Authors note: The idea of DC Comics super heroines on Gor comes from Theodoric of Yorks marvelous tale: A Cat and Fiddle: a Cat and a Bat on Gor.(1) He and I have conferred so that this story and its sequels, The Princess and the Mercenary and Birds of a Feather, could be set in the same fictional Universe. I also employed background events found in stories posted on the Mr. X website. These are footnoted as they occur. This story follows the events of Supergirl Fallen (2) and Catwomans Prey (3) by Citizen Bane. The events of The Domination of Wonder Woman (4) and Wonder Woman II (4a) by Mr. X and Wonder Womans Other Adventure (5) by P Mason are also assumed to have happened in Wonder Womans past.

A general pattern of events similar to the Missions of Supergirl (6) series is mentioned in the opening chapters. I was unable to directly employ those stories because Theodoric and I could only incorporate so many such tales of super heroine woes and still make them fit with Theodorics original story about Batgirl and Catwoman on Gor. I nonetheless stand greatly indebted to RWs imagination.  

 

Disclaimer: Gotham City, Paradise Island, the IADC, the JLA, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Supergirl, Superman, Batgirl, Black Canary, Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Wonder Woman are the copyrighted property of DC Comics. The Priest Kings, Lurius of Jad, Samos of Port Kar and the rest of the culture, politics, and geography of Gor are the copyrighted property of John Norman. NO PART of this work may be used for ANY sort of sale or profit. This is a parody for entertainment purposes only. It is my hope that this will spur even greater interest in both these fictional milieus.  

 

Disclaimer2: Events from the most recent Gor books serve as political background in this story. Theodoric and I also assume secret communications exist between the Priest Kings and some of the governments of Earth, since the carnivorous Kurii represent a common enemy. No attempt is made to be consistent with current issues of DC Comics. The powers and weaknesses of Wonder Woman and Supergirl are taken from a long since superceded DC Comic Universe and Princess Dianas origins are dramatically reinterpreted in our stories. 

 

Prologue 

 

The man in the gray suit was surprised to see the tall brunette at the foot of the staircase. For more than a week He had been watching her building, ever since he had received word of a gorgeous blonde submissive living with her. In that time the big raven-haired dyke had left her home each day before sunrise and never returned until well after sundown. The slave runners plan had been to abduct her blonde pet just after darkness fell, and spirit the slut to the pickup point by Midnight.

During his covert surveillance of her condominium apartment Markus had learned that without her mannish business attire the government drone was an exceptionally beautiful woman of indeterminable age. She had an amazing hourglass figure and truly wonderful legs. Even so, she wasnt suitable for Gorean slavery: she was too old by at least a decade, too tall by nearly a foot, and generally unfeminine in attitude and manner as far as Markus had been able to determine.

For the slaver, the clincher was her highly sensitive government job. Although his Kurii backers encouraged enslaving women from the upper crust of Western Society, Markus made it a point to avoid anyone whose kidnapping might trigger a public investigation into his activities. However much the brunette might wish to raise a fuss about the loss of her pet, fear of exposure of the relationship between them would ensure her silence.

Until this unforeseen complication Markus had thought he had found a perfect target. His informant at the police station had told him that the smaller blonde was sluttish and pre-trained to sexual obedience. Having observed her through an open window Markus knew that she was almost flawlessly beautiful in the way that men of Gor found most appealing. He also knew that the flaw would make her an extremely valuable collectors item. Until he saw the returning brunette his operation had gone flawlessly.

He had stepped out into the corridor to start scouting the halls for activity. His men were ready to carry the shipping crate down the stairs of the building to the waiting van. He would have descended the stairs to scout the second floor had not the owner of the top floor appeared unexpectedly. Cursing his luck, Markus realized that he could not simply delay her: she was almost to the door of her apartment. He would have to take her down and then drug her to scramble her memory of events.

He turned his head more toward the wall as he descended and moved to one side to let her pass. Just before their hips would have brushed he fired the TASER-like device his alien employers had provided. She went down, but remained conscious. There was anger in her face rather than pain or fear. To his even greater surprise, she didnt yell for help but tried to fight him despite the temporary paralysis of her legs.

She was amazingly strong for a woman. Only by using all the strength of his 277-pound body was he able to grab and hold her hands together and shove her face down on the carpeting. He knelt on her back to bind her wrists with quick-tie plastic bands. This time the woman did scream.

She had been groaning, No! No, not again, as he overpowered her struggles and yanked her arms behind her back. At the distinct sound of the plasti-cuffs going tight the big brunette shrieked, Kara, help me; Im in the corridor at the top of her lungs. With speed and skill honed by decades of practice Markus quickly used her hair to gag her, following up with a quick-tie to keep his makeshift gag in place.

He scooped up the squirming woman and carried her immediately from the hallway into her apartment. To his complete amazement he saw that the blonde, whom hes assumed was completely restrained and sedated, was standing before him with legs spread apart, hands on her hips, and her breasts proudly out-thrust. Even without a costume the pose and form were familiar. Oh shit, he said to himself, the blonde submissive is Supergirl. The young Kryptonian crime-fighter been gone so long he and his allies had assumed she was off the planet or dead. Put down my Mistress Supergirl ordered.

Then Markus realized that the way the blonde crime-fighter held her head was deferential rather than challenging. When their eyes met she lowered hers with a blush. He knew that mannerism well; it was that of a slave before a free man. When they had let themselves in earlier this girl had obeyed every command given her, all they had had to do was use the slave name she had given to the authorities.

He gave Superslut an order to kneel. She hesitated briefly then assumed the position of a pleasure slave. He smiled. Even though she was one of Earths cursed super heroines, the girl before him was now a slave in her heart.

Unfortunately, that did him little good. The lithe blonde was in no way suitable for transport to Gor. If he took Supergirl there his employers the Kurii would eat him alive, literally. Even if they chose to be merciful, their enemies the Priest Kings would want to incinerate him in a pillar of blue flame. It appeared his mission was a bust.

Out of sheer curiosity Markus asked the identity of the incredibly lovely woman still struggling in his arms. She was probably some super villainess; anyone who played dominatrix to Supergirl was probably superhuman as well.

That is Princess Diana of Themyscira. The people of this planet know her as Wonder Woman.

Markus almost dropped his burden in panic. He was holding the number one enemy of his profession. One of his men incredulously asked Supergirl If she is Wonder Woman, then why is she restrained by a mere strip of plastic? The girl with the childlike _expression and womans lush body hesitated to answer him. He had to command her knowledge.

It is said to be a curse by the gods who created her race. Should a man succeed in tying or shackling her wrist bracelets together an Amazon becomes a normal woman in terms of strength. Everybody knows that. Its in all the stories about her. I am not sure what happens to her other powers.

Markus laid Wonder Woman down on the floor and knelt on her recovering legs to restrain them. He worked his hands underneath her civilian power suit. Although she bucked and writhed wildly, she could not prevent him from pulling down her silk thong underwear and fingering her sex. She was tight but wet enough to admit his fingers easily. She had a slaves reflexive responsiveness.

Then tell me, Superslut: is there any reason why I may not safely take her to Gor to be a kajira? he asked the nude Supergirl. She was looking very uncomfortable. What was happening to her mistress was both distressing and arousing for her. He could smell her slave heat.

I do not know whether she will ever be an obedient slave, but she confided to me that men who tried to dominate her have often made satisfactory lovers up to the point where she outsmarted them and escaped. I suspect that is because she found bondage arousing, just as I do. When asked why she was betraying her mistress she replied, Diana was trying to be my friend rather than my mistress. I dont want to be free; I just want to live without the constant pain of the restraints my last master used.

Markus chuckled; he had finally seen a way out. She is your Mistress no longer, she is my slave, as are you, Superslut. Tell me where to find her Magic Lasso. To his amusement, Superslut knelt in submission to him before she answered his question.

With the lasso in hand, Markus went to work on both his captives. Diana Prince spread her legs for him and each of his men, and then left her place of residence believing that she was in the company of trusted colleagues from her Government agency.

Supergirl was then tied up in bonds even she could not break and ordered to forget that anyone else had been in the townhouse since Diana Prince had left for work in the morning. As a means of better covering his tracks in case someone finds Superslut before he can return to claim his new slave, Markus also ordered her to forget that Diana Prince was Wonder Woman.

When Markus returned, he would learn why the men at the precinct house had not believed this blonde was Supergirl. That knowledge, combined with the Magic Lasso, would allow him to make the juicy blonde slut his totally abject slave for as long as he wished. He suspected that it would prove very sweet to fuck her.

