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”Klio looked about. I could see she was pleased to be so approved of, in her basic elements, as a naked female, but too, she was alarmed, having some inkling as to what might be the entailments of such preferences.”
"Have her perform," said one of the men.”
“I shook the slave leash, now on her, This movement was transmitted through the leather, until it jerked and snapped at the ring, on the leash collar.”
"Oh, please , no!" she wept.
"I have shaken the leash, once," I said. "You did not then perform. Fortunate it was for you then that you were a free woman, and not a slave. Even so, I was not pleased. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" she said.
"Now, when I shake it again, you will perform."
She put her head down, trembling.
"Do you understand?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
"You must remember, gentlemen," I said, "she is only a free woman."
I shook the leash and Lady Klio, naked, attempted to perform.
Some of the men laughed.
"Surely you can do better than that," I said.
She sank to her stomach, in the dirt, at the bottom of the trench, weeping.
"Whip her," said a tall fellow, watching her, with his arms folded.
She looked up at him, frightened.
His eyes suddenly glinted. I had not seen what passed between them but I suspect that he had seen in her eyes something swift, some flash of sudden fear and recognition, that she had seen him as her Master.
Then she put down her head again and there, in the dirt, shuddered.
"On your knees," I said. "Now."
She cried out, and rose quickly to her knees.
"Knees spread," I said.
She knelt there, her knees spread. She blushed crimson. It seemed she could not take her eyes off the tall fellow.
"Perform," I encouraged her. "Move. Call attention to your charms."
Again Lady Klio began to perform, as she
could.
"It may not be much, gentlemen," I informed
them, holding the leash, "but surely for
such a woman it is an unusual activity. I
suspect that she is not accustomed to doing
it. Perhaps in the future she will be better
at it. Look, gentlemen. Little as it may be.
I suspect this is far more than was provided
for the many chaps who paid for her meals,
her lodging, her wardrobe, her
transportation, her luxuries, her claimed
needs, her numerous
bills.
"Continue to perform," I said. You may leave
your knees, but do not rise to your
feet.
She regarded me, in wild
protest.
"Yes,?" I said.
"Do not make me do these things," she
begged. "Do not make me dance and writhe so.
I am a free woman!"
"Your freedom will soon be a matter of the
past," I told her. "How well you do now
could influence the quality of your life in
the future."
"Do not fear," I said. "I know you are truly
a slave. I learned it in your kiss, when you
were shackled at the wall at the Crooked
Tarn. I think that perhaps, in the same
kiss, you learned it." The men laughed. She
sneaked a glance at the tall fellow, and
then, hastily, put down her
head.
He smiled.
"Lady Elene, of Tyros, your friend, whom you
remember from the Crooked Tarn, and the
coffle," I said, "is even now in a slave
collar." It had been put on her within
moments of her sale. Klio looked back at
me.
"In her performance," I said, "the slave,
unrestrained, emerged quickly and in moments
the woman discovered that it was she. It
pleased the men abundantly. It brought a
good price. It is now
collared."
Klio sobbed.
"Frankly," I said, "I had not expected you
to be inferior to her."
She looked at me,
angrily.
"But perhaps the women of Tyros," I said,
"are superior to those of
Cos?"
"I think not," said a man, rather
angrily.
There was laughter from the others. I
supposed he must be Cosian,
natively.
"But then," I said, "it is said, I have
heard, that those of Port Kar prize Cosians
as slaves."
"Show us what a Cosian can do," said a
man.
"Thus," I said, "it seems that it is not,
really, that the women of Tyros are superior
to the women of Cos, but merely that, in
your particular case, you are inferior to
the Lady Elene."
She looked at me, again
angrily.
"But that is only to be expected, upon
occasion, I suppose," I said, "that some
woman of Tyros would be superior to some
woman of Cos. Too, it is no disgrace to be
inferior to the Lady Elene, who is quite
attractive and, in time, might even make a
dancer."
"I am inferior to Elene," she said,
angrily.
The men laughed at her
vehemence
She looked at the tall
fellow.
