CHAPTER IV: THE UBAR�S KAISA
PIECE �
It is the third day of the Festival of Love and today Diana is displayed during the hot afternoon hours. She is tied facing the bars again. Her chains are each slender yet she lacks the leverage and strength to break them. To her shock the first man to approach is the handsome mercenary whose use humbled her so thoroughly the day before.
He moves to stand very close and takes her face in both his hands. �Kiss me,� he orders and she is quickly lost in their kiss. It goes on and on, becoming ever deeper and more enthralling for them both. He waits until she starts to squirm with her rising arousal and then reaches down and snaps the chain holding her waist tightly pressed against the bars. She cannot back away, for his left arm quickly takes the place of the chain and pulls her to him so that now they are touching from lips to loins.
A little while later he orders, �Hold still�and reaches up to free one of her wrists. She feels the return of her full strength but he easily pulls her arm down to her waist and pins it within his embrace. This time Diana�s lips seek his. She is on fire with desire. She can feel his long thick manhood throbbing against her belly through the cloth of his garments.
One by one each of Diana�s restraints are removed between kisses. Each time she lets herself be pulled passively back into the stranger�s arms. She is wildly excited when he unveils his erect sex and lifts her body, centering it for his thrust within. She pushes her legs through the bars and locks her ankles behind his back so that she can participate more fully in their joining. He holds her up easily, raising and lowering her on his staff. Her fluids run down its length and her Amazon muscles tighten down around him as she never has before for any man.
�Why are you doing this?� she manages to gasp.
�Because this may be the closest I ever come to truly possessing you, Diana Princess of Amazons. I want to be the one to first tame you.�
Suddenly, she is afraid of what is happening to her. She wants to get away from him, to be free of the arms holding her and the big penis filling her so completely. But she is held trapped to his body, in the air without leverage, complete helpless against his possession of her body even with her full Amazon strength at her disposal. It is frightening and yet extremely sexually arousing for her. She is as desperate to come as if the passion goad has been in her body for hours without relief.
�Ahhh NOOOO!�she screams as his little finger burrows into her bottom hole, adding to her sexual torment.
�Come for me, slave. Come for your master.�
That is all it takes. She explodes inside, screaming out in pleasurable surrender. Her body is thrashing about, supported only by his arms and the long thick stalk within her. She falls backwards to that her hands touch the floor and holds her lower body against the cage bars so that Jaros can keep thrusting. Her arched body ripples as she comes again and then a third time when her conqueror finds his own climax. Then she falls to the tiles.
Jaros pulls a strip of capture tie from his pouch and secures one of her ankles to the bars of the cage. �Leave it that way�he orders and then walks away. Dazed, Diana sits where she is, wondering why her strength seems to have completely deserted her. The crowd breaks into cheers. She doesn�t care. She is still trying to grasp what has just happened to her.
Jaros is smiling as he remembers the incredible pleasure the barbarian has just given him. �By the Gods, is this woman ever hot for my cock? If I had pulled out she would have kissed my feet and presented her hands for my bonds.� He is not certain, but he thinks she just experienced slave orgasm from his use. If he comes back tomorrow or the next day her yielding to him will be even more magnificently sensual.
Later that same day in the palace, the Ubar questions the man he pays to keep a close watch on the mercenary�s activities. �Tell me what you saw. Leave out no detail.�
�It was magnificent to watch, great Ubar. The slave was a marvel of agility, strength and passion for him. He controlled her like a love slave and she cried to the skies at his command to yield. Rather than let herself fall from his staff she arched her back like a bridge and held her body that way even as orgasms wracked her. I could hardly believe my eyes. Will you buy her, Great One?�
�I do not know. I think perhaps that I should see the slut for myself. At the 16th Ahn I will have her brought her to me.�
WhenDiana is pulled unexpectedly from her cell that same night she starts to protest that her sale is not scheduled for two more days. One intruder�s fist slams into her mouth, bloodying her lower lip.�You were not given permission to speak, Slave girl.� he snarls. �You will be silent before free men tonight.�
�Yes, Master.�She concedes, as it seems pointless to resist them when her hands and feet are both heavily chained already. The man�s response is a blow to her solar plexus that drives her diaphragm into convulsions. She can�t speak, she can�t draw breath, and she can barely think for the completely unexpected degree of pain. She wants to croak out the Gorean word for mercy but produces only a rasp.
�I commanded silence, Kajira, and silent you will be.�His hand covers her mouth and pinches her nose shut and with two of his assistants helping to hold her down she can�t shake him off. �I am just a chained woman,� she realizes, �and Men are the masters on this world.� Her efforts to twist free become weaker and weaker until darkness claims her terror-stricken mind.
