Vagabonds of Gor

by Norman, John;

  "Of course," she said.

  "How do you like the feel of it on your body?" I asked.

  "It is like nothing," she said, "and yet, frighteningly, something."

  "Does it stimulate you?" I asked.

  "Yes," she said, "terribly so, far more so than I had ever anticipated it could."

  "You are very beautiful in it," I said.

  "Thank you," she said.

  "You will note that it can be easily lifted aside."

  "Yes," she said.

  "Can you imagine what it would be if it were lifted aside?"

  "Yes!" she said. "Every bit of me is alive! Even now my skin is flaming!"

  "Do you know the perfume you wear?" I asked.

  "It is a slave perfume," she said.

  "Yes," I said. It was a heady perfume. It made me wish to reach across the table, seize her, and throw her upon it, and then, there, on that small, smooth, hard surface, put her to my pleasure, ravishing her publicly. "Do you know its name?" I asked.

  "No," she whispered. She was, after all, a free woman.

  "It is a well-known Cosian perfume," I said, "'The Chains of Telnus'."

  "I see," she whispered.

  "Cosian masters sometimes enjoy putting women of Ar, their slaves, in it."

  "You speak of it as though it were a collar," she said.

  "In a sense, it is," I said.

  "I cannot help it," she said. "It, too, like the silk, excites me!"

  "That is its intention," said I, "woman of Ar."

  "Doubtless there are many slave perfumes," she said.

  "Yes," I said, "hundreds."

  "I never thought to be put in one," she said.

  "But you now are in one," I said.

  "Yes," she whispered.

  I surveyed her, as a master might have a slave.

  "You regard me, boldly," she said.

  "Your current appearance calls for candid, detailed perusal," I said.

  "As might that of a slave," she said.

  "Yes," I said.

  On her left ankle was an anklet, locked, on which was affixed a row of tiny slave bells. Her wrists wore bracelets, and two of these, sturdy bracelets, one on each wrist, were locked in place and equipped with snap rings, permitting them to be joined together.

  I smiled.

  How widely she had spread her knees before me.

  "Slave girls did this to me," she said. "They made me up in this fashion. They garbed and adorned me!"

  "I ordered you prepared," I said.

  "I see," she said.

  "You are extremely attractive," I said.

  "Thank you," she whispered.

  "They did an excellent job with you," I said.

  "Take me to an alcove!" she begged. "Please take me to an alcove!"

  "The free woman," I inquired, "begs to be taken to an alcove, in a paga tavern?"

  "Yes!" she said.

  I looked about the main room, carefully. I did not see any of the fellows who had been in the vicinity of the small camp earlier, those who had presumably followed me from the area of the temporary camp to the tavern.

  "Yes!" she said.

  I pointed to the paga goblet on the table. I had hardly touched it.

  Quickly, with a tiny sound of bells, and the small sounds of the necklaces and bracelets, the girl reached for the paga goblet. Then, kneeling there before me, her knees widely, piteously, opened, clad in a bit of slave silk, she kissed and licked deferentially, humbly, at the goblet. Then, head down, her arms extended, she proffered it to me.

  I took it from her and barely touched it to my lips. I did not wish, this night, to have my reflexes slowed.

  I placed the goblet on the table.

  "I have served you," she whispered. "I now wish to serve you further."

  "Stand," I said.

  Immediately she complied.

  I left the paga goblet on the table and put a tarsk bit beside it. I then stood behind her, drew her wrists behind her back, and, by means of the snap rings on the two locked bracelets, fastened them there. I then took her by the upper left arm and conducted her to an alcove, where I thrust aside the leather curtain.

