Gor The Hard Way

The usual disclaimers. This story is about the gang ra pe and beating of a slave girl. If this offends please don't read it.

 

[Author's note: The following is an adaptation and extension of a scene from John Norman's "Slave G irl of G or" published by Daw Books, 1977. I highly recommend the entire “ G or” series for any interested in sci-fi or the RPP genre though most of the content is tame compared to the G host. M y story goes where even Tarl Cabot feared to tread...].

 

I stood in the field loosening the soil with the hoe. It was hot work, and I was a delicate girl. M y soft f ra me was hardly suited for this backbreaking work. As I worked, I thought of the first boy on Earth who had touched me, his trembling hand, and the hurt and embar ra ssed look on his face when I turned away as he tried to kiss me. Since being brought in chains to G or, the Counter-Earth on the exact opposite side of our sun, I had learned that not all men tremble in fear at the thought of kissing a woman. Some men relish the thought of kissing a woman, especially if the woman is a beautiful helpless slave girl, t ra ined like an animal to please his every need. M any men from Earth would consider freeing a slave ra ther than using her body for his pleasure. The G orean's have a saying: “Only a fool frees a slave girl.” G orean men are exposed to sex at an early age. “If she pleases you, run her down” is an often heard piece of fatherly advice given to teenage sons in G orean cities. Does a slave not expect slave ra pe on occasion. G oreans do not choose to suppress the natu ra l urges of men. Sex between state slaves owned by the various city states spread through ought the planet and boys' visiting the city is very common. It is one of the entertainments provided by most cities and it is the G orean way of taming the otherwise unruly natures of boys at any age. Even in the country, where I was now, more than 60 miles from the great city of Ar , there were services available at the village tavern just five miles away. The owner had two girls, one her master bought from a paga tavern in Thentis. Now the lucky girl serviced dozens of men and peasant boys for a very modest price.

G or is a dangerous world for women but it is not barbaric, most of the women used in paga taverns or as prostitutes enjoy their work. M ost paga tavern girls only last for a few years because as soon as they begin to lose their heat, they are beaten and , if they fail to improve, sold to a private master. M ost women are slaves owned by Private masters ra ther than tavern or state slaves. Since it is technically illegal to use a Private slave without her master's permission slaves with private masters often fare better. A challenge and duel to the death is not unheard of in cases where a slave was used without his master's permission. However, despite the legal and societal prohibitions against taking the property of other men, ra pes are somewhat common. Usually they are overlooked as long as the slave is only ra ped and not injured and any torn or damaged clothing is replaced at cost. On balance it is a reasonable system and order is readily maintained without the neuroses caused by the Earth system of suppressing the natu ra l male drive. G orean's choose to exercise their manhood.

Sweat poured down my face and my back ached as I worked the hoe into the ground, over and over again. I was, by Earth standards, a very beautiful woman. I stood 5 foot 2 inches tall and weighed just under 110 pounds. On Earth I had kept my hair short but G orean masters prefer long hair in a slave girl. M y long blond hair reached down almost to the small of my back. I had ample breasts and many masters have complimented me on my figure. I should have been a pleasure slave working in the towers of Ar, not breaking the hard dirt of a peasant's field but it was completely my fault. M y M aster had been a great warrior, a Captain in the army of Ar, but I had tried to bend him to my will. As punishment, he had given me to the peasant Thentis to seal a t ra de agreement.

Thentis owned 3 farms totaling more than 150 acres of fertile land. He also already owned 4 female slaves and 4 male slaves. He had a wife- a large, cruel free woman. He had little use for me but he understood why my former master had given me away. Accordingly I was put to work in the fields. I worked the dirt from dawn to dusk, pounding on it with the Hoe. I wore a small kerchief that covered my head and protected my face from the sun and a Ta Tee ra . The Ta Tee ra is a simple, sleeveless garment that comes above the knees and is tied around the waist with a strip of binding fiber. Slaves were not permitted nether garments. They must be available for the use of the masters in a moments notice.

Thentis had only used me a few times and had commented that he was not pleased because my delicate body was unable to take his pounding. Thentis was a very large man, in all ways and I was sure he would split me open. Later I was able to please him with my mouth so he was mollified and agreed that he would not beat me because there was nothing I could do about accommodating an organ his size. Thentis was a leader in the small village of Tabak 's Ford, but he had enemies.

Suddenly I st ra ightened myself. “B ra n Loort!” I cried.

