the little mistress
"Watching us was a woman in Pleasure Silk, of remarkable beauty, yet with a certain subtle hardness and contempt about her. She wore a yellow collar, that of the House of Cernus, and yellow Pleasure Silk. The slave bells, a double row, were locked on her left ankle. About her throat there hung a slave whistle. From her right hand, looped about the wrist, there dangled a slave goad. She was fairly complected but had extremely dark hair and dark eyes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificiently turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
'I am Sura,' she said, looking at me, 'I teach girls to give pleasure to men.'"
Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 150
From the first collar to the next
and every one after that, the little slave learned.
In the Den in Port Kar, she learned.
In the Inn in Schendi, she learned.
In the gardens of rich merchants, she learned.
In the coffle of the Northern Slaver, she learned.
With the coin box strapped to her ko'lar, she learned.
So many hands had she passed through her peidgree lost or forgotten.
None cared what the girl had been bred for.
She was pleasing enough.
She was obediant and she found joy in every aspect of her servitude.
Why look for more?
But there was more to her.
The Jarl's navigaitor saw it.
It was his idea posed to the Jarl to use the girl to train others.
It began with one.
A simple enough feat.
And when the little slave beast finished, they were impressed.
So another was put in her charge.
More followed.
Each left with the knowledge the little slave had gained from every avenue fate had led her.
Truely, her ways seemed so simple.
Her language oft times skewing common phrases.
But she got her lessons across one way or another.
He found a gift in her and generous as he was, he shared that gift.
"Let them all learn from her." said her Jarl
"That one day, the stadards of slave flesh will again be raised."
And so it came to pass.
To Him she was His wicked beastie.
To those she trained, woe them to forget,
she was the little mistress.
