Rogue of Gor

23. I am Made Welcome in the Holding ofPolicrates; Kliomenes Makes Test of Me; I Select a Girl for my Night's Pleasure

The naked slavegirl in her bells and jewels writhed on the scarlet tiles of the floor before us.

Policrates, sitting beside me, behind the broad, low table, musingly fitted together the two pieces of yellowish, brown stone, the two halves of the once shattered topaz. Again I found it startling, and impressive, how the figure of a river galley emerged from the brownish discolorations in the two pieces of stone once they were fitted together. There was no mistaking that they were the two halves of what was once an unusual, divided stone.

"Fatcinating," said Policarates. "and how is my friend, Ragnar Voskjard?" Well," I said, "and he, of course inquires after your health."I am well," said Policrates, "and you may, upon your return, assure him that I am eager to participate in our common venture."

"In twenty days," I said, "allowing for my return and the fitting of our ships, we shall be at your sea gate."Excellent," said Policrates.

"We shall then," I said, "proceed to Ar's Station to sck the stores and burn her vessels. Following that we shall wreak similar havoc upon Port Cos. These two major ports crippled, the river then for all practical purposes will be ours."

"It is amusing," said Policrates, "that the tension between Cos and Ar prevents the linkage of their powers upon the river. "Their foolishness in this respect," I said, "should redound considerably to our advantage."

"True," laughed Policrates. "Let us drink to that." He lifted his goblet and we clinked our goblets together and I reached across Policrates, extending my goblet to Kliomenes, who surily sat on the right of Policrates. We three then, touched goblets and then we drank.Kliomenes eyes me narrowly.

I turned away and gave my attention to the slave writhing on the tiles before me.She was performing a need dance, of a type not uncommon among Gorean female slaves.Such a dance usually proceeds in clearly defined phrases, evident not merely in the expressions and movements of the girl but in the nature of the accompanying music. There are usually five phases to such a dance. In the first phase the girl, dancing feighs indifference to the presence of men, before, whom as a slave she must perform.In the second phase, for she has not yet been raped, her distress and uneasiness, her restlessness, her disturbance by her sexual urges, must become subtly more manifest. Here is must be evident that she is beginning to feel her sexuality and drive, profoundly, and yet is struggling against them. Toward the end of this phase, it must become clear not only that she has sexual needs and deep ones, but that she is beginning to fear that she may not be simply, as she is, of sufficient interest to men to obtain their satisfaction.

Here, need, coupled with anxiety and self-doubt, for she has not yet been seized by strong men, must become clear. In the third phase of the dance she, in an almost ladylike fashion, acknowledges herself defeated in her attempt to conceal her sexuality; she then, again in an almost ladylike fastion, delicately but clearly, with restraint but unmistakably, acknowledges and publicly before masters that she has sexual needs.

Then with smiles and gestures displaying herself, she makes manifest her readiness for the service of men, her willingness and her receptivity. She invites them, so to spake to have her. But she has not yet been seized by an arm or an ankle or by her collar, a thumb hooked rudely under it, or hair, and pulled from the floor. What if she is not sufficiently pleasing? What if she is not to be fulfilled? What is she must continued to dance alone unnoticed. At this point it becomes clear to her that it is by no means a foregone conclusion that men will find her of interest, or that they will see fit to satisfy her. She must strive to be pleasing. If she is not good enough she may be chained, unfulfilled, another night alone in the kennel. There are always other girls. She must earn her rape.

Too, if she should be insufficiently pleasing consistently it is likely that she will be slain. Goreans place few impediments in the way of te liberation of a slave female's sexuality. In this phase of the dance, then, shamelessly the woman dances her need and shamelessly begs for her sexual satisfaction.This phase of the dance is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen.

The fifth and final phase, of the dance, is far more dramatic and exciting. In this phase the girl, overcome by sexual desire and terrifed that she may not be found sufficiently pleasing, clearly manifests, and utterly, that she is a slave female. In this portion of the dance the girl is seldom on her feet. Rather, sitting, rolling and changing position, on her side, her back, her belly, half-kneeling, half sitting, kneeling, crawling, reaching out, bending backwards, lying down, twisting with passion, gesturing to her body, presenting it to masters for their inspection and interest, whimpering, moaning, crying out, brazenly presenting herself as a slave, pleading for her rape, she writehes, a piteous, begging, vulnerable, ready slave, a woman fit for and begging for the touch of a master, a womean begging to become at the least touch of her master, a totally submitted slave. The fourth phase of the dance, as I have mentioned, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen. This portion of the dance, the fifth portion, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Slave Girl.

