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Spy of Gor Ch. 01

By: Scribe65



NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction.




Senses and sensation gradually returned, leaving oblivion heading into a nightmare.

Marius Razi was chained head and foot, spreadeagled on a floor, naked. He did not know where he was or how he had gotten there.

One moment he was walking on a street in Ar. Suddenly, a woman had appeared in front of him, nude except for a loincloth — a lure girl, he now realized.

Then, apparently from behind because he had not seen anyone else, a large hand carrying a repcloth slammed him in the face. As soon as he involuntarily breathed in, he smelled what he dimly recognized as capture scent. And then he lost consciousness.

Sometime in the process of his capture he had lost not only his clothing and his boots, but his dagger and his quiva, which he kept strapped above his right ankle. 

Marius' libido, which had occasionally overwhelmed his sense, had now gotten him into a predicament of unknowable danger.

"My newest kajirus," said a man's voice.

"Who are you?" Marius asked from the floor.

"Your new master."

"I am not a kajirus," said Marius angrily. "I am a free man!"

"And yet, you are not free, are you?" 

The speaker, the master of this house, wore the green robes of the caste of physicians. He appeared to be about 20 years older than Marius, lean with flowing gray hair, as he bent over the spread-out Marius. The man had a dry, soft voice.

"I would welcome you to my house," the master said, "but it is unnecessary to welcome slaves."

Marius was lying on the floor of an interior courtyard of a house. Judging from the angle of the sun on his naked body, it was later in the day; the sun had not gone down past the interior walls of the courtyard. The stone on which his body lay had absorbed sun during the day, making it feel warm on his back.

Before whatever was now happening to him, Marius wore the clothing of a scribe, from the blue caste. He was not, strictly speaking, a scribe, however. Marius served the Ubar of Ar as closer to a warrior than anything else, but in secret, as part of the Priest-Kings' war against the Kurii. Marius' responsibility was to find and neutralize those in Ar who might be allied with the Kurii. Part gatherer of intelligence, part warrior, part assassin.

Marius was paid well for his service. He was allowed to kill if necessary, and he was expected to die if necessary, to fulfill his Ubar's missions.

Marius was a Tuchuk, the most fierce of the four tribes of the Wagon Peoples. As a member of the blue caste, he knew the Double Knowledge — that Gor was a planet and not the center of the universe, and the existence of Earth, a planet exactly opposite Gor — and did not believe in magic, as did the Low Castes. As a Tuchuk, he worshiped the Spirits of the Sky, although in secret and infrequently, and not the Priest-Kings. His training allowed him to fit in in the cities that were the last place the Wagon Peoples wanted to live. The Tuchuk concealed their fighting abilities and their native intelligence with a slightly insolent attitude and wit.

Marius came to Ar after his journey from the Plains of the Wagon Peoples to the Sardar Mountains, a journey required of all Goreans by the time they reach age 25. After surviving the several-thousand-pasang trip to Sardar, instead of returning to the Plains, or going to Turia, the largest city on the plains, he chose his own path and traveled to Ar. He began the journey to his work by casually mentioning that on his journey from the Sardar Mountains to Ar he had killed a wild Kurii who had attacked him.

Soon after, he met Seyyal Talibah, a man 25 years older than Marius who, though he had lived in Ar his entire life, knew of the Tuchuk. Talibah trained Marius in the warrior arts, noticed his native intelligence, and recruited him for a nameless branch of Ar government that performed unofficial special tasks for the Ubar of Ar.

Marius was 94 horts and more than 50 Gorean stone, with eyes the color of the sky, thick brown hair with lighter highlights that brushed his wide shoulders, muscular arms, a broad chest and powerful legs. Marius found in his travels that free women found him highly desirable, interest he sought to accommodate whenever he had the opportunity, rationalizing the Gorean aphorism that "men have sex; women are sex."

He enjoyed the challenge of not just the conquest, but of making a free woman kick and yield like a slave — eight times, in the case of one blonde free woman. The woman started the Rite of Submission but Marius stopped her, because he did not want her as a slave but was unwilling to subject her to being enslaved by someone else. 

Marius neither owned a slave nor had ever had a free companion. The work he did was not conducive to commitments or entanglements, to the point where he had not renewed his pledge to the Home Stone of Ar ever since he began his work, but the city authorities had never brought it up to him, though he legally risked expulsion from the city. His aversion to commitment and the ability to buy a pagar kajira's services gave him options on the nights he sought companionship in the arms of a kajira or just release between the legs of a kajira; either, or both, was guaranteed for a price.

"You call yourself a free man?" asked the master. "Where is your clothing? Have you no property?"

This posed a dilemma for Marius. His instructions were to do his work in secret so that no one else knew his true identity. His identification papers had his actual name on them, but listed his occupation as "scribe." He had no identification for himself in his actual work.

And, of course, those identification papers were nowhere on his person now.

"I am a scribe," said Marius.

"Prove it," said the master.

The additional dilemma was that though he spoke in the cultured tones of a scribe, he did not look like a typical scribe, someone who spent his days in chambers reading or writing books. His actual work required him to be in top physical condition, something that was not often said of scribes. Before his abduction, Marius had been walking down a Arn street wearing a blue shirt, black pants and brown boots, all of which showed off his physique. He nonetheless managed to convince those he encountered that he was indeed a scribe merely by his self-confidence, his ability to act as though he was supposed to be where he was.

Next to the master was an uncollared kajirus, a bald Kataii as dark as a tem and even larger and more muscular than Marius, clad in the briefest red silks, with only enough wrapping to cover his large genitals, plus a wrap around his waist and upper chest. He was in the Bracelets position, kneeling, his hands behind his back. He averted his eyes from his master, but looked straight into Marius' eyes with a partial smile. His silk-covered genitals seemed to grow before Marius' eyes.

On the other side of the master was a black-haired green-eyed kajira, nude except for her slave collar, with what appeared to be her silks off to her side on the floor. She was in the Nadu position, kneeling with her knees open, her hands palms-up on top of her thighs. She breathed deeply in and out, and the nipples of her large breasts were erect. She stared at Marius as well. He had no doubt she was ready to be taken by one of them, or all three at once.

"You may stand like a man, or lay like a slime worm," said the master. "I assure you Qamar is a formidable opponent."

In case Marius wasn't warned by Qamar's presence, the master produced a slave goad in his hand.

Marius ordinarily would try to fight or outsmart his way out of a predicament, except that no such way out seemed possible at the moment. Marius also ordinarily would ponder which of the three men were stimulating the kajira the most, but he had higher priorities at the moment, namely self-preservation.

"I will stand," said Marius.

The master and the kajirus named Qamar came over. The master unbuckled Marius' hands, then feet, while Qamar loomed over Marius, using his size to imply a threat. Marius slowly stood, looking warily at Qamar.

"I think you know exactly how to be a kajirus," said the master. "Submission!"

Marius stayed in place with as much dignity as his nudity allowed. "No," he answered.

The master's eyes narrowed. "You take a lot of chances for a kajirus," he said. "Submit."

"I will not," replied Marius.

The master turned on the slave goad and fired it at Marius. The yellow sparks across Marius' chest hurt, and he grimaced, but held his ground. He turned it up higher and fired again; Marius stumbled, but stood up again, the same look of defiance on his face.

The master walked close to Marius and put the slave goad under Marius' genitals, lifting them up momentarily, then looked into Marius' eyes. "So, you're not afraid to die."

"Better to die free than to live as a slave," said Marius, looking directly into Trask's eyes.

Trask then turned, twisted the slave goad control to its maximum setting, and held it against the kajira's neck. "Submit ... or you will assure her death." The tip of the slave goad glowed red. The kajira said nothing, but her eyes pleaded with Marius.

"So much for your physicians' oath," said Marius.

His eyes a blaze of hate, Marius knelt on the floor, spreading his knees, and crossing his hands above his head.

"Better," said the master, turning down the dial. "Display!"

Marius stood back up, putting his hands behind his neck. At that moment, Marius might as well have been a kajirus at an auction, naked, every inch of him open for inspection and probing.

The master walked to Marius as if to conduct an examination. He put his hand on Marius' chin, running his index finger along Marius' lips. He then ran his right hand down Marius' chest slowly, smiling slightly when he felt his heartbeat, then resuming downward until he came to Marius' genitals, which he cupped in his hand, his middle finger going underneath and between his testicles to the bottom of Marius' pelvis, touching the skin covering the nerves and muscles between Marius' testicles and anus. The master used his thumb and forefinger to feel the skin on the shaft and head of Marius' chaq, and similarly felt each of his testicles. Marius looked straight ahead while the master looked into Marius' eyes to observe his reaction and whether it differed from the reaction of what the master held in his right hand. 

The master then ran his other hand over Marius' buttocks, briefly pausing in between them, using his finger to trace the cleft, while still cradling Marius' genitals. The master then pushed his middle finger forward until it reached Marius' anus, stopping at its entrance. The master's hand was warm, and Marius felt his genitals expand slightly in the master's hand.

"You are, I must say, magnificent. You would kick well," said the master, using a term that usually applied to kajira. Marius wondered what his captor meant by that.

Turning to the other kajirus, the master ordered, "Serve him."

The kajirus walked to get a krater and a bola. He placed the krater on the floor, then undid his silk and knelt over the krater, thrusting his hips forward so his chaq hung over the edge. He put the bola on his bicep, using his teeth to open the cork. He poured the paga slowly over his chest, flowing over his nipples, abdominal muscles and finally down the shaft and head of his chaq into the krater. Marius watched the kajirus' chaq grow as the paga poured over it. The kajirus stretched his body upward to luxuriate in the feel of the flow of the paga.

The kajirus brought over the krater to Marius. He held Marius' head in one hand, opened his mouth with his fingers, and quietly saying "do not resist," poured some of the contents into Marius' mouth. Concluding he had no choice, Marius drank the paga.

"Now serve me," said the master. The kajirus repeated the task, bringing the krater over to the master, who drank greedily of the paga. The kajirus then took the krater and drank most of the rest, his chaq bobbing as he raised the krater over his head to empty it.

The kajirus took one final drink of the paga, put down the krater, walked over to Marius, put his hand on the back of Marius' head, twisted it to one side, and pressed his open mouth to Marius' lips in a form of the master's kiss. The kajirus stuck his tongue inside Marius' mouth, and the paga that was inside the kajirus' mouth went into Marius' mouth. Marius swallowed as the kajirus' tongue went deep inside his mouth, and Marius could feel the kajirus' erect chaq slide over the top of his own hardness, his chaq going under the taller kajirus' chaq and under his testicles.

Looking into Marius' eyes, the kajirus murmured only for Marius to hear, "I'm ready for you ... kajira." The kajirus' hand was large enough to grab both their chaqs and hold them together. 