Some 30 Ehn later, the Ubar of Cos watches his palace guardsmen returning. One is carrying the exotic barbarian princess. Another is holding the door open. He presumes the missing third man is making explanations to the auction officials. He sees that the girl�s bottom is decorated with white stars of pale flesh against a blue background. Though the blue has faded somewhat, there is no mistaking the girl despite the slave hood obscuring her face. Even though the Ubar�s gaze is fixed on the man lowering Diana to the floor at the base of the dais, all Lurius of Jad�s attention is actually on the mercenary standing beside the throne. He notices that Jaros had gone very still when the slave was brought into the room.
�Rise to your feet, slave girl.� Lurius orders and then lounges back in his chair to get a better view of the actors in this play he has arranged. When Diana stands before him he asks his men if she knew her destination.
�No Ubar, we did not speak except to order her to silence.�
�Well the slave knows now, you fool. You might as well take off the hood,� snaps theexasperated Ubar.
Lurius of Jad looks closely at the face of the girl standing so proudly before him. She has big sky-blue eyes, a straight aquiline nose, and a lush red mouth that needs no makeup. Her features are perfectly symmetrical and almost stunningly lovely in their configuration. �Yes,� he thinks, �there is no problem envisioning this woman as Ubara of her people.�
He looks next at her shoulders and arms; they are indeed the arms of someone used to wielding weapons. Her long slender legs show the same sort of musculature. �Jaros did not lie to me; but he spoke to deceive. Her arms and legs are very feminine in shape, as if someone had designed them to appeal to male eyes.� Only a slight heaviness of her calves mars their perfect lines.
And yet even her exceptional dancer�s legs are eclipsed by the curves of her torso. Her breasts would overflow a man�s hand yet they stood out high and proud on her chest. Her waist is unfashionably small for the width of her shoulders but that only made the bounty above and below more delightful. Her hips are neither slender nor wide for her height and they are broad enough to receive a large man�s thrusts or bear his children. �If the Priest Kings had designed a passion slave strictly for use by warriors�, the Ubar thinks, �she would have looked much like this princess before me.�
She stands head and shoulders above the common kajira, but Lurius realizes that he must outweigh her by many Gorean stone. Besides which, the physician�s report indicates that if those white metal bracelets are linked or forced to touch then the barbarian basically becomes just a very large woman whose cunt oozes slave oil. He licks his lips in anticipation. The slave girl responds by pulling her shoulders back. Jaros goes noticeably stiff. �Ah yes, this might be more amusing than even I anticipated.�
He speaks to her. �I am told that you come from a warrior people, Princess. Is this true?�
What follows is the strangest fight of Wonder Woman�s life, and the most demoralizing and humiliating. Her opponent disdains to strike her again. Instead he blocks her blows easily, grabbing her again and again to force kisses and caresses on her body. With each engagement her ability to resist dwindles. He is both stronger and quicker and her own body is becoming more and more aroused by the handsome mercenary�s ability to dominate her. Eventually, she ends up pinned in his lap weeping in sexual frustration as his thumb and fingers work in and out of her passages. He stops and starts intermittently, in order to better keep her in agony of unfulfilled need for climax.
�Master, Princess begs to yield.�For the past three days her channels have been stimulated for hours at a time by passion goads, and she is simply unable to deal with the sensations Jaros is forcing upon her.
�What is Princess?� her conqueror demands of the slave in his lap.
�She is a slave,� Diana gasps out, desperate for the release only he is in position to give her.
�How will she yield?�
�As the slave she is, Master.�Diana had always found the rituals of sexual submission degrading and frankly ridiculous. Now they have become powerfully meaningful. She has been mastered in battle: her body and emotions are now completely controlled by the mercenary warrior.
�Who does she yield to?
�Princess begs to yield to Jaros, for she acknowledges him her Master.�
�Very well, Princess. A slave may yield to me.� He rolls her on to her back, clamps a powerful hand on her throat and fingers her to an ego shattering orgasm. Her feelings of total sexual domination and powerlessness prolong and deepen her powerful climax. In the midst of her body�s convulsions Diana cries out �I am yours, Master; Princess is your slave,�whenever Jaros allows her enough breath to speak with.�
The mercenary glances at the throne. �Finish her off,� Lurius orders and so Jaros slips between her legs and starts thrusting. Diana does not fight, nor does she simply lay limp; she wraps her body around Jaros and kisses the dominant warrior male as if she would suck his soul into her mouth. He chuckles softly and increases his pace. Just as she is ready to climax once more he pulls out and finishes her with his thumb on her clit.