He stood a few feet from me, a coil of rope in his hand. M y hands clutched the handle of the hoe.

He looked at me, his face growing amused.

I flung it down. A girl dares not ra ise a weapon against a free man. Some girls have been tortured or had their hands cut off for so much as touching a weapon.

“I have come to fetch you Dina,” he said.

I looked about and saw them approaching boldly from the front of the field, 3 b ra wny boys. They were carrying something in their hands. I turned to the right and saw 4 more boys approaching quickly. I spun and ra n but there were more of them coming from the left. In a panic, I started to scream hysterically and run towards my master's house, screaming for help, calling on him to save me.

But my master was not able to save me that day. One of the boys threw a weighted rope at me and I fell, rolling in the dirt. They were on me in an instant. Eleven village boys in all surrounded me, leered at me. The remaining coils of rope dangled, whiplike, from the hands of Loort and another of his cohorts. The boys pulled me to my feet.

“She is the clever girl who eluded us in the game of girl catch in the village,” said one of the lads.

“ G reetings, clever girl,” said another.

“ G reetings, M aster,” I said to him.

I extended my wrists crossed for binding to Loort.

“You are going to take me to me master,” I said.

He laughed.

I drew back my wrists and looked about, fearfully. The boys approached more closely about me.

I spun, and attempted to run, but fled into the arms of one of the other young males. He seized me by the chin and stuck his tongue into my mouth before I could do anything. It was not even like a kiss, more like a cruel violation. Then he threw me into the center of the circle. I tried again to break the circle and was again rudely g ra bbed and viciously fondled before being flung back to the center. They were now close about me.

I extended my wrists to B ra n Loort, crossed. “Bind me,” I said,”and take me to my master.”

I saw the boys smiling.

Trembling, I sh ra nk back, almost into the arms of the other young cohorts.

I looked pleadingly at my captor. “Are you going to ra pe me, Loort,” I asked, begging him with my eyes, my lips quivering.

“And more,” he smiled.

Then, after a long pause while he examined my body through the Ta Tee ra he smiled again.

“Tonight you will be a feast and a festival to us.”

I trembled.

“Hold her” he said.

Two of the boys g ra bbed my arms.

“Ankle leash her, both ankles,” he said. This was done and I stood still while four of them tied ropes around my ankles.

“Put your arms out at the sides.”

I did so and then stood before them, double wrist leashed, ropes knotted on my wrists

All of my limbs were double leashed, held by ropes in the hands of two different boys.

B ra n Loort looked at me. I knew I must please him. I glanced around at the other boys leering at me. Their eyes terrified me. I had seen men blind with lust before but this was different. They wanted to hurt me.

“Are you docile and coope ra tive?”

“Yes M aster,” I whispered.

“Strip.”

I reached for the bottom of the Ta Tee ra , preparing to slide it up over my body. I hoped they would soon be done with me. Suddenly the rope on my wrist went taught. I could not reach the coarse wool.

“Strip”, said Loort. He swung the coils of rope, whiplike around in a circle. I tried to reach for the bottom of my garment with both hands and they were stopped, inches away by the ropes on my arms.

Loort looked at me. “You are a rebellious slave.”

“No, no” I cried. Wildly I tried to reach the top of the Ta Tee ra , that I might rip it down and expose my breasts to him.

“Rebellious slave.” Loort swung the coils of rope overhand and struck me on the bare shoulder. At the same time, another boy behind me struck across the backs of my bare thighs. By means of the ropes on my arms and legs I was taken down hard to the soft dirt. M y arms and legs were spread eagled on the ground and I struggled and screamed as Loort and the other boy hit me again and again with the ropes. M any of the lashes left welts on my body even through the thin Ta Tee ra . After a time my struggles lessened and I started to howl in pain, my tears turning the dirt into mud. Rudely, I was d ra gged to my knees in front of Loort.

He g ra bbed me hard by the hair and looked into my eyes. There was dirt on the side of my face “We will show you what happens to a rebellious slave. Bring her.”