As the paga flowed into his system, Marius began to grow dizzy and his skin grew icy hot, as if a layer of ice covered the fire. His heartbeat grew stronger in his chest. He also noticed his own chaq begin to expand and stiffen as his heartbeat quickened. He tried to step back, but was held in place by Qamar's hand around his chaq.

"Sula!" the master said to Marius.

Before he could think of why he would choose to degrade himself by adopting the pose meant for a kajira, Marius slowly lay down on the floor, spreading his legs, his hands on the outside of his thighs. His chaq now pointed upward, its head shiny and wet, and his testicles felt heavier.

"Slaver's kiss!" the master then said to the kajira.

She knelt on the ground, her head and elbows also on the ground, her buttocks in the air. 

The master turned to Marius with a faintly sadistic look on his face. "Sula-ki!"

Marius, angry at what he was being forced to do, but finding resistance difficult and himself more aroused, raised his hips off the ground, his feet flat on the ground, his swelling chaq now pointing back toward his face. A drip came off the head of his chaq and landed on his stomach.

"Very good," said the master. "Slaver's kiss!"

Marius turned over and adopted the same pose as the kajira, his head on the ground, his ass in the air, his chaq now pointing straight down to the ground, another drip reaching the ground. His head was buzzing and his chaq and testicles were throbbing in anticipation, while his stomach fluttered in fear.

The master grabbed the slave goad with which he had threatened the kajira. Then he turned it around and, carefully grabbing the opposite end, he inserted the handle into the kajira, who breathed sharply at the invasion.

The master moved the slave goad handle in and out of her, first slowly, then quicker. The kajira's body moved as well, with sharp exhales shortly followed by staccato moans.

"Yield," the master said. A few Ihn later, she screamed as her body orgasmed.

After a few moments, the master pulled out the slave goad handle, coated in the kajira's juices. He walked over to Marius, still in the slaver's kiss position, his backside up in the air as if he was a female bosk waiting to be bred.

"Being a kajirus is little different from being a kajira, young beauty," said the master, almost conversationally. "You have no control over yourself."

Calling to the kajirus, he said, "Sula!"

The kajirus lay down on the ground as Marius had. Marius could see the kajirus' large testicles as he lay with his legs spread, his chaq pointing toward the ceiling. 

The master bent down and took the kajirus' huge chaq into his own mouth. After about an ehn, during which the kajirus' chaq had grown to nearly a Gorean foot, the master stopped and walked over to Marius' body.

"Your owner can do whatever she — or he — wants to you," the master said, wiping his mouth with his hand.

And with that, the master pushed the slave goad handle into Marius' anus, repeating the master's penetration of the kajira. Marius groaned at the pain as the lubricated handle invaded him.

"You do not want me to put the other end inside you," the master said, again cupping Marius' genitals with his free hand. "Sula!" the master then called to the kajira, pointing in front of Marius.

The kajira got up and lay in front of Marius, her just-plundered fadu inches just below Marius' face. Despite his being raped from behind, Marius could not help but become more aroused at the sight of the kajira, her legs and fadu open to him.

He was also disconcerted about the feeling coming from the friction of the handle going in and out of his ass as he involuntarily moved with its rhythm. He could feel his anus close around the handle on the outward strokes of its rhythm as the handle violated Marius, each inward stroke making Marius' chaq bob.

Suddenly the handle was pulled out of his anus. A moment later, the head of the kajirus' chaq, wider than the handle, burrowed inside Marius, the kajirus grabbing Marius' hips to hold him in place as the kajirus slid inside him. Marius' own chaq and testicles bounced as the kajirus growled and plowed into him, and Marius found to his shock that his body was closing around the kajirus' chaq to help him achieve release.

The master, now naked himself, came over to Marius' face. Kneeling down over the spread kajira, he used his fingers to open Marius' mouth, and then plunged his chaq into his mouth. The master put his hands on both sides of Marius' head as he thrust into and out of his face.

Marius then felt a pair of small hands on his own chaq. The kajira had slid over and was pulling him inside her, pushing her hips upward in her own sula-ki to meet him. Marius felt himself losing control as he thrusted inside her.

The kajirus stiffened and he thrust his hips forward, ejaculating into Marius. Shortly thereafter, Marius' mouth filled with the salty taste of the master's semen.

Marius felt the kajira's fadu close around his chaq, and then he came into her, yelling to the extent he could with the master's chaq still inside his mouth.

Suddenly he felt his body flipped around. The kajirus, hard again, pushed Marius onto his back and pushed his legs onto Marius' chest, then plunged his chaq back into Marius' anus. The thrusting resumed, with Marius' genitals pushed forward with every thrust of the kajirus. A few ehn later, the kajirus orgasmed again.

The kajirus was replaced by the master, whose chaq was also hard again. The master pulled Marius' legs down, and then got on top of Marius. Trask lay his chaq on top of Marius' chaq and started thrusting.

Marius closed his eyes to shut out the sight, but he could not shut out the sensation of his wet chaq being stroked back to hardness by another chaq. As the master began to climax onto Marius' belly, Marius felt someone's index and middle fingers push into his anus. Only ihn were required for Marius to climax again, his rape complete.

Marius was so wiped out that he heard, but did not feel, the master and the kajirus urinating on his body. He only heard, as if from a distance, the master say, "And I suppose you don't love men either."

Spy of Gor Ch. 02



This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction.



Sensation returned again. This time, it was dark.

Marius lay naked on a floor, he assumed somewhere within the master's house. He had a splitting headache, the hangover, he deduced, from whatever they had made him drink. His ass — both buttocks and anus — was sore, presumably from his rape, as was his chaq and other muscles. His knees and his buttocks were also scraped raw, either from the rape or from getting to or from the room where he was raped, he surmised.

He wondered idly what was in the drink that would simultaneously stimulate someone and remove the drinker's inhibitions. He had never had sex with a man, and was never even curious about it because of Gor's cultural taboos. And yet he not been as hard as he was while being raped since the time he was on a mission and celibate for an entire Yhn.

Marius was not alone. Also lying with him was the kajira, up against him, presumably for body warmth, similarly naked, her buttocks pressing against his groin.

Rapes of males by other males were as discussed in Gorean society as the concept of men loving men — only furtively in private conversations. Submissive men were anathema to free Gorean men, some of whom would try to kill pagar kajiri over their disgust with a kajirus' submissive nature. Although, he imagined, not a kajirus as large as the ebony one.

He had once served as a pagar kajirus after the Ubar had tasked him to infiltrate the home of a free woman thought to be colluding with the Kurii. The woman had once threatened to penetrate him with the handle of a whip, but had not carried out her threat beyond running a whip handle up and down the crack of his ass after whipping him. 

He couldn't rule out the possibility, but he had never seen a pagar kajirus like the one who had raped him. That made him wonder, even with the red silk, whether the kajirus was instead a fighting slave or a bodyguard of the master.

Which brought another question to mind: Why was he kidnapped? He did not know either the master or the kajirus from sight. He had never been to this house. Free women had been known to be kidnapped and sold into slavery, but not free men from his experience.

The master was, based on his clothing, from the green caste, a physician. And yet he seemed to own several female slaves and at least one male slave. That seemed like a lot of slaves for a physician. Was the kajirus actually his bodyguard? Why would a physician need a bodyguard?

And he had a slave goad, which was rare and expensive. Why would a physician need a slave goad?

Instead of asking questions that resisted answering, Marius tried to analyze his situation in the darkness. He had been captured, and now was without money or clothing, not even boots. He assumed he was in Ar, but he couldn't be sure of that, and he did not know where in Ar he was. Even if he was not a collared or branded slave, he was nonetheless a captive of this master's house. Even if he could effect an escape, that would get him only out of this house, not back where he should be if he was somewhere other than Ar. And given how many slaves were kept naked by their masters in part to discourage escape, as soon as he escaped from the house, he would be presumed to be a slave. Being recaptured by this master would be bad; being captured by someone else — panthers, or outlaws, or a slave trader — might be worse. Since there was no official record of his actual job, he could effectively disappear without rescue.

The one emotion he did not feel was shame. He had clearly been captured not randomly, but as part of some kind of plot. The rape was unquestionably part of the master's effort to break him. His sexual release, while unnatural by Gorean norms, was forced as part of his being penetrated, as well as by the kajira's efforts at the behest of her master.

What Marius needed more than anything else at that moment was information in order to figure out what to do next, including when and how he could kill Trask. The kajira was one potential source of information, though the difficulty was overcoming her natural fear of her master.

The kajira moved slightly in her sleep, her buttocks brushing up again against his groin. That gave Marius a flash of inspiration, a way to overcome the kajira's fear of her master, or at least give her something different to think about.

Marius wrapped one hand around her mouth, and clawed one of her breasts with the other to awaken her. "Silence!" he whispered.

Marius then used his other hand to fondle the breast he had just clawed. He kissed and licked her neck, then moved his hand around her hip to between her legs, putting his middle finger just inside her fadu. As he expected, she was wet. It was too dark to see her emerald eyes, but he remembered from seeing her hours earlier how stunning she was.

Then he stopped. "I need to know," he told her. "As long as you tell me what I want to know, you will get this," reinserting his finger inside her, touching her slit, making her stiffen and inhale through his hand. She nodded her head.

"Where is this?" he asked, stopping his stroking.

"This is Ar," said the kajira. Marius resumed stroking her. He would have liked to ask her where they were in Ar, but he thought it unlikely she would know.

"Who is your master?" he asked, again stopping his stroking waiting for her answer.

"My master is Trask Kahire. He is a physician," she said. He resumed stroking her.

"How did I get here?" he asked.

"A girl does not know," she said. He didn't move his hand.

"I do not! A girl was told to come to the chamber. When this girl came in, you were chained on the floor."

He resumed stroking her.

"The kajirus who ... was with the physician. Who is he?"

"He is Qamar, the master's bodyguard," she said.

Marius was not surprised to hear that. He thought Qamar's might have been the hand with the repcloth whose capture scent knocked him out.

"And what is your name?"

"A girl is named Tarana," she said, starting to breathe harder as she became more aroused and wet.

"I am Marius," he said softly. "I need your help."

"A girl has no larma to offer you," she said. "A girl has no love furs. A girl has only her slave heat. A girl wishes to yield to you."

Marius turned her over so she lay on her back and moved on top of her from the opposite side. Without being told, she assumed the sula position, spreading her legs. "Slave lips," he said.

Tarana pursed her lips. Marius kissed her, continuing to stroke between her legs. Despite being told to be quiet, Marius could feel through his lips her scream as she yielded. 

