�Speaking of which.� Luma continues �I am instructed to tell Princess that the men are finding her oral techniques highly satisfactory, but she doesn�t seem to have any grasp of the concept of seduction aside from kissing or touching their sex.�
�I thought the idea was to get them aroused?� Princess asks. Wonder Woman�s enemies on Earth had forced her to learn fellatio and she already knew cunnilingus. She had never had any particular need to attract a man; her body and face had Steve Trevor drooling right from the start.
�Oral sex is what a slave does when ordered to pleasure a man. What you are slow in learning is what a girl needs to know to get her master to want her to pleasure him. Gorean males don�t make a habit of denying themselves once fully aroused yet they resent being led around by their erections. They have a lot of other options so a kajira has to seduce him to desire her without provoking anger by her methods.�
And so a new phase of her training begins. Diana watches a number of different slave dances but is specifically prohibited from practicing them. Instead she demonstrates and learns to refine several folk dances from Paradise Island to make them more sexually suggestive. Chandor is delighted to hear one of the more experienced slaves say that she saw something like Diana�s dancing during her time of captivity with a panther girl band. Diana searches her memories, but cannot recall any story of an Amazon who might have been transported to Gor. Unless, of course, it was someone who fell slave before we moved to Paradise Island.
As the Festival of Love draws closer Diana begins rehearsals for her auction. Chandor�s script calls for defiance and contempt until after the whip is applied to her on the platform. She is to begin with one set of postures and motions and progress in reluctant stages to those of a fully trained pleasure slave such as Luma. Princess will climb onto the platform in diaphanous robes which are reminiscent of her home and finish stark naked save for the lightest possible chains. At some point in the proceedings the auctioneer will touch her intimately to reveal the speed and depth of her sexual responses. Every rehearsal is different in that one respect.
Princess works hard to completely master what would be required. Chandor�s threat hangs over her. �If Princess is not sold for at least 750 gold tarn pieces she will go to her new owner with penalty brands on each breast and bottom cheek and a note of apology pinned to her labia which explains that the brands will heal over in a few weeks. �
�Remember this,� she is advised by Hakim �if the script isn�t soliciting high enough bids then do whatever you have to do. Chandor won�t care if you pull a man out of the crowd and spread your legs for him and neither will your current or future owner. You make love like a passion slave. Don�t be ashamed to show it, if that is what it takes to get the bidding to 750 gold tarns."
Everyone expects the sale to take less than 20 Ehn so Diana wonders why she is rehearsing five complete Ahn each day. Then she learns that she will go on the block still under the influence of the invidious passion goads that so inflame her lusts and sensitize her channels. By the time her number is called the slavers expect that her body will be trembling with unsatisfied desire: a condition that will only worsen under the attentions of the auctioneer.
Once Princess had gained sufficient control to walk as an Amazon princess with the infernal goad stimulating her vagina to near orgasm, a string of beads was added in her rectum. When she could go through the act flawlessly under the effects of that combination the goad was inserted in her bottom and a trio of Ben WA balls was placed within her pussy. That proved too much for Wonder Woman�s self control. She simply could not perform the swaying motions of a dance while her body rippled with orgasm.
Chandor orders her to practice with wrists free of chains until she mastered even that combination. On the platform the steel balls would not be there, but he wants the barbarian kajira to be able to perform perfectly for the bidders under the most difficult possible conditions.
The rest of Princess�s time is spent in carefully supervised exercise or in continued lessons in the slave art of seduction: an area that she admits remains her personal weak spot. One day Diana demands to know why Princess is being taught no economically useful skills. Hakim�s answer is coldly practical. It leaves her feeling slightly ill.
�The only thing we know for certain is that your buyer will have great wealth. As a beautiful former princess your price will almost certainly preclude any owner of modest means. You will begin as a collector�s item, a shiny new conversation piece and toy. If the buyer is male he will almost certainly want to use his new possession sexually, at least initially. After that you might well end up scrubbing his floors except when a guest wants to try out your body for himself. Such extremely wealthy owners can afford to be eccentric in the use to which they put their slave girls.�
�That�s not a very pleasant future you lay out for me.�
�It�s a kajira�s lot in life, Princess. Learn to live it well.�
�How can I do that, Master?� Diana really wants to hear what Hakim will say. Later she will ask Luma the same question.
