The Paga Diaries (21) by Arizona Wanderer 'Balti's Bathhouse'

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The Paga Diaries.

 Starting this Wednesday, Arizona Wanderer's The Paga Diaries will be posted here. This will be a continuation of The Paga Diaries from Emma of Gor's Blog.

Black Beauty Chapter Seven - Interrogation

 Black Beauty[1]
Peony D. Beckside

With appreciation and thanks to John Norman for creating the wonderful world or Gor, in which this story is set.  Also to ‘Emma of Gor’, the fanfic blogger, for the use of some of her characters and concepts.

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[1]     Not the same story as Anna Sewel’s horse story of the same name, or of any films based upon that.

Cha[ter Seven: Interrogation

 

I awaken in a cage.  A man in green robes, a physician then, holds a vial of a foul smelling substance under my nostrils.  The smell goes right up my nose into my sinuses, clearing my head, waking me from my nightmarish slumber.  With him are two heavy-set men.  Guards?  Jailers?  One of them opens the cage.  The two of them drag me out and down a corridor into a surprisingly well lit chamber.  At the side is a writing desk at which sits a scribe, his blue robes confirming his calling.
In the centre of the chamber is an object; perhaps the most frightening one anyone, certainly anyone of Earth can imagine.  To use the Earth psychological terms of the psychiatrist Jung, this is an archetype.  It is so ingrained as an object of terror, that it cannot be misidentified. The bed of the device, its securing chains, the large roller with its ratchet and ship-like operating wheel are distinctive.  This is a rack!  A torture rack!

After The Bighorn, Chapter Twenty-four. Conclusion

 ( A lawyer delivered a slave to me as a legacy)

Victory and Home.

Narrative of Patrick Masters

I kept my team of lawyers working on the case of VanRijn Patent Aggregators vs Frick Steel Companies all through the week. Even though Wyandotte Frick thought he had enough to force VanRij to settle, I would take nothing for granted. Under my direction, Dana Winter and Richard Thornton keep my team hard at work, both in Pittsburgh and back in San Francisco. J. Augustus Frick IV led the Frick lawyers, seconded by Zach Frick. Dana, Richard, and Zach got along well together and the teams worked harmoniously. Richard and Dana still seemed to be courting, but in a very slow and deliberate way. Dana would shrug off any attempt by Richard to be possessive or not show any display of affection.
On Wednesday, Augustus Frick was away consulting with Wyandotte so I assumed that things were moving, but I was not informed of any progress. I was okay with that, if things that were not strictly legal were being discussed, it was well that I could deny any knowledge.
Friday morning and we were all summoned to Judge Kellogg’s court for a hearing. I made sure all our pleadings and exhibits were prepared and ready for filing. As before, I would have Dana and Zach, aided by Richard, take the lead. Female lawyers seemed to upset Vansittart, VanRijn’s corporate counsel and Zach’s youth seemed to offend him. The lawyers from both sides were waiting in the corridor outside Judge Kellogg’s courtroom, the only one not yet there was Barbara Quigley, the local counsel engaged by the VanRijn people to help with the case. Quigley’s two associates, the younger woman lawyer and the male lawyer whose main job seemed to be to carry briefcases and keep his mouth shut were there but Vansittart and his aide were ignoring them.
Barbara Quigley hurried up. Vansittart turned on her.
“Why weren’t you here earlier? You’re late.”

Black Beauty Chapter Six.

Black Beauty[1]

Peony D. Beckside

With appreciation and thanks to John Norman for creating the wonderful world or Gor, in which this story is set.  Also to ‘Emma of Gor’, the fanfic blogger, for the use of some of her characters and concepts.
 

Chapter Six: Denouement!