Marius then got on top of her and slid inside her. Tarana wrapped her legs around his back to give him deep penetration. He alternated between sucking on her nipples — her breasts were large enough to bring both together and suck on both at the same time — and deep kissing in part to prevent her from making noise that might wake up someone in the compound.

She didn't ask permission to yield, but technically he wasn't her master. And as he erupted inside her, he didn't care about permission.



Spy of Gor Ch. 03



NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction. 

*

Marius awoke alone. Tarana, who had been draped over his body as he fell asleep, had left sometime before he awakened.

He got off the floor and stood, stretching his muscles to see what still hurt after the previous day's adventures. He felt stiff and sticky and dirty and hungry but otherwise uninjured. He was still naked but unbound.

He decided his quest for information needed to include seeing what was in the compound, including possibly a way out. He was unconcerned about encountering Trask. He was more concerned about encountering Qamar, but at least he would know what Trask was expecting from him. To knock down walls requires knowing where the walls are first.

Walking outside, he saw that the compound had a pool, which at the moment was unoccupied. He decided to see how far he could push his captor by diving in without permission.

The water felt cool on his body, a relief from all the sweating he had done over the previous day, by choice or not. He swam down to the bottom and back up four times, trying to see how long he could hold his breath.

After his head broke the surface of the water, he heard, "I see you still take chances for a kajirus." It was Trask.

"I see you still can't get my name right," replied Marius, slightly winded.

Trask smiled. "And how are you feeling this morning?"

"Sore," admitted Marius.

"Not used to being a kajira?" asked Trask, emphasizing the last syllable to remind Marius of his submissive role at the hands of Trask and Qamar.

"The accommodations left something to be desired," replied Marius. "And I don't know how the food is, since I haven't had any."

"Perhaps we can do something about that," answered Trask. "If I may say so, your ass is just divine."

"Have you ever thought what would happen if your clients found out about your ... tastes?" retorted Marius. "I don't believe they sit for that here."

Officially the penalty for man-on-man sex was anal impalement. The penalty, however, appeared to have been conveniently enforced, based on the records Marius had seen — as if the city or the Initiates assessed the capital punishment on men either wanted eliminated for unrelated reasons.

"Not only are you a magnificent specimen, you are fascinating," said Trask, elegantly squatting down on the pool deck opposite where Marius floated in the water. Trask wore a green tunic similar to his tunic of the previous day. "Here you are, stripped in every sense, alone in every sense, and yet you still play these games of resistance."

"You have an interesting definition of 'game,'" said Marius. His naked body distorted by the water, Marius thought he saw Trask looking between Marius' legs.

"Yes, well, perhaps you would like a little more time with Qamar," said Trask. "You seemed to enjoy him yesterday. I know he enjoyed you."

Trask stood up. "As a matter of fact, I am hosting a gathering later today. And the two of you are the main entertainment."

"I think I'll decline," said Marius. "You have kajirae. Let Qamar entertain them."

"But my guests have never seen anything like you will provide them," Trask countered. "As a physician, I must say the two of you are unparalleled. Statues should be cast from your bodies. And to offer yourself ... or to be taken like a she-sleen in heat ... I would not be surprised if our audience climaxes at the very sight of your ravishing each other."

"You do what you want with Qamar," said Marius. "I am not a kajirus."

"You are whatever I want you to be," said Trask, squatting down in front of him. "You are a kajirus. You are an animal."

Marius was stunned to see what appeared in Trask's hand — what appeared to be a shorter Kurii silver tube weapon. Merely possessing Kurii weapons was subject to capital punishment. How could Trask have gotten a Kurii weapon if he was not a Kurii agent?

Marius' duty now became obvious. Marius wanted to kill Trask just for raping him. Marius had to kill Trask as an agent of the Kurii. Marius had to wait for the first, best opportunity, and floating naked in a swimming pool with a Kurii silver tube at the disposal of your enemy was not an opportunity.

Marius sighed. "I suppose I have no choice in this."

"Slaves usually have two choices — comply or die," said Trask, the silver tube gone. "I will have a kajira get you food and prepare you. It will be delightful for my guests."

Marius hauled himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his body. He tried to shift his body as he got out to avoid Trask's gaze upon his genitals.

Trask changed his mind. "Display!" he suddenly said.

Marius glared at him, but stood in the display position, his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands behind his head.

Trask grabbed the back of Marius' head and pulled it back. Trask then bit down on Marius' lips in the master's kiss, while with his other hand he fondled Marius' chaq and testicles. Trask's hand rubbed the nerve behind Marius' testicles.

Trask broke off the kiss, but held onto Marius' genitals. Marius' lips started swelling from the bruises Trask's teeth had caused.

"Nadu!" said Trask.

Marius slowly knelt upon the ground, his knees open, his back straight, his chaq pointing straight out. A kajira would be offering herself to her master in this position.

What Trask had in mind became evident a moment later, when Trask, now naked, presented his chaq to Marius' mouth.

Marius opened his mouth and Trask slid in his chaq. It had an oddly sweet taste, not salty as when Trask and Qamar had plundered him earlier. Trask put his right hand on the back of Marius' head to control his thrusting inside Marius' mouth.

As Marius sucked on Trask's chaq, he felt the feeling of fire over ice on his skin from the previous day return. His heart started racing. His genitals started to grow.

"Belly!" said Trask.

Marius lay supine on the ground, his hands at his sides, his legs spread open, his testicles and ass exposed to Trask. Marius could feel his heart race in his chest. The mixture of anticipation and anxiety of the previous day returned. 

His chaq hardened against the ground as he remembered how Qamar had opened and raped him. He remembered Trask lying on top of him, their chaqs rubbing against each other. Marius suddenly found himself waiting to be used, waiting to climax, and not caring if his climax came from a man's raping him.

Marius felt Trask open his buttocks. He felt something wet against his anus, and he realized Trask was licking his anus. He felt his hips involuntarily flex upward. He moaned.

Marius then felt Trask's chaq at the entrance to his anus. He felt Trask's hands on his buttocks as Trask pushed his way inside Marius as he lay upon him. He breathed in sharply and deeply as he felt the head of Trask's chaq push past the ring of his anus. The flood of sensation centered around his ass returned.

Trask then pulled Marius' hips back toward him to put him in the she-sleen position and deepen his penetration. Marius found again that his body was closing around Trask's chaq as it had around Qamar's chaq.

Trask pushed Marius' head down to put him in the slaver's kiss position. Marius could feel Trask's testicles slap against his ass as he thrusted slowly inside Marius. His hips involuntarily matched Trask's invasion and withdrawal. His chaq dragged on the ground as Trask pushed in and pulled out.

Trask then rotated Marius, his chaq still inside him, so that Marius was lying on his back in the sula position. The hot friction inside Marius nearly drove him over the edge. Marius' chaq pointed toward his face, red, shiny, wet and quivering.

Trask picked up Marius' legs to push further inside him. Trask's groin touched Marius' testicles, and Trask's testicles touched Marius' ass as he pushed inside. Marius watched his chaq grow toward him as Trask thrusted.

"Slave!" said Trask. He leaned forward and crushed his lips into Marius', his tongue diving deep into Marius' mouth.

Marius realized Trask was beginning a perverse version of the Gorean Rites of Submission. Masters would force their slaves to admit their slavery while raping them. Kajirae would surrender to their masters as they yielded.

"Slave!" said Trask.

Marius clenched his teeth. The buzzing in his ass and the pressure building up in his chaq made it unlikely that Marius would be able to resist climaxing.

"Slave!" said Trask as he pushed inside Marius.

Marius arched his head back as the hot, wet, firm flesh skewered him. His legs were splayed open and pushed back.

"Slave!" said Trask as he thrusted.

The lightning bolts Trask's thrusting sent between his legs and inside him pushed out all other thoughts from Marius' mind. He was rapidly reaching the point of no return.

"Yield, slave," said Trask.

Marius yielded, crying out, his chaq spurting onto his belly, his ass tightening around Trask's chaq. 

Trask arched as he climaxed, his chaq emptying his semen into Marius' body. Trask collapsed onto Marius' body, his chaq still inside him.

Marius felt the pressure between his legs disappear as Trask pulled out of him. He felt a chaq touch his. He felt the chaq pause in the pool on his belly his climax had caused. He felt the chaq run up his chest.

Trask put his chaq back into Marius' mouth, coated with the two men's semen. Marius tongued Trask's chaq and testicles. He felt on-and-off pressure against his face as Trask thrusted into his mouth, Trask's chaq reaching the back of his throat.

Marius' mouth filled with the bitter, salty taste of Trask's semen as Marius' body made Trask climax for the second time.

After he caught his breath, Trask said, "I can see why Qamar wants you again. I think a good many people will want you when they see the two of you."

Trask called on a red-haired kajira to lead Marius to a bath room. Marius looked and saw the kajira had been watching, wide-eyed, as Trask raped Marius and made him climax.

The kajira led Marius, unsteady on his feet, to the first of its two tubs, where he soaked while another kajira hand fed him Sa-Tarna bread, pieces of tabuk and blackwine. The two kajira wore towels that covered from just above their breasts to just below their fadu.

The first kajira scrubbed coarse oils into his body to remove dirt and sweat, removing them with a stringli. She worked above his waist while he sat, and then below his waist when he stood up. Marius noticed she had similar green eyes to Tarana's.

The bath slave then led him to the second tub, where he lay with his head resting on the tub wall. She knelt in the tub and sponged his body.

Marius then stood in the bath and she vigorously rubbed his body with a towel. She then led him to a table, where he lay face down on another towel and she began massaging him with oils with the fragrances of dina and teriotrope, starting with his back.

The kajira then said, "A girl asks you to turn over."

Marius rolled over. The bath slave had removed her towel, and wore nothing underneath. She massaged his legs and arms with more of the oils, then liberally poured thick oils over his chest.

"A girl is sorry," said the kajira. "My master has instructed me to not allow you to make me yield to you."

The kajira then climbed on top of Marius and began using her body to massage him, sliding up and down his body with hers. Marius grew hard when her breasts slid over his groin, but before he could touch her she slid off.



Spy of Gor Ch. 04



This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction.

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"And now, a little entertainment for all," said Trask. "This is our own Canjellne."

Marius was not feeling entertained at all. It was the tenth Ahn. They were back in the courtyard, the room filled with what Marius assumed was all of Trask's slaves, and, judging from their dress, some of his business associates and their companions as well. All the free women wore long sleeves and pants, lest they violate the decorum rules and be sentenced to slavery. Serving kajirae mingled among the crowd, offering guests paga, Gorean ale, Ta-Wine, Ka-la-na and rence beer, along with plates of candied tospits, larma fruit, and small cubes of Cosian wingfish liver and verr cheese.

