(edited March 22nd, 2026)
.Stories tie back to Stories on EmmaOfGor.Blogspot.com in particular Steel Worlds Inc by Emma of Gor and Banks of the Bighorn by Tracker, and The Paga Diaries by Arizona Wanderer.
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The Paga Diaries (39) by Arizona Wanderer
The Paga Diaries (38) by Arizona Wanderer
With thanks to
John Norman for creating the basic concepts of the world of Gor and those who
have dealings with it. Also to Emma of
Gor for her ideas regarding the control at a distance, of kajirae on Earth,
Chapter Four
I’m used to waiting. For a slave, waiting is inherent in our lives. Masters do as they will, we must accommodate that. It is not our place to demand that Masters be at our ‘beck and call’ it is ours to be at theirs. A Master will rarely wait for a slave to do something, unless he’s feeling generous. We can never be tardy, not even in beautifying ourselves for our Master’s pleasure.
I have been a slave for a long time. I have had many Masters; most good, some less so. My present Master is the best! I love him unreservedly. I do not presume to believe that he loves me. For a Gorean man protestations of ‘undying love’ for a slave, are just not given. I laugh to myself at such a bizarre and impossible situation. Often a Master will love his slave, but she must never take that for granted. It’s one sure way to make sure that one is sold, PDQ[1].
I tried to
feed Hannah Quigley more of the slave gruel that constituted the evening meal
that Lena had brought the captive of Vansittart. Hannah shook her head and
burst into tears. In a way I blamed myself. When I was talking to her about her
slave-rape by Jackson, I had been too kind and considerate. Hannah, while still
technically free, was a captive, and overly kind treatment of a captive
would remove the strength a captive needed to survive. I gave orders,
“Back on your knees, Hannah. Behave yourself while your are
still a captive.”
Startled,
she looked at me with apprehension. She immediately dropped to her knees,
spreading them open automatically. She sniffed back her dripping nose, and
wiped her eyes with the back of her left hand.
“I am sorry, sir. So sorry. I know that you will try to get me out of here, but it is so hard; so overwhelming. It is all so overwhelming.”
39. Every Breath You Take
Pain exploded in my left ear as I was knocked to the ground and began to see stars, my consciousness fading. Somehow, I did not pass out and a sweaty hand reached down to help me get up. I heard men snickering about my lack of focus. I sat on a wood bench in the shade to recover and wipe off the sand that was crusted on my body where it had hit the ground. I had overextended a thrust, exposing myself and becoming unbalanced after being blocked. Mercifully, Dirk had hit me with the flat of his wooden training sword.
(The second part of Hannah Quigley, the chapter was so long it needed to be broken up into three parts. Part 1 was yesterday, Part 3 will be Friday. This is part 2)