Diana is still a little dazed as she feels herself rolled onto her stomach. Powerful, irresistible hands raise her hips from the floor and the warrior surges once more into her tight welcoming depths. He begins slowly and only increases his pace whenever she spasms in orgasm again. When he finally commands her complete surrender she offers up her soul to the pleasure of her third slave orgasm of the day.
An Ahn later, as his slaves Lady Janina and her current �mistress� lick and kiss at his body, Lurius ponders what he learned earlier in the evening. His plan had not produced the results he had hoped for, but perhaps it might eventually yield the results he desired. As always he will keep his own counsel, explaining his full plans to no one.
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Wonder Woman, Amazon Princess of Themyscira would have stoically endured the whip or pretended to be cowed by its impact to gain advantage. Diana the kajira is not Wonder Woman. She is a woman enslaved who has come to fear the whip in male hands. Since coming to Gor her powers have steadily weakened. She is not sure why, but she is certain that they ended altogether that day in the slave cage when Jaros forced a slave orgasm upon her. Diana, as her cruel owner names her, is now simply a very tall, very beautiful woman whose loins ache constantly with need to be filled with a master�s firm sex.
The auction had been going quite well. When the bidding had slowed at 400 gold tarn pieces she had used karate kicks to disable the whip slaves, then chased the auctioneer from the platform. Then she had boldly dared the men of Gor to try and tame her. As the higher bids came in, she had lain face down and used a whip handle to relieve the screaming needs of her loins, her hips rising off the sawdust to writhe from side to side. By the time she achieved her third orgasm the bid was at 1200 gold tarns from the City Administrator for Jad.
Then had come the great surprise of the evening: Diana�s owner had elected to refuse the bid and withdraw her from the auction. Lurius of Jad had exercises his Ubar�s option four weeks before, purchasing the barbarian princess for 150 gold tarns from the slaver who brought her to Telnus. Diana�s five days of display and her performance in the huge City Auditorium had been the Ubar�s way of sharing his treasure with the victorious men of Cos. At those words, the murmurs of disappointment turned to cheers. The cheers became a roar when Diana knelt to be collared by the Ubar�s principle bodyguard, Jaros of Tharna.
Diana had not been able to follow the full exchange between the Ubar and the Auctioneer. She thought at first that the sexy mercenary was her new owner and master. Nobody told her otherwise, so the truth came to her as an unpleasant shock.
The trip to the palace was something Diana would just as soon forget. She was naked save for a decorative collar with a star on it that mocked Wonder Woman�s tiara. Jaros held her leash, and her hands were tied behind her back. The city�s drunken revelers abused her all along the way. Some fondled her, others used vile words, and still others threw sewage on the captured leader of panther girls.
They entered the Central Cylinder through the kitchens, where buckets of cold soapy water were thrown on her to clean her up. She was toweled dry by Jaros and brought to a small sleeping chamber with an oversized �bed� and no other furniture. Jaros enclosed one of Diana�s ankles in a shackle and then walked out.
Several Ahn later the great bear of a Ubar waddled in, sporting a fat but short erection. He informed his shocked slave that he was her new master. At his direction Diana immediately climbed up on the fur padded platform to kneel between his legs. After she sucked him to climax, he pushed her off the platform to sleep naked on the cold tile floor.
Had she known at that time what sort of man Lurius was, Diana would have climbed back up and strangled him as soon as she heard his snores. Instead she fell into an exhausted sleep only to wake up screaming as the Ubar forced himself into her back passage. His great bulk pinned her to the floor beneath him and he took her without lubrication or foreplay. That was how Diana learned that the most powerful man on Gor is an inveterate rapist.
Diana was given clothing the next day, when she saw it she began to understand that her new master was a sadist. Even though her body was still dyed red, white, blue, and gold, a slave�s version of Wonder Woman�s costume had been created for her. She wore that mockery as she followed the Ubar�s palanquin to the Stadium of Tarns for the games that would mark the end of the Festival of Love.
She wore a strapless sleeveless shift with a built in silk-lined bustier. There was a skirt rather than her usual shorts, and it was cut so high that when she walked it just barely covered her bottom. Her nipples, which were pierced with rings, were visible though translucent gold silk because of holes cut in the bustier. When they got to the Ubar�s box a ring gag was inserted in Diana�s mouth. Lurius kept her on all fours between his legs whenever he was seated. Her thighs and bottom and sex were on display to all in the stadium as he used her mouth again and again throughout the proceedings. She had thought that she could not feel more humiliated than during her time in the display cages. It seemed that Lurius had a wider imagination than she did.
