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I lifted her into my arms and carried her to one of the stalls, where I placed her gently on the straw.
"Telitsia! Telitsia!" we heard. It was the voice of Ke
The bar for the tenth Ahn, the Gorean noon, had already been struck.
"I must escape," wept Telitsia. I touched her brand, I fingered her collar, as she lay naked in the straw, looking up at me.
I shook my head. "No, Telitsia," I said. "There is no escape for such as you, a Gorean slave girl."
She turned her head to the side. "I know." she said.
"Telitsia!" said Ke
"Where have you been?" said Ke
"Here, Master," she whimpered.
"Get your rag on," said Ke
"Yes, Master," she said, hurrying to pull her tiny, pathetic garment over her head.
"You, Jason," said Ke
"No, Master," I said, head down.
"You understand that you could be slain for this?" he inquired.
"Yes, Master," I admitted.
"How was she?" he asked.
"Lovely, and slave hot," I said.
The girl blushed, all the exposed parts of her body turning red, even her legs.
I smiled. I did not think Ke
Ke
"Yes, Master," I said. I went to Telitsia and bound her wrists behind her back with the binding fiber, and snapped the leash on her collar ring.
Too, however, it should be noted that Ke
"Come along," said Ke
I followed him, leading Telitsia on her leash.
"Greetings, Ke
"Greetings, Borto," said Ke
Borto laughed.
"I bring you another, a replacement," he said, indicating a prone figure, in a slave sack.
"Good," said Ke
Borto smiled, and handed Ke
Ke
"Put her in the wagon," said Ke
"Yes, Master," I said.
Telitsia looked up at me. Her hands were bound behind her back. There were tears in her eyes. She lifted her lips to mine. I kissed her. I then lifted her into the wagon, kneeling her on the boards. Her breasts were loose and sweet within her small garment. It was high on her thighs. I then, using the leash, passing it before her body and between her legs, crossed and bound her ankles, thus fastening her in that same kneeling position in which I had originally placed her. She could not rise and the fastening on her collar kept her head down. It is a standard submission tie on Gor for a female slave.
The girl in the slave sack squirmed angrily, irritably.
Ke
"Does she not know she is not to squirm?" asked Ke
Borto laughed. "Apparently not," he said.
"There is nothing in the note," said Ke
"Doubtless she will have to be taught a few things," said Borto.
"Bares!" called Ke
"Yes," answered Bares, who was nearby, tallying feed sacks.
"Bring a stable collar," said Ke
Bares put aside his tallying board and marking stick, and went into a nearby small building, an equipment shed.
"Hood her," said Ke
Telitsia sobbed. I took the slave hood from the wagon bed and drew it over her head, adjusting the straps and buckling them under her chin. I then descended from the bed.
Ke
"Remove her from the sack," said Ke
Borto untied the ropes at the foot of the sack.
Bares came to the wagon, handing Ke
Borto lifted the sack somewhat, shaking and sliding the girl somewhat from it. Then she was on her knees, with the sack still covering the upper part of her body. I saw she had good legs. She also wore, I saw, a brown tunic, similar to those which are worn by stable sluts. It was, however, a little long.
Borto then drew away the sack.
"Ah!" said Ke
I, too, was surprised. Kneeling before us, on the wagon bed, her hands braceleted behind her back, two small keys dangling from her enameled collar was Taphris, who was one of the personal serving slaves of the Lady Florence.
"It seems you have fallen from the Mistress' favor, Taphris," said Ke
"Perhaps," she said.
He looked at her.
"Perhaps, Master," she said.
"On your belly," he said, "head over the end of the wagon"
Angrily Taphris lowered herself to her shoulder, and then to her belly, and put her head over the end of the wagon.
Ke
He let her lie there for a moment. Then he said, "Descend from the wagon bed, and stand here, before me"
She struggled up and then, carefully, that her tunic not be drawn upward, put her legs over the edge of the wagon bed and lowered herself to the ground.
Ke
"Master has, I trust," she said, acidly, "read the note which has accompanied me."
Ke
She tossed her head.
"I see nothing in here to the effect that you are not a stable slut," he said.
"Master!" she protested.