"I had expected the topaz to be delivered earlier," said Policrates. "I had sent word to Ragnar Voskjard more than fifty days ago."

"There were many deliberations in the holding of Ragnar," I said. "Junctions of hthis kind are not to be entered upon lightly. Too, I was detained in Victoria. There are many guardsmen in Victoria, both of Port Cos and Ar's Station, who seach for the bearer of the topaz."I would feel better," said Kliomenes,"if I could see your face."The mask I wear," I said, "must be to conceal my identyl"

"It is common, Kliomenes," said Policrates, "for the courier, he carrying the topaz, to cover his features in foreign holdings. The concealment of his identity is essential to his work."

"For all you know," I said to Kliomenes," I might be Ragnar Voskjard himself." Kliomenes shrank back."But you are not," said Policrates, "For Ragnark a shrewd fellow, would not venture upon such dangerous work as the personal transport of the topaz."

"I think that is true," I grinned. "At any rate it is certainly true at lesat that I am not Ragnar Voskjard." "There is something about you which seems familiar," said Kliomenes. "Have I ever seen you before?" asked Kliomenes. "Perhaps," I said.

"You see, Kliomenes," said Policrates, "our friend may be well known upon the river. If so, it is scarcely in Ragnar Voskjard's interest, or in ours, or in the interest of our friend here, to be recognized as the courier of the topaz. If he is highly placed in some town on the river then his utility to Voskjard and to use would be considerably diminished if it were understood such a highly placed person was secretly in league with men such as ourselves and Voskjard."

"True," said Kliomenes. "And I think that we may be certain," said Policrates, "that our friend is indeed well known in at least one town on the river."

"That is true," I admitted. Indeed, I was reasonably well known in Victoria.

The music ended with a swirl of sound and the girl with a jangle of bells, lay before the table of Policrates, whimpering, her hand extended. She lifted her head. I read the unmistakable need in her eyes. She was indeed a slave female.

"Master!" she whimpered. "Please Master!" Policrates glanced at her. "Throw me to your men, please Master," she begged.

Policrates gestured to a brawny fellow who, coming up behind the girl bent down and by her upper arms, lifted her from the floor. She was helpless in his arms. Only her toes, well painted, scarlet nails, touched the floor. Policrates gestured gain to a table to the side, and the fellow, carrying the girl went to the table. He then threw her with a jangle of bells and a clatter of places and goblets to the surface of the table. Instantly the girl was held down on the table, on her back, her arms and legs held apart, and several men crowded about her. I heard her cry with pleasure.

"I know who you remind me of," said Kliomenes. "Who?" I asked. "A brawler and dock worker of Victoria," he said, "one called Jason." I smiled. "There is a resemblance," said Policrates. "Jason of Victoria," said Kliomenes, "did not know the sword." "Then how could I be he?" I asked.

"Draw!" cried Kliomenes, leaping across the table and whipping out his blade. I looked, unconcernedly, at Policrates. "My identity is surely established sufficiently by my former possession of the topaz," I said. "Surely too, none who were not of the party of Ragnar Voskjard, should they come into the possession of the topaz would dare to bring it here. What could be the point?"

"These things seem to me true," said Policrates, "but as Kliomenes has said, there seems a resemblance." "Surely I am not to be blamed for that?" I smiled. "Will it hurt to make a test of the matter?" inquired Policrates. I grinned, "No," I said. "But on the other hand, it is well known upon the river that Kliomenes is an excellent swordsman, surely I should be forgiven if I did not find myself eager to be spitted upon his blade. "Draw!", said Policrates.

I threw the cloak behind me and drew forth the blade which was slung at my hip.