That night her original decorative collar was removed and the present plain iron one riveted in place by an ironworker. The new collar had a thick three-foot chain. She watched in rising dismay while the smith�s powerful arm set that chain in the slave ring on the Ubar�s sleeping couch. Each ringing blow of the hammer seemed to make the collar tighter around her neck.
The Ubar did not use her that night. Instead, he had a series of young white silk slaves brought to him for deflowering. Diana was ordered to lick them to wetness and then hold them in place for their rape. She did as she was told the first time, but would not help him slave rape a teenager from Ar. That poor girl was strangled to death before Diana�s eyes while Lurius sodomized Diana again. When other slaves were brought in afterwards, Diana again cooperated fully.
Diana�s attempt to kill her owner the next morning and redeem her honor was an ignominious failure. Chained by her neck, she tried to fight a warrior with almost twice her weight and at least twice her current strength. After some scuffling she lay over his lap on top of the platform while he whaled away at her bottom and thighs with a thin cane until she was reduced to tearful whimpers. Her throat had become too raw to scream any more.
The rest of that day and through the night passion goads tormented her. When a slave came to clear away her body waste she begged him for relief her chained hands could not provide her. That night, when more newly branded slaves were brought for the Ubar�s pleasure, Diana was a full accomplice to their slave rape.
She hated herself after that night and she hated herself more with each night that followed. She was chained to the Gorean equivalent of a bed, kept in constant sexual frustration, denied human contact save with a rapist and his victims, and deprived of food and water so that she had less need to relieve herself and possibly soil her degrading slave wear. Her final defeat came from her own body. Each time she tried to strangle herself with the neck chain her breathing resumed after she lost consciousness.
�Good. Now here is the basic rule of your relationship to me. You will obey me. You may gripe and question my will verbally as much as you like within the privacy of this chamber, but your body will move as I direct it to. Do you remember the first whipping I gave you?�
�Yes Master, I have not forgotten. I will obey you.� Diana�s words are sincere. She has every intention of obeying Jaros as completely as possible. With her Amazon�s resistance to pain gone she is deathly frightened of the pain of the slave whip.
�That is better. I am your master, my lovely blue-eyed kajira, so even when you talk back to me I had better hear that word from your lips. The Princess of Themyscira is a Gorean slave girl. She can be as proud or provocative or saucy or sensual as she wishes to be, but she will not be any less a slave than any other kajira. Do you fully understand me?�
�Yes, Master. It is quite clear that you want to fuck Wonder Woman. No ordinary girl will do for the great Jaros of Tharna, mightiest warrior on Gor.� Jaros has said that she can say what she wants so she tests her limits with sarcasm.
�What you say is not quite true, Diana. I would truly rather dispense with the exotic skin dye. Unfortunately, the drug to restore your original complexion is so painful to use that I will not force you to drink it. I had hoped you would reject the original drugs by now. But I digress. It�s the enslaved barbarian princess slut I want in my arms, not a super heroine.�
�Well I am going to show you a different type of kindness.� Jaros pulls the furs off the platform and piles them atop the sleeping pallet on the floor. �Take off your clothing and lie down here,� he orders.
�Master is horny this afternoon. What will he do if his slave is not ready for him?� she teases as she lies down on her back and lifts his arms in welcome.
He lies down with her face to face, bodies touching from head to toe: hers soft and receptive; his hard and dominant. They kiss and keep on kissing until she can hold back her orgasm no longer. �I beg to yield, Master. Your slave begs to yield.�
�Yes, you may yield to me, my love. My slave is commanded to yield to her master.�At his words Diana cries out with ecstasy and joy and profound relief that she is not alone anymore. She is loved by this incredibly virile warrior who holds her comfortingly in his immovable arms. And in that moment she falls in love with him. With all her slave skills and rampaging desire she tries to use her body to express that blossoming affection.
Jaros roars his own exaltation. This is more than a moment�s physical pleasure. He feels as if he is touching eternity. He had known a glimmer of such joy two centuries ago in Tharna, before the woman her loved foolishly challenged the Priest Kings. This was why he followed her there ten years later. These feelings of utter contentment and ecstasy are what he inadvertently sacrificed his freedom to achieve.
He continues to make love to his princess/slave until well into the night. Sometimes he takes her as an equal; other times he imperiously penetrates her welcoming depths with her in positions of submission to him. No matter what he demands, Diana gives it to him, all the while laughing andteasing until he finally enforces her temporary silence by using her slave shift as a gag. He holds her hands over her head with one of his while his teeth clamp on her neck. He strokes deeply yet slowly inside her tight slick channel. She comes again and again and again until at last he can hold back no longer.