I quickly then, that she would feel the
authoritative signal of the leash and collar
rings while she was looking at the tall
fellow, shook the
leash.
"Ah!" said a fellow.
I was quite pleasant then with
Klio.
My expectation, I then felt, that she would
prove to be the most exciting and desirable
of the two, was borne out. That was why I
had saved her for last, of course, for use
in the trench closest to Ar's Station. To be
sure, I might have been somewhat prejudiced,
for I remembered Klio's lovely dark hair,
and I tend to be partial to brunets. Who,
eventually, would prove to be the best slave
I did not know. Let such women compete
desperately with one another, and with other
slaves, each striving to be the
best.
One of the men cried out with
pleasure.
That had been an excellent leash move, to be
sure. Klio displayed herself brilliantly on
the leash. Such things seem very natural for
a woman. Perhaps they are, to some extent
like slave dance, instinctive, the
biological template, or genetic dispositions
for them, having been selected for , the
biological need of a woman to belong, to be
approved of and to
love.
"Superb!" said a
fellow.
I wondered if Klio, sensing these deep,
dark, wonderful, frightening things within
her, the rightfulness of the destiny of
submission to men for her, and such, had
not, perhaps in the privacy of her own
chambers, before her mirror, put the leash
on herself. Perhaps she had then, there,
before the mirror, in the privacy of her own
quarters, moved similarly. It is not unusual
for women to do this sort of thing, alone,
often in bonds and chains, expressing
plaintively therein their longing for a
master.
"Superb! Superb!" cried for another
fellow.
Klio, I recalled, had chosen a dangerous way
of life, one which she must surely have
realized, on one level or another, might
lead to the collar.
" 'Klio', " I said to the men, "might be an
excellent name for a slave, do you not think
so?"
"Yes!" said more than
one.
Klio flushed with pleasure. Somehow it
seemed she became even more sinuous, more
sensuous, then. I saw that she was paying a
bit too much attention to the tall
fellow.
"On, your belly," I said to Klio. "There,
that fellow," I said, indicating a grizzled
sapper to one side, his hooks near him,
"address yourself to him, about the feet and
legs."
He grinned.
"No!" said the tall
fellow.
I had thought this move on my part might
bring him into action.
Klio stopped, and turned, from her knees, to
regard him.
"I will buy her!" he
said.
"She is not cheap," I said. It seemed to me
I might as well get what I could for Klio. I
fear I must admit occasionally to a streak
of opportunistic greediness.
"A silver tarsk!" he
cried.
"Done!" I said. I had not really expected
anything like that. Klio, redeemed through
Ephialtes, had only cost me thirty copper
tarsks. Perhaps I should have held out for
more, seeing the eagerness of the fellow,
but, after all, I was taken by surprise by
the splendid offer, and even opportunistic
greediness has its limits, particularly when
surprised.
"On all fours," I said to
Klio.
Immediately she went to all
fours.
"A silver tarsk," I
said.
It was placed in my palm and I put it in my
pouch. I then removed my leash and collar
from her neck. I had not even returned the
leash and collar to my pouch before I heard
a decisive click and a small cry from Klio.
She looked up, collared, a slave, at her
Master.
"She dances, the leash dance well, does she
not?" I asked.
"I will improve her in it," said he,
grimly.
Klio quickly bent her head, unbidden to his
feet, and kissed them.
"Share her," said a
fellow.
"Let her dance again," said another, "not in
the leash."
"Proffer her to the arms of each of us,"
said another, "in
turn."
"She is mine," said the
fellow.
"We are your comrades in arms," said
another.
"True!" said another.
"Have no fear," said the tall fellow, " I
will share the slave, and my good fortune,
with you, but do not forget that in the end
it is I alone to whom she belongs, that it
is mine alone whose slave she
is."
The men crowded around Klio now, and I could
hardly see her among them. Even the fellow
from the low wooden platform, which page him
a vantage over the top of the trench, had
joined them.
Renegades of GOR, pages 170-178
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