With one foot I moved aside the low table watching Kliomenes, that he not attack me as I step upon the table, maintaining an uneven balance.Kliomenes, I saw noted this.Then there was silence in the hall. The pirates, feasting at the low tables, stopped eating and watched. The girls too with their vessels and trays, serving, many of them nude, save for their collars and bangles, stood or knelt quietly, not moving, watching. The torches could then be heard, crackling at the walls.

Kliomenes thrust suddenly at me and I parried the blow, smartly. I did not attempt to strike him. He thrust then thrice again and each time I turned aside the steel.

Men murmured at the tables. He had been too easily thwarted. Suddenly angrily, Kliomenes attacked. For three or four Ehn he struck and slashed at me. Then, sweating, he lowered his blade angrily. I had of intetne particularly in the last two Ehn parried heavily. Strength as well as skill is signifgicant in swordplay, something which is insufficiently understood by many unfamiliar with weaponry. It is particularly telling if the action is prolonged. Whereas one may turn aside steel deftly one may alsok if one chooses, turn it aside with power, which necessitates an additional exertion on the part of the antagonist to return his steel to the ready position. He must, in order to protect himself, under such conditions, bring his blade back through a greater arc, and with additional speed and pressure. Similarly, as may be understood in terms of a simple simile, if one is holding an implement and it is struck with greater force it will be more difficult and tiring to return it to its original position than ifif has not been struck heavily and has not been moved significantly. Sometimes, throuth I had tried not to make this obvious, I had, in effect beaten his blade to the side, rather than merely turned it away.

"Obviously this man cannot be Jason of Victoria," smiled Policrates. Kliomenes angrily thrust his steel into its sheath. I dropped my blade, too, into my sheath. I had not attempted to respond to him, truly, but had only defended myself. Since I has limited myself only to defense, and had not risked the exposures of attack, I had been in little danger, at least for a time.

It is difficult of course to strke a swordsman who is both competent and careful. It is dangerous of course over a period of time to rely solely on defense. For one thing the antagonist, embolded, may press ore and more dangerous sttacks, far more difficult to avert than if he were subject to the necessity of protecting himself. Secondly, of coures, one's defense might falter or become imperfect, particularly over time. Obviously the consequences of even a moment's inadvertence in the dialogue of blades could be irremediable. One who limites oneself solely to defense, and is unwilling to attack, obviously can never win. Too, sooner or later, it seems, he must be doomed to lose. There is no wall so strong that it will not one day crumble.

Kliomenes returned to his place, and I replacing the table to its original position, returned too to my place."Kliomenes," observed Policrates, "you seem weary."I only wished to make a test of him," said Kliomenes, "to determine whether or not he knew the sword." "And what is your opinion?" asked Policrates. "His skills seem adequate," said Kliomenes. "I thought so too," said Policrates, smiling.

I was grateful to Callimachus, he of Port Cos, my teacher. In long hours, from dawn to dusk, and even in the light of lamps, over the past several days, in my house in Victoria, he had labored with me, instilling in me techniaues, and anticipations and reflexes, subjecting me to a tutelage of apprehensions and tactics. I had proved, I think a not inapt pupil. Yet I remained clearly aware of my limitations. A high order of skill with stel is not easily purchased. This is particularly true with the subtle difference and dimensions and increments which tend to divide masters.

"I only wishes to make a test of him, " said Kliomenes, "to see whether or not he knew the sword. I did not wish to kill the courier of Ragnar Voskjard."That is clearly understood," smiled Policartes. "Music," then he called, "and a new dancer, and wenches to serve! Let the feast continue!" The muscians then again began to play, the sensuous, melodious, exciting wild music of Gor.

I picked up a leg of vulo and bit into it. I was relieved, though I gave little sign of it. Kliomenes, angrily, continued to swill wine. A new dancer came forth upon the floor and began, a tall brute near her with the leather, to perform a whip dance.

Girls, some nude, some scantily clad, hurried about the tables, serving food and drink. I looked about, considering the wenches. I did not see Miss Beverly Henderson among them. I did see several, however, whom I would have been delighted to own.