  She stood there for a moment, terrified, regarding the small, lamp-lit interior, with its various accouterments and furnishings. Then I flung her to the furs. She turned about, on one side, and then the other, half sunk in the furs, looking about. On the wall to the left, as one entered, were various paraphernalia, in ordered arrangements, cuffs, chains, shackles, whips and such. She sat up in the furs, and, moved back, pushing back, frightened, as far as she could, until she had her back against the back wall. There she looked about herself, as well. To her left and right were two rings, suitable for fastening a woman's hands back and against the wall, should she be either sitting or kneeling, either facing the wall or the curtain. There was a similar pair of rings higher in the back wall to which she might be fastened standing, either facing the wall or curtain. There were several other rings about, too, here and there, mostly on the floor, permitting various arrangements such as the spread-eagling of the slave. There was also a holding ring in the wall to the right, as one entered, about two feet from the floor, probably as a utility ring in case one wished to have more than one girl in the alcove. On the other hand, there were enough rings about to accommodate more than one without this addition.

  "I assume you have never been in an alcove like this before," I said.

  "No!" she said.

  "In a place such as this," I said, "women strive well to please men."

  She looked about herself, frightened.

  "Do you doubt it?" I asked.

  "No!" she said.

  "And would you," I asked, "strive well to please men in such a place?"

  "Yes!" she said. "Yes!"

  "I see," I said.

  "Put me to the test," she said.

  "Some women first learn who is master and who slave in such a place," I said, looking about.

  "It may be taught to us anywhere," she said.

  "An interesting remark," I said, "coming from a free woman."

  She laughed ruefully. I wondered at this.

  I regarded her.

  "I cannot embrace you," she said, "as my hands are pinioned behind my back."

  "I came to the tavern tonight," I said, "for three reasons, two of which have to do with you. One of these I will reveal to you."

  She looked at me.

  "I was curious to know whether or not you could survive in a certain modality of existence. I now, from what I see, think you could, though, of course, my inquiry has not yet been completed. I have not yet ascertained certain crucial data."

  "I assure you," she said, "I can strive well to please men."

  "You speak as a slave," I said.

  "Are you surprised?" she asked.

  "To be sure," I said, "in a place such as this, any woman would be concerned to strive well to please men."

  "Certainly," she said. "We would be terrified not to. On the other hand, even if I were not in this place, I would wish to please men."

  "Interesting," I said.

  "I have always wanted to be attractive to men, and to please them," she said.

  "Do you understand the meaning of that?" I asked.

  "Yes," she said. "Of course."

  "You understand then what you are?" I asked.

  "Yes," she said.

  I regarded her.

  "I am ready," she said, "Ascertain your crucial data."

  "I think you will be safe here," I said.

  "I do not understand," she said.

  I then drew her by the ankles forward on the furs and took a pair of shackles, separated by about a foot of chain, from the wall. I snapped one shackle on her right ankle and threaded the other through the corner ring at the right, as you enter. I then thrust up the slave bells and snapped the second shackle on her left ankle.

  "Your ankles do look well in shackles," I said. The key to the shackles, on a string, was on the same pe
g from which I had removed the shackles.

  I then took a collar with a short, attached chain and lock ring from another hook. I then snapped the collar shut on her neck. It was, I suppose, judging from the look on her face, at any rate, the first time she had ever been locked in a collar.

  That is the sort of thing—the feel of the metal, its encirclement of the neck, the snap of the lock, realizing it is fastened on one, that one cannot remove it, and such—which women remember.

  Imagine then her sensations if it were a personal collar, her own slave collar.

  I then thrust her back to the furs and attached the collar chain, by means of its lock ring, to a ring in the floor, near the back wall, on the left, as you would enter. I had thus fastened her diagonally between two of the rings, her ankles to one, her neck to another, that might be used in spread-eagling a slave, either on her back or belly. Given the shortness of the neck chain and the fastening on her ankles she could get her head up only a few inches from the furs. The key to the collar and the lock ring, it responding to the same key, was, like the shackles' key, on a string, suspended from the same peg from which I had removed the restraining device.

