Slaves

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Ownership

ASSASSINS OWNED SLAVES

12.12

"You are welcome," said he, smiling. Then he snapped his fingers. Through the door, bearing a tray, came a small, exquisite, brunet female slave. She was naked except for her collar and a leather-and-metal lock gag. Her mouth was closed. I saw the curved metal bars, rounded, about a quarter of an inch in diameter, emerging from the sides of her mouth. By means of a ratchet and pawl arrangement the device is fitted to the individual girl. It locks behind the back of the neck. It cannot be removed, even though the girl’s hands are free; She knelt before the gate of the cell and put her head to the steel floor. Two flasks on the tray she placed through the bars. She then slipped the tray through an opening, some four inches in height, in the bottom of the cell door. She then again put her head to the floor, and then stood up and withdrew, backing away, her head down. She looked at Drusus, who indicated she should leave the room. She slipped swiftly out, obedient, barefoot on the steel plates.

"A pretty little slave," I said. "Why is she in lock gag?""It pleases me," he said."Of course," I said.~Beasts of Gor - Book 12 Chapter 28 Quote 12~

NOTED SNEERS OF CONTEMPT

WHILE WEARING BLACK COLLAR AND BLACK TUNIC

34.25

As we continued on our way, even men tended to avoid us. We did receive, as some passed us by, closely, dark looks, and we noted sneers of contempt, but no one seemed interested in interacting with us, neither free men nor free women.

"The men do not seem to regard us with appetition, frankly and appraisingly," I said, puzzled. Certainly this was muchly different from my former experiences on open streets, as in Ar, and was muchly different from the common experiences of slave girls on open streets.

~Plunder of Gor - Book 34 Pages 232-240 Quote 25~

HOWEVER, IT WOULD BE RARE

29.6

I recalled that those of the dark caste, the caste of Assassins, were often sober fellows, often denying themselves much of what most prized as giving meaning to life. Theirs was a narrow, dark life. Few held slaves. Some, before the hunt, would use a woman, briefly, ruthlessly, unfeelingly, leaving her shuddering, crumpled, and broken, sobbing, at their feet, before honing the selected blade, one of six, before painting the dagger on their forehead, that crowds might part uneasily before them, that taverns might fall silent, that children might flee, that men might bolt their doors. For whom is the dagger painted? Seldom did those of the dark caste drink ka-la-na or paga. The eye must be sharp, the senses acute, the hand steady. The hunt must be cold, passionless, rational, deliberate, relentless. Seldom did they recreate themselves with the bodies of slaves. Muchly they stayed to themselves. Each seemed to dwell in the cave of his own intent, as though in a cell, a cell in a large, dark, walled household, from whose gates he might emerge, a grayness at dawn, an enigma at noon, a darkness in the darkness of the night. I thought them less than human, more than human, perhaps, best, other than human. I wondered if they had feelings. Even the venomous ost had feelings. Were they beasts? But beasts had feelings. It was said they were immune, like knives, to compassion. Surely there was no place for such things in the gloom and solemnity of their pursuits. Might one not more profitably implore a stone for mercy? In their dark, narrow world what light was there? Did they live with hate, or even without hate, as in a winter without even cold? Did they know pleasure? I did not know. They lived for the kill. Perhaps they took pleasure in that. I did not know. They were of the dark caste, of the Assassins. I recalled one I had met, long ago, on the height of the Central Cylinder in Ar, Pa-Kur, master of the Assassins. He had leapt from the height of the Cylinder and the body, it seemed, had been lost amongst the crowds below. It had, in any event, never been recovered. Doubtless it had been torn to pieces by the crowd. He was gone. Gor was safer without him. Men had feared even his shadow.

A second one of the fellows had now stood up.

They did not wear the Assassin's black. I did not think the dagger was borne on their foreheads. They were unhelmeted. Had the dagger been in evidence men, even drunk, would have drawn away from them, regarded them, clutched at their weapons, however clumsily.

