Gorean Tavern Slut

Slaves are not permitted to touch money. We are  intrinsically valueless would sully its value. Even the tavern tokens must only be carried in our mouths. Not in our hands. A common story is that of when one of the old more liberal towns was conquered. The women of the town were no longer to be permitted to touch money. The towns coinage was reminted. & there was initial moves for all the women to have their hands amputated as a salutary punishment. However it was decided to be lenient & the women of the town were to serve for the rest of their lives with their hands bound behind them. All chores were to be performed whilst holding implements in the mouth. As this story spread more free women fearing they might not be so leniently treated if captured. Stopped handling money altogether. This also led to many very wealthy women handing over all their property to their husbands or guardians. Which eventually led to compulsory confiscation of all female property. & whilst technically these women were still free, it often suited their husbands or guardians to dispose of the now powerless women  by enslaving them. Although it was not then legal to summarily enslave a woman in her own city. Many females found themselves outside the city walls at night, naked & bound. Waiting to be leashed by the  slavers & led away. In fact many towns & cities had a small cage just outside the gates

  for just this purpose. In larger cities the woman would be enslaved then taken back through the gates as property.

The woman would usually find strangers waiting for her in her chambers. She would be led away. Often her guardian or husband would pay the strangers in front of her. Numb with shock & fright she would be led away & out of the city gates. The city guards uninterested in her fate. A female, with no assets, powerless, unimportant. If the girl wasn’t  whitesilk, or if she was noticeably pretty, she might be raped, by her abductees and the guards. Just outside the gates were some very small cages, just high enough to kneel cramped inside, knees drawn up, back pressed on the top bars. She would be locked in, unbound but unable to move herself at all, her arms held behind her by the confines of the cage. Her face & feet pressed in by the metal. Once she was locked inside the cage was covered with a leather closure. Sealing her inside with the smell of her fear. Such cramped conditions were excruciatingly uncomfortable & painful after only a few minutes. She would be waiting for most of the night. On occasion women were left in the cages for more than a day, before being processed, after all they weren’t going anywhere.

 

Often there would be more than one cage occupied on an evening. But generally the women would be too frightened to talk to, to comfort, each other. Instead the low frightened whimpering moaning, would heighten the others terror. The cages were very near the guards positions & they didn’t like to be disturbed. In addition the guards had a chemical electric prod, for shooing away stray animals. This could be pressed under the leather curtain and to her

buttocks, or intimacies quite easily.

Eventually in the early morning a slaver would arrive. He would remove the girl or girls from the cage. They would be assessed. At this point husbandry

  would decide whether she could be sold as a slave, or if it was more economical to dispose of her beyond the city. Usually her abductors instructions were to have her nude except for her nether garments or panties.

During her assessment he would explain to her in detail. How she would be displayed & if any free person wished to accuse her of past improprieties, no matter how slight, her punishment would be a disposal. She was to be branded with hot irons, sold whipped and raped. At some point she would wet herself with fright. He would then stop and gag her with her soiled undergarment. She would be whipped cruelly

  for toileting herself without permission & then bound ready to be taken back into the city as a slave.

In the city she was taken to the slavers square & put kneeling into a wooden stock. Her head held by the headboard at an angle facing forwards so her features were clearly visible at foot level. Still gagged with her panties she would be left displayed like this all day. Men would come and casually examine her, or stand around their feet close to her face discussing other more important matters. Incidentally she had little to fear from accusers, her reduction to slavery had made her & her past behaviour trivial. Also women would come to look at her. Shrouded in their full body veils. Free women are kept in full bodily purdah here. The garment has no visible eye openings & is a closely fitting sheath. The fabric is thinner near her eyes so she can see dimly through. However the garments are made out of quite glossy, shiny fabrics, almost wet look & quite close fitting.

