Players of Gor coc-20, page 17
part #20 of Chronicles of Counter-Earth Series
"Her name is Phoebe," said the Bina, "and were she not veiled it would be easier to describe her to you, as she is frightfully homely."
The girl under Boots's robes shook with fury.
"Still," said the newcomer, "you might have been able, nonetheless, to recognize her. She is too short, too wide in the hips and has thick ankles."
At this there was more churning beneath Boots's robes.
"Surely there is something wrong with your slave," said the Bina.
"No, no," Boots assured her.
"What is she doing under there?" asked the Bina.
"She begged me piteously to be permitted to give me the kiss of a slave that I, in my weakness, at last yielded to her entreaties."
There was much furious stirring then beneath the robes.
"How kind you are, sir," said the Bina.
"Thank you," said Boots.
There was a muffled cry, as of rage and protest, from beneath the robes.
"Did she say something?" asked the Bina.
"Only that she begs to be permitted to begin," said Boots.
The robes shook with fury.
"Surely there is something wrong with her," said the Bina.
"It is only that she is suffering whit need," said Boots.
"Though she is naught be a meaningless slave," said the Bina, "she is yet, like myself, a female. Please be kind to her, sir. Let her please you."
"How understanding you are," marveled Boots. "You may begin," he said to the concealed girl.
The robes shook violently, negatively.
"What is wrong?" asked the Bina.
"She is shy," said Boots.
"The slave need not be shy on my account," said the Bina. "Let her begin."
"Begin," said Boots.
The robes again shook violently.
"Begin," he said.
Again there seemed a great commotion beneath his robes.
Boots then, with the flat of his hand, with some force, cuffed the girl concealed under his robes. Instantly she knelt quietly. "Lazy girl, naughty girl," chided Boots. The tops of her toes, as she knelt, beat up and down in helpless frustration. "I see that I shall have to draw you forth and beat you," she said.
"Look!" cried the Bina. "She begins!"
"Oh, she does, doesn't she?" said Boots. "Oh, yes!"
"What a slave she is!" cried the Bina. "How exciting! How exciting!"
"To be sure," agreed Boots. "Ah! Yes! Ohhh! To be sure! Eee! Yes! Quite! Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh! To be sure! Eee! Yes! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes." Boots then wiped his brow with his sleeve.
"Has she gone?" called out the Brigella, after a time, her voice muffled from beneath his robes.
"Yes," said Boots.
The Brigella, as the Lady Phoebe, extricated herself, on her knees, from the robes of Boots Tarsk-Bit. She turned about, still on her knees. "Tipa!" she cried in horror.
"I thought you had gone," said Boots.
"Phoebe!" cried the Lady Tipa.
"Tipa," moaned Phoebe, in misery.
"Phoebe!" cried the Lady Tipa, in delight.
"Tipa!" pleaded Phoebe.
"Phoebe on her knees, as naked as a slave, on a public road, crawling out of a man's robes!" laughed the Bina, pointing derisively at her. "How shameful, how outrageous, how marvelous, how delicious, how glorious!"
"Please, Tipa," pleaded Phoebe.
"You are the sort of girl who should have been whipped and collared at puberty!" said the Bina.
The free woman in the audience stiffened at these words. These words seemed to have some special meaning for her. She shook her head and clenched her small fists in the blue gloves.
"You have always been a slave," said the Bina.
"I am a free woman," wailed the Brigella.
"Slave, slave, slave!" laughed the Bina. "This story will bear a rich retelling in the village," she said hurrying away.
"I am ruined," wailed the Brigella, rising to her feet, wringing her hands. "I cannot bear now to return to the village and, if I did, they would put a chain on me and sell me."
"Perhaps not," said Boots, soothingly.
"Do you not think so, sir?" she asked.
"It might be a rope," he said.
"Ohhhhh," she wailed. "Where can I go? What can I do?"
"Well," said Boots, "I must be on my way."
