John Norman - Kajira of Gor

I clapped my hands with pleasure. “I knew it must be so!” I laughed.

The face of Drusus Rencius was black with rage.

“What did you pay!” I asked. “what did you pay!”

“More than twenty tarsks,” he said, angrily. “How much!” I demanded. “How much!”

“I paid fifty silver tarsks for you!” he said, furiously.

“Fifty!” I cried.

“Yes!” he cried, in fury.

“Wonderful!” I laughed. “That is wonderful!” He scowled at me fiercely.

“I am surely the poorest investment a man has ever made in a slave girl,” I laughed. “You will have to keep me forever. You will never recoup that loss!”

“Oh!” I cried, thrown to my stomach on the love furs.

Then my legs were thrust apart. Then as I gasped and clutched at the furs, almost before I could move, from behind, handled like the slave I was, I was pinioned, held and entered.

“You need not fear I will sell you,” he said. “I have waited long to possess you.”

I squirmed, impaled.

“And do not worry about the economic aspects of the matter,” he said. “You are going to make your sales price up to me in value, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, “a thousand times!”

“Is that all?” he asked.

“A thousand times a thousand times!” I gasped.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“And more, and more, and more!” I cried.

“You will now move as I direct,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” I said. “Yes, Master!”

***

“I love you. I love you. I love you!” I moaned. “I love you so much I could die with the love of you.”

Then his lips were again upon me.

It was now in the early light of morning. In a few hours he would leave for Ar. I would accompany him, perhaps even in his chains, his.

“You are doing it to me again!” I moaned.

“Be quiet,” he whispered.

Then I melted to him again, soft and lost, held, in his arms, and then he swept me up again, willless, his collared slave, like a swirling leaf high into the clouds of ecstasy, and love.

Wars, I suppose, continue.

Who knows what knives are lifted, what secret, stealthy marches may be afoot?

But these things seem far away.

Ar, in the evening, seems very beautiful.

I must conclude this narrative now. I have been summoned to my master’s couch. I hasten to obey.