�A smart slave looks for ways to promote her master�s or mistress�s long term interests as well as their immediate pleasure. You will be allowed to suggest ways that they might make fuller use of your abilities. After that, it will be up to your owner whether to train you for other tasks, complete your training as a pleasure slave, or keep you as you are.�
�What does a pleasure slave know that Luma isn�t teaching me?�
�A fully trained pleasure slave knows every major slave dance and how to improvise her own original dances from elements of traditional dances. She is an expert in cosmetics, perfumes, clothing, interior decoration, massage, and sexual techniques. You are being given the basics every girl needs when she is summoned to her master�s couch. More training than that would compromise our basic claim that Princess is new to her brand and still unbroken.�
�That�s just great,� Wonder woman grumbles silently when Luma confirms what Hakim had said, �If I�m not sold to somebody who wants a sex toy, I�ll end up as a conversation piece for some bored plutocrat.�
* * * *
The display cages inside the Public Auditorium of Telnus, capital city of Cos, hold a collection of female beauty seen only in the victorious Ubarate. Seven years ago the city once called Glorious Ar opened its gates to the Army of the Alliance led by Cos. Many of its most beautiful women, along with those of its conquered tributary cities, now grace slave blocks throughout Gor. The most beautiful and promising of those new slaves have been brought to Cos for the Festival of Love in the port city of Telnus. Over the next five nights, more than 600 kajiri will be sold in the City Auditorium to buyers from all parts of the planet.
One of the cages draws every eye at least once; the bright colors make it impossible to overlook. A slave in these cages is normally displayed absolutely naked, even chains are kept to the absolute minimum. That way every flaw in her complexion is revealed for the bidders� evaluation. The warrior working his way from cage to cage sees that this tall slave is dressed in some bizarre outfit of blue, red, and gold.
Once he shoulders his way through the crowd for a better look he quickly discovers that the slave is naked after all. Her rock hard nipples are clearly discernable as is the neatly trimmed dark hair at the junction of her legs. What looked to Jaros of Tharna like clothing at a distance is some sort of brightly colored non-smear makeup on her torso and lower legs. He freezes in instant recognition of the woman and her �costume.�
The sign on Wonder Woman�s cage gives no information except that she is a barbarian and that her sale will come on the 5th night of the festival. No mention of an owner. There is one added note: �Be careful, Princess bites.�
Ordinarily a slave girl is delighted to be sold during the Festival of Love. The prices are higher and high priced girls tend to be better treated. If the price is high enough to ensure a rich owner that is even better as her duties will then probably be less physically arduous. The Crown Princess of the Amazons, on the other hand, is a picture of misery. Her body is tied hand and foot to one of the cage walls so that any of the viewers may directly fondle or even use her. Based upon the puddle of human juices on her thighs and on the floor beneath them, Jaros knows that many men have taken advantage of her current owner�s generosity with this exquisite kajira. As he stands before her, Jaros can see both the tear tracks on her cheeks and the fury in her lovely blue eyes.
The physician�s charts showed that Princess Diana, for all her beauty, is not entirely human. Nevertheless an Amazon-Human crossbreed can be expected to be fertile. Her body has rejected or resisted several standard drugs and heals damage at a seemingly impossible rate. She has been branded four times yet only the most recent brand still shows. It is expected that the normally permanent skin dye of blue, gold, and red will be rejected by her body within a matter of a week unless the treatment is repeated.
Her sexuality is likewise idiosyncratic. Her sexual responses are practically instantaneous and her uterus is constantly prepared for implantation of an embryo yet she can ovulate only if her hormones reach saturation level. There were notes on the barbarian�s sexual endurance and recovery times. They are comparable to the best Gorean passion slaves. Were it not for her size and extreme strength she would make an excellent paga slut.
Aside from her ample breasts and a layer on her legs and buttocks she is without body fat so her six foot one, 175-pound frame has the muscle power of a man of 225 lbs or more. For some reason she loses access to much of that power when her hands are bond or shackled together.
One important reason Jaros holds his current position is his reputation for strict honor toward his employers. Another is that the Ubar distrusts those from his own city. Many years ago Lurius had companioned with Lady Janina, the daughter of the man who was then the Administrator of Jad. When the popular leader and his other children were found murdered, blame fell on a fellow member of Jad�s High Council. In a matter of months, Lurius rose from relative obscurity to a position of both wealth and political influence. He remained so even after an unknown tarnsman carried off Lady Janina into slavery a year later.
The slave Janina resides today in the Ubar�s pleasure gardens. She serves as body slave to Lurius� current favorite kajira. Those events took place more than two hundred years ago, but the people of Jad are said to have a suspicious nature and long memories. No man from Jad serves as a palace guard in Telnus and no slave from that city aside from Lady Janina resides in the palace when Lurius is in residence.
When Jaros returns to the central cylinder of the palace the Ubar asked him what he had seen. �I saw two types of girls for auction,� he responds. �Many were merely pretty but of such high lineage as to be of special interest to some. Others were exceptionally beautiful or sensuous. I noticed a few who appeared to be both. Are you interested in the Himrabian?� The daughter of a former administrator of Ar had been declared war booty by the Puppet Ubara of Ar. Claudia Himrabia is a very beautiful woman and has been exquisitely trained over the years by the finest trainers in Cos.