"But what shall I do?" she asked.
"Try to avoid being eaten by sleen," said Boots. "It is growing dark."
"Where are my clothes?" she begged.
"I do not see them em about," said Boots. "They must have blown away."
"Take me with you!" she begged.
"Perhaps you would like to kneel and beg my collar?" he asked. "I might then consider whether or not I find you pleasing enough to lock it on your neck."
"Sir," she cried, "I am a free woman!"
"Good luck with the sleen," he said.
"Accept me as a traveling companion," she urged.
"And what would you do, to pay your way on the road?" he asked.
"I could give you a kiss, on the cheek, once a day," she said. "Surely you could not expect more from a free woman."
"Good luck with the sleen." said he.
"Do not go," she begged. "I am willing, even, to enter into the free companionship with you!"
Boots staggered backwards, as though overwhelmed. "I could not dream of accepting a sacrifice of such enormity on your part!" he cried.
"I will. I will!" she cried.
"But I suspect," said Boots, suspiciously, musingly, regarding her, "that there may be that in you which is not really of the free companion."
"Sir?" she asked.
"Perhaps you are, in actuality, more fittingly understood as something else," he mused.
"What can you mean, sir?" she asked.
"Does it not seem strange that you would have fallen madly in love with me at just this moment?"
"Why, no, of course not," she said.
"Perhaps you are merely trying to save yourself from sleen," he mused.
"No, no," she assured him.
"I fear that you are tricking me," he said.
"No!" she said.
"In any event," he said, "you surely cannot expect me to consider you seriously in connection with the free companionship."
"Why not?" she asked, puzzled.
"A naked woman," he asked, skeptically, "encountered beside a public road?"
"Oh!" she cried in misery.
"Do you have a substantial dowry?" he asked. "An extensive wardrobe, wealth, significant family connections, a high place in society?"
"No!" she said. "No! No!"
"And if you return to your village I think you will find little waiting for you there but a rope collar and a trip in a sack to the nearest market."
"Misery!" she wept.
"Besides," he said, "in your heart you are truly a slave."
"No!" she cried.
"Surely you know that?" he asked.
"No!" she cried.
"I do not even think you saw the wondrous veil," he said.
"I saw it," she said. "I saw it!"
"What was its predominant color?" he asked, sharply.
"Yellow," she said.
"No," he said.
"Red!" she said.
"No!" he said.
"Blue, pink, orange, green!" she cried.
"Apparently you are a slave," he said, grimly. "You should not have tried to masquerade as a free woman. There are heavy penalties for that sort of thing."
She put her head in her hands, sobbing.
"I wonder if I should turn you over to magistrates," he said.
"Please, do not!" she wept.
"I will give you another chance," he said, reaching behind his back, to where he had supposedly hidden the veil at the first sight of the supposed brigands. "Now," he said, thrusting forth his hands, "in which hand is it?"
"The right!" she cried.
"No!" he said.
"The left!" she wept.
"No," he said, "it is in neither hand. I left it behind my back!"
"Oh, oh!" she wept.
"On your knees, Slave," he said, sternly.
Swiftly she knelt, in misery.
"Do not fret, girl," said Boots. "Surely you know that you have slave curves."
"I do?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "In any event, you are far too beautiful to be a mere free companion."
"I am?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "Your beauty, if you must know, is good enough to be that of a slave."
Here several of the men in the audience shouted their agreement.
"Is it?" she asked, laughing.
"Yes," said Boots, struggling to keep a straight face.
"Good!" laughed the Brigella.
There was more laughter from the audience.
"Mind your characterizations!" called the free woman in the audience.
"Forgive me, Lady," said Boots, trying not to laugh.
"Forgive me, Mistress," said the Brigella.
"Continue," said the free woman.
"Are you in charge of the drama?" inquired a man.
The free woman did not deign to respond to him.
