John Norman - Rouge of Gor

"Gorean men say that we make excellent slaves," she said. "It is only necesaary that we understand clearly that we are slaves, and are put under discipline. We then blossom in our slavery, beautifully, as much or perhaps even more so than Gorean girls."

"I have given you respect," I said. "I have given you freedom. I have given you money. I have relieved you of work. I have denied you nothing. Yet you remain dissatisfied."You have denied me one thing," said she. "What is that?" I asked."A collar," she said.

"Go to your room," I said."Of course," she said, "Let me not keep you from your slut." She rose from the table and lifting the hem of her robes, went to the stairs."She is doubtless already naked, and at your ring," she said. "She had better be," I said, "unless she wishes to be whipped."

Angrily Miss Henderson ascended the stairs."Miss Henderson, remeber that your door is to be left unbolted," I said."I know," she said."That my door be bolted is not permitted. A keeper must always have acces to his kept woman."She then entered her room, the smaller room whichk previously, had been mine.She closed the door firmly, decisively, angrily. I listened carefully. She did not bolt it.

I then, not hurrying, went upstairs. I entered my room and closed the door behind me, bolting it.I looked down at Lola. She knelt naked at the ring.

She looked up at me and smiled, "I await your pleasure Master," she said.

"Spread the furs," I said, " and light the ravishment lamp."I removed my tunic, throwing it aside.In a few moments, Lola lay on the furs a the foot of the couch on her belly, her hands at her sides, the backs of her hands to the furs, the palms of her hands vulnerably up, exposed.

I crouched beside her and took the nearby chain and collar. I fastened the chain to the slave ring and then closed the heavy collar about her neck, over the other collar.She was then chained by the neck to my slave ring. I took her body in my hands and turned her to her back. Her weight was light for my strength.She looked up at me, breathlessly, "I am yours, Master," she whispered. "that is known to me, " I said."Yes, yes Master," she whispered, lifting her lips to mine.

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The door was ajar. I had returned early from the wharves. There had been little work. I as apprehensive that the door was adjar. "Lola!" I called stepping withing the threshold. "Lola!" I heard a tiny sound a pathetic, tiny whimpers, muffled, almost inaudible, from a few feet away. I ran to the slave kennel on the left. Lola was withing, naked, sitting, bound hand and foot. She was tighly gagged. Only the tiniest, muffled sounds could escape her.

The key was nearby. I opened the kennel. I pulled and lifted her out. I fumbled with the knots on the gag. I loosened them and pulled the binding down about her neck. I pulled the deep heavy wadding from her mouth."The Mistress," she said, She is upstairs."I looked about. The house was in a shambles. Goods were cast about. My pouch, left home, had been emptied out upon the floor."Who did this?" I asked. "A man," she said. "A large man. He wore a mask, purple.

"Is he in the house?" I asked. "No," she gasped.

I unied her hands. I glanced at the knots on her ankles. I did not think that she, with her woman's strength, could well undo them. I loosened them.

"What did he want?" I asked her. "I do know know Masters" she said.

I hurried upstairs. Miss Henderson was in the master bedroom. She was on the great couch. She looked at me, pathetically. There were bruises on her body. She was tied as a slave. She tried to speak, but she had been well gagged.My things in the bedroom had been gone through and thrown about.

I looked at Miss Henderson. Her small legs, by the ankles, had been tired cruelly apart. Her wrists too were tied widely apart. Small rings on either side of the couch, at the head and foot, anchored the binding fiber, permitted this tie. It is not an uncommon tie for slaves. There were tears in her eyes. She made tiny muffled noises. I could scarcely hear them, though I stood at the foot of the couch.

Lola, her slave tunic now drawn on, stood in the threshold of the master bedroom."The Mistress was not circumspect," she said, "She opened the door. The man thrust in. He turned her about and held her a knife at her throat. 'Do not run or cry out, he said, 'or your Mistress dies. Bring cloths an binding fiber' I obeyed. "Strip' he ordered me. I obeyed. 'Lie on your stomachs, side by side' he told us. We obeyed. then while he knelt across the body of the Mistress that she might not flee, he bound me, hand and foot and gagged me. Then at his leisure, garment by garment, with his knife, seeming to enjoy have her progressively revealed to him, he stripped the Mistress. He then, though she was free, trussed and gagged her identically as he had me. He then stood up and regarded us. We lay before him, though I was a slave and she free, side by side, identically helpless. I was put in the slave kennel and the kennel was locked. She he carried upstairs."

I looked at Miss Henderson with irritation. What a fool she was to have so thoughtlessly opened the door. She struggled in the binding fibeer. Her eyes begged me to relesase her. She made tiny noises, helpless, pathetic, almost inaudible.

"Shall I free her Master?" asked Lola. "No," I said angrily.

I then went to Miss Henderson's bedrom. It top was a shambles. "The kitchen, I assume, was searched." I said to Lola returning to the master bedroom. "Yes," she said. "What did he take?" I asked. "As far as I know," she said, "he took nothing." "Go to the kitchen Lola," I said. "Set things in order." "Yes, Master," she said.

I shut the door behind her. I had little doubt for what it was that the visitor had sought. Miss Henderson whimpered.

"What a fool you are to have opened the door, not knowing the nature of identity of your guest," I said.Anger as well as tears welled up in her eyes. "Yet," I said, regarding her,"You are a pretty little fool." She twisted angrily in the binding fiber.

I knelt upon the couch and turning her head to the side, untied the knots at the back of her neck. Then, turing her head to face me, I pulled the wet, heavy packing of the gag from her mouth.

"Your gag was quite effective," I told her. " as was Lola's. He who gagged you is apparently no strange to the control of prisoners."

"Afteer he had brought me upstairs, and tied me, as you find me," she said, "he removed the gag temporarily." "Yes?" I said. "He struck me until I begged to be raped," she said "He made me beg to be raped!" And what happened," I asked, smiling, "after you had begged to be raped."He laughed and then raped me," she said in fury."Of course," I said. "Had you not asked him to do so?

"He looked upon me as though I might be a slave," she said, "and he treated me, thoughtlessly and casually, as though I might be a slave. He even called me Slave!"

"Gorean men are expert in such matter," I said. "Perhaps he knows something about you that I do not know." "Look!" she said. "He tied me as a slave!"

"You loook well," I told her, "tied as a slave."

She squirmed in the binding fiber angrily, helplessly. "Please unbind me," she said.

I looked at her. "The topaz is gone," she said. "Speak softly," I said, "Lola is a slave. She need know nothing of the topaz." "I was terrified," she said, "and so I told him, immediately where it was." She looked at me angrily. "And then, in spite of my cooperation, he called me slave and in amusement subjected me to his will.

"Where did you tell him it was?" I asked. "In your pouch, downstairs," she said, "where you keep it."

"It has not been in the pouch for days," I said. "Where is it?" ahs asked. "Elsewhere," I said. "Yes," she said angrily. She looked up at me.