..... Some female slaves, incidentally, have a pedigreed lineage going back through several generations of slave matings, and their masters hold the papers to prove this. It is a felmony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers....... In the case of the bred female slave, of course, she has been legally and literally, in anyone's understanding, bred to the collar, and in a full commercial and economic sense, as a business speculation on the part of masters. The features most often selected for by the breeders are beauty and passion opposed to the pseudomasculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties."
Book 17, Savages of Gor, pages 68 - 69

She was a creation to save the fall of one man in that rich slave house in Ar.
He had dabbled too much, too often with the genetics of the beasts at his disposal.
Finally, he had success with his last chance.
All the tell-tale markings from the female of the pair were lost.
This one had smooth finely pored flesh.
She was as compact as the female of the pair. Yet had the endurance and strength from the male.
Of course there were some subtle lingering traits from the coupling, but so faint, they were almost endearing one would think.
One would hope.
That slight defect to her vocal chords?
So what if she would never have a sweet melodic voice?
Not many men wanted this sort of slave to talk to, now did they?
So, with his success, the breeding pair was destroyed.
His oath given there would be no more dabbling.
Now he went to work training the child that would be his redemption in the circle of his peers.

He never named the child.
He would not form any sort of attachment to her. But she still exceeded his demands on her.
She took the grueling training.
She danced herself to exhaustion.
She learned to know the workings of her flesh.
The effects she had on other men.
She grew to maturity with her firey passion hovering like an aura around her.
And even on the night before he was to take her to the block, he kenneled her with the same words he spoke to her each and every night.
"In an ahn...most likely I shall return and slit your throat."

So is it any wonder how the child that grew into the exotic passion slave would have ever hesitated when asked her name?
The little beast would purr all she knew it to be...
inanna



Slave's life.