As for his newest prize, he would have to sell her to just the right market. She would be as difficult a woman to break to the collar as one could imagine, but a truly clever slaver should be able to judiciously exploit her vulnerabilities. Because of her beauty and lineage as a Princess of the Amazons she could eventually be auctioned for the highest price any slave girl had ever brought.  

 

CHAPTER ONE: DREAMS AND MEMORIES 

 

Diana awakens, but cannot move. Every part of her seems to be restrained in some way except her eyes. Clear glass walls surround her and a breath mask is locked on her nose and mouth. Her hands are restrained together and so she lacks the strength to free herself. She knows she will have to wait for a better opportunity.

The sight that meets her eyes is horrifying. She recognizes the hull design of a Kurii scout ship. She and roughly sixty other beautiful women are its current cargo. The glass tubes are packed like sardines in a can. Her memories are fuzzy. She recalls mistakenly attacking an agent of the IADC who had come to her condo to talk about a mission for Wonder Woman. She remembers apologizing by having sex with the three-agent team, then leaving Supergirl behind so that they could talk privately.

Wait a minute. She thinks. That doesnt make any sense. The IADC doesnt know that Diana Prince is Wonder Woman. And Diana Prince would never have had sex with her colleagues. Somebody used a magic lasso on me! Those government agents must have been Kurrii Slavers and poor confused Supergirl must have told them where I hide my lasso when Im in civilian clothes.

She remembers now that Diana Prince had found herself with unexpected time on her hands because her supervisor wanted to attend his sons tenth birthday party. She had stayed in her office long enough to clear her desk of pending paper work then taken the rest of the day off as her boss was doing. Even with the heavier traffic she had reached the three-story building where she lived at 6:45 rather than her usual 8:30 or later.

As she had driven home she had pondered the fates of Batgirl and Supergirl. A couple of years before, the Maid of Might had disappeared for four weeks only to reappear at a botched bank robbery. Rather than freeing the hostages Supergirl had been herself taken hostage and only the intervention of the SWAT team ended her rape by the bank robbers. She had flown away, wearing the tattered remains of a strange version of her costume (FN2); she was not seen again until almost two years later when the Brooklyn Police searched the house of a man arrested for trying to buy controlled substances.

Supergirl had fallen prey to a Dr. Rancor, a rogue scientist who figured out how to alloy Kryptonite with more common metals. With Kara Zor-El restrained in a way that negated her strength and invulnerability, Catwoman and her gang had raped and tortured the Kryptonian into submission to her Master.(FN2) They had even used her to try to break Batgirl as well. (FN3) Fortunately, Batgirl had eventually escaped the brothel keeper to whom Catwoman had given her. Unfortunately, Batgirl and her secret identity were missing in action at present and Batman believed that she had fallen into the hands of Gorean slave-takers. (FN1)

Supergirls defeat had been so simple. What Dr. Rancor had done was blend just a small amount of Kryptonite into rings, which had pierced Supergirls body. That negated Karas super strength without otherwise compromising her health. Krytonite alloy buckles for her collar and for wrist and ankle bands did the rest. Supergirl, who had never really learned to fight without her super powers, became a helpless woman, chained and raped and beaten and experimented upon without her consent. (FN2) Diana had found the results of one of those experiments both fascinating and horrifying.

Diana had gone to a Brooklyn police station in Wonder Woman costume to investigate a blonde womans claim to have once been Supergirl. She had found a cringing slavish girl, who had insisted on calling her Mistress. That first night, after the 5 rings of Kryptonite alloy were at last removed from Supergirls nipples, navel, and labia, Diana had rocked Kara gently against her breasts as the Kryptonian had sobbed and whimpered.

I couldnt do that for myself, Mistress. I tried so many times at first but the rings were too strong for me to bend. They always stung and I hated being so helpless. I once swore to be good and asked my Master to remove them but he just punished me terribly for asking. He said that as Superslut I was only fit to be his fuck toy and that I wasnt ever to be a super heroine again.

Then in the station house I was ashamed to ask anyone to help. The matrons looked at me like I was a prostitute. I wasnt; I was only a sex slave. I never got any money for it.

You can tell me about it in the morning, darling. Its time to rest now, Kara.

Im Superslut now, Mistress. I dont have another name. I think Kara died the day Catwoman made me rape Batgirl. I didnt want to do it; really I didnt, but the night before I was punished so horribly with Krytonite pins that I couldnt bring myself to refuse. Then she worked on my cock with her hand until I didnt want to say No; I only wanted relief for my overwhelming sexual need.(FN3)

Among her unpublicized adventures, Diana had once been the captive of Nazis who wanted to make her a breeding cow for the Master race.(FN4a) They had broken her temporarily (FN4). Wonder Woman therefore had some idea of what Supergirl had been subjected to. She didnt yet know about Dr. Rancors modifications to Supergirls body; Diana assumed the cock was some sort of double-ended dildo. Hush, love. It will all be better in the morning, she told her troubled young friend.

But Supergirl had not stopped sobbing, not until after Diana had gently kissed her face and stroked her hair as though Kara was a child. To Wonder Womans shock Supergirl kissed back, gripping Dianas dark hair and locking her lips with Wonder Womans. Tears were still pouring from Karas eyes but her limbs had regained much of their former strength. Diana was in a nightgown; without her magical belt she was far weaker than the smaller blonde.

There are no men on Paradise Island, only strong beautiful women most of whom experiment with lesbian love at some time in their centuries long lives. Diana was no exception, but she had learned that kissing an attractive man was far more intoxicating. Nevertheless she was far from unmoved by the feel of Karas soft wet tongue against her lips. For all her strength and desperation Supergirl was a gentle lover.

Diana parted her lips and sought to give comfort to the abused woman in her lap. She brought her hand to the back of Supergirls head to steady it for the return kiss. Their tongues dueled and one of Karas hands slid down Wonder Womans silky dark locks to brush against her arms and then her ribs before settling at the side of Dianas D-cup breast.

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM had moaned Wonder Woman and she had lain down on the couch and rolled her body to give Kara freer access to the nipple and to gain better access to Supergirls gravity defying C-cup boobs. Neither woman spoke in words as the kiss went on and on while hands stroked and cradled and gently squeezed. Inch by inch, Dianas right hand worked its way down Supergirls taut belly to the golden curls at the junction of her legs.

AAAAAAHHH YEEESSSS! Supergirl cried out in sudden climax and broke the kiss. Her mouth moved irresistibly to Wonder Womans rock-hard nipple. Then it was Dianas turn to moan in ecstasy. Gentle lips and teeth were accompanied by suction more powerful than an ordinary person could create. By Hera, you are wonderful at this!

As she remembers these events Dianas heart rate has increased and her skin has become flushed. The monitoring equipment picks up on the changes and automatically the amount of sedative in her breathing mixture increases until she drifts back into sleep and then into complete unconsciousness once more.

Wonder Woman has an unblemished public record of victory but in the past her opponents have gained temporary advantage over her. In her dreams are memories of the experience of those defeats: including the time she was impregnated and gave birth to an alien monster (fn5). Due to the effects of the Magic Lasso her conscious mind retains only what she has chosen not to forget. Some of the experiences were so truly horrendous that only by forgetting them could she face that same foe free of fear. It is only at night, in her nightmares, that memories of wounds and rape and torture haunt her. Now she struggles to fight such nightmares with memories of better times: times such as her week with Supergirl as her lover.

Thank you, Mistress, Kara had replied to Dianas praise of her pussy licking.. Catwoman taught me very carefully. I am ashamed at how easily I was defeated, but I am no longer ashamed of my skill.

My name is Diana, Kara. Call me Diana

Yes, Mistress Diana, I shall do as you say.

Though appalled at the extent to which Supergirl had been broken to slavery, Wonder Woman decided to say nothing further until morning. She returned to teasing Supergirls pudenda. She felt the prominent clitoris swell in her hand. Startled, she pulled back and looked down; Karas clit looked like a small dildo! It was 4 inches long and shaped roughly like a penis. The former blonde crime-fighter saw the _expression on Dianas face and broke into heaving sobs.

"What is the matter, Kara?

Its so ugly, Mistress Diana. I used to be so very pretty all over and now Im this freakish super powered fuck toy. Ill never be a normal woman again. Ill always be desperately needy for sex and then when I most want it I grow this hideous thing between my legs.

Kara continued talking but her sobbing made her words incoherent to Diana. All Wonder Woman could do was hold the woman-childs head against her breasts and let her babble and cry. She didnt know what else to do except curse the evil men and women who had ravaged this innocents body and poisoned her mind with lies. Kara Zor-El, who was human and yet much more than human, could no longer think of herself as a person.

Suddenly Diana knew what she had to do. She asked Kara, what happens if I kiss you there?