  I then stood up, and looked down at the female. She was quite beautiful on the furs, in the lamp light. I thought she would be safe there, surely more so than if shackled in one of the public holding areas off the main paga room. She moved a little, looking up at me. I heard the bells, a tiny sensuous rustle of them on her fair ankle, just above the dark shackle. I smelled the slave perfume, the Chains of Telnus. It was heady. It was maddeningly exciting. It was with great pleasure that I looked down upon her. She was lusciously curvaceous, a dream of pleasure, the tiny chain across her forehead, with its tiny ornament, with the serpentine armlet, in the necklaces, the bracelets, the bells, the snatch of slave silk.

  "Captor?" she asked.

  "Were you given permission to speak?" I asked.

  "May I speak?" she asked.

  "Not without permission," I said.

  "May I speak, please," she said.

  "No," I said. Then I turned about, and forced myself to leave.

  40

  News from Torcadino;

  I am Expected

  "Have you heard the news?" a fellow was eagerly asking another, outside, in the main paga room. The music had stopped. A dancer had fled back behind a beaded curtain, dismissed by the czehar player, he who led the musicians.

  "No," said the other.

  Men gathered about, and I joined them, confident of the nature of what was to be reported, yet not informed as to the details.

  "Dietrich of Tarnburg has withdrawn from Torcadino!" said the fellow.

  "Impossible," said another.

  "Myron has Torcadino encircled with rings of iron," said another. "The main force of Cos on the continent is at Torcadino."

  "When did this occur?" asked a man.

  "Weeks ago," said a man.

  "Have you heard of it?" asked the fellow who had been so eager to communicate.

  "Two days ago," said the fellow who had mentioned the weeks. "News has apparently been suppressed."

  If this were true, it was not surprising. I could well imagine Myron being somewhat reluctant to have it broadcast about that his supposedly helplessly trapped quarry had somehow slipped out of his grasp. Indeed, men might have died in his attempt to contain this intelligence.

  "Is it dangerous to speak of it?" asked the first fellow.

  "I would not think so, now," said the fellow.

  "I have heard something of this just this evening," said a man. "It is all over the city."

  "I have come from Ven," said another. "It is known there."

  "I have heard nothing of it," said one of the patrons. "Speak, I pray you."

  Various of the fellows looked around. In the group there were dock workers, oarsmen, merchants, mercenaries, Cosian regulars, others. All seemed eager to learn what might have occurred. I did not see any Cosian officers present, or anyone who looked as though they might be interested in arresting the transmission of this matter.

  "I will speak what I have heard," said a man, "if no one objects."

  "No one objects," said a fellow, looking about.

  "It must be understood clearly," said the man, "that what I speak now is spoken generally, and spoken by hundreds of others, and thus, if any breach of security is involved in this, it is not one for which I am responsible. Further, I am not intentionally breaching any confidence, nor, as far as I know, is security even involved in this matter, at least now. Further, I do not vouch for the accuracy of what I have heard, but merely repeat it, and only at the earnest instigation of others. Indeed, I mention it openly only in order that we may scoff at it, none of us extending to it serious consideration. Indeed, it is so absurd that it cannot be true. I am, thus, merely for our amusement, speaking what is clearly false."

  "Speak," said a man.

  "Speak!" said another.

  "Dietrich has escaped Torcadino!" he said.

  "With his men?" asked a fellow.

  "With men and slaves," said the fellow.

  "Impossible," said a man.

  "I agree, totally," said our narrator. He was, I suspected, a scribe of the law. Certainly he seemed a circumspect fellow.

  "How is this supposed to have happened?" asked a man.

  "Information became available in the Cosian camp near Torcadino, conveyed by a supposed deserter, a fellow named Mincon," said our narrator, "of a secret escape tunnel being dug under the walls to the north, a low tunnel, like a countermine, over eleven pasangs in length, which had taken months to dig, a tunnel which presumably would open far behind the besiegers. Even the day on which the escape was to be made was known. It was understood, too, that Dietrich himself, with some close followers, would have tarn wire opened near the Semnium and leave the city that same night."

  "I did not think a few men, on tarns, would have difficulty escaping the city," said a man.