Marius was in the Bracelets position, his hands chained behind his back. Qamar was on the opposite side of the ring in the same position, except that his hands were not chained. Both were naked. Tarana was next to Marius, and another kajira, whom Marius recognized from the bath, was next to Qamar. The kajiri were wearing red silks that wrapped around their breasts, ass and fadu, obscuring none, and slave bells, each with a talender in her hair. 

Marius and Qamar had entered the chamber wearing pleasure silks — Qamar's red, Marius' white — which cupped their genitals, wrapped through their legs and between their buttocks, and then wrapped three times around their torsos up to their necks like a sash. The silks rubbed against Marius' anus and genitals, reminding him of last night's rape, but stimulating him as well.

Tarana and the other kajira removed Marius' and Qamar's silks in dramatic fashion from top to bottom, pulling the silks through their ass cheeks, slowly revealing their genitals last, chaq and testicles bouncing as the silk was pulled free, to the applause of the crowd. 

As the two knelt opposite each other, Marius tried to avoid looking at Qamar, whose chaq was already partially erect. Qamar caught Marius' eye and then licked his lips.

Two kajirae were on the other two sides of the ring in the Nadu position. Each was naked and had been oiled, as had Marius and Qamar.

"The rules of our game are simple," announced Trask. "The loser shall pleasure the winner ... or the winner shall pleasure the loser, whichever order you prefer ... until they release."

Turning to Marius, he then said, "The consequences of disobedience ... will not be pleasant." He pulled out his slave goad just far enough for Marius to see it.

The two kajirae were led out by two other kajirae to the middle of the ring to stand on either side of Trask. The oil and the fact they were the same height and hair color made them nearly indistinguishable from each other. Upon his call of "Obedience!", the two slaves bent to the ground and kissed each of his feet.

The kajirae then stood. "Begin!" said Trask, backing up to get out of the way.

The kajirae may have looked indistinguishable before, but not once they began to wrestle. One was considerably more aggressive than the other. She immediately got on top of the other, who was kneeling face down, and put her hand between the other's legs, making the other girl howl.

It appeared to Marius as if the aggressive one was toying — literally and figuratively — with the other. She looked to be about to win, only to let her opponent up so she could take her down again. The crowd seemed nonetheless entertained with flesh rubbing against flesh and the sleen-like screams of the combatants.

The wrestling ended when one got her arm around the other's neck, her ankles hooked around the other's groin. The arm cut off the oxygen supply, forcing her to black out.

The winner got up and the loser slumped to the mat. The winner went to the loser and pushed her legs up and toward the loser's head, and then lowered herself on the loser's head, grabbing the loser's head by the back of her hair. She started rocking back and forth as the loser tongued her fadu. The winner then reached her hand back and started fondling the fadu of the loser. She bucked and then buried her hand inside the loser's fadu.

The winner screamed when she orgasmed. The loser's scream when she orgasmed was muffled by the winner's genitals covering her face.

The last thing the winner did was to pick up the loser and sling her over her shoulders, her ass in the air, her head down around the winner's hip, to carry her out of the ring, getting huge applause.

Trask walked back to the middle of the ring and motioned to Tarana and the other kajira. The kajirae led out Marius and Qamar for their Canjeline. Neither wore the leather gloves of fighting slaves — the purpose was not to kill the enemy, only to rape him.

"Obedience!" Trask said.

Qamar bent down to the ground and kissed Trask's left boot. Marius, fuming, did the same to Trask's right boot after a short pause. Someone in the crowd oohed at Marius' skating on the edge of insolence.

The two then stood. "Paga!" said Trask.

A serving kajira brought out a krater and a bola. She placed the krater between the feet of Marius and Qamar. She took the bola and poured it at Qamar's upper chest. As with their first meeting, the paga poured down Qamar's chest, stomach, and shaft and head of his chaq. The kajira then turned to Marius and held the bola nozzle at his upper chest. The paga ran down his chest, stomach, and shaft and head of his chaq before landing in the krater. Both men's chaqs stirred from the paga flowing over them.

The kajira then left the ring. Qamar picked up the krater and drank from it. Qamar then turned to Marius and, as he had at their first meeting, put his hand against the back of Marius' head, turned his head, and locked their lips together. Qamar's tongue pushed into Marius' mouth, pushing the paga from Qamar's mouth to Marius' mouth. Marius swallowed the paga as some in the crowd tittered.

Qamar then drank from the krater and repeated the master's kiss, feeding Marius more paga. He did it a third time, making some in the crowd whistle.

Marius again felt dizzy, his skin again feeling like ice on top of fire. Their chaqs touched, and Marius realized he was now fully erect, the veins bulging out from his shaft. Qamar's chaq looked, if anything, even larger than when he raped Marius a day ago.

Marius was not a small person, and was athletic as well, but he was smaller than Qamar. His paga-buzzed brain was trying to decide whether he should try to defeat Qamar, submit quickly to him, or some intermediate or different option, when Qamar suddenly dived at Marius, knocking him off balance and onto his back.

Before Marius even realized what had happened, Qamar had Marius' legs wrapped up between his shoulders, his ass in the air, his head down on the ground. Marius punched Qamar's side, but it seemed as effective as punching a Tur tree.

Qamar slammed Marius down on the mat so he was lying flat. Qamar then pulled Marius' legs up until his feet were even with Qamar's head. Marius yelled at the pain of being unnaturally stretched out. But one of Qamar's hands slipped on Marius' ankle, and Marius' leg slammed down to the ground. Marius managed to rotate his body to the side to try to get out of the hold.

Marius managed to get Qamar onto his side, his arms locked through Qamar's shoulders to the back of his head, his legs wrapped around Qamar's side. If he could lock his legs, he might be able to squeeze out Qamar's breath.

Qamar then suddenly pushed upward and propelled both of them briefly into the air. Qamar landed on top of Marius, knocking the wind out of him. Stunned, Marius watched Qamar stand up. He lifted up Marius and, locking his hands around Marius' back, squeezed hard, trying to crush the wind out of him. 

Qamar then slammed Marius onto his stomach and immediately jumped on top of him, one arm around his throat, the other around his right shoulder. Marius could feel Qamar's chaq against his own testicles, then move upward and lay between Marius' ass cheeks as Qamar established dominance over Marius. 

Qamar's arm tightened around Marius' neck. Darkness moved in from the outside of Marius' vision. Marius couldn't breathe and blacked out.

When he came to, Qamar was standing with one foot on Marius' chest, his hands raised in the air. The crowd cheered, evidently indicating the end of the wrestling part of the Canjellne. Marius lay on the ground, breathing hard, covered with sweat, scratches oozing blood.

Qamar stood at his head, and then, facing Marius' feet, slowly squatted over his head, then leaned forward. Qamar almost delicately placed the head of his chaq on top of Marius' lips.

Marius, under the full effect of the paga and drained from the fight, opened his mouth. Qamar got on his knees and lowered his chaq into Marius' mouth.

Marius licked and sucked on Qamar's chaq, not in an effort to provide pleasure, but out of the conclusion that the faster Qamar climaxed, the sooner Trask's latest degradation of him would end.

From the corner of his eye, Marius saw that they were having the effect Trask predicted on his guests. A free woman had her hand inside her pants. Another free woman had her hand surrounding a free man's crotch, the two kissing. Another man fondled a free woman's breasts through her clothing. One kajira had her hand inside the silks of another. Another kajira was actually orally pleasing another guest, the crowd's view to his genitals blocked by the kajira's head.

Marius felt Qamar's weight shift above him. Marius suddenly felt Qamar's lips on his chaq, doing to Marius what Marius was doing to him. Marius felt Qamar's sucking and involuntarily moaned, making Qamar's chaq vibrate. Qamar responded by thrusting deeper into Marius' mouth.

Marius' mouth filled with the salty taste of Qamar's semen. 

After a moment, Marius felt fingers probe his anus and then slid inside. The friction sent Marius over the edge, his hips bucked, and he climaxed into Qamar's mouth.

Qamar unsteadily got up. A string of his own semen came from his chaq, and a string of Marius' semen came from his mouth. The crowd applauded again.

Qamar breathed hard a few times, then turned and picked up Marius as the winning kajira had picked up the losing kajira. Marius' head was even with Qamar's chaq, and his ass was over Qamar's left shoulder.

Qamar carried Marius through the crowd. As they passed through, Marius dimly heard people saying "Well done!" and felt people touching his skin.

Qamar took Marius to a chamber, followed by Trask. Two large platforms that looked like the points of a star sat on the ground. The kajira who lost the Canjellne was mounted on one, her arms and legs tied to four of the corners of the star. She was blindfolded; her head rested on the top leg.

From behind, Trask blindfolded him. He then felt Qamar lay him on top of the other star-shaped platform. He felt his arms tied to the side lengths of the star. He felt his legs spread and his ankles tied to the bottom lengths of the star.

Marius felt something pushed completely into his anus. He then heard the other X pushed away. He then felt the platform on which he was mounted move.

The platform stopped after a short time. He heard cheers, which made him conclude he'd been moved back into the courtyard. He also noticed that he was fully erect again, which made him conclude whatever had been pushed into his anus had been a drug to sexually stimulate him."

"My friends!" he heard Trask say. "For the next Ahn, the losers of our Cajellne are yours! But please do not leave permanent injuries, otherwise they won't be able to entertain you again."

Marius lost count of how often or how many times he was kissed, touched, fondled and probed. He felt tongues licking his body, including his nipples, his chaq and his anus. He felt two chaqs enter his mouth and three enter his ass — once, his mouth and his anus were filled at the same time. He felt at least three — he assumed — women ride his chaq until, based on their cries, they climaxed. He felt someone stroke his chaq until he climaxed on his stomach, and then he felt someone licking his stomach. One woman covered his mouth with her fadu until, based on her cry, she climaxed. To his left, he could hear the other kajira scream repeatedly as she was taken by guests.

He then felt a weight covering his entire body. The kajira was taken off her platform and draped on top of him, arms and legs spread out. He felt someone grab his chaq, still hard, and insert it into her fadu. He felt the kajira's lips on his, her tongue going down into his mouth. Her fadu squeezed his chaq and his hips rose to meet her fadu. 

He felt an additional weight on top of him. A howl from the kajira indicated that someone had penetrated her in her anus. The rhythm changed where Marius' thrusts were matched from the kajira's other side.

Then the weight was lifted off. He felt his buttocks spread and then felt someone else's chaq enter his anus. The kajira's fadu throbbed around his chaq and he climaxed, his third rape in as many days complete.



Spy of Gor Ch. 04 expanded



"And now, a little entertainment for all," said Trask. "This is our own Canjellne."

