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Visitor

 I was startled by a loud knocking on the door.  I had been putting Mena through slave paces, teaching her to assume positions when commanded.   I was letting her recover her breath , giving her a break while in the all fours position.  Her body was flushed from exertion.  I had taken my tunic off and was kneeling behind her, her ass pointing at me, inviting.  I had put my finger to her wet opening when the knocking began.   Mena turned her head, looking behind  at me and appeared  frightened.  The loud knocking stopped.  No one ever knocked on my door.

A Mere Fleabite (A Time Changes Everything story) Part 1 of 3.

 A Mere Fleabite

Peony D. Beckside

Chapter One: Leg-work

 

I’m not supposed to.  Chief Brainerd had made it quite clear that I, Detective Hannah Greenwood, was to hand over all documentation with regard to the attempted abduction of Ginger Stowell, by the self-professed slave Alyena and as yet unidentified accomplices.  The likelihood that Alyena’s owner is the one who gave her the order to abduct Ms Stowell and/or to collect her is strong, but not yet confirmed.  Chief Brainerd also ordered me to wipe all related computer files.

Time Changes Everything (2 of 2)

 

Time Changes Everything

Peony D Beckside

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.

Time Changes Everything (1 of 2) by Peony D Beckside.

 

Time Changes Everything

Peony D Beckside

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 One

 

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].

Tales of Drysdale House (11C)

 

11C Overwhelming Hannah Quigley.

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.”

Paga Diaries (39)

 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.

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Tales of Drysdale House (11B)

(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)

Tale of Drysdale House (11b)