�I was at one time. But not since I added Talena of Ar to my pleasure gardens. If Bosk of Port Kar were not my enemy I would thank him for so neatly entrapping her. The bitch has whelped two slave daughters for Ubarate already and in a decade they will be sucking my cock and offering me their bottoms as she has been taught to do. But that is another matter. What of the wildly-painted barbarian wench?�
Jaros related the story that the House of Anwar was telling potential customers. �The claim is that she is a princess from a tribe of barbarian panther girls. Her body make-up supposedly mocks the way she dressed for battle on Earth. Chandor does not own her; he is merely acting for a commission. I can only tell you for certain that no bid less than 50 gold pieces will be accepted.�
�Darius told me that even with all the use she is getting from the crowd her cunt was wonderfully tight. Did you try her out?�
�I did not, great Ubar. I inquired at the House of Anwar instead. I have never had much use for coin girls, even free ones. Perhaps when she is serving in some paga tavern I will feel differently about her. Which tavern do you think will win the bidding?�
�Why a paga Tavern?� Lurius asks. �Do you think that she is not fit for my pleasure gardens?�
�No, because her brand is too fresh. She is very tall and rather stringy-muscled despite her deep cleavage, Lurius. I doubt that you wish to trouble yourself breaking her to slavery.�
Since the Ubar replied �Doubtless you are right, Jaros� and changed the subject, the secret servant of the Priest Kings assumes that his masters have a free hand in dealing with the incursion of the Amazon into their domain.
He watches Diana�s face and body closely as a complete stranger fills her ass with hard cock. Her screams of outrage are genuine, as is her humiliation as her ravisher�s fingers work her breasts and pussy until she is as excited as the man behind her. �Darius is right,� Jaros thinks. �This woman has the body of a paga slut. Unfortunately for the former Princess Diana, she would find such a life the worst form of misery.�
Diana feels the anonymous rapist climax in her rectum and breathes a sigh of relief. �Hakim lied to me. There are plenty of Gorean males with a taste for sodomy.�. Wonder Woman doesn�t know that the men of Cos are taking out their fear and resentment of panther girls on her bound body. She is tied today with her back to the bars and her arms and legs splayed in an X pattern. While many passers-by have simply played with her long glossy curls, others have fondled and probed her back passage. It is still early in the day. Her four Ahn ordeal has just begun.
She feels her hair gathered up gently and tied in a ponytail. Unseen lips touch the back of her neck and work slowly around to the base of her jaw. The big hands reaching around her to her breasts are gentle, skilled, and irresistible. �Do you enjoy this?� a deep voice whispers. The hands continue their work and she is quickly arching her back to push her hard nipples against his palms. �No,� she whispers back �My body shames me by its weakness.�
Jaros responds, his voice the one he uses with his soldiers. �This is Gor, Princess Diana, a world where women have learned to listen to their bodies and do as their hearts tell them will make them happy.�
�So long as I don�t lose all hope I can survive anything, Jaros. Are you really going to help me get free?�
�What in the world gave you that idea? I have rather different plans. I am thinking how nice it might be to own your body and soul.�
As he speaks his right hand slides from her breast down to her flat belly. His left hand grips her jaw and forces her head backward between the cage bars until her neck is painfully bent. His fingers violate her mouth while he sucks and chews on her bare shoulder.
Diana can feel the stranger�s sex swelling against her bottom and feels herself start to melt inside. Tied as she is, she is at full strength yet she is being manhandled easily. �This man would need no chains to hold me,� she thinks. With that thought she is completely ready for his penetration. Her pussy is gushing lubrication which dribbles out onto the insides of her long sleek thighs. To her own surprise she hears herself say �Use me, master.�
Again he laughs gently, and she feels his hard staff prod against her nether lips. �Oh, yes!� she moans as he slips inside. He is a big man, but their position does not permit a deep penetration of her sex. Nonetheless she feels great pleasure as he stretches her. Jaros is thick as well as long.
�Who is your master, Diana?� he queries as he strokes powerfully. When she does not at first respond he gives her a hard, fast thrust and twists her head to the side with a painful jerk. �Who is your master, slave girl?� He demands.
�You are.� Diana gasps and then his mouth takes hers in a kiss that does not end until they both come to a shattering climax. All other thoughts are impossible as he forces an orgasm that leaves her stunned by its force. Wonder Woman doesn�t realize that he has been controlling her oxygen supply to deliberately produce that effect. She only knows that �Princess� has just given herself to this man as a slave girl to her master.
When she opens her eyes again, the warrior is gone. Although others try to induce a similar submission, they fail; Princess renders to them only the instinctive brief orgasms she seems to give every man. Eventually her four Ahn of display time end, and she is returned to the holding cells beneath the auditorium.
The Amazon Princess is confused, very worried, and now a little terrified of her future on Gor. Treasured collectors items would not be staked out for public abuse as she has been. It looks now to her as if her pleasure slave training was deliberately shortened because brothel sluts do not need that knowledge. They simply offer an Ahn of their use along with a cup of cheap wine and then the men use them sexually. She realizes that she has been misled and yet she doesn�t see any way out. In three nights� time she will be on the great platform in front of thousands of people doing a carefully choreographed striptease. �Can I stop that from happening?� she wonders. �Should I try?