Marius was not feeling entertained at all. It was the tenth Ahn. They were back in the courtyard, the room filled with what Marius assumed was all of Trask's slaves, and, judging from their dress, some of his business associates and their companions as well. All the free women wore long sleeves and pants, lest they violate the decorum rules and be sentenced to slavery. Serving kajirae mingled among the crowd, offering guests paga, Gorean ale, Ta-Wine, Ka-la-na and rence beer, along with plates of candied tospits, larma fruit, and small cubes of Cosian wingfish liver and verr cheese.

Marius was in the Bracelets position, his hands chained behind his back. Qamar was on the opposite side of the ring in the same position, except that his hands were not chained. Both were naked. Tarana was next to Marius, and another kajira, whom Marius recognized from the bath, was next to Qamar. The kajiri were wearing red silks that wrapped around their breasts, ass and fadu, obscuring none, and slave bells, each with a talender in her hair. 

Marius and Qamar had entered the chamber wearing pleasure silks — Qamar's red, Marius' white — which cupped their genitals, wrapped through their legs and between their buttocks, and then wrapped three times around their torsos up to their necks like a sash. A part of the silk had been pushed into Marius' anus, partly to hold it in place, partly to demonstrate his violation and his role as sexual plaything. The silks rubbed against Marius' anus and genitals, reminding him of last night's rape, but stimulating him as well.

Tarana and the other kajira removed Marius' and Qamar's silks in dramatic fashion from top to bottom, pulling the silks through their ass cheeks, slowly revealing their genitals last, chaq and testicles bouncing as the silk was pulled free, to the applause of the crowd. 

As the two knelt opposite each other, Marius tried to avoid looking at Qamar, whose chaq was already partially erect. Qamar caught Marius' eye and then licked his lips.

Two kajirae were on the other two sides of the ring in the Nadu position. Each was naked and had been oiled, as had Marius and Qamar.

"The rules of our game are simple," announced Trask. "The loser shall pleasure the winner ... or the winner shall pleasure the loser, whichever order you prefer ... until they release."

Turning to Marius, he then said, "The consequences of disobedience ... will not be pleasant." He pulled out his slave goad just far enough for Marius to see it.

The two kajirae were led out by two other kajirae to the middle of the ring to stand on either side of Trask. The oil and the fact they were the same height and hair color made them nearly indistinguishable from each other. Upon his call of "Obedience!", the two slaves bent to the ground and kissed each of his feet.

The kajirae then stood. "Begin!" said Trask, backing up to get out of the way.

The kajirae may have looked indistinguishable before, but not once they began to wrestle. One was considerably more aggressive than the other. She immediately got on top of the other, who was kneeling face down, and put her hand between the other's legs, making the other girl howl.

It appeared to Marius as if the aggressive one was toying — literally and figuratively — with the other. She looked to be about to win, only to let her opponent up so she could take her down again. The crowd seemed nonetheless entertained with flesh rubbing against flesh and the sleen-like screams of the combatants.

The wrestling ended when one got her arm around the other's neck, her ankles hooked around the other's groin. The arm cut off the oxygen supply, forcing her to black out.

The winner got up and the loser slumped to the mat. The winner went to the loser and pushed her legs up and toward the loser's head, and then lowered herself on the loser's head, grabbing the loser's head by the back of her hair. She started rocking back and forth as the loser tongued her fadu. The winner then reached her hand back and started fondling the fadu of the loser. She bucked and then buried her hand inside the loser's fadu.

The winner screamed when she orgasmed. The loser's scream when she orgasmed was muffled by the winner's genitals covering her face.

The last thing the winner did was to pick up the loser and sling her over her shoulders, her ass in the air, her head down around the winner's hip, to carry her out of the ring, getting huge applause.

Trask walked back to the middle of the ring and motioned to Tarana and the other kajira. The kajirae led out Marius and Qamar for their Canjellne. Neither wore the leather gloves of fighting slaves — the purpose was not to kill the enemy, only to rape him.

"Obedience!" Trask said.

Qamar bent down to the ground and kissed Trask's left boot. Marius, fuming, did the same to Trask's right boot after a short pause. Someone in the crowd oohed at Marius' skating on the edge of insolence.

The two then stood. "Paga!" said Trask.

A serving kajira brought out a krater and a bola. She placed the krater between the feet of Marius and Qamar. She took the bola and poured it at Qamar's upper chest. As with their first meeting, the paga poured down Qamar's chest, stomach, and shaft and head of his chaq. The kajira then turned to Marius and held the bola nozzle at his upper chest. The paga ran down his chest, stomach, and shaft and head of his chaq before landing in the krater. Both men's chaqs stirred from the paga flowing over them.

The kajira then left the ring. Qamar picked up the krater and drank from it. Qamar then turned to Marius and, as he had at their first meeting, put his hand against the back of Marius' head, turned his head, and locked their lips together. Qamar's tongue pushed into Marius' mouth, pushing the paga from Qamar's mouth to Marius' mouth. Marius swallowed the paga as some in the crowd tittered.

Qamar then drank from the krater and repeated the master's kiss, feeding Marius more paga. He did it a third time, making some in the crowd whistle.

Marius again felt dizzy, his skin again feeling like ice on top of fire. Their chaqs touched, and Marius realized he was now fully erect, the veins bulging out from his shaft. Qamar's chaq looked, if anything, even larger than when he raped Marius a day ago.

Marius was not a small person, and was athletic as well, but he was smaller than Qamar. His paga-buzzed brain was trying to decide whether he should try to defeat Qamar, submit quickly to him, or some intermediate or different option, when Qamar suddenly dived at Marius, knocking him off balance and onto his back.

Before Marius even realized what had happened, Qamar had Marius' legs wrapped up between his shoulders, his ass in the air, his head down on the ground. Marius punched Qamar's side, but it seemed as effective as punching a Tur tree.

Qamar slammed Marius down on the mat so he was lying flat. Qamar then pulled Marius' legs up until his feet were even with Qamar's head. Marius yelled at the pain of being unnaturally stretched out. But one of Qamar's hands slipped on Marius' ankle, and Marius' leg slammed down to the ground. Marius managed to rotate his body to the side to try to get out of the hold.

Marius managed to get Qamar onto his side, his arms locked through Qamar's shoulders to the back of his head, his legs wrapped around Qamar's side. If he could lock his legs, he might be able to squeeze out Qamar's breath.

Qamar then suddenly pushed upward and propelled both of them briefly into the air. Qamar landed on top of Marius, knocking the wind out of him. 

Stunned, Marius watched Qamar stand up. He lifted up Marius and, locking his hands around Marius' back, squeezed hard, trying to crush the wind out of him. 

Qamar then slammed Marius onto his stomach and immediately jumped on top of him, one arm around his throat, the other around his right shoulder. Marius could feel Qamar's chaq against his own testicles, then move upward and lay between Marius' ass cheeks as Qamar established dominance over Marius. 

Qamar's arm tightened around Marius' neck. Darkness moved in from the outside of Marius' vision. Marius couldn't breathe and blacked out.

When he came to, Qamar was standing with one foot on Marius' chest, his hands raised in the air. The crowd cheered, evidently indicating the end of the wrestling part of the Canjellne. Marius lay on the ground, breathing hard, covered with sweat, scratches oozing blood.

Qamar and Marius looked at each other. Qamar's chaq twitched. Despite his beating and exhaustion, Marius' chaq pointed upward.

Qamar suddenly grabbed Marius' ankles and pulled them upward. Marius felt himself lifted upward until only his head and shoulders were on the ground.

Marius felt Qamar spread his ankles until they were Qamar's shoulder-width apart. Marius felt Qamar's chaq touch his anus and then push inward. The paga ensured that Qamar would be able to slide into Marius' anus.

Unlike his previous rape, Marius was able to watch himself be fucked by Qamar — Qamar's chaq disappearing between Marius' buttocks, his thrusts making Marius' own chaq bounce and grow.

From the corner of his eye, Marius saw that they were having the effect Trask predicted on his guests. A free woman had her hand inside her pants. Another free woman had her hand surrounding a free man's crotch, the two kissing. Another man fondled a free woman's breasts through her clothing. One kajira had her hand inside the silks of another. Another kajira was actually orally pleasing another guest, the crowd's view to his genitals blocked by the kajira's head.

Qamar lowered Marius to the ground. Still inside Marius, Qamar rotated Marius around so that he was now kneeling. He then stood up, bringing Marius up with him so that both were standing facing the crowd, Qamar's chaq buried between Marius' buttocks. Marius' legs were spread outside Qamar's, and his chaq pointed upward toward the spectators.

Qamar put his large hand around Marius' chaq, lubricated only by their sweat. He resumed thrusting into Marius. With his free hand he turned Marius' head toward his and kissed him deeply, thrusting his tongue into Marius' mouth, while he pulled at Marius' chaq. Through the thickening fog in Marius' head, he heard the crowd cheering.

Marius felt as though all the blood was washing out of his brain into his chaq and ass. And then he saw Tarana, kneeling in the front row, her nipples stiff against her silks. He saw her reach between her open legs underneath her silk. He watched her legs widen slightly. She licked her lips, and her hips rocked slightly forward as she furtively stimulated herself to orgasm while watching Marius be raped. She looked into Marius' eyes as if she wished Marius to be stimulating her to orgasm.

Marius clenched his ass muscles. With a scream, Qamar orgasmed inside Marius. With a loud groan, Marius orgasmed, his chaq shooting semen onto the floor. The crowd applauded again as Marius slid off Qamar's body and slumped to the floor. Strings of semen hung from Qamar's and Marius' chaqs.

Qamar breathed hard a few times, then turned and picked up Marius as the winning kajira had picked up the losing kajira. Marius' head was even with Qamar's chaq, and his ass was over Qamar's left shoulder.

Qamar carried Marius through the crowd. As they passed through, Marius dimly heard people saying "Well done!" and felt people touching his skin.

Qamar took Marius to a chamber, followed by Trask. Two large platforms that looked like the points of a star sat on the ground. The kajira who lost the Canjellne was mounted on one, her arms and legs tied to four of the corners of the star. She was blindfolded; her head rested on the top leg.

From behind, Trask blindfolded Marius. He then felt Qamar lay him on top of the other star-shaped platform. He felt his arms tied to the side lengths of the star. He felt his legs spread and his ankles tied to the bottom lengths of the star.

Marius felt something pushed completely into his anus. He then heard the other X pushed away. He then felt the platform on which he was mounted move.

The platform stopped after a short time. He heard cheers, which made him conclude he'd been moved back into the courtyard. He also noticed that he was fully erect again, which made him conclude whatever had been pushed into his anus had been a drug to sexually stimulate him.