They sleep with their arms around each other, his erection maintained by the tightness of her resilient cunt. Diana dreams, but this time they are not nightmares. She dreams of freedom, and of forfeiting that freedom for love. In the morning she awakens to the glorious feeling of a strong man filling her with his power. Once again the pair locks lips, only this time he takes rather than shares. His arms hold and caress her yet it is a claiming rather than an attempt to simply give pleasure. When he bites down on her distended nipples, she cries out in fear and shock.
�You are mine forever, Princess Diana. I have claimed you and I will never release you from your profession of slavery to me. Say it again, kajira, Say that I am your Master. Say it.� Jaros is a Gorean master. He cannot hold his feelings for this woman in check any longer, but he wills that they become the feelings of a master for his loving slave girl.
Diana does not respond immediately. She wants Jaros as lover and friend and protector but he wants something more Gorean. Yet she cannot refuse him, especially not while he is bringing her such pleasure and holds the key to the far greater rapture of slave orgasm. �I am yours. Master. Diana is your slave.�
�Now yield yourself to me. Come for me, as you have never done before. I am inside you. I am around you, and there is no escape from me anywhere you go. Come, slave girl. Yield yourself as your master commands.�
He speeds up his motions and Diana feels as if she is coming apart. She sees bright colored flashes and her body undulates in time to the great waves of sensation reverberating from her loins to the base of her skull and back. �I love you, Master� is her last coherent thought.
She awakens alone a few hours later. She is completely unchained save for the rough steel collar around her neck. She spies a red silk shift and tries it on. Despite her great height it fits, or at least it covers the parts of her she would rather not show to every male in the palace. She ties it with a yellow silk rope and smiles. She is now wearing the colors of a pleasure slave of historical Tharna. It seems that Jaros has a sentimental streak he keeps carefully hidden.
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She hears voices at the door and rushes back into the room to greet her master. But it is not Jaros who has entered, but Lurius and four of his equally twisted bodyguards. There is lust in their eyes and that look of anticipation in the Ubar�s which she has learned to hate and fear so deeply. She is the only woman in the room so she knows that she is to be the one suffering for his amusement and sexual gratification.
Right from the beginning the rapes are bad. Each man takes her as the slaves in the house of Anwar had done, with no real foreplay and with great haste and violence. She fights them and they begin placing her in greater and greater restraints until at the end she can barely twitch without causing herself pain.
Her legs have been bent and locked in a kneeling position by broad leather straps with buckles. Her elbows are held behind her back with a stout oaken beam but her hands are clipped to rings on the leg restraints. As a result of this, her knees are held apart by her straining arms. Her hair is tied around the beam to force her head painfully back. That done they lay her on her chest and take turns plunging into her completely defenseless ass and pussy. They let her scream. The session goes on a long time because Lurius keeps getting aroused again from the sound of woman screaming in fear and shame and pain.
Finally she is pulled to a kneeling position once more and a new horror begins. They start with her ears. Even on Earth Diana Prince had never had her lobes pierced. None of the Amazons ever did. On Gor such earrings are signs of extreme sexual degradation. Hot needles quickly penetrate her body so that silvery loops can be attached.
Her navel is pierced with another hot needle and a golden pin is put into place. She winces as rings are reattached to her breasts, but at least that had also been done before. When she sees the large ugly nose ring she pleads and struggles to break free but a man grips the sides of her head to hold it still so that that ring can be clamped into place as well.
The installation of rings in her labial folds hurts terribly, so much so that when the men�s rough hands start working to isolate her clitoris she can bear no more of the sharp pain and humiliation. �Please, Master. Do not do this to me. Your girl begs you not to pierce her there.�
�I must not have heard correctly. Who did you say was your master?�
�YOU are my Master, Ubar. Diana is the slave of Lurius, Ubar of Cos and she begs her Master not to pierce her clitoris.�
�Very good, Kajira. I am indeed your master and my slave begs most prettily. But she needs a final reminder than she is nothing but a slave girl. Your request is denied. This is your master�s will.�
Diana screams in agony while the red-hot needle penetrates the most sensitive part of her body. She screams still more as a heavy ring is clamped closed through her sensitive flesh. Her screaming stops only when a bit is forced between her teeth. She continues to moan and sob in pain and total despair.
�Take her to the urt pit. But be sure to give the rodents something more inviting to eat first. After that go find me Jaros.�
�It shall be done, Ubar.�
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