"Wine, Master?" asked a red-headed girl with two leather straps wound about her body. I took wine from her, and gave my attention then to the dancer, a luscious, dark-haired girl. In the whip dance, though there are various versions of it, depending on the locality, the girl is almost never struck with the whip, unless of course, she does not perform well. When the whip is cracked, however, the girl will commonly react as though she has been struck. This, conjoined with the music, and her beauty, and the obvious symbolism of her beauty beneath total male discipline, can be extremely, powerfully erotic.In an elegant, civilized context, one of beauty and music, it makes clear and bespeaks the raw and essential primitives of the ancient genetic, biological sexual relationship of men and women, the theme of dominance and submission, that man is master by blood and women is slave by birth.

Neither too, as say the Goreans, will know their fulfillment until they become true to themselves. We can be conquered, but nature cannot. In attempting to conquer nature, we defeat only ourselves. True freedom and happiness, perhaps, lies not in denying and repudiating our nature but in fulfilling it.

"Bread, Master?" asked a blond-haired beauty, keeling down beside me. She offered me a silver tray on which, hot and seaming were wedges of Gorean bread, made from Sa-Tarna grain. I took one of them and, from the tureen, with the small silver dipper, both on the tray, poured hot butter on the bread. I then dismissed her with a gesture of my head and she rose lightly to her feet and left to serve another. She was unclothed.

"I would prefer," said Kliomenes, "that he did not wear a mask." "Surly you must understand," said Policrates, "that his identify must remain concealed." Policrates gestured about himself, to the tables. "What if one hear should turn traitor, and later identify and betry our guest, say for gold? Or, what if his features might be seen by a slave, say, a mere serving wench, who might later, herself being sold or given away, inadvertently, by her reaction, give suspicious as to his identity?"

Kliomenes nodded glumly, and turned again to his wine.

"Do even the slaves here know that I am the courier fo Rganer Voskjard?" I asked."Of coures," said Policrates. "To celebrate your arrival, and the bringing of the pledge of the topaz, this very feast has been commanded. Indeed, even if it were not so, it is difficult to keep rumors of such matters from the kitchens and kennels. The little sluts, even in their chains, are prone to gossip and are eager for the least tidbit of news."I smiled.

"Meat, Master?" asked a girl, nude, who knelt now beside me. She offered a tray on which small cubes of roasted bosk, on tiny sticks, steamed. I took several, dipping them by the sticks in a sauce, carried on the same tray. I returned the tiny sticks to the tray and looked at the girl. She put down her head. Her hair had been cut quite short, probably as a punishment. She must now, nude, offer meat to men. It is understood of course in such a situation that in asking such a question that the girl is offering herself to the male, as much or more, than the steaming, nourishing delights on her plate. This sort of thing, incidentally, is quite common in Gorean serving. This sort of question, generally, is unerstood more broadly than merely being an inquiry into the male's culinary preferences of the moment. The classical question in this respect, almost universal on Gor, is "Wine, Master?"

"Do you think, truly," asked Policrates, "that the fleet os Rganar Voskjard, fully rigged and fitted, can be here in twenty days?" I see no difficulty in the matter," I assured him."Good," he said.

I looked about at the girls among the tables. Some, but not all, wore five steel loops on their body, a rounded, narrow collar loop, and rounded and narrow, lops on their wrists and ankles. Such looks in a variety of ways can provide a variety of ties. Only a bit of binding fiber, slipped behind the loops is required. Goeran men are sometimes ingenious in the ties to which they subject slave girls. Different ties, of course, have different purposes.

One may generally distinguish among such things as control ties, discipline ties, and pleasure ties. These ties are not mutually exculsive of course.

"Grapes, Master?" said a soft feminie voice near to me. I looked about but I did not react. It was the free owman, or the woman who had been free, who had been ordered from the crowd on the wharves of Victoria. I reaclled her having been stripped by the pirate and his blade at her throat. She had tied the knot of bondage in her own hair. She ahd been ordered to run to the galley. There I had seen her bound helplessly at its railing, her back to it, exposing her beauty, with others. "Master?" she asked. Her voice, and mein, were deferential and totally submissive. An incredible transformation had come over her. She was not soft and lovely and beautiful, a woman who was and knew herself owned. I wanted to take her in my arms. She lifted the tray of grapes to me, proffering it.They were Ta grapes. I smiles. Each, I noted had been carfully peeled. Doubtless that had been the task to which she had set that afternoon. Suchtrivial, painstaking tasks are often useful in teaching a women that she is a slave. "Master?" she asked. I wanted to take her in my arms. I permitted her to feed me a grape. Then she withdrew. I watched her withdraw. She was beautiful. She wore a snatch of yellow silk.