"My friends!" he heard Trask say. "For the next Ahn, the losers of our Canjellne are yours! But please do not leave permanent injuries, otherwise they won't be able to entertain you again."

The first thing he felt was a chaq presented at his lips. He opened his mouth, and the chaq pushed inside. Its owner pulled out of his mouth before he climaxed. Moments later, he felt a chaq at his anus. It pushed inside, then began thrusting in and out until he heard a cry and the chaq climaxed. Another replaced it, lubricated by the previous chaq's orgasm, its owner grinding his fingertips into Marius' hips as he climaxed. A larger chaq replaced it, its owner grinding his fingertips into Marius' chest as he climaxed.

He then felt a mouth on his chaq for about an Ehn. 

The mouth came off, andn then Marius felt a weight centered around his hips. Someone grasped his chaq, and he felt it pushed into an unfamiliar-feeling space — tight and hot like a fadu, but dry. 

He pushed upward. He heard a gasp above him. He thrusted upward again. He felt the flesh around his chaq tighten, and he felt something briefly touch his belly. He thrusted upward again, and started feeling the pressure in his testicles. He started thrusting harder and faster.

He heard a howl and then felt his stomach getting wet, and he realized he was fucking another man — he was doing to someone what Trask and Qamar had done to him. He imagined raping Qamar, his ass up in the air like a bosk waiting to be bred, or a trembling kajira ready to yield when ordered.

He arched his body and climaxed.

Marius lost count of how often or how many times he was kissed, touched, fondled and probed, and how many times he climaxed. From what he could tell since he couldn't see, the friends of Trask used every convenient body part of himself and the kajira to sexually play with or to achieve their own climax. He was fucked in the mouth and ass by men and in the mouth and chaq by women. When one left, another took his or her place.

He felt tongues licking his body, including his nipples, his chaq and his anus. He felt chaqs enter his mouth and his ass — once, his mouth and his anus were filled at the same time. He felt at least three — he assumed — women ride his chaq until, based on their cries, they climaxed. He felt someone stroke his chaq until he climaxed on his stomach, and then he felt someone licking his stomach. He felt another man lay down on top of him, their chaqs touching each other; the man then thrusted as if Marius was a woman until they climaxed. One woman covered his mouth with her fadu until, based on her cry, she climaxed. To his left, he could hear the other kajira scream repeatedly as she was taken by guests.

He then felt a weight covering his entire body. The kajira was taken off her platform and draped on top of him, arms and legs spread out. He felt someone grab his chaq, still hard, and insert it into her fadu. He felt the kajira's lips on his, her tongue going down into his mouth. Her fadu squeezed his chaq and his hips rose to meet her fadu. 

He felt an additional weight on top of him. A howl from the kajira indicated that someone had penetrated her in her anus. The rhythm changed where Marius' thrusts were matched from the kajira's other side.

Then the weight was lifted off. He felt his buttocks spread and then felt someone else's chaq enter his anus. The kajira's fadu throbbed around his chaq and he climaxed, his third rape in as many days complete. 



Spy of Gor Ch. 05



This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction. 

*

"I believe I have had enough of Qamar for an entire lifetime," said Marius to Tarana.

Marius was lying naked on top of a table in another alcove. Tarana was applying agrimony and honey to the numerous cuts on his body, the result of his losing duel with Qamar and the aftermath. She was wearing a loincloth, that covered the absolute minimum width of her genitalia. Her nipples were covered by two rings connected by a chain.

Marius had been led to the alcove by Tarana at Trask's direction.

"Magnificent!" said Trask after he had kissed Marius on the lips. "They were enchanted! A performance like that has never been seen in this city!"

Trask did not give Marius back his silks, which was fine with Marius, but he refused Marius any other clothing. Marius was not the only nude slave in the compound, but he appeared to be the only male nude slave there.

"You are too valuable to be sold now," said Trask. "You cannot imagine how much I have profited today. I have been nominated to head my caste. I will have to find some way to reward you."

"You can reward me by releasing me," asked Marius.

Trask laughed. "How amusing you are," he said. "Perhaps you are a tuchuk after all."

Tarana carefully reached between his butt cheeks to apply salve on the inside of his buttocks. Tarana also occasionally fed him chunks of Sa-Tassna left over from the event while he drank Gorean ale, in part to slake his thirst and in part to get the taste of the salty semen out of his mouth.

"I should probably avoid the paga from now on too," he added.

Tarana massaged Marius' legs, calves and feet. Given what he had gone through, the massage felt almost as good as being ridden by a kajira. Almost.

"Tell me, Tarana," said Marius. "Whom do you serve?"

"A girl serves any man," said Tarana. "A girl's master owns her, but a girl is to serve any man."

"How long have you been here?"

"A girl came here in En'Kara. This is the second Camerius I have been here." Which meant she had been there for about 15 Yhn.

"How many kajira are here?"

Tarana thought. "Usually five to 10. As many as 20. Many are not here long."

"What do you mean?"

"They come here. And then they leave within a few days."

Leave within a few days? Was Trask, a physician, also a slave trader? That might come as interesting news to the Caste of Slavers if Trask wasn't trading with them.

"There are slave pens here?"

"No. They are brought in by slave traders. And then after a few days, they leave in slave boxes. The slave boxes come back, but there is something in them. I do not know what."

Having seen a Kurii silver tube, Marius could guess what was in the silver boxes.

"This girl asks your favor to tell a girl something," she said.

"What is it?"

"You ask these questions because you are trying to leave this place."

Marius paused, wondering how much he should tell her. "I do not belong here. I was abducted and brought here by your master."

"Abduction," not "capture," because capture implies permanence. "Who has worth who would not keep his freedom?" was the 13th of the 100 Aphorisms of the Gorean Warrior Codes, which served as good discipline when he needed to focus his mind (in keeping with the 18th Aphorism, "Only a clean weapon can kill cleanly. Only a calm mind can act swiftly").

Marius would submit to Trask's ritual degradations only as long as absolutely necessary (the 23rd Aphorism: "Woe be it to any who yields all! A collar of iron awaits him one day") until he could devise a plan for his goal — to kill Trask.

"This girl does not please you?" asked Tarana.

"You do please me," said Marius. "But I did not choose to come here. And I'm not sure I would choose what Trask has in mind for me."

Tarana stopped massaging Marius and went to the alcove covering.

Into the alcove walked the red-haired kajira from earlier in the day, carrying a krater and a bola. She had removed her silk from earlier in the day, and stood naked in front of Marius. She was taller and less curvy than Tarana, but, as with all of Trask's kajirae, another splended example of Gorean slave womanhood. Her chest between her throat and her breasts was covered with freckles.

"A girl's name is Jessinia," she said.

"Trask said something about a reward," said Marius. "Which of you is the reward?"

Tarana walked over to Jessinia and caressed the outside of her breasts. Jessinia leaned forward slightly to encourage Tarana.

"A girl wishes to yield to you," said Jessinia.

"A girl wishes to please you," said Tarana, taking her hands off Jessinia's breasts to pull down her loincloth and remove her nipple chain.

"I am pleased already," said Marius.

Jessinia walked over to the krater and straddled it. Tarana picked up the bola and poured the paga over Jessinia's body, the liquid flowing over her breasts, stomach and genitalia into the krater. She then handed the bola to Jessinia and straddled the krater. Jessinia poured the remainder of the paga over Tarana's body, the liquid flowing over her breasts, stomach and genitalia.

Tarana then picked up the krater and drank from it, then handing it to Jessinia to do the same. After Jessinia put down the krater, Tarana then moved to Jessinia, and the two slaves pressed their mouths together, their hands reaching for their breasts, their hips and their buttocks, then gently probing each other's groins.

Tarana put her fingers inside Jessinia, moving them gently until Jessinia shuddered, and then put her fingers into Jessinia's mouth. Jessinia sucked on Tarana's fingers, tasting her aroused self on the kajira's hands. Jessinia then put her hand between Tarana's legs and slowly moved upward, nearly lifting Tarana off the floor. Tarana, on her tiptoes, rocked on Jessinia's hand as if straddling it until she tightened her legs on Jessinia's hand, inhaled sharply, and then exhaled and relaxed. Jessinia put her hand into Tarana's mouth so the slave could taste herself as well.

Tarana went back to the krater and drank some more. She then walked to Marius, grabbed the back of his head more gently than Qamar had done earlier in the day, and pressed her mouth to his, again draining the paga from her mouth into his, her tongue pushing against his. Jessinia picked the krater and poured its remaining contents onto Marius' groin. His chaq grew hard quickly.

Tarana continued the duel between her tongue and Marius' while Jessinia lowered her mouth onto Marius' chaq. She licked and sucked while running her hand along the bottom of Marius' testicles, making him involuntarily buck his hips.

Marius felt the pressure increase in his testicles. Jessinia ran her hand farther down, finding his anus, tracing its shape with her finger before pushing it inside to reach his prostate. Marius released his semen into her mouth, moaning into Tarana's mouth.

Jessinia walked up to Tarana and kissed her deeply, the two sharing Marius' semen.

"You enjoy pleasing me?" asked Marius.

"The girl wants only to pleasure you," answered Tarana.

"I want you to pleasure each other." Marius enjoyed the visual stimulation from the kajirae wrestling, but he also needed a break. "You watched today."

Jessinia took the lead, gently pushing Tarana down onto the ground. Jessinia turned around so she was opposite and above Tarana, and kissed her deeply on her mouth. Jessinia then kissed Tarana's chin, then her neck, then between her breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, then put her mouth upon the other nipple. She then resumed her downward journey, stopping every few horts. She tongued Tarana's navel, then kissed the area above her fadu.

Finally, Jessinia spread Tarana's legs and licked up and down her labia before pushing her tongue inside her. Tarana's response was to reach for Jessinia's hips above her head, pushing her knees wider. Tarana put her finger inside Jessinia, found her clitoris, and then began tonguing it. 

Marius watched the two pleasure each other until their muffled cries of climax. That made Marius ready to rejoin the action.

"Sula, Jessinia," said Marius. "Slaver's kiss, Tarana."

Jessinia lay in front of Tarana, who resumed her tonguing of Jessinia. Marius grabbed Tarana's hips and entered her from behind. 

Marius wasn't sure whether it was the sight of Jessinia's bouncing breasts, Tarana's head between Jessinia's legs, or his own chaq buried between Tarana's buttocks, but the combination of all the sights was enough to send Marius over the edge again. 

Marius, his legs weakening though what was between his legs apparently was not, lay down on the floor. Jessinia and Tarana came over and slowly licked tonguing and licking Marius' chaq and testicles, both looking into his face the entire time. After a few Ehn, he was hard again.