 

The object is not her modesty, but her control & subservience. Although she is not a slave, she is still under male domination. The fact that she is permitted in the public space at all is a privilege. In that space she is expected to be timorous & deferential. Many women at the time were confined to the home. Further to this she must be nude under the veil, no pockets or any ability to take anything into the public space. Her ankles are joined by a short chain, designed to make her gait feminine. On that chain hangs a metal disk identifying her

guardians household.

Her curves are clearly visible through the veil, only her identity is hidden. In the public space she is intimidated, many men will slap her legs or buttocks to move her aside, some use canes. Many are groped, some are raped, or made to perform fellatio through their sheaths. Often this will lead to instant enslavement. & even if it doesn’t she is very unlikely to venture out of her house again. Wives are no longer permitted to leave the home. Single women are afraid to express their sexuality here, as that usually leads to enslavement. Some young women, aroused by the highly charged sexual atmosphere, but frustrated and afraid to approach men meet up secretly

  & touch each other furtively through their sheaths. However these women are frequently caught & made slaves. Gradually the entire population was being enslaved.

These girls trembling in their sheaths come to gape in horror at women they might have known. Leaving them wondering if other of their friends who may simply be not permitted to leave the house have met a similar fate. Indeed will they be next? Some confess scandalised to each other that they wish it were they. The naked girls in the stocks no matter what they may have wished for

before, now wish they were anywhere but here.

Eventually a very long day finishes for the new slave. Before the close of the business day she is taken to the branding smiths shop. The hearth will be cooling now but the shop still smells strongly of burnt flesh. Terrified she will have to be dragged inside. Behind a stout leather curtain women are locked  kneeling on all fours in stocks. They have already been branded, according to the colour of the paint on the soles of her feet, her waiting time in the stocks. Unlike today when the salves can heal a brand in an hour or so. Though the stinging pain of the brand lasts for much, much longer months, rather than days until the pain becomes psychosomatic & emotional rather than physical. Which is a propos also the intent. In these times 5 days was needed before the wound was healed enough to be touched without marring the pretty scar. It should be noted too in these times. Women were marked as slaves, rather than as specific property, her collar identified her owner. These days when rebranding is painful but simple, she is marked as property & specific property, 2 brands. Collars have all but disappeared, unfashionable these days, when all women, except breeding stock, are slaves. Rather it is the breeding stock who are collared. Daughters

  given to other families to breed & mother children to cement relationships.

These women are kept in strict purdah, only seeing their husbands & children & each other. They nurture the children until the youngest son is old enough to enter the academies at 8. the girls are raised in seclusion in purdah till 18 when the female children are either given to other families for eventual breeding or

  sold into slavery. The mothers are either taken to distant foreign cities and sold as slaves, or sold to peasants as work slaves, or disposed of. It is these wives who wear the locked collar as a wedding ring.

So the girls were left for 5 days held in the stocks, kneeling on all fours. The new slave is locked in the stock alongside the other freshly branded slaves. She is hooded in the stock as are the other girls & the curtain closed. The shop is then locked for the night. In the morning she will be branded. The pain from the hot iron will cause her to wet herself & defecate involuntarily. She must clean the branding iron with her panties & clean up the mess she has made with them also. Before being gagged with them again. This is the only moisture she will get for five days. & then once again locked in the stock. Waiting for her wound to heal. For now though she waits in the darkness of her hood, foully gagged. Listening to the gagged mumbles of pain & extreme discomfort. The stocks are very uncomfortable. The captive can barely move a muscle. & the position on all fours head lower than the upraised buttocks, is very muscularly uncomfortable. She or rather her brand & intimacies can be examined quite conveniently from behind in this position. even if she wasn’t hooded the stock prevents her from looking around behind her. Her brand is examined for infection. In these times a few of slaves were designated as wastage due to spoilage. Also her anus & urethra are checked for discharge, involuntary or disobedient the consequences for her are the same. She is livestock now & disposable if her performance is unsatisfactory. The small cage is stifling as the curtain is designed to keep flies out but this also makes the air very stale

The area is very hot & stinks of stale burnt flesh & fear. Also the smell from soiled panties is very unpleasant, the moisture from her mouth keeping the odour of her filth fresh. The taste doesn’t bear thinking about. There are many times that men are thankful that they are the Masters & this must be one of them.