  "Still there are tarn patrols," said another, "and cavalries ready for prompt pursuit."

  "The night came," said our narrator, "and, precisely as Myron's informant, Mincon, had assured him, a dozen tarns took wing from the roof of the Semnium. Cos was waiting for them, of course, and the pursuit was instantaneous. The tarns aflight from the Semnium roof were fine tarns, naturally, and for Ahn they eluded their pursuers. Yet the pursuers had been prepared for this and had extra mounts in their train, changing to fresh tarns every Ahn. Meanwhile, Myron, at Torcadino, girded himself for battle and led most of his men near the point at which the tunnel was to open. There, in encircling trenches, they concealed themselves. They would permit the forces from Torcadino to emerge and then, in virtue of their superior strength, on open ground, annihilate them. Few, proportionally, would be able to escape back through the tunnel, and, of course, as they might strive to do so, in panic, screaming, hacking at one another, and such, further slaughter, and then of a simple sort, could be wreaked upon them. Those who managed to escape back through the tunnel could then be dealt with at their leisure, as they would then be too few to resist even a modest set of coordinated assaults. Indeed, one might then have expected the fugitives to surrender, throwing themselves upon the mercy of Cos. Wisely, of course, Myron also left many troops about the city, and in special strength near the gates, lest Dietrich attempt to outwit him, by sallying forth and breaking free."

  "Myron is a fine Polemarkos," said a man.

  "Yes," said another.

  I agreed with these estimates. Myron had weaknesses as an officer, and as a man, but he was, in my opinion, an excellent commander. Now, of course, he was dealing with a Dietrich of Tarnburg.

  "What happened then?" asked a man.

  "By morning," said our narrator, "the escaping tarns had been apprehended, but in their saddles, bound and gagged, were Cosian prisoners."

  "What of the forces in the city?" asked a man.

  "Flames were seen coming from Torcadino. Their source was unknown. It was
later determined that these were the results of the destruction of the Cosian siege materials, the war engines, the wagons and supplies, which had been captured in Torcadino."

  The seizure of these materials in Torcadino, which had been serving as a Cosian depot for the invasion force, had been the prime objective of Dietrich in taking the city, he hoping then to forestall the Cosian advance and give Ar time to prepare itself for war. As it had turned out, however, Ar had sent her major forces northward, had failed to relieve the siege at Ar's Station, and then, supposedly pursuing the Cosian expeditionary force in the north, which had destroyed Ar's Station, had come to disaster in the delta. These things would not have been possible without treachery in Ar. Indeed, one of the traitors, a lovely traitress, now lay chained in an alcove in this very tavern. Dietrich had hoped to give Ar time to arm, that she might counterbalance the forces of Cos, thus preventing the ascendancy of a single mighty force on the continent, an eventuality which, in his opinion, would have threatened the existence of the free companies, among which was his own, one of the largest and finest.

  "But what of the tunnel?" asked a fellow.

  "What of Dietrich, and his men?" asked another.

  "All night Myron and his men waited," said our narrator, "and the next morning, and the next day, but still the tunnel did not open."

  "Why?" asked a man.

  "For an excellent reason," said our narrator, "it did not exist."

  Men looked at one another.

  "Myron, convinced that the tunnel existed, decided to open it himself, and from among his own engineers brought in miners and sappers. For two days they probed and dug, but, of course, found nothing. Meanwhile the smoke billowed from Torcadino."

  "Doubtless the informant, this Mincon, was boiled in oil," said a man.

  "He had disappeared," said the narrator.

  "Of course," said a fellow.

  "Myron, leaving observers at the supposed site of the tunnel, returned in great anger to his headquarters. He then sent scouts to test the defenses of Torcadino. Small groups of them scaled the walls without meeting resistance. Later, a larger force, entered into the city, opened the gates. Myron entered, and found nothing. Torcadino was deserted."

  "What of Dietrich and his men?" asked a man.