"I see that she pleased you," said Policrates. "You may have her this evening in your chambers, if you wish."Perhaps," I said. I shrugged.The whip dance continued before us.

"Fruit, Master," asked a girl softly, timidly, kneeling down lightly beside me. Her head was down. She was frightened. I turned, sitting to face her. She trembled. She did not raise her head. "She fears you," said Policratesk "for she knows you are the courier of Ragnar Voskjard. Too she is perhaps intimidated by my presence, and that of Kliomenes, for we are highest in this holding." I smiled. Such men of course held over her the total power of life or death. I regarded the girl.

There were five, narrow, rounded loops of steel locked upon her hair body, one serving as collar, and the others for her wrists and ankles. In her hands she carried, held, ripe rounded fruit.

She wore, like the girl before her, tantalizing to the eye, what might constitute a master's conception of a garment suitable for a lovely female slave, a fragment of silk which made unmistakable clear that the beauty to which it clung, and which it made little pretense to conceal, lay fully at the disposition and mercy of lusty men. Yet is was, in its way, more demure than that which had been worn by the girl before her. In particular, as it was tied snugly, it gathered her breasts, holding them together and lifting them.

"She is a new slave," said Policrates, "and is not yet fully broken to the collar."Her dark hair was coiffured loosely and high upon her head. It was bound with a braided yellow cord, strong enough to hold her wrists, should she be bound with it. If the cord were jerked loose the hair would fall, uncound, to the small of her back."She is exquisite, isn't she?" asked Policrates.

I put my thumb under her chin and lifted up her head. Her soft brown eyes, frightened, met mine.there was a look in them which I had seen before, I thought, in others girls, in the eyes of asalve girl as she looks into the eyes of a master. That interested me. Then she turned aside her head, though it was still held much in place by the obdurate pressure of my thumb. She did not recognize me.Her delicate lips wore lipstick, red. There was a subtle shading of blue on her upper eyelids.

"She fears that you will find her pleasing," said Policrates, "but yet, I think, desires that you will."The girl trembled. I removed my thumb from beneath her chin, and she put her head down. Policrates regarded her. "Little, fool," he said, "for what purpose have you come to this table?"

The girl lifted her head then and timidly lifted the ripe, rounded fruit which she held in her hands. Gorean peaches and plums, to me. Her eyes met mine, and then she looked down, blushing. I then understood the purpose of the gathering of her brief yellow garmet at her breasts, lifting them, sweet, rounded and swelling, for the inspection and delectation of masters. In her gesture, her offering of the fruit, it is cleafning understood that she was offering to me as well the lovely fruits of her service and beauty.

I took one of the peaches and bit into it, watching her. She shuddered.

"You are dismissed," said Policrates."Yes, Master," she said, frightened, and rising quickly, lightly, hurried away, barefoot on the tiles to serve others.I thought Miss Henderson made a lovely slave girl.

The whip dance was now approaching its climax.

"She is a pretty little think," I said, looking after MIss Henderson, "What do you call her?" Beverly," said Policrates. "You are cruel," i said, smiling, "to give her an Earth-girl name."She is an Earth girl," he said grinning."Oh," I said."Do you like Earth girls?" he asked."Yes," I said.

"That one is raw," he said, "but in time like the others, I think she will make an excellent slave."Do you think she is a natural slave?" I asked."Undoubtedly," he said. "I meant that she was not yet fully trained, not yet broken fully to the collar. "I see," I said.

"Kliomenes fell in with her at the tavern of Hibro, the Pirate's Chain in Victoira," he said. "He immediately sized her up as slave meat. Thinking herself in delightful converse with hi she informed him that her name on earth had been Beverly. Accordingly it seemed fitting that we should put that name again upon her, though now only as a slave name, by our whim."Of course," I said."She, herself," said Policrates, "repudiated the assistance of a fellow desireing to extracate her from her peril, mocking and dismissing him, one called Jason of Victoria, he to whom you bear some physical resemblance."I see," I said.