When I was captured on earth I had obviously been terrified. Being quite demur & shy I used to wear a little white lace slip & pantie set, for bed. It was quite sensual I suppose but nobody but me had ever seen me in it. It was my secret. Although many girls of my age did wear such bed lingerie for their boyfriends or slept naked, I was still a virgin. The boys I knew, were just that boys, although physically exciting. The men I was attracted to scared me, and also made me feel slightly ashamed to be attracted to such the dominant type. So much so that I would find myself blushing quite furiously, just watching films. Much to my girlfriends amusement, if only they could see me now. I had once fainted with excitement in class, when my friend told me about fellatio with her boyfriend. A sporty type who we both knew I had a crush on too. I had never been able to speak to him again. I wondered where my friend was now. Sometimes I fervently hope she has been taken in the night like me, so she too can be free in bondage. & sometimes I hope she hasn’t. Apparently the slavers look out for very vulnerable, shy girls like

me, our feminine coyness indicates a natural urge to be totally submissive.

We are derisorily called love slaves, meaning we are totally captive to our emotions, being totally helpless in the arms of a master. But being especially responsive to the strictest of masters. Organically  all female slaves are like this. But a love slaves in bondage is  fantastically more a pathetic hostage to her femininity & his maleness. Which is why the slavers go to the, slightly more trouble of capturing us earth girls.

  

I had been fast asleep & wakened by a hand clamped across my mouth, in the pitch blackness. My wrists were also clamped behind me in his  massively strong hands. I had screamed into the hand there was laughter. He wasn’t alone. I felt him swiftly & expertly tie my wrists. It was done in an instant, I was roped. Then I felt a cold hard battery shaped object pressed between my legs. Was I to be raped with something? However I wasn’t going to be fortunate to escape with that. He found my intimate opening & pushed the object against  my urethra & clitoris. Then I squealed in agony as a massive jolt of electricity was triggered. I had never felt such pain, such inescapable agony. I had completely wet my knickers. The men were laughing. My squeal had been muffled quite effectively  by his hand. The sodden panties were stripped from & shoved into my mouth. With a fist in my hair I was yanked from the bed & thrown onto my knees, then pushed face down at their feet. The device was pushed between

  my buttocks into my anus.

“Will you be obedient

blondie?”

My terrified affirmative reply was muffled.

The light was on now. The other man pressed his fingers into my vagina, testing my hymen as I later realised.

“She is white silk.”

“She is quite pretty.”

“We could rape her anyway.”

“Do you want to be raped slut?”

My muffled reply was amusing to them.

“We can fuck the other one for now, this one will soon have her legs opened.”

“You can look forward to your rape later slut.” I was told

My sobbing into my panties must have pleased them as they laughed again.

Then another jolt of agony.

“I still prefer the whip.”

“She will soon feel the leather.”

“That’s another thing for you to look forward to girl, your first whipping”

The look of terror

inmy eyes amused them.

I was dragged into the other room. My living room. Two more men were sitting there.

And a girl, one of my neighbours. I didn’t know her name. She was blonde & pretty like me. She was kneeling between one of the mens legs performing fellatio. She too was in lingerie a pantie & suspender set. Her bra was ripped & she was shiny with semen all over her face, breasts on her bruised inner thighs. She had been raped several times. The men had been in no hurry, we were the last of the shipment. I was left kneeling facing the wall while they continued to enjoy my neighbour. They were drinking beer & my wine, smoking my cigarettes, helping themselves to my food. Throwing any rubbish on my expensive carpet.

Then the buzzer to my apartment went. One of the men answered gruffly quickly, it was very early in the morning.

The other blonde was then bound like me & gagged with her torn sticky panties.

One of the men grabbed a fistful of her hair and bent her over, her head at his beltline. Then another man seized me. My rear was soundly & painfully slapped & we were dragged off down the corridor.

