Fighting Slave of Gor

24 ANOTHER GIRL IN THE TUNNEL

I stood again in the absolute darkness of the tunnel, the central tunnel of that network of tunnels under the lands of the Mistress, by means of which various buildings, such as storage sheds, the incubation shed, certain of the stables, and the nursery, are connected.

"Go to the tunnel at the fifteenth Ahn," had said Kenneth. "Wait in the central tunnel, near its juncture with the side tunnel leading to Storage Shed Four."

"Yes, Master," I had said, puzzled. It was there, yesterday, at that very spot, that Taphris had ordered me to meet her in clandestine rendezvous. It was there that we had been discovered slaves, caught by the Mistress. "The tunnel is often used as a trysting place for slaves," had said Kenneth. "Disgusting!" had cried the Mistress. Taphris, naked, and chained in a slave sack, was now on her way to a market in Vonda.

"May I ask, Master," I inquired, "as to why I am to go to the tunnel at the fifteenth Ahn?"

"Because you are told to do so," he said.

"Yes, Master," I said.

He smiled. "There is a `new slave,'" he said. "She is to be sent to you in the tunnel."

"But would the Mistress approve?" I asked.

"She has ordered it," he said.

"That is interesting," I said. "Generally the Mistress has ordered women kept from me."

"She now sends you one," said Kenneth.

"Yes, Master," I had said.

I now stood quietly in the tunnel, waiting. I thought it must now be the fifteenth Ahn.

I then heard the footsteps approaching me. They were light, quick footsteps, feminine, not the stride of a man. Interestingly from the sound of the footsteps on the central board, as they touched it, I detected that she was wearing slippers.

"I am here," I said, in the darkness.

"Oh!" she said, and stopped, not more than a yard or two from me.

I let her stand there for a moment. She said nothing.

"Are you naked?" I asked.

"I wear a light slave gown," she said.

"Remove it," I said. I heard light silk dropped to the dirt. "Are you now naked?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"No, you are not," I said. "You are wearing slippers."

"Yes," she said.

"Remove them," I said. I heard the two slippers kicked softly to the side.

"Are you now absolutely naked?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Kneel," I said.

"Kneel?" she asked.

"Must a command be repeated?" I asked.

"No," she said. I heard her kneel.

"Are you now kneeling?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "I am now kneeling." I had wished to hear from her own lips this confession that she had now adopted this posture of submission before me.

"Crawl to me on your knees," I said.

She hesitated. But then she did so.

"Kiss my feet," I said. She gasped, but then, putting forth her hands, finding me, did so.

"Straighten up," I told her. She did so.

I put forth my hands and felt her head, and her shoulders. Briefly I put my two hands in her hair, that she might know I could control her by means of it, should I choose to do so. Then I stepped back a foot or so from her.

"Lie down, on your back," I told her. I threw my tunic to the side.

"Are you now lying down?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I slipped down beside her, quickly, with my hands, checking that she had assumed the position to which I had ordered her.

As my hands touched her, she gasped with pleasure. She lifted her hands to put them about my neck but I pressed them away. Then she lay quietly beside me, her arms at her sides. Her breathing was deep.

"You are a new slave?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

I felt her throat.

"You wear no collar," I said.

"Kenneth has not yet put me in a collar," she said.

I felt her left thigh. Most girls are branded on the left thigh. Perhaps this is because most masters are right-handed. The brand, then, as one controls the slave, may be easily caressed. But her left thigh wore no brand. Her right thigh, too, as I soon noted, did not wear the slave mark, nor did her lower left abdomen. These are the three standard marking places, following the recommendations of Merchant Law, for the marking of Kajirae, with the left thigh being, in practice, the overwhelmingly favored brand site.

"You are not branded, are you?" I asked.

"Your hands," she said, "they are so possessive!"

"No," I said, "you are apparently not branded."

"No," she gasped, "I am not branded!"

I had examined her body, fully, for slave marks.

"As you now doubtless know," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"The Mistress has not yet seen fit to brand me," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I do not know," she said. "Do you think me privy to the secrets of the Mistress? She does with me what she pleases."

"You are only an ignorant and lowly slave?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I am only an ignorant and lowly slave."

"Why do you think you were sent to the tunnel?" I asked.

"I do not know," she said.

"It seems then," I said, "that you are not only an ignorant and lowly slave, but one who is stupid and foolish as well."

"I am not stupid and foolish!" she exclaimed, angrily.

"Kiss me," I ordered her.

I felt her lips, warm and soft, sweet, wet, on mine. "I see that you well know why you were sent to the tunnel," I said.

"Yes," she said, "I well know why I was sent to the tunnel."

"Your use is mine," I said.

"My `use'!" she exclaimed.

"Of course," I said.

"Yes," she then said, half purring with delight, "my `use' has been given to you by the Mistress."