Jessinia lowered herself on top of Marius, letting his chaq impale her. Tarana, facing Jessinia, lowered herself above Marius' face. Marius' nose was filled with Tarana's aroma, and he grabbed her hips and began tonguing her. Jessinia and Tarana locked their mouths together, their tongues re-exploring each other, again muffling their moans of ecstasy.

Tarana screamed her climax. Jessinia's fadu tightened around Marius' chaq, and Marius climaxed. Jessinina then screamed her yielding.

Before they left, Marius grabbed Tarana by the back of the head and gave her the master's kiss, biting down on her top lip and then her bottom lip, then biting her neck just hard enough to leave a mark.

Tarana put her hand to her mouth, surprised.

"A message for your master," Marius said.



Spy of Gor Ch. 06



This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction. 

*

Marius was nearly asleep when the leather covering to his alcove was opened. Qamar, in a black tunic, came inside. Even though it was dark, there was enough light from the candles outside the alcove for Marius to see him.

"If you think I am your pagar kajirus, go somewhere else," said Marius. "Trask may make me perform in front of his friends, but I am not a slut for you or Trask or anyone else."

Marius expected another lascivious look of the kind that preceded his last two plowings. Instead, Qamar's black eyes narrowed. Finally he said, "I am as much a prisoner here as you are."

Marius faced him with a look of skepticism.

"I am not his pagar kajirae. He makes me degrade myself to satisfy his own ... perversions," said Qamar. "I am black caste. Trask hired me to protect him. I thought that was preferable to ... the life I had. Had I known ..."

"I am not what Trask thinks I am either," said Marius. "You are the one who kidnapped me, aren't you?"

"I am," said Qamar. "Trask ordered your capture." He paused. "It was also his idea to rape you. He told of a legend of victorious warriors raping those they defeated ... to break their will."

"Another error on Trask's part. Why did you kidnap me?"

"Trask did not tell me why; he simply told me to capture you and bring you here."

"Why do you believe he ordered you to kidnap me?"

Qamar hesitated. "My role was not to ask why."

Marius wondered how to pursue what he suspected about Trask. Qamar may or may not know about the Kurii. Qamar may be part of Trask's alliance with the Kurii, which might end Marius' life in the next few ehn.

Well, better to die free than to live as a slave ...

"Trask seems quite wealthy for a physician," he said.

Qamar said nothing for several Ihn. "He is involved in many things," he finally said.

"I understand he has many kajira here for only a few days."

Qamar looked at him. "How do you know this?"

"My job is to find out," said Marius.

"You are not a scribe."

Marius paused. "I represent those who could order your execution. Or Trask's. ... Or could reward you."

Qamar scoffed. "Reward? I am black caste. What kind of reward can the black caste have from outside our caste?"

"Use some imagination, Qamar."

"The only ones who could give me a reward are the Priest-Kings or the Kurii."

"Good. Now you're down to two choices. ... Trask has aligned himself with the Kurii. I have seen his silver tube. No Gorean could possibly have obtained one legitimately. I believe Trask is trading slaves for Kurii weapons. Weapons that will be used against Goreans."

Marius looked at Qamar's face for reaction. He saw none. "Trask has chosen his side ... and his fate. Which do you choose?"

Qamar stared at Marius. Each had now put the other on the spot. Qamar's answer could mean Marius would have to kill both Trask and Qamar, which would mean that Qamar would be trying to kill Marius. Or Qamar could be an ally in Marius' vow to kill Trask.

"I serve my master," said Qamar.

"That is not what I asked."

Qamar was silent.

"The Priest-Kings are whatever the Priest-Kings are," said Marius. "The Kurii seek to enslave this planet. All of it. To the Kurii, either you are their slave, or you are their food."

"Enslavement is second nature to a slave."

"I think you have more alternatives than you know."

"Enlighten me," said Qamar.

"Do I have to spell out what an assassin can do?" said Marius.

"I cannot kill someone whose life I am sworn to defend!" answered Qamar.

"And what would you do if someone killed him?"

"I am sworn to defend his life!"

"Are you sworn to avenge his murder?"

Qamar paused. "No."

"What happens if he dies?"

"Then ... my service to him is completed."

Marius threw out the final die. "It is my responsibility to ... see that your service to him is completed." Seeing no change of expression, he continued, "Even if that was not the case, I vowed last night to avenge my abduction."

Qamar was silent, apparently mulling over the implications of what Marius just said. "When do you intend to do this?"

"I would do it now if I could. ... Of course, I have no weapons."

"I know where your weapons are," said Qamar, tacitly joining the conspiracy.

"That solves half of the problem," said Marius. "The other half is leaving this place. ... Who is in charge of the door guards?"

"I am," said Qamar.

"Does Trask leave the compound often in the night?"

"From time to time," said Qamar. "A slave is sent to summon him for an illness."

"Can you be at the gate to let him out?"

"I surveil the house around this time usually," said Qamar. "I will simply linger at the gate."

"I will need one of my weapons," said Marius. "Perhaps you can have a kajira bring one here."

"That can be arranged," said Qamar. "Tarana will be sent."

"Good," said Marius. "Then go tell Trask that one of his patients needs him in ... tell him wherever. Someone that Trask would run to attend."

Marius didn't tell Qamar what he planned to do next. The less any individual knew what he intended to do, the better.

Several ehn later, Marius stood near the alcove opening. Tarana came in carrying what appeared to be a medical bag. Before she could say anything, Marius grabbed her and placed his hand around her mouth to keep her silent.

Marius grabbed the bag, keeping his hand on Tarana's mouth. He looked inside and found his quiva.

"Go tell your master I need to talk to him right now," he said softly. "Go." 

Tarana looked at him, wondering. Marius took his hand off her mouth and kissed her, fondling her under her loincloth briefly for reassurance. "Go."

Tarana looked worried, but went off.

Marius then waited for Trask on the opposite side of the alcove opening, just in case.

Marius had mentally timed a chain of events. First, Tarana would bring him a weapon; second, Qamar would tell Trask that a patient had summoned him; third, Tarana would interrupt him on his way out telling him Marius needed to see him immediately. Marius decided to wait on the opposite side in case Trask interrogated Tarana about Marius' request. His bet was that Trask would either be half-asleep and not think to ask, or would be distracted and be in too much of a hurry to ask.

If Marius' plan succeeded, Trask would stop before he left on his errand. If not, Trask would go to his appointment, find that he was not needed, and then interrogate those at the gate upon his return. In case of the second alternative, Marius could leave, but he would leave Qamar and Tarama to Trask's mercies, or lack thereof.

The alcove covering opened. Trask came in and immediately looked to his left.

From the opposite site, Marius came from behind and slapped his left hand on Trask's mouth, leaving his hand tightly on Trask's mouth. His right hand held his quiva at Trask's throat.

"Make any sound, and I will cut your throat," said Marius quietly into Trask's ear.

Trask coolly betrayed no reaction. Marius' hand felt wet; apparently Trask was bleeding.

"I see you still take chances for a kajirus," said Trask.

"I see you still can't get my name right," replied Marius.

Marius turned around to face Trask, raising his quiva to Trask's eye level, pointing it at his throat. "Take off your tunic," he said. 

Trask raised an eyebrow. "You plan to avenge yourself? Here? Now?"

"Take off your tunic," repeated Marius. "Or I will take it off your corpse."

"You are making a mistake," said Tarsk. "You will be discovered."

"One of us will be," said Marius. 

Trask took off his tunic. Marius watched him carefully to make sure he hadn't secreted any hidden weapons.

Trask threw his tunic down on the ground. Then Marius saw a flash and pivoted to the right. Trask's scalpel, which he held in his hand, thrust past Marius.

Marius grabbed the hand, turned it around, and thrust it into Trask's chest. A geyser of blood shot outward from the wound.

Trask's face registered shock. Marius had stabbed Trask in the heart with Trask's own scalpel held by Trask's own hand. Trask's legs gave way and he slumped to the ground.

Marius went down to the ground with him. He wanted to be the last thing Trask saw on Gor. 

"You should choose your allies more carefully," said Marius. "And who will become your enemies." He pushed the scalpel completely into Trask's chest, forcing more blood to pump out with each of Trask's last heartbeats.

Trask looked dully at Marius, and then saw nothing. His head slumped to his chest. The geysers of blood slowed and then stopped.

Marius forced himself to slow his breathing. He looked at his hands, which were covered in Trask's blood. He grabbed the tunic to get it out of the way of the expanding pool of blood. He looked down and saw that he was standing in Trask's blood.

He stepped into the blood to Trask's feet and pulled off Trask's boots. He put them about a foot away from the blood and then carefully stepped into them. His feet were covered with blood, but the boots didn't seem too bloody. At least the blood wouldn't be visible at night. He hoped he wouldn't have to walk far since they were at least two sizes too small.

He grabbed the empty medical bag and tried to wipe his hands on the inside. He reasoned that it would be dark and blood inside a medical bag wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility.

Marius then grabbed the tunic and put it on, carefully trying to use his hands as little as possible. He put the quiva inside the tunic behind his back.

Marius got up and, avoiding the expanding pool of blood, stepped outside the alcove, taking with him the empty medical bag. He walked to the front gate, trying to act like Trask would and trying to not run into anything in the dark, given that Marius was much less familiar with the house than Trask.

He got to the front gate. Qamar and two gate slaves were at the gate. Qamar wordlessly opened the gate. As Marius walked by, Qamar bowed his head. The two exchanged a look.

Marius walked out the last gate into the city, not realizing he would be back inside the compound just Ahn later.



Spy of Gor Ch. 07



This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chronicles of Counter-Earth, remember ... this is fiction. 

*

"There are apparently no witnesses."

Marius was standing inside the compound where he had killed Tarsk. For the first time within the walls of the compound, he was clothed. Marius was standing, arms crossed trying to look nonchalant, with a guardsman, clad in a red and gold tunic, as well as an Initiate, head shaven and in white robe, Qamar, and Talibah, Marius' superior, who like Marius was a member of the blue caste.

"It was a scalpel," said a guardsman, clad in a red and gold tunic. "Driven almost completely into him. Stabbed in the heart."

Marius had left the compound not knowing where he was in Ar. But by finding the Central Cylinder, the tallest cylinder in Ar, he determined that he was about 10 pasangs from his chambers by a direct route. He walked as quickly as he dared while avoiding main streets and intersections, and returned to his chambers by dawn. After checking his chambers thoroughly to make sure no one lurked inside, he pulled off Trask's tunic and boots, stuffed them inside the medical bag, cleaned off Trask's dried blood off his body as best he could, and dressed in his own clothing before going to the Central Cylinder to report on his previous two days.

"I have spoken with the slaves," said Qamar. "No one claims to have heard or seen anything."

"You were the first to find him?" asked the guardsman.