It will feel incredible for me. It can get twice as long as it is now and the nerves will get even more sensitive. If touched long enough it spurts cum. Actually, nobody but me has ever kissed me there. They made me lick myself at first, but once I was now longer embarrassed to do that, I was forbidden to do it ever again. Last night, in the jail cell I couldnt help myself. Please dont punish me, Mistress Diana. PLEASE dont stick pins in it; I wouldnt be able to bear that.

I wont punish you, my little love. Im going to kiss you there so that you will understand that your body is even more beautiful to me now that you can use it to bring me full satisfaction.

Wonder Woman began with gentle fingers. She quickly discovered that it was hypersensitive its whole length. Supergirl thrashed and moaned as her clit/prick swelled within Dianas hand until it was just over eight inches long and a little over an inch thick. Diana kept her initial distaste to herself and touched her lips to the swollen head. Supergirl climaxed powerfully and kept on coming as Wonder Womans full lips closed around the spurting prong and sucked up the discharging fluid.

Diana saw the _expression of utter joy on Karas face and wondered how long it had been since the girl had enjoyed an orgasm that was not tainted with fear or pain or humiliation. Curious to see what would happen, she locked her arms under Supergirls thighs and took the elongated clitoris fully into her mouth and throat.

Supergirl rose off the couch, literally. The pair swooped and twirled while the blondes cries of pleasure/pain shook the walls of the room. She spurted and spurted and spurted so much cum that Diana could no longer hold her breath and had to pull her mouth free.

Kara lay on the ground, her super muscles exhausted temporarily by the spasms of her body. Oh thank you, Mistress Diana. I have never felt anything like that before. Not even with my cousin.

You made love with Ka-El? That was news to Wonder Woman.

It wasnt making love. We were forced to fuck one time as a sick experiment. (FN6) He was half-dead from kryptonite poisoning and under the influence of some sort of red kryptonite effect. I was all weak and woozy from the same stuff so I wasnt able to get away when men in power suits forced him inside me. I wasnt ready at all; it was the most painful rape of my life.

What did it feel like? Wonder Woman could not help but try to satisfy her curiosity.

At the end, once I was finally aroused and slick, it was stupendous. He got harder and harder until he felt like a rod of steel covered with warm skin. It ended as the most completely satisfying sexual experience of my life.

Didnt your college boyfriend make you come? Diana knew that the answer was Yes but wanted Kara to remember that as well.

Yes, Richard did. In fact, Im not sure that I can be penetrated there without coming. Its just that I cant really let go if I have my super strength and besides that, regular guys dont leave me sated. Unless I pass out from exhaustion, I always seemed to want more. Dr Rancors experiments only made that worse. When Superman came it left me feeling completely satisfied.

The conversation made Diana horny, and a little worried about her physical safety if Kara was fully in the thrall of an orgasm. Then a solution occurred to her. Kara still had the wrist and ankle cuffs with the Kryptonite in the buckles. The results were just what Wonder Woman wanted. Supergirl was stronger, but not so much as to injure an Amazon. Her mind was firmly under Dianas control. She took Karas hand and led her into the bedchamber.

Diana Prince took the next day off; Supergirl needed her more than the IADC. Wonder Woman got the blonde twenty-something super heroine talking and discovered that Supergirls problems with sex and domination had begun well before she fell into Catwomans hands. When Kara was just 19, a trio of rogue scientists developed a formula for synthesizing the effect of Kryptonite on Superman and Supergirl. While the initial attempt to rape a captured Supergirl to death with a spiked Kryptonite dildo failed, it left traces of the poison inside her body.^{(FN^)}

I wasnt at full strength ever again. Villains I had never heard of started to beat me up and I would feel pain from their blows. Some of them even bruised me so badly I begged them for mercy.^(FN7) Meanwhile I kept falling prey to magic as well.(FN6) Because of where the stuff was lodged I lost full control over those muscles so it was much easier to penetrate me than it should have been. I was planning to visit a red star system to get cleaned out when Catwoman and Dr Rancor grabbed me.

Once synthetic Kryptonite began to spread throughout the high tech underworld, the still relatively inexperienced Supergirl became a favorite patsy. She was simple to capture and rape and she could be tortured indefinitely until she yielded to the will of stronger minds. For all her supposed power, the Maid of Might was just a child, a college kid at the mercy of monsters.

When Dr Rancor told me in his basement that he had taken away my superpowers for good, a part of me was relieved. Especially since I was already used to being a fuck toy.

You are not a fuck toy any more, Kara. It is now time for you to remember and relearn how to be a person again. Maybe someday you will want to be a crime-fighter again. For the present you should just concentrate on being a woman with a mind of your own. Evil people have done everything they could to make you sick. Now good people will do what it takes to make you well again. This time we wont stop until you are completely well. I swear it by Hera.

They had kissed again and this time Supergirl had been the sexual aggressor. Diana had known a moment of thrilling terror at the strength of the smaller womans embrace, yet fear soon gave way to overwhelming pleasure as she was skillfully and forcefully ravished by someone who stopped and started at Dianas direction. Later, Diana put on her power belt and their love play had continued the rest of the day and long into the night.

As she had been driving home that last day on Earth Wonder Woman had been chuckling to herself. You are becoming such a slut, Princess, and your friend isnt getting any better. She is simply falling in love with a kind and gentle mistress. On the other hand, its so glorious to be able to take a lover as Amazons used to do. Its even better to be taken by her at the height of my powers, the way I really am. I finally now understand how mother could take Hercules into her bed.

Maybe Ill have Kara wrap me in my lasso tonight and pretend shes Superman tearing off my costume. I couldnt trust any man to do that but I can trust her completely. Its just wonderful to work with a woman who comes while shes penetrating me. And best of all she never gets tired or bored while caressing me. If I see Dr Rancor Ill have to thank him for what he has created.

She remembers those thoughts and even in her dreams they make her furious with herself and with those who corrupted Supergirl so thoroughly. I was supposed to offer Supergirl understanding and support and instead I sexually molested her, too. Im little better than the men who have chained my hands or drugged me in order to rape me, or that loony Countess who tried to breed me to her Nazi studs.

She had been debating whether it would be ethical to use her Magic Lasso to compel Supergirl to come to Paradise Island for treatment when she had seen the broad-shouldered man at the top of the stairs. She owned the only apartment on the third floor so anyone up there should have business with her. Instead, this man pointedly ignored her.

She was braced for some sort of physical attack but the threat took an unexpected form and came a split second before she expected trouble to begin. Something like an electrical charge raced through her body into the metal railing in her left hand. Her legs went numb and she fell forward, her fingers still clenched around the railing. She remembers fighting with her Amazons strength and skill but deciding not to become Wonder Woman before the mans eyes. That split-second decision to protect her secret identity sealed her fate.

The rest of the events are blurry. She remembers Supergirl submitting to the kidnappers and then a short orgy in which Karas mouth and Princess Dianas pussy satisfied each of the men twice over. Only in her dreams does the rest make sense. Leaving her panties on the floor, she had redressed herself and walked calmly downstairs to a green van, stopping along the way to tell her neighbors that there had been a false alarm, that men from her government agency had surprised her into calling for unnecessary help

In the van the huge man, whom she finds quite sexually attractive but knows now she should not have trusted, gave her a breath mask and instructed her to take deep breaths. In her nightmare Wonder Woman sees herself in the van and screams a warning. But Diana Prince is excited about being involved in a field mission and follows the instructions fully. The world goes black.

Diana of Themyscira wakes up screaming into her breathing mask. Immediately more sedative is injected into her intravenous feeding line. Her body fights against the sedative until something yet more powerful is injected, GHB. As she drifts into unconsciousness she remembers Supergirls description of Ka-Els prick. Her legs relax and her wetness flows as she imagines taking him into her tight but flexible feminine channel. She dreams of being held by a man whose grip she cannot break. She dreams of orgasms an order of magnitude stronger than any which have been forced upon her in the past. She pictures herself collared and kneeling at his feet. In her dreams she is smiling.

CHAPTER II: CERTAIN EVENTS IN A SLAVERS HOUSE 

 

Wonder Woman awakens in darkness; the pain in her cramped muscles has pulled her from exhausted sleep yet again. She is kneeling and bent over. Her hands are cuffed together and the chain between them is looped over a bar of the top of her small cage. She can touch her breasts to the straw beneath her knees but she cannot rest her weight on the floor. Nor can she straighten up because the ceiling bars prevent that. The bars on one side of the cage are so wide that her head sticks out between them. She wants to pull it inside but there is no room. She can feel the opposite wall of the cage against her bottom.