"Kliomenes did not even use Tassa powder on her," he said. "He simply bound her and carried herk struggling to his ship."He indicated the girl, among the tables moving about, keeling and serving fruit.

I thought her thighs and ankles, and her back, which wa smuch exposed, were beautiful. "She now serves us well," he said.

I turned my attention to the dancer on the floor. She lay now on her back, one knee lifted, her arms at her sides, palms down, before the brute with his whip, who towered over her. Her head, too, was turned to the side. Then she turned her head to face the brute, who tyrannized her. She looked deeply into his eyes. Then delicately, in a graceful gentrues, she turned her hands, putting their backs to the floor, exposing her palms and the soft flesh of her plams to him, indicating her surrender, her submission, her vulnerability and her readiness.

There was applause, the strking of the left shoulder from the tables.

The brute then crouched beside her and encircles her neck with the coils of his whip. He drew her to her knees then before him. She looked up at him, her neck in the whip coils, his.

There was more applause. Then the brute looked to Policrates, who indicated a table. He then pulled the girl to her feet and, running her over the tiles, and then releasing the coils form her neck, threw her stumbling into the arms of waiting pirates who, with a cry of pleasure, seized her and began to work their lusty wills upon her. There was more applause, and laughter.

I rose to my feet."The feast has but begun," laughed Policrates. "I am weary," I said. "I think I shall retire to my chambers." "Certainly!" he laughed, "Your journey has been long. I shall of course send a girl to wash your body and content you."Policrates is generous," I said."It is nothing." he said.

This form of hospitality of course is common on Gor. It is common to provide a guest with a girl for the night, to see to his comfort. My compliment, nontheless, was appropraite as was his reply. Ritualistic amennities, and pleasantries on such occasions are invariably observed.

He rose to stand beside me. Together we looked about the tables at various girls, slaves, nude and partialy clothed, who served there.

"Take your pick of the wenches," he said.

I looked about at the girls, attending dutifully to their serving, many of them not even conscious of my attention. One of them could discover later that she had been selected to be sent to my chambers for the evening.

"Tai is interesting," said Policrates. A dark-haired girl quickly averted her eyes from ours, putting down her head and hurring to pour wine nearby. Two silver chains ran from a large look on her collar to her writs. The snug metal bracelets there were jeweled. "There is Reli ther," he said. "Consider her." He indicated another dark-haired girl. She wore a long lovely red gown, but it had been pulled down about her waist. She carried a tray of tiny cups, filled with liqueurs. She was willowy and sweetly-breasted. A silver collar graced her throat. "Tela, when captured," he said indicating a blonde, "begged to be permitted to be kept in white silk." He laughed. "After thowing her to a crew for their pleasure, we put her as she had asked in white silk." "Amusing," I said. "She now often begs for red silk," he said. "Perhaps we will one day permit it to her." "I see," I said."She is now quick to lick a mans' feet," he added. "Excellent," I said."Bikkie," said he, indicating a short, dark-haired girl, "is good. too there are Mira and Tala, the matched blondes. They are sisters from Cos" He indicated two girls, one older than the other, one perhaps 19 and the other 17. They were fastened together by the neck byaknotted red strap some four feet in length. They were slender and nude. "You may have both," he said.

I continued to look about.

"I saw that you were interested in Lita," he said, referring to a girl in adiaphanous bit of swirlingyellow silk. She was the woman who had been free, whom I had seen enslaved on the wharves of Victoria, only a few nights past. In her own hair she had tired the knot of bondage. "She is trying hard to improve her skills," he said. "I think she will be ready for sale in another month. Perhaps you could assist in her training.Perhaps some other time," I said."There are others, of course," said he, "below in cages."

"I think I see one in which I might be interested," I said. "Which?" he asked. "That one," I said.

"Beverly?" he said, "the Earth girl?" "Yes," I said. "Choose another," he said. "Why?" I asked. "She is raw and untrained," he said. "She is a poor slave.

"I find her, nonetheless, not to be without interest," I said. "Very well," he said. "I will have her sent to your chambers within the Ahn." "My thanks Policrates," I said. "It is nothing," he said.

I then bowed graciously to my host, Policrates, and to Kliomenes, his lieutenant and confederate and then turned about and made my way to my chambers.