"You are then mine, for an Ahn or two," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"I am then, for an Alin or two, your Master," I said.

"Yes," she said.

"And you should address me as such," I said.

"Yes," she whispered, softly, "-Master."

She tried then to kiss me, but I held her from me.

"Has the Mistress owned you long?" I asked.

"No, Master," she said. "I am a new slave."

"Where were you purchased?" I asked.

"In Vonda," she said.

"Why has the Mistress sent you to me?" I asked.

"I do not know, Master," she said.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"The Mistress has not yet given me a name," she said. "If you wish, you may give me a name, for your use of me."

"I shall not bother," I said. "It is sufficient for me that I simply hold you in my arms as a nameless slut."

Her body became suddenly rigid, but then she relaxed. "Yes, Master," she said.

"Doubtless your Mistress will soon give you a name," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"It is convenient for a,slave to have a name," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"It is then easier to order her about, to serve and fetch," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"It is interesting to me that you are not collared and branded," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"Do you expect to be soon collared and branded?" I asked. I smiled to myself.

"Probably," she said, sadly.

"You sound sad," I said.

"Should I not be?" she asked.

"No," I said. "The collar and brand are splendid on a woman. They make her a hundred times, a thousand times, more beautiful."

"Oh," she said.

"Kiss me, nameless slut," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said. Then she lay back. I felt her finger at my shoulder.

"Do you think that I am more beautiful than the Mistress?" she asked.

"Probably," I said. "It is difficult for a free woman to even begin to compete with a slave in beauty."

"Is the Mistress attractive?" she asked.

"She is a quite beautiful woman," I said. "If she were made a slave, she would probably become dazzlingly and desirably beautiful."

"If the Mistress and I were both slaves," she said, "who do you think would be the most beautiful?"

"I do not know," I said. "I would have to stand you both naked in your collars before me, side by side, and see."

"That would be difficult to do," she laughed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh," she said, quickly, lightly, but frightened, "because Mistress is a wonderful free woman, and I am only a lowly slave."

"I see," I smiled.

"What are you going to do with me now?" she asked.

"Why use you for my pleasure, and as a slave," I said.

"Yes, Master," she breathed.

"But first I shall see if you are hot," I said.

"Master?" she asked. "Oh!" she cried.

"I see that you are hot," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

I held her.

"Your arms are strong," she said.

I did not move. I felt her beauty squirm against my chest and thighs. "Master, Master," she whispered. "Please, Master!"

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Have your hot slave," she begged.

"Very well," I said.

I made her scream and sob muchly in the darkness of the tunnel. She seemed piteous in my arms. "I did not know it could be like this," she whispered, hoarsely.

"Be silent, slave," I told her. "Yes, Master," she whispered, kissing and moaning.

"Do it to me again, Master," she begged. "Please, Master!"

"It is growing late," I said.

"Please, Master," she said.

"It is time to send you back to your Mistress," I said. "She will surely be wondering where you are."

"Please, Master," she begged.

"Surely you do not wish to spend time at the whipping ring," I said.

"The Mistress will not whip me," she said.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I am sure of it," she said. "Please, please, Master!"

"It is late," I said.

"But one more time, I beg of you," she said. "But one more time, I beg of you, my Master," she said.

"Very well," I said.

She lay on her back in the dirt, beside me. She was very quiet. I rose to my feet, found my tunic, and drew it on. "Get on your knees," I told her. She did so. I reached to her hair and, holding her head with one hand, with the other jerked a few hairs from her head.

"Oh!" she cried. "Why did you do that?"

"It pleased me," I said.

"You hurt me," she said.

"Be silent," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said. I put the bit of hair to one side, where I might retrieve it later.

"Find your things," I said, "and hold them in your hands." She felt about in the darkness.

"I have them," she said.

"Are you now again kneeling before me?" I asked.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"Kiss my feet," I said. I felt her lips kissing at my feet in the darkness. "Straighten up," I said.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"I now dismiss you," I said. "You dismiss me!" she cried.

"Should I not now return you to your Mistress?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes, Master," she said, angrily.

I heard her move to get up.

"Wait!" I said.

"Master?" she asked, acidly.

I crouched beside her. I took the two slippers and the light gown from her hands. "Open your mouth," I told her. I put a bit of the silk across her lower teeth, and then thrust the open heels of the slippers into her mouth. "Close your mouth," I told her. She did so, with a sound of anger. I then, by the arms, jerked her to her feet, and turned her about.

"Return to your Mistress," I told her.

She made an angry noise.

"Run!" I told her. I gave her a swift and stinging slap below the small of the back.

She then ran down the tunnel, sobbing, away from me.

I retrieved the bit of hair which I had put on the floor of the tunnel, and placed it in my tunic.

I heard her running down the tunnel, sobbing, away from me.

I smiled in the darkness.