From time to time men have entered the room to examine her. She had raged and cursed as they thrust objects into her body and jotted down notes. They used a language she recognizes, but does not yet speak well. It is the common language of Counter-Earth, known in supposedly fictional stories as Gor. She does not have to be told that this is a slavers house. No other location fits the facts.

The flying saucer had debarked it cargo in a broad meadow. The air had smelled different and the gravity had been noticeably weaker. She had overheard (but could not translate) a long conversation between one of the men who had kidnapped her and a stranger in green robes. Papers had changed hands and she was given an injection that put her back to sleep.

Since landing on Gor she has drifted in and out of consciousness. This is the third time she has been awakened since being enclosed in the torture cage. She does not bother to call for attention. Men have come and gone as they pleased; speaking only made her more dehydrated.

Unknown hours later, the green clad man strolls in. He carries a lamp of a type not yet developed on Earth. He looks at her closely, with great attention to detail yet without a flicker of sexual or personal interest. It is the same way an experienced coroner looks at a corpse. Finally, he asks her if she knows where she is.

He spoke in English and Wonder Woman decides that what knowledge she has of Gors primary language would be best kept a secret. She replies in English with a lie. Yes, but the chain of events still puzzles me. How did I get to a Gorean slavers house? My last clear memory is that I was apologizing for slugging one of my colleagues.

Think about it. You will figure it out eventually, Diana of Themyscira. Your body shows surprisingly little atrophy given that it has been unconscious for the better part of two hands of days. I am of the Physicians. Tell me how you feel.

Although she bristles at the mans command where a request seemed called for, she tells him she feels weak and stiff and thirsty and very hungry. She also asks, Was I fed intravenously?

Not by this house. You are here to be prepared for resale. Do you know what is involved, Princess Diana?

My people have a long written history. We remember a time on Earth when people where bought and sold as cattle are today.

You will find that our methods are more advanced, but the result is not fundamentally different. Once you have received a certain minimum of basic training we will auction you as a barbarian kajira.

You cannot expect to make me a slave. I am an Amazon, the eldest daughter of the Queen of my people.

We have such woman on Gor. They have thus far proved to make excellent slaves. The fortunes of war are unpredictable. The daughter of the Ubar of Ar became a slave for a man of the Peasants for several years. The free lady who would have companioned our Ubar is now a kettle girl in Port Kar. You will prove no different from her in the end.

He continues speaking as he moves to the door. The straw is called rence and it can provide both calories and moisture. If you wish additional water you must call the men who bring it Master.

How long will I be kept like this? Though she suspects that he will chose to leave her in doubt, there is a chance that he might say something to give her hope or additional courage.

Only until you request to begin your training as a Gorean slave girl. Then you will be branded and collared as the kajira you became the minute you set foot on Gor.

I would rather starve.

A kajira is not given that option. It is a simple matter to tip your cage so that your throat is vertical and force-feed you. Good bye, slave girl.

* * * *

Three hands of days later Chandor, the owner of the House of Anwar, confers with his principal staff. His tall barbarian kajira is eating the rence but refusing all water. Despite her chained hands she fights like a larl each time her cage is cleaned. So to sum the situation up, the girl is no closer to resale than the day she was brought to us the master slaver comments. Then he turns to the head physician of his slavers establishment. Vikan, you should never have believed Markuss agent when he told you that this was just another panther girl to be tamed.

I was mistaken, Chandor. Both her body and her will are exceptionally strong; it is as if she is truly of the warriors rather than a female. I feel certain now that we should employ drugs to break down her mental resistance.

The massive dark-skinned man can hold his peace no longer. This is all premature. She hasnt even been taught the whip yet. Her skin is quite soft and highly sensitive. It shouldnt matter that she is practically 100 per cent muscle; the whip will tame her.

But how many strokes will it take you, Hakim? Twenty? Thirty? Forty? It is my opinion as one of the Physicians that this girl will not yield until you have scarred her with the lash and we cannot give the lash to the auctioneer at the Love Festival. Again I say that drugs are the only plausible option to begin her training. Once we start I can heighten her sensitivity to pain enough that she will respond to a few blows of a slave whip.

Master, there is another approach. She is not yet branded, but even now slave fire is hot in her belly. It is obvious that her confinement is now causing great discomfort. We should let her out for some sexual exercise then put her in something that is even smaller and less ventilated. That will remind her that she is a woman and show her the advantages of cooperation.

The woman who has spoken is a slender blonde with pale skin but dark Mediterranean eyes. Four centuries ago she had been an Italian countess captured by pirates. When her elderly Muslim husband died she was not given a dowry but was placed on the slave block in Malta. It turned out that the man who purchased her was a visitor from Gor. Though still a slave, she is high in the councils of Chandor, the new owner of the House of Anwar. He always considers her words with great care.

Ordinarily, the right way to break a barbarian to slavery is to show her that she is no different from any other collared slut on Gor. Chandor begins. But in this case we actually want to achieve something rather different. Her price will be higher the more arrogant and untamed she appears to be on the auction platform. Yet we will not get that high price if she appears completely uncontrollable; we must demonstrate in some way that our barbarian princess is a natural slave. To do that I am willing to authorize some unprecedented risks with this slave.

Each of you has made some good points. He continues, I have a few suggestions of my own. Our time is limited now so our focus will be upon forcing enough cooperation from her body so that we can teach it the absolute basics. Her mind will no longer be a concern of this house. We will offer this Amazon slut two choices: one will be Lumas tutoring in slave skills with the absolute minimum of what our princess would consider degradation. The other will be that we do our best to bring her worst nightmares of slavery to life.

What specifically do you have in mind? Hakim asks.

Luma hangs her head after Chandor finishes. Her face had gone white partway through his instructions and she does not want her Master to see the tears of pity she is fighting to hold back. At one point Hakim had whistled in appreciation at the chief slavers deviousness. The physician begins to mentally inventory his supplies and calculate the cost of replenishing them.

That night Diana lies in the arms of one of the six male slaves who have raped her into unconsciousness. Her back is lacerated from six blows with the heavy lash, and her left thigh aches from a fresh brand. The rest of her body is welted and bruised, including her face. Crazed by the physicians drugs, the kajirus were completely without restraint in their lust-crazed violence. She wasnt sure, but she thought one might have bitten off part of her earlobe. Through it all, the master of the house had watched impassively. Only at the end had he showed satisfaction that his orders had been carried out.

The following morning Hakim carries Diana to another cell. She is awake but in little condition to stand or walk because the day before the black giant had used his full strength to rip her back and buttocks open with the glass braided into the fabric of the lash. She had cried out in agony with the third blow, but whenever Chandor asked her to agree to train she had shaken her head in negation. Vikan was right, Hakim reflects. This one has the shape and responsiveness of a pleasure slave, the height and musculature of a warrior, and the will of a Ubar. It is fortunate that she is also highly intelligent. Eventually she will cooperate with us. The alternative Chandor is presenting to her is simply too awful for her to do otherwise.

Hakim sits the unresisting woman on a small table next to the bars of one wall. He ties her calves to the legs so that her crotch is right at the edge of the table. He quickly re-secures her hands to a chain looped around her waist. Then he shoves her back against the bars. She looks at him, her eyes glazed over with fatigue even though it is still early in the morning. She has not gotten more than two Ahn of true sleep--the male slaves had been too excited by her magnificent breasts and remarkably elastic cunt.

She protests feebly as he uses her thick curly raven hair to tie her so she cannot fall to either side. Should she start to doze, the pain will reawaken her. At Chandors order she is not to miss any part of what is to come. He reenters the cell and stuffs a wadded cloth in her mouth then uses a thin strip of leather to secure it in place. She will not interrupt Lumas work either. Now everything is as Chandor has directed.

Princess Diana watches as the room fills with slave girls and guards armed only with switches and whips. She watches and listens as they practice the postures the haughty blonde in red silk is showing them. Commands are given in Gorean but Luma and some of the guards give explanations and corrections in other tongues. The blonde woman and her demonstrators move with a rare combination of confidence and deference to the guards. On Earth, only born harem girls move that way.

Wonder Women expects the training to break into an orgy at some point but she is wrong. The trainees stand in front of mirrors, reciting a litany about what it means to be a slave girl on Gor. Luma and her assistants comment on their postures, their inflections and their pronunciation of the words. This goes on for what seems like hours and then food is brought in. One by one, each girl offers a cup of wine and herself to one of the guards. The wine is accepted but each girl is refused. Luma switches their bottoms for being insufficiently pleasing and then each girl kneels beside a male to be fed from his hand.