"Yes," he said. "I walked through the compound in the third Ahn. I saw a trail of blood coming from his chamber. I went inside and discovered him."

"Do you know who might have been interested in killing him?"

Qamar had an expression of thought on his face. In spite of himself, Marius had to suppress a smile. "I am unaware of anyone."

"Are we certain that this is not suicide?" asked Talibah.

"It is possible," said the guardsman. "He was a physician, so he would know where to place a knife if he wished to kill himself. There are less painful ways to commit suicide, however."

"Who knows what lurks in a man's mind," said Talibah.

Just then, Marius saw Tarana looking at him in a doorway, mostly obscured by the shadow against the bright sun. She appeared immensely relieved.

"I know what lurks in my mind — black wine," said Marius. "I have not slept well these past nights. Pardon me a moment."

Qamar suppressed a smile of his own. Marius walked toward Tarana, saying loudly, "Kajira! I ask your favor! Black wine, first slave!" so that the others would not notice how he was looking at her.

Marius then stood near the doorway looking back at Talibah and the others, affecting nonchalance. Qamar pretended to notice something on a wall and walked toward him while not looking at him.

"You did not need your quiva after all," said Qamar just loudly enough for Marius to hear.

"He attacked me," Marius said. "Which turned out to be his undoing. His final miscalculation. At any rate ... my thanks. We were of the same chain."

"It was ... unfortunate how our paths crossed," said Qamar.

After a pause, Marius said, "I said you have more options than you realize. The man in the blue robes over there is my superior. I'm going to tell him I think you would make an important contribution for us."

After a longer pause, Qamar answered, "It would be foolish to not listen."

Marius thanked Tarana, holding her eyes for a moment longer than needed, and brought out the platter that contained six cups of black wine and one of bosk's milk. Qamar casually followed him to not appear as though he was following him. The initiate and Qamar declined, so Marius drank theirs.

"There are irregularities here," the guardsman said, looking at Talibah and Marius while drinking his black wine. "There are many irregularities here."

Marius shrugged.

"That is your opinion," said Talibah. "Ar is a marvelous environment for irregularities."

The guardsman looked at Talibah skeptically. "This will be further investigated."

"As it should be," replied Talibah.

The guardsman went back inside. Talibah took Marius aside, the Initiate following him.

"I am unaware that your instructions included killing this man," said Talibah.

After Marius' escape, he had reported to the Chamber of the Council and informed Talibah about his kidnapping, his discovery of Tarsk's Kurii weapon, and what he had been told about Tarsk's Kurii activities. 

"Is not the penalty for association with an enemy of Ar death?" asked Marius.

"Is your role to administer sentences?" said Talibah.

"I wonder how long Kahire possessed the silver tube," said Marius in answer, looking at the Initiate. "The Priest-Kings are supposed to administer the Blue Flame to any possessor of Kurii weapons within a year, are they not?"

The Initiate started to answer, then felt better of it. "I must return to the chamber" was his ultimate answer. "The High Initiate has asked for a report."

"And what will you tell him?" asked Talibah.

"That the guardsman cannot determine whether it is suicide or murder," he answered.

Talibah raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

After the Initiate had left, Talibah said, "The amount of random crime in this city should be of concern to the council."

"Yes," said Marius, earning a look of skepticism from Talibah. "Including kidnapping free men off the streets, I should think."

"You appear to be unharmed," said Talibah.

"Only because of my skills and wits," answered Marius.

"And your humility, no doubt. You continue to take liberties, don't you?" said Talibah, and in a flash of insight Marius noticed how much he sounded like Trask. "You really should be more careful what you say in the presence of the Initiates."

"It was a legitimate question," said Marius. "And it is a legitimate question. What does it say that we had to ferret out this alliance and the Priest-Kings had no knowledge of it?"

"You cannot assume that," said Talibah. "The Priest-Kings have their reasons, and discerning those reasons is usually a futile exercise." After a few steps, he added, "I forget that you do not believe in the Priest-Kings."

"It is difficult to believe in something one has never seen," Marius replied after a few more steps. "But belief is not the point; I assume they exist. I assume I work for them, but I do not worship them."

"What do you worship ... other than yourself?"

"Your sense of humor is occasionally impenetrable," said Marius. "I was not aware that worship was required for this profession of mine." He paused. "I believe there is a kajira in Trask's house who believes I saved her life."

"Indeed? What did you do?"

"I ... intervened to prevent Kahire from killing her."

"And he did not kill you?"

"Evidently not," Marius said dryly. "I remain curious that Kahire chose to abduct me. It is as if he believed he was being suspected."

"He may have," said Talibah. "It is said that the assassin fears a knife lurking behind every tree."

"Perhaps I need to start looking for knives lurking behind trees," said Marius. "I had no warning before I was abducted. And I still do not know why he would have suspected me, given that I had never heard of this Trask Kahire before two days ago." He walked a few additional steps, thinking about how say what he said next. "Had I not known better, I would have suspected someone from inside the city was working with Trask."

"Finding that out from Trask would have been useful," said Talibah, letting the slight reproach hang in the air.

Marius chose to ignore it. "Well, he wasn't all bad — he seemed to keep a pleasant house. From what I was able to see of it. What will happen to it?"

"The city is taking over ownership because of the nature of the crime committed here," answered Talibah. "The council wants to be satisfied that Kahire was an independent agent of the Kurii, and not part of a larger conspiracy. And I want to be satisfied that Kahire had no associates within the council.

"What will happen with his property?"

"The city will retain his property as well." Talibah turned to Marius. "Which is what I want to discuss with you." He paused. "The Ubar is pleased with your work in this matter. He is displeased that we ... stumbled upon this in this fashion. The Ubar believes that had it not been for your abduction, we would not have discovered that Trask was an agent of the Kurii. And it is ... difficult to argue otherwise. And I suspect the Initiates would have to agree."

That sounded suspiciously like thanks from Talibah. Since Marius had never heard thanks or all but minimal praise from Talibah, he couldn't be sure.

"The final disposition of Trask's property has not been determined," Talibah continued. "It would be advantageous to the council for you to reside here while that disposition is determined ... as well as a more effective counterstrategy against the Kurii."

"That would be agreeable," said Marius.

"I thought you would approve," said Talibah with a hint of sarcasm.

"While you're considering more effective counterstrategy," Marius added, "I believe you would find that Kahire's ... former bodyguard would be a useful addition for us."

"The more people involved, the more people will know who we are," said Talibah.

"It already seems some people who should not know about us already do," replied Marius.

After a few moments, Talibah answered, "We will consider him. Bring him to us ... after this situation resolves itself."

***

That night, Marius lay in Trask's — no, his — bedchamber. Two of Gor's three moons shone through the window on the clear night.

Marius' now living in Trask's compound included his kajirae. Marius decided to make Tarana his First Slave, reenacting her collaring and opening first before the others. Their ceremony was in his bedchamber; the others would be in the courtyard. The thought of stripping the others naked — he planned to burn their silks on a fire to symbolize the end of their previous ownership and the beginning of his ownership, a detail he did not intend to tell his superiors — then ritually reopening them and having their yielding screams echo throughout the house put a smile on his face.

Tarana first prayed the kajira's prayer, asking to be allowed to "be able to show, each day, her love of her service to him," to "learn to please him beyond herself," to be given "the strength to please us both," and to be allowed to "love herself in loving him. For it is this girl's greatest wish, this one's highest power, to make his life as he has made hers."

Marius could not remember the last time something had moved him as that has. He blinked his eyes a couple of times and cleared his throat before he said, "Submit."

She knelt down on the floor, her head down, her thighs open, her wrists crossed over her head. She wore the clothing he said he preferred of her — none.

After she gave the oath to "herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things," he procured her new collar with "Tarana, of Marius Razi of Ar" engraved on it.

When he snapped shut the collar, she said, "I am yours, Master."

"Who were you?" he said, completing the ceremony."

"I was Tarana of Ar."

"What are you?"

"I am your slave, Master."

"What is your name?"

"Whatever Master wishes."

"You are Tarana."

"Yes, Master, I am Tarana."

She then moved from submission to obeisance, kissing Marius' foot.

She then got up and went to a bola, and poured sweet wine into a goblet. She offered him the glass. He fed her some of the wine, and then took the goblet for himself.

"Tarsk's paga?" said Marius, recognizing the taste, smiling. "You insolent wench. I should have whipped you when I had the chance."

"A girl begs forgiveness," said Tarana. She took the goblet, drank it and locked mouths with Marius, moving the paga from her mouth to his.

She then walked to the furs and knelt into nadu.

"The girl begs her master to take the Second Wine," she said.

"Bow," Marius said.

Tarana bent backward to place her head on the floor, hands by her head.

Marius refilled his goblet, then poured it from the top of her fadu. He then put his mouth to her fadu, picking her up by the hips, then putting her legs over his shoulders. Tarana yielded nearly instantaneously as Marius tongued her, screaming.

Marius thought in the back of his mind that Tarana needed to be taught to ask to yield. Then he asked himself: Why bother? 

Marius set her back on the furs and entered her. Unlike in the usual opening, where the kajura is in sula because she has never been raped, Tarana wrapped her legs around Marius for deeper penetration.

"Slave!" he said, thrusting.

"I am a slave!" she answered, her fadu tightening around his chaq. "I am a slave!" she repeated before her scream — a scream that sounded like the loveliest played double flute to Marius' ears. He felt her fadu pulsing around his chaq and climaxed.

"Can a girl say that she loves her master?" asked Tarana afterward.

"I believe that is acceptable," answered Marius. Tarana was laying on top of him in his bed.

"This girl loves her master," she said.

"Oh? Which master?" Marius asked in a slightly impudent tone.

"Tarana loves Marius," she replied, kissing his chest. "Marius saved Tarana's life. Marius chose Tarana."

"Kajirae need to be more careful about who captures them," he replied.

Tarana looked up at Marius. Seeing his smile, Tarana kissed his chest again.

"Tarana is happy with Marius," she said.

Marius did not answer. He was her master, so he did not have to answer. But Marius felt something in his heart that he did not remember feeling before that moment. It startled him to realize that he had submitted to Trask, endured all of Trask's degradations, to prevent harm to Tarana. The 94th warrior aphorism suddenly came to mind: "Be aware of your masculine nature, but by understanding the feminine way, you shall be to the world like a deep pool, wherein strength forever abides."

Marius kissed the top of Tarana's head, and stroked her hair. "Marius ... is happy with Tarana," he said softly.

Later, as he started to fall asleep, Marius thought that, after his experience in Trask's house, he might not be interested in women for some time.

Then Tarana stirred in her sleep, her buttocks pressed against Marius' groin.

And Marius discovered his assumption was wrong.