois in looks or voice, and compared to women like Kara and Justina she was\npractically homely. Yet her body was soft and had felt good in his arms.
\nA free companionship was renewable on a year-to-year basis on Gor. He had no\nidea how long he would be here searching but he doubted that with his super\nsenses and Kara's he would need more than that. Monica could bring him knowledge\nand insight of the kind he had been unwilling to accept from Mulkar. She was no\nthreat to him or Kara that he could see and if she taught Justina how to be a\ngood slave, the auburn-haired beauty could only benefit from that knowledge and\ndiscipline.
\n\"Very well, Lady Monica you have a deal. Where do we go to get hitched in this\ntown?\"
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