While the trainees allow themselves to be fed and then drink from bowls placed on the floor, the blonde comes over to speak to Diana. Its not worth the effort to try to buck a system that is 10,000 years old, Princess. You know that dont you? She pulls out the wadded cloth so that Princess, the slave, can answer her.

Some women are fit to be slaves, Luma. I am not. I am a princess of a people who have rejected slavery in all its forms for three millennia.

True, yet you have the sexuality of a natural slave. Though you are new to the collar you respond to male touch as one who has known slave orgasm. Given that your options come down to being repeatedly raped and beaten half-to-death or to accept my training I fail to see what you think your present course of actions gains for you.

What happens to me if I do cooperate?

Ultimately you go to the highest bidder at the Love Festival in four weeks time. You will dress in some parody of your costume as a super heroine of Earth. You will be expected to put on a show on the block to raise the interest of the bidders. The show is mostly stagecraft, but some portion of it will have to come from who you are. It is admittedly humiliating the first time it happens to a girl, but in your case I can promise you a great deal of advance rehearsal.

What must I learn?

We have four weeks left to teach you how to pretend to be a more docile slave girl than you are now. To pretend at all convincingly, Princess, you have to understand how a slave girl is supposed to act. It will be mostly my job to teach you that. We also teach courses here in sexual submission and sexual technique. In your case we plan to forgo most of them. You are more than a hundred years old, they tell me. My trained eye tells me that in that time somebody used your natural sexuality to break you. I also see that you are absolutely determined that it will not happen again, am I right?

Diana gave no answer, because to do so might give her opponent a weapon to use against her.

Well in any case, my Master thinks you will bring a higher price if he sells you with a fair amount of spirit left. Of course, if you wont cooperate his sole option becomes that of keeping you as long as it takes to destroy your mind and then selling that passion slaves body of yours in some future Love Festival. I dont know about you, but given your choice between eventual insanity and slavery I would chose slavery. With that observation Luma stuffs the gag back in Wonder Womans mouth and retightens the leather strip before walking back to her students.

We are finished here, except for our unwilling pupil. She had a rough night and needs to be cleaned up before the guards enjoy their afternoon treat.

The soap has a disinfectant in it that burns like lye. The brushes have stiff bristles that scratch painfully as the dried blood and sperm is scrubbed away. Compared to the lash, the pain is nothing. But Dianas resistance is low at the moment and she moans and whimpers as they clean the rapidly healing gashes in her back. What a baby Luma cracks and everyone in the room laughs except Wonder Woman, who blushes in humiliation.

When the slaves finish, Lumas assistants herd them from the room in the direction of the exercise hall. Four of the guards remain in the room with Luma and Wonder Woman. Hakim arrives to join them. Diana cringes at the expressions of unrestrained lust on the mens faces.

Lumas voice is now cold and harsh. Heres the deal, Wonder Whore. You're about to experience slave rape, Gorean style. Sometimes slave rape happens so fast you feel it more in your mind than in your body. Sometimes its so much like lovemaking you start to forget youre a slave in a Masters arms. But always its something you cant stop, or avoid, or control in any way. I will be here the whole time reminding you that you are now just a slave and to encourage you to fully satisfy each free man in the house of Anwar.

As Luma speaks the first guard is opening his tunic and laying it on the table beside Diana. Then he removes his loincloth to display a modest erection. Luma finishes speaking and kneels on the floor where a second man brings his sex to her mouth. Diana pays Luma no attention; her eyes are locked on the man standing between her bound legs. She wonders if it will be pain or pleasure that will be forced upon her.

The guardsman looks at the fantastically beautiful body before him and tries to ignore the battered face. He is short and squat and normally this slave would have towered over him. Tied and displayed as she is, Diana seems as small and feminine and vulnerable as any other Kajira. He touches her heat and finds moisture. Good, he thinks, We want to teach this princess that she is slave, not tear her channel with our thrusting. He pulls Wonder Womans nether lips apart with one hand and steadies himself with the other.

No! NOOOOO! the Amazon princess cries out as he sinks into her despite her efforts to tighten down against male penetration. Normally she would have been able to resist but she was used too harshly and recently by the male slaves. She is tight once more, but with her hands linked her muscles lack an Amazons strength and so her vaginal folds yield easily to his pressure. Once is he is fully seated the guardsman does the last thing she expects. He leans forward and kisses her.

Her bruised lips are gently, but inexorably, taken between his teeth and she realizes that they are at this mans mercy as well. She feels his strong calloused hands cupping her breasts, and that intensifies her feelings of utter helplessness. Yet to her further humiliation it is not despair that follows, but arousal. She is becoming more and more aware of how his sex pulses within her but neither moves in or out.

Suddenly she bucks at the feel of small fingers on her body. One strokes her clitoris; the other is borrowing into her anus. It is Luma. Move for him, slave girl. You know you want to and hes not going to move within you until you show him you want it. Diana tries her best to hold still but the trainers fingers simply make that impossible to do. Diana rolls her muscles like a belly dancer as few times and at last the guardsman begins to give her the internal stroking she craves.

Diana does not climax for the fat rapist, but she comes fairly quickly for the next man and almost immediately for the third; Lumas skillful fingers give her no way to resist. Then Luma steps away to restore one of the spent men and a fourth rapist moves into position.

This mans erection is bent oddly as it emerges from his body; it points straight at his chin. At his request Dianas hair is untied so that he can pull her flush against his chest. When he enters her she realizes why he did that. The guard does not so much thrust forward into her as glide himself up and down against her body. From breasts to loins and inside her pussy as well, a hard male body caresses her. Meanwhile, his lips fasten on hers and his tongue explores her gums and lips so skillfully that she wants to kiss back the man whose muscled arms have enveloped her in male warmth.

Wonder Womans Amazon body is reflexively receptive to violation when she is chained; it is a part of her heritage. Now, fatigued to the limit of her endurance, her mind is becoming receptive as well. This time her growing pleasure is not tinged with shame and in a matter of a few minutes she is climaxing vocally for the first time. This guard has excellent staying power and by the time he injects her with his seed Diana is again screaming into the cloth gag.

The slave rapes continue until Diana is barely conscious. At that point Hakim calls a halt to the proceeding so that she can be fed and watered. Immediately after that they begin working a string of beads into her bottom hole. She wants to cry out in protest, but the gag they have reinserted reduces her cries of rage, shock and discomfort to mere mumbles. By the time the 5^th marble is shoved inside she is squirming like an eel from the sensations. By the 7^th she is trying to beg them to stop. By the 12^th she is weeping from unrelieved sexual frustration.

Let her loose. Hakim orders and the guardsmen carefully unlock the cuffs. They shove Wonder Woman into the center of the room and depart. She is alone with the oversized slaver. Princess, he says using her slave name, we are going to settle the matter of which of us is a slave in this cell. Your choices are immediate submission or combat hand to hand. Should you lose to me, I will lash you again and then the rest of the men of this house will continue raping you. Should you win you will be allowed to plead your case with the Master of this House. It is he who will decide whether to use you for more branding practice or as a reward to male slaves or whether to simply sell you as you are.

What if I demand the Slaves Choice of death? On Gor there is a saying that a person who is truly free will chose death over slavery. Commonly, the only free choice offered to captives is immediate death. Once they agree to slavery, death is not again offered as an escape from their chains. The policy makes sense; a slave has a financial value, which a captive may not have.

You were very expensive as slaves go, He would probably choose to make your death as painful and degrading as he could. Chandor is not a merciful man. Nor will his Codes allow him to lightly accept such a large financial loss.

Then why should I bother to fight?

That is the first glimmer of wisdom you have shown in several hands of days, barbarian. More such wisdom is what you will learn in this house. Are you ready to fight?

No, I need to take these things out of my bottom first.

You are welcome to try. Hakim remarks as she reaches down to the string protruding between her buttcheeks.

Diana tries to get them out, she really does. But when one of the larger beads emerges the sensation which rocks her is so strong it buckles her knees. Hakim first stands and then kneels beside her, making it all worse. Wonder Woman cant fend him off with just one hand. His hands at her breasts and loins bring her such pleasure that in the end she is unresisting when he positions her for his penetration.

The beads still within her make Dianas vagina almost virginally tight so that despite her gushing moisture she doesnt believe that she can take all of him. The dark-skinned warrior seems so long and thick, and he keeps surging deeper and deeper within her with each thrust, filling and stretching her tired and sore channel. Hera, she cries out I cant take this, hes too big.

But of course he is not too big, and once he is inside all the way he pulls back slowly and surges back in just as slowly. After a few such strokes he starts to work the string of beads in and out of her. The mass of sensations that had once been Wonder Woman rears upright only to be forced back into her hands and knees by the dark-skinned giants hand on the back of her neck.