~Swordsmen of Gor - Book 29 Chapter 24 Quote 6~

ATTIRE

WHEN OUT ON CASTE BUSINESS

34.24We continued on for a time. I held the empty sack, four times folded. We turned onto a large street."Beware," I whispered, "a free woman approaches." She walked regally, and carried a switch."Keep your eyes down," my companion whispered. "Do not make eye contact. You do not see her. She does not see you.""Let us go to the side of the street, and kneel, head down," I said. I had no wish to feel a switch."Now look up," she said, a moment later merrily. I did so."She is gone," I said, looking about. "The free woman is gone.""Not really," said my companion. "She merely went to the other side of the street.""Why?" I asked."We wear the black tunic, the black collar," she laughed.~Plunder of Gor - Book 34 Pages 232-240 Quote 24~

WHEN NOT OUT ON CASTE BUSINESS

34.26

I recalled there was nothing on my collar, but that it would be recognized, for its black enamel, and that I would be returned to the court. I would be left, helplessly bound, by the court, presumably at the edge of the moat, before the then-raised drawbridge. Apparently no reward would be expected, or proffered. On the other hand, court slaves, when sent forth from the court, were commonly tunicked nondescriptly and opaquely, and put in a collar that did bear a legend. That legend, I was informed, would return me to an address unlikely to be recognized as having anything to do with the black court, from which address I would then be, in due time, returned to the court.

~Plunder of Gor - Book 34 Pages 232-240 Quote 26~

SLAVES TREATED ACCORDING TO CASTE HATED AND DESPISED REPUTATION

MOST WOULD AVOID CONFRONTATION

NOT UNCOMMON FOR GIFTS TO BE GIVEN

FREE WOMEN UNLIKELY TO STRIKE

34.28"The first girl will be pleased," said my companion. "Her switching cost him four tarsk-bits.""She was not recognized as being of the court," I said."Of course not," she said. "Even free women are unlikely to strike a girl in the black tunic.""Surely," I said, "those of the black caste, as others, purchase goods."

"Commonly," she said, "but when they are in the dark habiliments, it is not unknown for merchants, and others, unrequested, to force goods upon them, as gifts."

~Plunder Of Gor - Book 34 Pages 232-240 Quote 28~

THE BALANCE MAINTAINED BY THE COURT

34.27"Why now?" I asked."Our first girl," she said, "was not pleased to have been switched by Porus, the salt merchant.""We are seldom pleased to be switched," I said."He is not even a desirable master," she said."Oh," I said."It is not far," she said.

The salt in the local markets is obtained from the sea. Large pans are set forth with a thin film of sea water, which, as it evaporates, leaves the salt behind, which is then scraped together, and sent to the markets of the city.

"We are here," she said.The fellow looked up, quickly, shrewdly, from amongst the kegs of salt, amidst which he sat, and turned white."Tal, noble Master," said my companion, kneeling. "We would like a stone of salt."I knelt, too."That is four tarsk-bits," he said, cautiously."It is to be weighed out, carefully," said my companion."Four tarsk-bits," he said."Give the noble master the sack, that he may weigh out the salt," said my companion.I made to hand the sack to the fellow who was, I gathered, Porus, but he thrust it away."Four tarsk-bits," he said.

My companion then rose and I, decidedly uneasy, for we had not been given permission to rise, rose to my feet, as well. I knew nothing else to do.

"Come, Phyllis," she said. "There is nothing for us to do now but return to the court, and inform the masters that Porus, the salt merchant, he who deals near the east gate, declined to weigh salt for us."

She then backed away, a step or two, as did I, and turned to leave.We had scarcely gone three steps when Porus called out to us, "Wait, sweet kajirae," he said, "I did but jest."

Shortly thereafter we left his impromptu place of business, amongst the kegs, I bearing a bulging bag of salt, one which, we noted, bore well over a stone's weight of the sparkling mineral, sometimes called the diamond of the sea.

~Plunder of Gor - Book 34 Pages 232-240 Quote 27~

WHEN ON CASTE BUSINESS

OR IF PRIVATELY OWNED - A MASTERS DISCRETION

WHEN NOT ON CASTE BUSINESS

COURT SLUT, DRESSED NON-DESCRIPTIVELY

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