REVOLT ON GOR

By Rummah

Chapter 4: THE GUARD’S ENTERTAINMENT

I soon found myself alone and naked in the cell once again. As Grozney watched me being locked in my cell with a smile on his face, I looked down and noted fresh water had been placed in the two bowls at the far corner. But something was missing.

"How do you expect me to eat without a spoon?" I yelled at him.

"You do have hands, my dear," he laughed as he shuffled down the corridor with two sword-wielding guards behind him.

I looked down at the contents of each bowl. One held clean water, the other some kind of porridge. Just the sort of meal to be prepared in mass quantities and fed to a lot of prisoners or slaves. The bowls felt solid and I reached down to pick one up. It refused to budge, anchored to the floor. Those bastards had thought of every sort of humiliation possible. If I wanted food and water I’d have to get down on my knees and eat like a zoo animal. And I was sure some pervert had positioned himself just to watch me do so. The giant lizard had been a bigger shock than Gozney’s goon squad. No Hollywood special effects crew could’ve animated that monstrosity. It had stood there idly scratching the ground while its handlers stared in boredom at me. Furthermore, I didn’t think a Hollywood effects crew would have included the five-pound turd the creature had squeezed out a second after I’d arrived. It was without a doubt a carnivore and licked its razor-sharp teeth while it stirred in its harness.

"You have much to learn girl," the slaver had told me on the way back to the cell. "Unfortunately so does the man you struck. I had thought he was getting lazy. You were the perfect lesson for him. When he recovers, he’ll not be so careless on the job. I must say, it did surprise me how quickly you took him out. But no matter."

I sat there looking at my finely toned legs and tight waist. I’d been proud of my body. It had been the result of many hours on the training floor and in the gym. My reflexes were good where I wanted them, but maybe not where they should be.

I put my head to my knees and soon dozed off. It didn’t make sense to deprive my self of rest as well as food. A scattering woke me up some time later. The lamp had been allowed to burn while I slept allowing me to see what the commotion was about. There in front of me, eating out of my food bowl was a rat. A rat was disgusting enough, but this one was a little different from any I had ever seen before: growing out of its head was a pair of horns. It wasn’t till later that I learned that this was a common animal on Gor and was known as an "Urt". I was furious, appalled and not a little bit afraid. It also occurred to me that the thing might have been allowed to enter the cell to test my reactions. Fine enough, I’d give them a show. The urt had quit feeding when I’d looked up. Its own sense of warning must’ve been similar to that of the vermin from where I was from. I stayed perfectly still, trying to estimate how far away it was and whether or not my muscle reaction was up to the job. Satisfied, I let the thing go back to feeding. In one quick move I lashed out at it and slammed the urt against the wall. It had already stopped twitching by the time it hit the floor. I grinned and went back to sleep.

I hadn’t slept long when they came for me. I expected they would be there soon; whatever my captors had wanted to find out from my encounter with the rat-thing had been satisfied. The door was flung open to reveal three of Grozney’s thugs. Their swords and knives had been left behind. I was puzzled by this until the stupid grins on their faces told me what I needed to know.

I started to go into a defensive posture then stopped. They were looking at me confused. Then it dawned on me: they didn’t know. Who ever had sent them let the trio think I was another defenseless female who would cry, beg, and squirm as they took turns. If I acted dangerous, they’d leave me chained to the wall. On the other hand, if I pretended to be a scared rabbit, they might unfasten it from my collar so as not to spoil the fun. So I decided to play the part. I dropped to the floor and huddled my knees like a frightened catholic schoolgirl in a bad porn video.

Unfortunately the lead thug made the mistake of unlatching both ends of the chain from my neck collar. I assumed he thought it would heighten his "fun". When I looked up, the other two were smiling and unbuckling the belts from their tunics. Oh yes there were going to be some stories tonight.

I quickly discovered what an effective whip an iron chain can be. The first thug discovered that as well the moment he’d unfasten the chain. Actually, he found out what a good weapon it was after I’d slammed him up against the wall of the cell. The "defenseless woman" position is also a good one from which to attack an opponent.

The second had just finished dropping his belt when I wrapped the free end of the chain around his left shin. One pull through him into his companion; also beltless. I broke his leg in one clean snap.20 Not caring whether or not if the other two were able to intervene, I proceeded to whip the third wannabe rapist with the chain into a bloody heap while I yelled descriptions of his nighttime activities with certain barnyard animals. Then I tossed the unlocked cell door open and stepped into the corridor.

And found myself face-to-face with Grozney and two spearmen, both tips aimed at my throat from two inches away. I dropped the chain, It seemed my encounter with the three pigs in the cell had not been accidental. He smiled at me. "So much in just your first day here. Ah, well, I didn’t plan on training you for a white silk anyway."

I didn’t understand what he meant at the time but I would soon find out. They took me into a small room lined with furs, carpets, dim lamps and even a few chairs. I had the feeling the slaver used this room for his own amusements and that few outsiders were ever invited into it. Around the perimeter of the room rings were mounted in the walls, which puzzled me until I noted a few women tied to them. Incense filled the air. Grozney moved his corpulent body into a large chair in the middle of the room. As he did so, several women, naked save their collars, appeared out of nowhere and situated themselves around the chair. One, a brunette, held high a drink service. Another, a blond, presented him with a towel. A third formed herself into a human footstool in front of the chair. All three were in excellent physical shape and appeared to be a few pounds heavier than what the styles favored where I had come from. The chair faced a device whose purpose was obvious. It was made out of wood and had a series of pulleys and straps attached to it. It resembled a gynecologist’s examination table with the stirrups. Grozney’s chair faced it from the side to allow him a perfect view of the occupant. To the other side was a burning brazier for illumination.

Before I could put up a fight the guards shoved me into it. My arms were strapped into the upper part of it, my legs into the stirrups. Other straps were drawn tight against my head and waist. I was being held in a device built to immobilize a woman for one purpose. Then one of the guards pulled a level and my legs were thrust apart.

I won’t go into details. Just enough it is to say that Grozney paraded his entire staff into there to take turns on me. I refused the pleasure of them hearing me scream, although I nearly bit my lip through at one point. Even the guards I had beat up managed to make it in, although they weren’t able to do much. Filthy beast after filthy beast was hauled in to have a turn raping the new girl. Some took several rounds. At one point a bucket of water was tossed on me to make sure I stayed awake and clean.

Finally, Grozney hauled his stinking mound of flesh on me, but it seemed his little soldier just couldn’t stand at attention. I smiled at his fat face and he returned it with a slap. Finally he walked over to the brazier and with drew a smoldering poker from it. By the time he had branded me with the Gorean "K" for kajira, I was too delirious to even notice the act.

"She’s been quite a little war bird," he announced to the drunken staff, which’d started a party for the occasion. "I’m going to call her ’Tarnanda’". And so I acquired my Gorean name. The night the human part of me died, that part of me I’d brought from Earth. And the slavers of Gor would soon learn to harvest their crop of bondage. All I wanted to do was kill every one of them that night. Every rapist, every drunken onlooker, every monster who could do such a thing to a woman. But something told me from the inside to wait for a better opportunity.