Wonder Womans hands are free but she has no way to fight against the man kneeling behind her except to push against the floor and attempt to rise against his pressure. Already exhausted, and with the waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure surging through her body, she doesnt have the strength or will to resist for long. Instead she bucks and sways her hips in a desperate effort to entice her dominating rapist to go faster.

Thats the way, slut. Give your master a good ride. Let go of your resistance and accept that you are just a hot juicing female with a masters sex within your body. Its okay to come now, in fact I order it.

Wonder Womans mind flashes back to when the Nazi Countesss rape machine had control of Dianas body while her sisters magic lasso enabled the Countess to command her emotions. She had come on command again and again. It had been humiliating and frightening and yet indescribably thrilling. There is no magic lasso this time, but Diana still chooses to relax and let her bodys sensations take over.

Hakim watches in fascination as his defeated captive displays a depth of sensuality only Luma had suspected was there. Diana starts to ripple her body from shoulders to knees and then back again and her words egg him on in the barbaric tongue of English. He thinks at first that she is trying to force him to come quickly but when she squeezes him in spasms of orgasm he realizes that she is concerned primarily with her own pleasure.

And pleasure there is. Wonder Woman screams out her sexual surrender and lets the emotional and physical floodgates open. She comes and then comes again in increasing quick succession. Feelings of utter bliss and powerlessness overwhelm every other facet of her being until in complete exhaustion she passes out cold. She had not even noticed that Hakim had pulled the last of the beads from her body as he was inundating her with his gushing sperm.

The chief trainer pulls himself to his feet and wonders what the hell he should do next. Had she submitted or fought me and lost? he wonders. She had resisted but struck no blows. In all honestly, the idea of using the lash on a woman is distasteful despite the physician Vikans assurance that she will heal by the festival. He decides to confer with Chandor before tying her to the whipping post.

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Diana regains consciousness in darkness; a hood of some kind covers the top half of her face. She can feel that her rectum is stuffed with something that feels similar to the string of beads but is slightly thicker. Something in her vagina buzzes whenever her inner muscles squeeze down upon it. She assumes it is a vibrating dildo. Her hands are not tied in any way, and yet she is powerless to remove the two tormentors because of a cage encasing her from the shoulders down.

She is back in that small cage in which she originally awakened on Gor only this time it is tipped so that her head is on top. Her teeth are held apart by a special form of gag with a hole down the middle. She whimpers in shame at what awaits her. That kind of gag has a special sinister purpose.

The Princess of Themyscira spends the rest of the day and most of the night that follows orally servicing the pleasures of men. She never once sees the faces of the men who erupt in her mouth or over her face. She never touches their bodies with anything besides her face or the inside of her mouth. Whenever she fails to use her tongue to enhance their pleasure or open her throat for a full penetration the vibrator inside her delivers an unpleasant shock. When she performs well it provides unwanted pleasure, making her degradation even more complete. She doesnt bother to count the men. All that matters is that she has been shown convincingly that her sexual service to the slavers is not hers to choose to grant or deny. As a slave she will be used as her masters direct.

No, she insists to herself at one point. I am not a slave, I am Diana of Themyscira. I am simply a prisoner here. I will not help them sell me as a trained animal.

Two days later Wonder Woman capitulates. It is no one large thing that forces her concession; it is simply the realization that she has no prospect of escape or rescue: nothing to look forward to but the routine of the previous days. Chandor has arranged for her total sexual exploitation for 48 hours with almost no pauses, followed by a day of rest and recovery before the cycle is repeated. They had even pulled out the rings and pins that had been forced through her nipples, nose, and navel only to reinsert them two days later.

After she is re-branded for a second time she is immediately lashed with yet another additional stroke added. When she loses consciousness from the pain, (which is enhanced by drugs given to her during force feedings,) they revive her by rubbing something into the raw skin of her back and thighs. Diana knows better by now than to try to endure this third lashing in silence. Each time before, any attempt to resist the pain had only made them swing harder. This time she screams and begs them to stop the whole time. It is, after all, what she wants: for the pain to stop.

A single guard leads the rubber-legged slave girl to a cage full of glassy-eyed male slaves already sporting erections. She thinks once more that she is more than 180 million miles from any help, without her magic equipment, completely alone. Pride hasnt protected her from slavery, it has only made her the practice dummy for the slavers whips and brands and sex organs. Surely her next owner will be better than Chandor who cares not a whit that she is beautiful or courageous or intelligent. He cares only that she helps him turn a profit some day.

The guard sees the tall kajira violently shaking her head, her eyes pleading above the gag in her mouth. He tightens his grip on her arm, expecting resistance. She does more than resist. She stomps her shackled feet on his and when he releases her to draw his whip she head-butts him so hard that the air rushes from his lungs. He goes down dazed.

When he recovers he sees the slave now standing over him. To his astonishment her hands, though still shackled at the wrists, are in front of her rather than behind her.^(fn8) He watches her reach up to untie the leather of the gag. He springs to his feet and this time it is his sword that he reaches to draw.

Wonder Woman throws herself at the guards knees and he goes down with bone-jarring force as something twists and possibly tears in his left leg. She lies on top of him so that it is difficult to draw his weapon and wraps the chain on her wrists around his neck and presses on his voice box so that he cannot call for help.

I want you to take me to Chandor. If you agree to do that and not tell him that I took you down like this, I promise you such sexual service as you have only dreamed about. Do you agree?

He nods carefully, thinking This crazy slave is prepared to kill me. As soon as he is back on his feet he tries to cuff her face for her insolence. To his surprise she blocks the blow and moves closer. Her strong hand grabs his testicles through the cloth of his toga. Naughty, Naughty. She taunts him. Then her voice becomes low and hard. I am a trained warrior several times your age. I have fallen slave but I need not grovel for the likes of you. Now take me to my master.

He is not here. The guard's voice is a squeak.

Dont lie to me. I just saw him.

That was Chandor. He owns this place of business but does not own you. He has taken gold to train you and will receive a commission on your sale.

Who owns me? Diana is thinking that it might be vitally important to know. It is not a good thing to be in the power of a completely unknown opponent.

I do not know. Your collar says only that you are a kajira named Princess.

Will Chandor know?"

When the hapless guard replies that Chandor would probably know, Diana released him. Then she strokes her hand against his bare thigh. Shortly afterward, in that hallway, for the first time of her own free will, Diana Princess of Themyscira uses her body to placate the wrath of a male.

About twenty Ehn later, Princess kneels before the chair of the Master of the House of Anwar and begs for the training of a Gorean slave girl. La kajira she tells him.

Chandor consents to her request. Then at his order Princess is tied hand and foot to the whipping post and beaten nearly to death with the lash for striking a free person. It takes the Amazon two days to regain enough strength to begin Lumas lessons. The scars on her back are completely healed a week after that but the unseen greater scars on her mind linger on.  

 

Chapter III: PREPARING VALUABLE PROPERTY FOR SALE.

Each day Princess learns more of the language and culture of Gor. She learns to speak as a slave does, without meeting the eyes or using the name of a free person when addressing them. She learns the trick of using the slave voice and speaking of herself in the third person so as to underline that she was now rightless property rather than a person in the eyes of others. Luma explained that not every free male insists on such forms of address but that free women are extremely easy to offend.

She learns of the laws that apply to slaves on Gor. They are worse than those of the American South in the 19^th Century. Diana thought at first that Gor must be a paradise for sadists and serial killers. She voices her concern to Luma one-day.

Ive been here a very long time, Princess Luma replies, using Dianas current slave name. I have never heard that this has become a problem. There are certainly masters who will destroy a slave for a small fault, but a reputation for that is a dangerous thing on Gor. We recognize the right of Kajira Challenge, and such duels can easily become fatal. The worst masters tended to be weeded out over time.

Serial killers of relative strangers are pretty much unheard of on Gor. Nobody ever seems to speak of them, and my position in this house lets me pick up most of the best gossip. Vikan, our house physician says that their absence is proof of the superiority of his culture over Earths.

Does he have an explanation to offer?

Luma switches to English Yes, but Im pretty sure that it wont satisfy you. Pornography, prostitution, sexual repression, and homosexuality are all but nonexistent here. The vast majority of even the educated classes wont know what you are talking about if you mention them. Slaves are inexpensive and so available that sex with them is both affordable and socially acceptable. Failing to pay a coin girl is no worse a crime than failing to tip a waitress on Earth.

Is there no crime here? Princess chooses to practice her Gorean.

Armed robbers and pickpockets are a big problem, and with no central government banditry in the countryside goes unpunished most of the time. We have murders for profit and social gain and there are what you would call crimes of passion from time to time, of course. We have less of them than on Earth because our medical care has wiped out infections and there are no firearms.