"Will you not then accept me as a free companion, noble sir?" called the Brigella to Boots, in his guise as the merchant.
"It is the collar for you, or nothing," said Boots, grandly.
There was a cheer from the men in the audience.
"Though I may be a slave in my heart," cried the Brigella, leaping to her feet, "I am surely not a legal slave and thus, as yet, am bond to neither you nor any man!"
"Many are the slaves who do not yet wear their collars," said Boots, meditatively, and then suddenly, turned about and, to the amusement of the men in the audience, to sudden bursts of laughter, started directly at the outspoken, troublesome, arrogant free woman standing in the front row, below the stage. He could not resist turning the line in this fashion, it seemed.
"Sleen! Sleen! she cried.
There was much laughter.
"is it true that you are as yet merely an uncollared slave?" asked a man of the free woman.
"He is a sleen, a sleen! cried the free woman.
"I must soon be on my way, " said Boots to the Brigella, chuckling, trying to return to the play. He was well pleased with himself.
"Go!" she said, grandly, with a gesture.
"If you wish," he said, "you may kneel and beg my collar. I might consider granting it to you. I would have to think about it."
"Never!" she said.
"What are you going to do?" he asked.
"I shall return to the village and take my chances," she said.
"Very well," he said, "but watch out for those two fellows approaching. I fear they may be slavers."
"They appear to be peddlers, merchant, to me," she said.
"They do seem so," admitted Boots. "But that may be merely their disguise, to take unwary girls unaware."
"nonsense," she said. "I know a peddler when I see one."
"At any rate," he said, "let us hope that they are no worse than slavers."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I heard there were two feed hunters in the vicinity," he said.
"What is a feed hunter?" she asked.
"One who hunts for feed, of course," said Boots.
"Feed?" she asked.
"Usually for their sleen," he said, "They are pesky, careless, greedy fellows, little better than scavengers, in my opinion. They will settle for almost anything. They are particularly pleased when they can get their ropes on a juicy girl."
"Surely there are better things to do with a girl than feed her to sleen," she said.
"It probably depends on the girl," said Boots.
"No!" she cried.
"I am inclined to agree with you, though," said Boots, "all things considered, but then, of course, I am not a feed hunter."
"You are trying to frighten me," she said.
"Have it your own way," said Boots.
"You have fooled me already today, perhaps many times," she said. "Do not seek to do it again!"
"Have it your own way," said Boots.
"I wish that my clothes had not blown away," she said.
"Yes," said Boots. "That was too bad."
"I am on my way," she announced.
"Good luck!" he called.
She then, in accordance with a common Gorean theatrical convention, trekked about the stage in a circle, while Boots withdrew to one side. In a moment, of course, she had come into the vicinity of the two aforementioned fellows, they entering from the other side of the stage. So simply was the scene changed. These two fellows, of course, were Boots's Chino and Lecchio, now largely garbed in tatters of yellow and white, the colors of the merchants.
"Greetings, noble merchants," said the girl.
"Hah!" snarled the Chino to his fellow, Lecchio. "Our disguises are perfect! She takes us for merchants!"
"Would you please step aside, good sirs," she said. "I desire to pass."
"It is warm today," said Chino.
"True," she said.
"But even so," he said, "it seems you are somewhat lightly clad."
"My clothes, I fear, blew away," she said.
"That is what they all say," said Chino.
"That is not really what they all say," said Lecchio, scratching his head, through the hood. "Some say other things. One said her clothes were dissolved by magic in the bushes. That must have been frightening for her, to have had her clothes dissolved by magic in the bushes."
"No," protested the girl.
"Doubtless they were torn from your body in a recent hurricane," said Chino.
"No!" she cried.
"Removed from your body by an ardent suitor, then, who neglected to replace them?" asked Chino.
"No!" she cried.
"Eaten in a moment by ravenous insects?"
"No!"
"You were attacked by cloth workers with scissors, who desired to replenish their stores?"
