"The name 'Janice', on Gor, is a slave name, isn't it?" asked the girl.
"Yes," I said. "Do you object?"
"No, Master," she said. "I find that delicious, and wholly appropriate."
She leaned to me, her hands tied behind her back, and kissed me, gently.
"Let us rest now, Slave Girl," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I awakened, suddenly, startled for the instant. Then I realized what was happening.
It was perhaps an Ahn before dawn.
She lifted her head from my body. It was hard to see her in the light. The fire had burned down. "Please do not whip me, Master," she said, frightened.
"You may continue," I told her.
She again bent her head to my body. She knelt beside me in the darkness. Her hands were tied behind her back. The tether was on her throat.
"Stop for a bit," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said. I felt her cheek against me. Thee she put her head down, on my belly.
"Forgive me for disturbing your rest, Master," she said. "I know that I should not do that. Beat me, if you must."
"I am not angry," I said.
"I could not help myself," she said, "though I feared I might be beaten. You do not know what it is to be a female slave. I am so weak. I was so overcome with desire for my master."
"I am not angry," I told her, "But do not let it happen too often. It is I who will instruct you as to when to serve my pleasure."
"But what of my needs?" she asked.
"Your needs," I said, "will be satisfied if, and when, I please."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"It is perfectly acceptable for you to lie alone in the darkness, miserable, tormented by your needs," I said, "for you are a slave."
"Yes, Master," she said. "But may I not, upon occasion, beg to be used?"
"Of course," I said.
She then, lifting her head, began to lick and kiss softly at my body. I looked up at the stars. I listened to the noises of the jungle night. "How sweet, and strong and beautiful it is," she said.
I said nothing.
"Are you angry with me, Master?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"I love to kiss you," she said. Then she again put her head down on my belly.
"Do not stop, Slave," I said.
Again she lifted her head.
Then I took her by the hair and drew her close to me.
"Master?" she asked.
"Perform," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I then forced her head downward and held her in place, as is common with slaves.
"You are skilled," I told her.
She moaned softly.
"Quite skilled," I said.
She moaned again, a sweet, soft, piteous moan.
"Aiii," I whispered, softly, and, not releasing her, holding her head to me, reared to my feet, half crouching. She was gasping, sobbing. She was half lifted from her knees. I looked down at her. How incredibly beautiful she was in the jungle night, so small, so white and soft, her small hands tied behind her, the tether on her throat. I gasped, and put my head back, taking air into my lungs. Then I lowered her gently to the ground. She looked up at me. "I love you, Master," she whispered. I forced myself to remember that she was only a slave. Then I lay beside her. I wiped her mouth with the back of my forearm. I held her head in my hands and kissed her on the forehead. Then, shuddering, I clutched her. In a few minutes I was calm. In a quarter of an Ahn she felt me move against her thigh. "You are strong, Master," she said. "You are beautiful," I told her.
"You have told me," she said, "that I might, upon occasion, beg to be used."
"It is my intention to use you again," I said. "You need not beg."
"But may I not beg, if I wish?" she asked.
"Of course," I smiled.
"I beg to be used, Master," she whispered.
"You are an incredibly beautiful and desirable woman," I said. "How miserable it would be for men if you were not a slave."
"But I am a slave," she laughed. "And men may buy me, and do what they want with me."
I kissed her.
"Will you not accede to the plea of your aroused slave, Master?" she asked.
"Perhaps," I said.
"I must now be silent on the matter and await your decision," she said.
"That would be wise," I said.
"You could beat me, if you wished, couldn't you?" she asked.
"Of course," I told her.
"I desire you," she whispered.
"We shall see," I said.
"Oh," she laughed. Then she said, "It is well that I spoke the truth." She kissed me. "Do you customarily subject your girls to such an examination?" she asked.
"When it pleases me," I said.
"Of course, Master," she said. "We are slaves."
I again placed my hand upon her, and she put her head back. "You see that I did not lie, Master," she said.
"Yes," I said. I felt her small body move beneath my hand. She lifted her body, piteously. "Am I not ready for my master?" she asked.
"Yes, Slave," I said. "You are well ready."
"Ready as is an Earth woman for the penetration of an equal?" she asked.
"No," I said, "ready as is a Gorean slave girl, begging for the least touch of her master."
"It is true, Master," she said. "No longer am I an Earth woman. I am now only a Gorean slave girl, nothing more."
"Are you loving and obedient, Slave?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I kissed her.
"If I dared," she said, "I would again beg to be taken."
"You may beg," I told her.
"Please take me, Master," she begged. "Please take me, Master."
"What a slave you are," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"How do you wish to be treated?" I asked.
She pressed herself against me, kissing, half sobbing. "Treat me as the amorous, worthless slave I am," she said.
"You are not worthless," I said. "You have a market value, Indeed, it has been improved this night."
"But I am a total slave," she said.
"That is true," I said, "and a squirming, aroused, amorous one."
"Yes, Master," she said.
I held her head in my hands. I kissed her about the throat.
"Please take me, Master," she begged.
"With mercy?" I asked her.
"No," she whispered, "without mercy."
"How incredible was that experience," she said.
"There are many ways to take a woman," I told her, "even many ways to take her without mercy."
"Perhaps it is only the free who permit themselves to be imprisoned by routine," she said.
"Perhaps," I said. "I would not know." I kissed her, gently. "Sleep now," I said. "It is nearly light."
"Yes, Master," she said.
"It is light, Master," she said, softly.
I awakened. I rolled over and lifted myself on one elbow. I regarded her in the glistening, moist jungle dawn. She was lying beside me, the tether on her throat, her hands tied behind her back.
"We must soon be on our way," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said. I saw that she was very beautiful. Yesterday she had been a woman who had been enslaved. This morning she was a slave.
"Master?" she asked.
I took her ankles and threw them apart.
"Yes, my master," she whispered.
Later I stood over her, and looked down upon her. She looked up at me. "I love you, Master," she said.
"You will doubtless be bought and sold many times, Slave," I said, "and will have many masters."
"I will try to love my masters," she said.
"That would be wise on your part," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she smiled. I looked down upon her. Perhaps someday she would find her love master, he to whom she would be the perfect love slave. Sometimes such individuals know one another immediately, sometimes not. Sometimes a man simply sees a naked woman in her chains upon the block and knows suddenly that she is the perfect one, she who is destined to be the perfect love slave for whom he ha. always sought. Sometimes a girl, kneeling before a new master, is seized by a sudden wild emotion. Perhaps it is something in the way his steel is locked upon her body; perhaps it is something in the audacity and assurance with which he handles her. She lifts her head, meeting his eyes. Quickly she puts her head down, trembling. She knows then she has met one who may well be her love master, one to whom she can be but the most helpless of love slaves. I looked down at the girl, lying at my feet. Perhaps someday, I mused, she would find her perfect love master, he to whom she would be the perfect love slave. Until then let her be bought and sold, and passed from hand to hand, subject to exchanges, and vendings and barterings; let her know the joys and miseries of diverse bondages; it did not matter, for she was only a slave.