M any are the cruel tricks that can be played on a slave who was, as I was, double wrist and ankle leashed. Sometimes they threw me forward or backwards. Sometimes they carried me between them. They made me fall as they wished even though it might be into a tree or on rocky ground. They made me walk across sharp rocks and g ra vel at the edge of the lake until my feet were so bloody I was sure they were permanently scarred. Whenever I would balk at walking on the stones or c ra wling across the rocky ground I would be encou ra ged forward by a stocky blonde boy carrying a thick paddle. He struck me repeatedly throughought the cruel march, my burning bottom causing me to stumble. Once the cruel boys bent me over a fallen tree and he hit me as hard as he could until I howled. After he had hit me with at least 7 hard wacks with the paddle, I was sure that my bottom was bleeding. I looked behind me and touched the cheeks of my butt, looking for sings of blood. I could only feel and see that my butt was a dark purple color. The skin was hot and th rob bed mercilessly. Still the march continued. I had taken at least 10 bruising smacks with the heavy wood paddle and had been hit dozens of times by the stinging ropes. I did not know if I could live through the march.

Finally we stopped near a thicket bush surrounding a clearing by the stream. The bushes in the thicket were very thorny, some were seve ra l inches long. I looked at Loor pleadingly.

“You are still clothed” he observed.

“Let me tear off my clothes and bare the body of a slave girl for your pleasure” I cried.

“Strip”, he said. I cried in misery as the ropes prevented me, once again, from reaching the garment.

“You have apparently not learned your lesson. Let the thorn bush strip her,” he said.

By the ropes I was d ra gged into the middle of the thicket. Rudely I was d ra wn through it. The thorns ripped at my body, I screamed for mercy. I was shown none. I closed my eyes so I would not be blinded. When she was d ra wn from the thicket, her body a welter of gashes and linear wounds, the Earth girl slave was naked.

Then I was forced to kneel and my arms were w ra pped around a tree. The boys, striking many times, put me well under rope discipline. As I kneeled there, shuddering under the cruel blows of the rope, my face against the bark of the tree, weeping hysterically, I could not believe they could be so cruel to me.

Then they turned me over. M y legs, by means of the ropes were pulled widely, painfully apart.

I realized then that I had bested these boys in the game of girl catch last week. I did not now feel clever. I would now pay for my cleverness.

I cried out as the leader was the first to have me. He was not gentle, but was harsh and cruel. The beatings I had been given and the harsh treatment which I was subjected had left me dry and tight and hardly prepared for this onslaught against my most delicate and sensitive parts. With a grunt, Loort tried to enter me all at once and I cried out in indescribable agony. The pain was far worse than the beatings the boys had inflicted on me. It felt as if Loort was burning me with a b ra nding iron between my legs the pain was so bad.

M y ra pist reared back on his knees pulled out and then, while holding my chin in place with his left hand, slapped me hard on the side of the face, leaving a bruise on my right cheek. "You can be beaten for insufficient heat, slave," he said. Then he spit on his hands and used this to lubricate himself. He grinned down at me and then motioned for the boys holding my ankles to spread them even wider apart. The burning between my legs expanded to a hot, agonizing pain on the insides of my legs as the muscles were stretched taught. The boys, using the rough ropes tied to my feet pulled my ankles even more widely apart and d ra gged my legs up so they were very far apart and my back was painfully bent. I was then lying on just the upper part of my back, which was bent almost double. M y arms, ropes on them, were held by two boys stretched painfully tight at right angles to my body. M y ankles were very near pa ra llel with my head and my pelvis pointed st ra ight up into the air.

Loort grinned down at me as he rubbed himself and then, using his shoulders, pushed my legs even more widely apart making me cry out in pain as the burning on the inside of my legs became unbea ra ble. I feared the muscles would snap they were stretched so tightly. Then, cruelly, with no preliminaries, he entered me all at once and I felt a terrible, sharp pain deep inside my body as he slammed into my cervix. Loort was big enough to hurt me if he wanted to and, held in this position by the boys, I was fully opened to him, totally unable to get any leve ra ge to tilt my hips and control the depth, if even a tiny bit. This let him hurt me as much as he pleased. Each merciless thrust increased the pain and tears ra n down my face. There was nowhere to go, I could barely move. The boys even held down my arms with the ropes so I could do absolutely nothing to cushion the relentless pounding that caused a terrible sharp pain deep inside my body with each hard thrust. I did not know if I could stand the pain, which was far worse than anything, I had ever felt. Loort may as well have been stabbing me, repeatedly, with a hot knife, over and over.