"No!"
"Magic?" asked Lecchio.
"No, no!" she cried. "It is as I told you. They just blew away!"
"Do not lie to us, Girl," said Chino, sternly.
"Girl?" she asked.
"This morning," said Chino, "you were simply sent forth stripped."
"Sent forth?" she asked.
"Yes," said Chino, folding his arms.
"I think that you are under a grave misapprehension, sirs," she said, righteously. "Simply because I might be somewhat lightly clad this evening, do not mistake me for a slave."
"Do I understand you correctly?" asked Chino. "Have we the honor of being in the presence of a free woman?"
"Yes," she said.
"You mean that no one owns you, that you are totally unclaimed?"
"Yes," she said, proudly.
"Excellent!" said Chino.
"Wonderful!" said Lecchio.
"Sirs," she asked, "why is it that you are drawing forth coils of stout ropes from beneath your robes?"
"Why to bind your pretty arms to your sides, and to put a good rope on your neck, my dear," said Chino.
"I do not understand!" she said.
"She will make a juicy morsel for our sleen, will she not, Lecchio, my friend?" inquired Chino.
"That she will," agreed Lecchio.
"You are feed hunters!" cried the girl in horror.
"What is a feed hunter?" asked Lecchio of Chino.
"That is exactly right, my dear," Chino confirmed her darkest suspicions.
"But you cannot feed me to sleen!" she cried.
"You are free to be taken," Chino informed her. "It is all perfectly legal. You are neither claimed nor owned."
"But I am a slave in my heart!" she cried.
"That is not good enough," said Chino. "All free women are merely uncollared slaves."
AT this line more than one man in the audience turned to look at the veiled free woman in the audience, she of the scribes. She, however, of course, her back stiff, pretended not to notice that she was the object of this rather obvious attention.
"Oh, misery, misery!" cried the Brigella.
"You do not have a legal master," said Chino. "Thus you are eminently qualified for sleen feed. Come now. Do not be difficult. Let us get these ropes on you."
"No, no!" she cried, and, turning, sped away. AS she again retraced the circle on the stage, this time hastily, suggesting her journey, Chino and Lecchio watched her depart. "We must soon begin our fierce pursuit," Chino informed the audience.
In a moment or two the Brigella had again reached the vicinity of Boots Tarsk-Bit who turned about, congenially enough, effecting some surprise at the sight of her. "Greetings," he said.
"I kneel before you as a naked slave," cried the girl. "I beg your collar! I beg your collar!"
"Your head is rather high," said Boots.
Immediately the girl put her head to the ground.
"I wonder how you would look on your belly," said Boots.
Immediately she lay on her belly before him.
"My sandals are rather dusty, from the road," said Boots.
Immediately the girl began to lick his feet and sandals, cleaning them.
"You may kiss them, as well," Boots informed her.
Immediately the girl began to add fervent kisses to her ministrations.
"Did you wish to speak to me?" inquired Boots.
"I beg your collar!" she said hoarsely. "I beg your collar!"
"You may kneel before me, with your knees spread," said Boots.
The men in the audience cried out with pleasure. The Brigella was so beautiful! Too, a woman is so marvelously vulnerable and attractive in this position. It is no wonder that it is a portion of a common position of a Gorean pleasure slave.
"Now," said Boots, "what was it that you wanted to speak to me about?"
"I want your collar," she said. "I beg it!"
"I have given some thought to this matter," said Boots, "and I have decided against it."
"No!" she cried.
"Yes," he said. "I have decided that, after all, you are a free woman."
"No, I am not," she said. "I am only a miserable slave, a rightful slave, one pleading for her collar."
"How can I know that you speak the truth?" he asked, thoughtfully.
"I am prepared to offer any evidences that you might suggest," she said.
There was a cheer from the men in the audience.
The Brigella laughed.
"Are you?" asked one of the men in the audience to the free woman in the audience.