So the would-be victims have a higher survival rate?

Exactly right. What we dont seem to have are murders just committed for the thrill of it. If a man likes that he can become an outlaw or mercenary soldier. If we do have such killers then they must be covering their tracks extremely well.

You mentioned duels over slave girls. Why would anyone defend somebody elses slave girl?

Because kajiri are human females. To males we look perpetually young and pretty and in need of their protection. The urge to provide that protection is instinctive. I have been property for many, many years, but no man who looks at me fails to see a young girl of his species. Even on Gor, men of principle regard gratuitous abuse of slaves as evil. Those with courage are moved to defend the weak or helpless from such abuse.

Then why was I treated the way I was? Wonder Woman demands indignantly.

Luma breaks into laughter Because you are a slave, Princess, and this is the house of a professional slaver. You were disrespectful and uncooperative and disobedient so all of it was both punishment and instruction. None of it would be considered gratuitous here on Gor. Even now, everything done to you teaches you the wisdom and absolute necessity of submission to the will of a master or mistress.

I guess it does, Princess concedes.

While we are on this subject, I think you should be aware that your situation on this world is especially precarious. You are taller than most of the men here and just as strong as many of the strongest. The number of men who might intervene in your behalf will be corresponding much smaller. Also there is the danger that people will associate you with the panther girls of the Northern Forests. Free man in Cos and in most other cities want every last panther girl enslaved or returned to the free companionship from which she fled. They are regarded as a grave threat to Civilization here.

Why is that?

Number onethey have chosen to live as outlaws, without allegiance to any home stone. Number twothey rape men without first legally enslaving them, which is a terrible insult here. But I sometimes think the main objection to leaving them alone is that they masturbate and pleasure each other.

Why on Earth should that matter, Mistress?

Its a cultural thing, Princess. I cannot explain it any better. Gorean males are bombarded with sexual stimuli, but kajiri are available to relieve their resulting arousal. Free woman have it tougher, since they think they have to worry about being thought sluttish, but in a world with perfect birth control and no social diseases nobody objects to them literally choosing a one-time lover from the streets. The system seems to work

But I have read about free woman who have their female slaves pleasure them.

And in this city the penalty for that is enslavement. The only time such a thing might be permitted in most cities is in some form of slave dance. Is it possible that one or both of the women as from Earth?

Yes, I believe they both were.

Well, there you have it. Luma switched back to English. The plain facts as they were explained to me are that the male population of Gor all but completely lacks the gene for latent homosexual preferences. Vikan thinks the Priest Kings must have screened for it during the Voyages of Acquisition. Females continue to be brought to Gor but as a rule the slave appraisers are very good at screening out the lesbians.

We get some bi-sexual pets from time to time, but never the butches. You appear to be an odd combination of both. You are naturally sexually submissive to men stronger than you but dominant over all other women, including me.

Im not sure I consider that a complement, Luma. But I must say I find this topic fascinating.

Well it is. And slave girls are allowed to talk among themselves with complete frankness on matters of sex. Unfortunately, there is the problem of the second knowledge. By cultural custom we are supposed to be ignorant about the existence of Earth, and the fact that humans are not native to Gor. If we talk about conditions on Earth we are required by law to preserve the fiction that the barbarian lands are somewhere on this planet: either East of the Voltai range or West across Thassa. It also is forbidden to talk about methods of mass transit, mass communication, or mass destruction since such things are prohibited on Gor. I assume you already know that.

Of course, but with more and more educated barbarian girls on Gor surely that custom makes no sense?

Of course not. But then what do you expect when men make all the rules? Both girls break into laughter.

Luma finishes her brief lecture with a reminder that such a discussion would be practically unthinkable between two free women or between a slave and her mistress. Whatever you do, dont volunteer your ideas about sexuality or politics. Thats a good way to get your tongue removed.

Speaking of which. Luma continues I am instructed to tell Princess that the men are finding her oral techniques highly satisfactory, but she doesnt seem to have any grasp of the concept of seduction aside from kissing or touching their sex.

I thought the idea was to get them aroused? Princess asks. Wonder Womans enemies on Earth had forced her to learn fellatio and she already knew cunnilingus. She had never had any particular need to attract a man; her body and face had Steve Trevor drooling right from the start.

Oral sex is what a slave does when ordered to pleasure a man. What you are slow in learning is what a girl needs to know to get her master to want her to pleasure him. Gorean males dont make a habit of denying themselves once fully aroused yet they resent being led around by their erections. They have a lot of other options so a kajira has to seduce him to desire her without provoking anger by her methods.

And so a new phase of her training begins. Diana watches a number of different slave dances but is specifically prohibited from practicing them. Instead she demonstrates and learns to refine several folk dances from Paradise Island to make them more sexually suggestive. Chandor is delighted to hear one of the more experienced slaves say that she saw something like Dianas dancing during her time of captivity with a panther girl band. Diana searches her memories, but cannot recall any story of an Amazon who might have been transported to Gor. Unless, of course, it was someone who fell slave before we moved to Paradise Island.

As the Festival of Love draws closer Diana begins rehearsals for her auction. Chandors script calls for defiance and contempt until after the whip is applied to her on the platform. She is to begin with one set of postures and motions and progress in reluctant stages to those of a fully trained pleasure slave such as Luma. Princess will climb onto the platform in diaphanous robes which are reminiscent of her home and finish stark naked save for the lightest possible chains. At some point in the proceedings the auctioneer will touch her intimately to reveal the speed and depth of her sexual responses. Every rehearsal is different in that one respect.

Princess works hard to completely master what would be required. Chandors threat hangs over her. If Princess is not sold for at least 750 gold tarn pieces she will go to her new owner with penalty brands on each breast and bottom cheek and a note of apology pinned to her labia which explains that the brands will heal over in a few weeks.

Remember this, she is advised by Hakim if the script isnt soliciting high enough bids then do whatever you have to do. Chandor wont care if you pull a man out of the crowd and spread your legs for him and neither will your current or future owner. You make love like a passion slave. Dont be ashamed to show it, if that is what it takes to get the bidding to 750 gold tarns."

Everyone expects the sale to take less than 20 Ehn so Diana wonders why she is rehearsing five complete Ahn each day. Then she learns that she will go on the block still under the influence of the invidious passion goads that so inflame her lusts and sensitize her channels. By the time her number is called the slavers expect that her body will be trembling with unsatisfied desire: a condition that will only worsen under the attentions of the auctioneer.

Once Princess had gained sufficient control to walk as an Amazon princess with the infernal goad stimulating her vagina to near orgasm, a string of beads was added in her rectum. When she could go through the act flawlessly under the effects of that combination the goad was inserted in her bottom and a trio of Ben WA balls was placed within her pussy. That proved too much for Wonder Womans self control. She simply could not perform the swaying motions of a dance while her body rippled with orgasm.

Chandor orders her to practice with wrists free of chains until she mastered even that combination. On the platform the steel balls would not be there, but he wants the barbarian kajira to be able to perform perfectly for the bidders under the most difficult possible conditions.

The rest of Princesss time is spent in carefully supervised exercise or in continued lessons in the slave art of seduction: an area that she admits remains her personal weak spot. One day Diana demands to know why Princess is being taught no economically useful skills. Hakims answer is coldly practical. It leaves her feeling slightly ill.

The only thing we know for certain is that your buyer will have great wealth. As a beautiful former princess your price will almost certainly preclude any owner of modest means. You will begin as a collectors item, a shiny new conversation piece and toy. If the buyer is male he will almost certainly want to use his new possession sexually, at least initially. After that you might well end up scrubbing his floors except when a guest wants to try out your body for himself. Such extremely wealthy owners can afford to be eccentric in the use to which they put their slave girls.

Thats not a very pleasant future you lay out for me.

Its a kajiras lot in life, Princess. Learn to live it well.

How can I do that, Master? Diana really wants to hear what Hakim will say. Later she will ask Luma the same question.

A smart slave looks for ways to promote her masters or mistresss long term interests as well as their immediate pleasure. You will be allowed to suggest ways that they might make fuller use of your abilities. After that, it will be up to your owner whether to train you for other tasks, complete your training as a pleasure slave, or keep you as you are.

What does a pleasure slave know that Luma isnt teaching me?

A fully trained pleasure slave knows every major slave dance and how to improvise her own original dances from elements of traditional dances. She is an expert in cosmetics, perfumes, clothing, interior decoration, massage, and sexual techniques. You are being given the basics every girl needs when she is summoned to her masters couch. More training than that would compromise our basic claim that Princess is new to her brand and still unbroken.