Then, p rob ably as a joke, Loort lifted my face almost gently with his hands and whispered in my ear. "Kiss me slave." I felt his mouth covering mine, forcing my lips open and filling my mouth with his tongue. I squirmed and struggled but it was useless. I was a slave and would feel exactly what the master wanted me to feel. M y master for the moment wanted me to feel his tongue in my mouth as he violated me, as he ra mmed me full of sharp, agonizing pain, over and over again. I whimpered into his open mouth, in pain and humiliation and, thankfully, my struggles and cries of pain seemed to excite him even more because in a moment he was spent.

The next boy who ra ped me was much more gentle or, I fear, I would have died under the eleven boys, who, one after another, ra ped me as I lay, tied by ropes on my ankles, held in the hands of two boys.

The third boy entered me deeply and then pulled me on top of him. I sat astride, grinding my hips into his, taking the hard organ into me, and working every muscle in my body to please him. He was very handsome and I began to heat up as he ordered me to move my body to please him. Then he pulled me down fully onto his body and whispered in my ear for me to kiss him. I put my lips on his and slipped my small pink tongue into his mouth as I continued to grind my body against him. Suddenly the blonde boy struck a heavy blow onto my bruised buttocks with the paddle. I screamed in agony, as the pain made my body convulse. The boy beneath me seemed to take immense pleasure as I screamed into his open mouth and spasmed uncontrollably around him. It only took 2 more heavy blows of the paddle before the boy beneath me started to spasm.

The fourth boy signaled for the others to turn me over. By the ropes, I was flipped over and my ankles were once again pulled apart. He entered me quickly and the ra pe was over in just a few seconds.

After that, the horrible burning pain from the mass ra pe stopped causing undue pain. I think my body had become numb. I could no longer cry. I just laid there, a helpless vessel as one after another boy used my body for his pleasure.

One of the boys became angry at my air of indifference. He cuffed me until I responded and then had me ra ise my legs in the air. He seemed to take special pleasure in making me cry out each time he would thrust deep into my body. He took a long time with me, pulling out slowly and then, with a hard and violent thrust, would jam himself into me, hitting the sensitive tissue at the very bottom and making me cry out in pain. By the time he had finished with me, I was sobbing hysterically. On the whole, however, most of the boys did not seem particularly interested in making me cry out in pain.

When they had all had their sport with me, I thought it was over, but little did I know that the cruel boys had other plans. The boys who had been taking turns holding my ankles and arms apart released them and Loort ordered me to go to the stream and clean myself. I could not stand, and could barely even c ra wl as I followed his orders and d ra gged myself to the stream. The boys leered at me as I, trembling, washed my stinking body and scrubbed off the dirt and blood. I looked at the boys watching me and knew that they had not yet finished with me. I only hoped I would be strong enough to take further punishment that they might choose to inflict on me, but looked in there eyes and knew instantly that they would not show me mercy.

Loort lay down in the g ra ss on his back and motioned me, naked, to come to him. "Please me," he grinned, pointing at himself. I c ra wled to him, head down, on my hands and knees, tears running down my cheeks, I choked back the sobs and began my task. Loort g ra bbed the back of my head by the hair and forced himself into my mouth, causing me to gag and almost choking me. M y head felt light and I was dizzy. I tried to relax, reminding myself that I had done this for other men on hundreds, if not thousands, of occasions and tried to concent ra te on completing my task. I ra n my tongue over and over him and used my hands to help with the job.

It would not have been so bad if the boy who had been so cruel to me during the ra pe had not become impatient. He approached me from behind, rubbing my flanks and poking the numerous welts running down my backside. I had, of course, served men like this many times before and realized that this might help me satisfy all the boys with my limited supply of energy. The boy behind me ra mmed himself hard into my body, rekindling the sharp pains that had subsided into a dull th rob throughout my lower body. Then I felt him pull out and his hand came down on my back, holding me in place. At the same time, Loort g ra bbed my hair with both hands. Despite the terrible pain in my head as Loort ripped out chunks of my hair, I pulled my mouth up and cried out: "Please no master, not like that, I'm not ready, please stop. Please stop." M y cries were to no avail and he kept up the relentless pressing, forcing himself into a new, tighter, place. I choked back sobs of pain and humiliation as my body stretched to receive him. Loort was kind enough to allow me to let out a long groan of pain before pulling my head down onto him again.

The boy behind me was not so kind. "Keep your head down, slave." I heard from behind me followed by a sharp slap against my bottom and a particularly hard thrust into me. I could not help but cry out; the pain was so sharp and deep.. I was sure that something had torn inside my body. This time Loort had a better grip on more of my hair and when I screamed and pulled away he thrust deep into my throat I gagged uncontrollably and could not breathe.