Master’s popularity these days is almost frightening!  Everywhere he goes he is mobbed.  I hear many cries of ‘Castartius for Ubar!’, Be the best Ubar, Castartius, etc.  So flocked by well-wishers is he, that if I’m not to be lost in the throng I must be kept on a leash.  As a barbarian, an Earth-girl slut, I should be so offended, incensed by that.  After all, it’s only dogs, and other animals that are leashed.  I giggle to myself.  Here on Gor, I am an animal, only an animal, legally so anyway.  Such is my love for Master that being on his leash is almost like an honour!  

 After the Bighorn Chapter Twenty-three

Dancers and other Matters

“Oh, my God. It finally all fits together!” Zach Frick was very excited. “But what do we do now? Can we even use any of this?”

“All this information was turned over to us, but they never thought we could put it all together, especially with the other information we gathered. It was a huge jigsaw puzzle and we didn’t even know what the picture was supposed to look like, er even how many pieces there were. We can use it, all of it. VanRijn will not even see it coming. His lawyer Vansittart didn’t look at half of this stuff before turning it over, I am sure.” I was as happy as young Zach Frick, but I don’t think even he realized yet what we had.

What we had was the whole key to stopping Vincent VanRijn’s legal case against Frick Steel to try and improperly steal its patents of specialty steels. Enough to tie VanRijn up in court for the rest of his life. We needed to tell Wyandotte Frick and J Augustus Frick, the family lawyer.ick and J Augustus Frick, the family lawyer

Black Beauty Chapter Five

Black Beauty[1]

Peony D. Beckside

With appreciation and thanks to John Norman for creating the wonderful world or Gor, in which this story is set.  Also to ‘Emma of Gor’, the fanfic blogger, for the use of some of her characters and concepts.

After the Bighorn, Chaper Twenty-two

 

After the Bighorn Chapter Twenty-two

Narrative of Kajira Shorty, formerly Kajira Nineteen, born Janey Anstruther, formerly of the University of Michigan

I have been marred, my former clear and pristine skin disfigured and damaged by the infliction of a hot piece of iron pressed into my flesh. I am forever disfigured by the mark burned into me. Like an animal. Even worse than an animal. Most animals are marked as property nowadays, not by burning with an iron branding iron, but with an eartag. Of course, I never had my ears pierced, as so many girls are eager to do in these times. Why should I mar my body for decoration, at the bidding of others? It is almost as bad as a tattoo! But now I am disfigured by the painful imposition of that mark.
As I understand it, it is not even the usual mark that these monsters place on the girls they want to degrade into their creatures, their slaves. It is of a plant from their world, the dina, they call it. So I am not even one of the normal groups of their sluts, but one that will single me out of special attention and no doubt, abuse. As if being short and busty was not enough!
The monster who marked me came over to where the three of us lay in the straw suffering in pain. The clear covering over the wound had been smeared with a salve so the physical pain had been abated, but the mental pain of the marking and disfiguring only increased. The memory of that instant the iron touched my thigh is something I will never forget, which is I suppose the point.
As he stood over us, the girl Juli struggled to her knees, then bowed her head into the straw in what is called the obedience position. She encircled his ankles with her hands and actually began licking his boots.

Black Beauty Chapter Four

Black Beauty By Peony D Beckside

 Chapter Four: Entertaining!

I serve canapés and drinks at yet another party at my Master’s house.  I am not the only slave doing so, but the responsibility for everything to go smoothly is mine.  Master has ‘hired in’ the other slaves.  Nominally they are under the orders of Hypolytus, his business being just such entertainment catering.  However as Master’s only slave, and slave in residence, I am de-facto ‘First Girl’.  Hypolytus will doubtless punish his girls should they fail to be pleasing, but whilst it’s not been specified, I do fear I will suffer too for any misdemeanours of the other slaves.  Am I reading too much into this situation?  Is my ‘mother-vulo’ concern simply a self-imposed duty.  I so much want this event to be successful for Master.

My serving is to a large extent discreet.  Ever watching for someone’s glass to be empty, and to be there to fill it.  To have ready whatever by way of food any guest might wish.  My place is to be invisible, to be an object, a function, a drink and food dispenser.

A Scipio Metellus Vignette