After the Bighorn Chapter Ten, The Weekend.

Patrick Master’s Narrative.

Young Zach Frick was driving me to the Pittsburgh airport to catch a Friday afternoon flight to San Francisco where I would organize that end of the Frick’s fight against the patent troll Vincent VanRijn.  I would spend time with my own beloved Juli as well. We discussed his handling of the new intake of twenty kajirae that morning.

“The slave pens are some of the oldest parts of the house, and we have a lot of experience with the acquisition work we do in the trade between the worlds.”

“Some of the girls seemed afraid, some stunned, some eager, some relieved. Are those the normal reactions?”

“I think so, remember, I am young, just their age or younger, and I have helped out a bit on summer holidays and such, but this was my first time in charge. Of course, Bruno and Niles and the others are experienced, but they like to see a Frick in charge. And seeing the two already enslaved kajirae working for us helps as well.”

“I hadn’t seen either of those two before, do they work just in the pens?”

“No, Jade and Kaileika belong to Wyandotte, he brought them over from his old house. Kaileika is actually Gorean-born and bred. Willard brought her back from Gor after his time there, she was his first ever capture, the first girl he ever collared. Not like cousin Willard to be sentimental, but I guess in this case he was. Jade is just an earth girl we haven’t got around to shipping yet.”

“Is it usually necessary to whip one of the girls to have the others obey?”

“Often, Earth girls don’t grow up with the knowledge that they can fall slave at any moment. As much as many Gorean women believe it could never happen to them, somewhere in the back of their minds they know slavery exists, that it is a possibility. So on Earth when it happens, it is a shock.”

“That girl I had use the slave whip on, I probably saved her life. On Gor, a moment’s hesitation can get a girl killed, or thrown into a canal. Gorean masters are not patient with anything but immediate, exacting, perfect obedience. If she remembers this morning, it can save her pain or death on Gor.”

“Did you expect that half the women would strip and display themselves during the whipping before even being commanded?”

“It was nine of nineteen, not half. Niles won the pool on that. Bruno was sure it was going to be ten, but the tall kajira in the crop top fooled him.”

“The one with the long legs and the very short skirt and no bra?

“Yes, that one. Bruno was sure she would be the first naked as a matter of fact, but it turned out she was very reluctant and in fact she is white silk.”

“She should bring a good price.”

“She will be hot once her fires are kindled, but she will need some work.”

“L’il Bit, Kajira Nineteen, seemed very stiff and resistant, even when being handled. Will she be difficult as well?”

“Not really, she has some intelligence, which will help, but is not introspective, and remember, she was recommended to us by three separate sources. Once you develop more of an eye for these things, you will notice how much she relaxed once the collar was locked on her throat. That ‘click’ often does the trick, the feel of the metal all around her throat, the weight of it, however light. A girl knows it is there; she knows she is bound.

Willard always thought it was important that a girl hear that first click of the lock, others like the Slave Theoretician Tracker disagree. It is an interesting debate, but essentially, once the collar goes around her throat she is a slave.”

“That incidentally, is why Kaileika and Jade retained their tunics until the last of the new kajirae were collared; until then, they were technically captives free women. Although from a different point of view, as women on The Slave World without a Home Stone, they were already really slaves. Just a point of etiquette really.”

“Watching them parade naked in a circle was interesting. This was to exercise them and get them into shape after being in the truck?

“They are not really in slave shape, their curves need better definition, good ankles of course, and smooth curves under the skin. Kajirae on Gor have to walk, they are not driven except occasionally in slave wagons. Between slave gruel and the appropriate exercise they can achieve their block measurements.”

“And the exercise works up  an appetite for the slave gruel.”

“An appetite, but not an entitlement. You had left by then, but once it was time to feed the beasts, they were not just given food.”

“No?”

“They could smell the gruel, Kaileika and Jade brought in a large pot.  Jade put out some wooden bowls, no spoons of course. They were ordered to kneel in a line, they were looking at the food. They wanted to eat, but were afraid to say anything. Finally a girl put up a hand, after a bit I told her to speak.”

“Are we going to be fed?”

Kaikeika switched her bottom, once, hard.

Bruno said, “Are we going to be fed, Master?”

A small voice, “Are we going to be fed, Master.?

“Does a girl wish to be fed, Kajira?”

