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Lara."
The blonde a few racks away began to squirm and sob in her straps. "No, no," she
begged. But she was not being shown the mercy for which she pleaded.
"What of the House of Andronicus?тАЭ I asked.
"Gone,тАЭ she said, "burned, its slaves and personnel fled or taken."
 "What of the Lady Gina?" I asked. I remembered her with some fondness.
"Shackled," she said, "in the food tent, where she waits upon men."
"Do you think she enjoys serving them?" I asked.
"They enjoy having her serve them," she said, angrily.
"Doubtless," I said. "Do you recall the slave, Lola, of the House of Andronicus?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "I do not know her fate." Lola and Tela had been the girls who had first
taught me Gorean. They had been the first Gorean slave girls I had ever seen. I had never
forgotten my first sight of them. That such women could exist and be slaves had been a
stunning and welcome revelation to me of certain of the realities of Gor.
"You had an assistant," I said, "a superb actress, who, pretending to be a mere Earth-
girl slave, even to the collar and Ta-Teera, well prepared me for my sale in your market."
"The Lady Tendite," she said. "Don't touch me!"
"Yes, she," I said. "She well made a fool of me."
"Please, don't, Jason!"
"I believed her," I said.
"Jason," she begged. "No!"
"I believed her," I said, "completely."
"I am completely helpless, Jason," she said. "Please have mercy on me!"
"The sale must have been amusing," I said.
"Your hands!" she wept.
"Did you plan it together?" I asked. "Your body seems smaller and more helpless than I
remembered it," I observed.
"Yes, yes," she sobbed, "but it was her original plan, her ideas. She thought it would be
amusing to do it to you."
"I see," I said.
"Please stop touching me," she begged.
Suddenly, a few racks away, the blonde, throwing her head back, and rearing helplessly
in her straps, screamed her submission.
The Lady Tima shuddered, and then, suddenly, lifted herself to me. But my hand did
not quite touch her.
"Where is she?" I asked.
"She fled early from Vonda," she said. "She went to Lara. Please do not stop touching
me."
"Are you prepared to beg to be touched?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "I beg it!"
"How do these things work?" I asked, looking at the rack.
"Jason, please!" she whispered.
"I note that you are not yet branded," I said, "nor, I suppose, are these others."
"Jason!" she pleaded.
"Speak," I said.
"We were put on the racks as free women," she said, "that we, the women of the
enemy, be properly humiliated. Too, is it not a rich joke for the men of Ar that more than a
thousand of the free women of Vonda adorn their pleasure racks, fastened down like slave
girls, their use available for a tarsk bit to the passers-by?"
"Yes," I smiled, "it is a rich joke." The men of Gor are fond of such jokes.