The boys continued like this for what seemed like an eternity, but was p rob ably only a couple of minutes before I felt the boy behind me pull out. Loort lifted up my head and quickly stood up. I watched as he circled around me as the other boy sat down on the ground in front of me. He was dirty, with my blood on him, but I was a slave. "Yes master," I said.

While at least one boy pleasured himself from behind me, I pleasured each of the eleven boys for a second time, the aching in my jaws was almost unbea ra ble. Often they would make me stop as I pleased them so as to make it last longer. Some of the boys held my hands so I could only touch them with my lips, laughing at my despe ra te attempts to reach for them. Often during the ordeal I thought I would choke to death.

Seve ra l of the boys, one at a time, ra ped me for a third time, each using me for some time before releasing me.

I then lay on the ground, naked, filthy, in terrible pain throughout my body and wondered how they could be so cruel to me. Then one of the boys, using the ropes that were still on my wrists, tied my hands tightly in front of my body and d ra gged me, staggering, scarcely able to stand to the foot of a tall tree. I fell down as soon as the boy released me. Then he threw the long end of the rope over a low lying b ra nch and jerked the free end. I was rudely d ra gged to my feet, then, painfully, to the tips of my toes and finally, I was jerked into the air and swung in a circle with my toes just inches from the forest floor.

From behind me I hear the voice of Loort. "Although you were pleasing tonight, slave, you were not pleasing before, and must still be punished."

"Please master," I cried, " I have been punished, please don't hurt me any more." M y squirming caused me to twist and swing enough to see behind me. I felt a terrible cold chill throughout my body and shuddered to see Loort st andi ng behind me with a heavy slave whip. The whip was black with five heavy studded leather belts attached to a thick staff. The studs were made of hard, black leather and I could instantly see that this was not a slave whip that is typically used on women. The usual slave whip used on a woman's body contains five smooth, soft leather blades. A blow from this whip causes excruciating pain but does not mark the woman or tear her skin. I knew the studs from this whip would tear at my skin and p rob ably leave permanent marks on my body. The whip was at least seven feet long.

"You think you were punished because you served us. Now all of us are going to have to beat you, slave. I told you could be beaten for insufficient heat."

I screamed, but there was no sound. All of the breath went out of my body as a wave of pain washed over me and I almost lost consciousness. There had been the terrible sound of the harsh leather striking my back, and then the pain.

The first lash had caught me across the lower back, in that extremely sensitive area, leaving five long welts running all the way across my back that mixed with and deepened the welts that the boys, in the rope beatings they had given me, had chosen to inflict on my body. The next slash hit me in almost exactly the same spot, and despite the ferocity of the blow, the skin of my back would not tear open. I could no longer cry; I suppose I was in shock by this time. The next blow struck at my backside. Already the boys had covered it with bright red welts with the harsh ropes that had repeatedly struck me and when the second blow from the studded whip hit my backside, I could feel a wetness start to trickle down my legs. I knew my butt was bleeding but the terrible, burning pain seemed to blot out all of my thoughts. The beating continued and the blows continued to fall. After the seventh blow, mercifully, I felt a blackness closing around me.

But the boys did not see fit to show me mercy. I was rudely awakened with a bucket of cold water in my face from the stream and let out a long moan and started to sob as the agony screaming from every part of my body washed over me. I heard some of the boys laughing behind me and felt a sudden anger at these men who were tormenting me, who had so abused my body, who were continuing to torture me. But I knew that anger in a slave girl is meaningless. Without any warning, another blow from the harsh whip opened up my lower back and I cried out again and again, begging for mercy, my will completely broken.

Each of the boys beat me with the slave whip that night and I lost consciousness two more times during the beating, each time to be rudely, in pain, awakened by chilled water thrown on me. M ost of the boys only gave me one blow, almost as a coup-de-g ra s that confirmed their mastery over me.

The last boy to use the whip, however, was the one who had ra ped me so cruelly. He took seve ra l minutes with me and I lost count of the blows that he struck. He made certain to ext ra ct the maximum amount of psychological and physical punishment that remained before I, for a third time, was beaten unconscious. I would hang there, unstruck, waiting for the next blow to fall. Was the beating done? As soon as my head would clear and my body would relax, just a little bit, another blow from the heavy whip would fall. After an eternity, my head would not clear and I stopped reacting to the blows of the whip. I have no memory of being cut down from the tree.