“Yes, Master, a girl wishes to be fed, if it please Master.”

It will not surprise you to know that the girl who asked was one of the first to strip herself in the presence of men. She was also Red Silk.

Niles brought her forward, put her to her knees, tied her hands behind her and returned to watching the other kajirae.  Jade took a bowl and measured two ladles of gruel into the bowl. It was enough to nourish her, it would not fill her up. At a nod from Bruno, Jade placed the bowl in front of the woman.  He took two fingers and putting them in the gruel, scooped some out and thrust the food into her mouth. She greedily sucked swallowed the tasteless food.

“Please, more, Master, please.”

“After a moment, Bruno repeated the operation, making the slave suck food from his fingers, worshipping them and begging for more. When the bowl was nearly empty, he placed it on the ground in front of her, and give her permission to lick the bowl clean. She was not pleased at the degradation of the feeding but she was so hungry.”

“It is important for her, as I understand that she understands that food comes to her by the hand and grace of her master?”

“Exactly, and to reinforce that on the first day, each girl ate in turn, watching the others eat from men’s fingers, at men’s permission. The whipped girl was fed last, and only half a bowl.”

“Then the beasts were watered and caged for the night.”

Zach was just dropping me off at the curb, when I asked a last question, “all the clothes that were collected, what happens to them?”

“They will be kept in paper bags inside leather pouches for now. If a girl tries to escape, we keep a pack of hounds, Willard used to like to ride out with the dogs. Sometimes a game of girl catch amused him. Just catch them you understand, nothing more.”

On the flight to San Francisco I had much to think about. Ever since returning with Juli in a collar from the Bighorn, and more so since visiting Frick house, I had been examining woman as potentialities. Particularly those suited or not to the collar. Business class had the same two flight attendants as had my previous flight. They wore the same uniform, but outgoing flirty Scarlett was clearly making herself agreeable to eligible men, while quiet Leigh was doing most of the work in a quiet competent way. On Gor, there is no doubt which would wear the collar, and which the veil of a free woman. I might even recommend Scarlett for acquisition.

Slave Juli’s Narrative.

Master is coming home, Master is coming home, I have missed him so. I long to kneel at his feet, to feel his strength overpower me, to cover him with kisses. This house is far to big for one or even two people, it needs to be full of bustle and life, things happening, excitements.

I hope I can please him, I have been practicing my stitches so I can hand make a tunic and a camisk to his satisfaction. My first efforts were not very good, I have practiced and practiced since then. Once I can make my slave clothes to his satisfaction, I may be allowed to wear some. The clothes I am allowed outside Drysdale House are already pretty slutty, Mrs Hernandez who is the Chief receptionist at Masters Law LLP says it is a disgrace that I am allowed in the building. While I am waiting for an escort to take me to Master Patrick’s office to sort his official from his personal mail, she makes me stand behind a curtain in a little supply cupboard just off the reception area where clients and visitors cannot see me.

That was how I heard two of the younger lawyers talking about a big opportunity. Master Patrick has a big case in Pittsburgh for the Fricks, and a group of lawyers from our office are going to join him. I hope he takes me back with him, but likely the Fricks already have lots of girls there already.

Dana Winter and Jane Bennet both want to go to Pittsburgh to work closely with Master, they are both ambitious, and I think, they want to marry him.  If only they knew. Jane says she has the inside edge because she has slept with Master, but with so many kajirae in Pittsburgh, why take a free woman?  We will see.

I am only allowed in Master Patrick’s office now under supervision, Mrs Hernandez’s orders. But I did get his mail.  One of them is a large envelope with foreign stamps and a coat of arms. Mrs Hernandez says I must come up the freight elevator from now on, no travelling in the passenger elevator with decent people. She is free so I must obey; and if I ask Master Patrick, he will doubtlessly take her side.

I think I hear his car pulling up.  I run to the perfect place to greet him.  There is a wide hallway that runs from the Front Door to the terrace at the back of  Drysdale House which overlooks the gardens. There is another that runs the length of the house from the ballroom to Porte-cochere  covered car entrance. I kneel at the intersection of these corridors, at the centre of the house, where the grand staircases ascend to the upper floors.

I lower my head and arms to the floor, arms outstretched awaiting my beloved Master.