The men were quite casual in the lift. Then in the car park the building attendant arrived. One of the men pushed a roll of notes into his hand.

“Fuck that stuck up little bitch for me”

“Which one?”

He laughed “Both of the little

cunts.”

The other men laughed as he walked off.

We were dragged to a big black car. The boot was opened. Already there was 4 girls bond in there. Our ankles were bound & a black cloth hood tied over our heads. The heavy leather ¾ transport body hood would come later. We were thrown into the boot

  & it was locked.

We are derisorily called love slaves, meaning we are totally captive to our emotions, being totally helpless in the arms of a master. But being especially responsive to the strictest of masters. Organically  all female slaves are like this. But a love slaves in bondage is

  fantastically more a pathetic hostage to her femininity & his maleness. Which is why the slavers go to the, slightly more trouble of capturing us earth girls.

It is said to be a labour of love seeking out & capturing earth girls. Although we are easy to ensnare, the life of a Gorean slave trader is purely one of cattle markets and auctions. Peasant girls of saleable age are penned by their communities & sold usually in groups to passing traders. Usually this is of mutual satisfaction to all parties. The peasant is free of a female mouth to feed. The girls are free of a life of backbreaking rural labour & childbirth. The trader pays a low price for the girls and also gets to employ the girls as beasts of burdens for his goods between his various stops. The girls are always healthy & duskily very good looking. Very grateful & submissive too, requiring very little punitive training or supervision.

The city girls are taken at 18 down to the slave yards & are shipped out of the city to far flung cities. Often quite an arduous unpleasant month long journey for the gagged & hooded slaves. Usually riding in cramped cage wagons.

Or marched barefoot along the sides of the paved roads. The process is still purely a cattle dealing commercial affair.

Whereas the slavers on earth seek out suitable girls. Often resorting to purely physical capture. But for their amusement, the thrill of the hunt, even if it is for easy prey like us, often playing elaborate hoaxes & games on the unsuspecting girl. Seduced her head in clouds of fantasy, the poor girl almost in an ecstasy her pretty little head filled with tales of riches or love. Before she finds herself a bound & gagged  prisoner. How easily we are tricked by men who understand us. Some girls are given subtle hints of the nature of Gor. Obviously concentrating on the Disney aspects of submission & punishment & only after these girls foolishly

beg sensual concubinage do they find out that you should be careful what you wish for. Especially if you are a female in the Gorean slavers sights.

The captured girls are transported to portals & pushed through to be collected on the other side by the slave transporters. Forced into a heavy leather sack the body hood. She was pushed to her knees, her mouth was ungagged, for a few seconds. They forced her into the leather sheath, distraught. The leather was quite thick but polished & creamed so as to be very supple. It came down to her thighs, at her head a thick ball of leather was pushed into her mouth, distressingly the ball expanded to fill her mouth. External straps secured the gag, similar straps bound her upper & lower arms tightly. A thick strap went between her legs and another clamped her thighs together. There was no need to lock them, she was utterly powerless inside the hood. Her ankles were hobbled. They left her kneeling in front of them. In the darkness of the tight leather, clammy with fear, her own & the hoods previous occupants, she sobbed helplessly into her gag.

Secured now she was ignored, as the men waited for the transport.

But there was first an unpleasant procedure to be endured by the girls. In all fairness even the men didn’t enjoy the enema procedure. It seemed painful & cruel even for slaves. However the alternative was the inconvenience of feeding & watering the slaves regularly. & the sooner they painfully learned obedience the better.

A bota of wine was often passed around while the capsules were softening in the liquid, eventually they were ready. The first girl to be processed had her head pushed firmly to the ground.

He buttocks were lifted up & the hood unbuckled around her thighs. One of the men lifted one of the capsules from the boiling water. Tossing it from hand to hand it was so hot. Another of the men spread her buttocks & the capsule was expertly rammed into place, right up inside her. Even inside the hood gagged as she was, her squeals & moaning were loudly audible. The other girls squirmed in distress. She was a virgin so the hood was simply closed & re-buckled shut. She knelt against the wall squirming & sobbing in pain.

The transport enemas contained, nutrients  so that she could be transported for up to 2 weeks without being fed or watered. As new arrivals the capsule had also been spiked with a language drug that greatly aided the new slaves in learning gorean, simple iteration was all that was needed to teach gorean. The enemas also contained the genetic modifications done to female slaves here. Transport times being usually 4 to six weeks meant this would be done at least one further time. She might be permitted to toilet on the next application of the enemas, during the six week transportation. Although this was often neglected, her discomfort is of no consequence.

& did no permanent damage at least physically.

One of the girls kicked out fearfully as they opened her hood, a sharp crack of the shortened bullwhip across her legs silenced her & the other slaves.

One by one the girls were processed, the virgin or white silk girls simply had the enemas applied and the hoods closed. The girls who weren’t virgins had thick rubber phalluses, self lubricated with greasy jelly attached to the bottom belt of the hood, secured into the anus & vagina. The girls would squirm on these for the remainder of their transportation, developing internal muscles. This reflected the different expectations of slavegirls. White silk girls are expected to be tight & part of their pleasure is opening them for the first time, to some extent enjoying a girls reluctance & distress. Non white silk girls were expected to be tight but open & penetrated easily, the only resistance her fear.  Also the dildos are seen as punishment for the earth girls, for using their bodies for their own pleasure, without

a Masters permission, inexcusable misappropriation of his property.

The portals are key to successful slave importation. Contrary to popular belief, Gor is not another planet, but our own roughly 10,000 years in the future after we had allowed our greed & reliance on technology to destroy most of it. Leaving only a Mediterranean & middle eastern rump, surrounded by deadly snow deserts in the north & sandy equally deadly deserts in the south. The portals are quantum gates that allow residents of the future, & only such residents the Goreans  to travel back & forth. This also only applies to males. The transport from the past is one way only & only for females. Often male criminal helpers from the past are allowed to go to the future as a reward for services. Or so they think, usually it is to repay some act of petty treachery or dishonour. The man finds himself suddenly female & waiting retribution. Her or rather his recollections usually last for an hour or so.

His helpless impotent now anger, fading to a bimbo like hazy fear at her new fate. The weak men of the past period are regarded with only slightly less contempt than the women.

The success of the portals resides in the application of quantum mechanics & many worlds theory

theory, in that for every parsing event the universe splits asunder into two separate irreconcilable realities. So although there is a steady stream of usually American & European captives taken from college campuses in each split reality only one girl has gone missing & she is virtually impossible to trace. In any case tracks are well covered by rewarding any male accomplices.

The transporters on the other side are unaware of these new girls and react quite angrily to her feminine confusion. He is amply repaid.

All of the advanced technology & medicine, the magic of Gor is from the past. In self contained & powered very compact tools. That are seemingly unfathomable, in terms of medicine, they just work. & unbreakable in terms of the devices, due mainly to the dangerous nature of its internal power. No moving parts & seemingly everlasting. Lighting, lifting drilling, devices, that are harnessed in quite novel ways by the Greco/roman technology of the Gorean age. Most popular are the music devices incidentally, seemingly containing an everlasting supply of voice activated music & recordable too. In the past slavegirls were employed to sing helpless love songs in choirs or harmonies, to be recorded. The lewdness of the female voice a pleasant accompaniment to the lewdness of her rape cries.

The surprisingly quiet car had driven us away to our slavery.

 

Like me & countless other girls owned now

Here she is waiting for tomorrow frightened, merely property now.

Her life as a person over.

Furthermore she is not permitted to toilet for these long five days of painful healing. This isn’t told to her, she just knows. Everything now is by male permission. This makes her extremely pliable on the auction block. A female who is absolutely desperate to toilet is absolutely obedient. How lovely

is such a slave in tears utterly dependant, utterly female.