Thats just great, Wonder woman grumbles silently when Luma confirms what Hakim had said, If Im not sold to somebody who wants a sex toy, Ill end up as a conversation piece for some bored plutocrat.

* * * *

The display cages inside the Public Auditorium of Telnus, capital city of Cos, hold a collection of female beauty seen only in the victorious Ubarate. Seven years ago the city once called Glorious Ar opened its gates to the Army of the Alliance led by Cos. Many of its most beautiful women, along with those of its conquered tributary cities, now grace slave blocks throughout Gor. The most beautiful and promising of those new slaves have been brought to Cos for the Festival of Love in the port city of Telnus. Over the next five nights, more than 600 kajiri will be sold in the City Auditorium to buyers from all parts of the planet.

One of the cages draws every eye at least once; the bright colors make it impossible to overlook. A slave in these cages is normally displayed absolutely naked, even chains are kept to the absolute minimum. That way every flaw in her complexion is revealed for the bidders evaluation. The warrior working his way from cage to cage sees that this tall slave is dressed in some bizarre outfit of blue, red, and gold.

Once he shoulders his way through the crowd for a better look he quickly discovers that the slave is naked after all. Her rock hard nipples are clearly discernable as is the neatly trimmed dark hair at the junction of her legs. What looked to Jaros of Tharna like clothing at a distance is some sort of brightly colored non-smear makeup on her torso and lower legs. He freezes in instant recognition of the woman and her costume.

The sign on Wonder Womans cage gives no information except that she is a barbarian and that her sale will come on the 5^th night of the festival. No mention of an owner. There is one added note: Be careful, Princess bites.

Ordinarily a slave girl is delighted to be sold during the Festival of Love. The prices are higher and high priced girls tend to be better treated. If the price is high enough to ensure a rich owner that is even better as her duties will then probably be less physically arduous. The Crown Princess of the Amazons, on the other hand, is a picture of misery. Her body is tied hand and foot to one of the cage walls so that any of the viewers may directly fondle or even use her. Based upon the puddle of human juices on her thighs and on the floor beneath them, Jaros knows that many men have taken advantage of her current owners generosity with this exquisite kajira. As he stands before her, Jaros can see both the tear tracks on her cheeks and the fury in her lovely blue eyes.

She meets his gaze and suddenly her face fills with hope. Clark? she gasps and then the hope fades with recognition of her mistake. She lowers her eyes. I am sorry, Master. I thought you were someone else.

If you wish to survive here, Diana of Themyscira, you would do well to remember not to call a free man by name. I am not Clark Kent, Wonder Woman. The Priest Kings will not tolerate his presence on their planet. This is not the place to talk of such matters. Who is your master?

I do not know. I am in the care of the House of Anwar. Chandor is its owner.

I am familiar with that business. I will visit him immediately. Say nothing of your origin to anyone. The common people here believe barbarians come from unexplored parts of Gor.

Two Ahn later the agent of the Priest Kings was little more enlightened than before. If anything he was more puzzled. Chandor told him that her former owner was a fellow slaver who specialized in acquiring barbarians. Her present owner asked for anonymity and I must respect his wishes. She was completely unconscious when delivered to us, but she recovered from the drugs more quickly than most. Would you like to see her medical records?

The physicians charts showed that Princess Diana, for all her beauty, is not entirely human. Nevertheless an Amazon-Human crossbreed can be expected to be fertile. Her body has rejected or resisted several standard drugs and heals damage at a seemingly impossible rate. She has been branded four times yet only the most recent brand still shows. It is expected that the normally permanent skin dye of blue, gold, and red will be rejected by her body within a matter of a week unless the treatment is repeated.

Her sexuality is likewise idiosyncratic. Her sexual responses are practically instantaneous and her uterus is constantly prepared for implantation of an embryo yet she can ovulate only if her hormones reach saturation level. There were notes on the barbarians sexual endurance and recovery times. They are comparable to the best Gorean passion slaves. Were it not for her size and extreme strength she would make an excellent paga slut.

Aside from her ample breasts and a layer on her legs and buttocks she is without body fat so her six foot one, 175-pound frame has the muscle power of a man of 225 lbs or more. For some reason she loses access to much of that power when her hands are bond or shackled together.

The physicians report correlates nicely with the information the Sardar had given him along with his orders to search for this woman. She was one of Earths super heroines, with abilities and talents denied to ordinary people of Earth or Gor. He understands fully why the rulers of this world might be concerned to ascertain her whereabouts and disposition.

Jaros is not entirely human either. Two hundred years ago he followed his former free companion into the Sardar Mountains from which the Priest Kings rule his planet. When he emerged once more, defeated for the first time in his life, he was no longer just a man. He is a biological probe for the high technology species that enforces its will upon the less-advanced species they have brought to Gor. Because the implantation of a control and observation net in his nervous system was time consuming and expensive, the Priest Kings had enhanced Jaross survivability with bionics.

Before he had entered the Nest he had been his Citys champion swordsman. Now he has no equal on Gor save for other enhanced servants of the Priest Kings. So far as he can tell his intelligence is unchanged, but the controllers in the Sardar often feed him information he could not have known or would otherwise have forgotten over the years. That was how he knew what Wonder Woman looked like. He had never been to Earth, nor read its comic books, but he can recognize either Diana Prince or Wonder Woman at a glance.

His latest errand for his masters is to check for the presence of super heroines suspected of being transported to Gor. He has seen no sign of the blonde Kryptonian known as Supergirl, and none of the escaped slaves who had once been Catwoman and Batgirl, but he has confirmed without a doubt that Wonder Woman has been brought to Telnus for sale at the Love Festival.

Eventually his masters will make a decision about her and he will carry it out, however willing or unwilling he might be. He is an implanted one. His life and even his bodys motions can be commanded from a control panel beneath the Sardar Mountains. Though the warrior of Tharna wears the trappings of a free man, Jaros is a slave to his secretive masters.

So far he has actually lead a very good life in every other way. He has seen every corner of his world, even the vast flat wastelands of the red Savages. He has emerged victorious against seemingly impossible odds again and again and is now the highest paid mercenary on Gor by a considerable margin. He is currently captaining the Ubars bodyguards. Lurius of Jad rules the cities of great Island Ubarate of Cos outright, and was de facto ruler of a dozen more cities, even once-glorious Ar itself ^(FN8) for several years until the terms of surrender were made more generous. Jaros is extremely well paid and could not be better positioned to provide information to his masters, or to subtly influence political events as they direct.

Best of all from his warriors point of view, the work is dangerous and challenging. The Ubar of Cos lives in the lap of luxury amid enemies too many to count. His subordinates covet his growing power, or fear that he will abuse it, and so some plot against him. Assassins come not only from cities already conquered, but also from those fearing that they are included in Lurius of Jads ambitions. Even his own slaves try from time to time to kill him. Jaros has helped thwart one major attempt on the Ubars life each month and sometimes two come in the same week.

One important reason Jaros holds his current position is his reputation for strict honor toward his employers. Another is that the Ubar distrusts those from his own city. Many years ago Lurius had companioned with Lady Janina, the daughter of the man who was then the Administrator of Jad. When the popular leader and his other children were found murdered, blame fell on a fellow member of Jads High Council. In a matter of months, Lurius rose from relative obscurity to a position of both wealth and political influence. He remained so even after an unknown tarnsman carried off Lady Janina into slavery a year later.

The slave Janina resides today in the Ubars pleasure gardens. She serves as body slave to Lurius current favorite kajira. Those events took place more than two hundred years ago, but the people of Jad are said to have a suspicious nature and long memories. No man from Jad serves as a palace guard in Telnus and no slave from that city aside from Lady Janina resides in the palace when Lurius is in residence.

When Jaros returns to the central cylinder of the palace the Ubar asked him what he had seen. I saw two types of girls for auction, he responds. Many were merely pretty but of such high lineage as to be of special interest to some. Others were exceptionally beautiful or sensuous. I noticed a few who appeared to be both. Are you interested in the Himrabian? The daughter of a former administrator of Ar had been declared war booty by the Puppet Ubara of Ar. Claudia Himrabia is a very beautiful woman and has been exquisitely trained over the years by the finest trainers in Cos.

I was at one time. But not since I added Talena of Ar to my pleasure gardens. If Bosk of Port Kar were not my enemy I would thank him for so neatly entrapping her. The bitch has whelped two slave daughters for Ubarate already and in a decade they will be sucking my cock and offering me their bottoms as she has been taught to do. But that is another matter. What of the wildly-painted barbarian wench?

Jaros related the story that the House of Anwar was telling potential customers. The claim is that she is a princess from a tribe of barbarian panther girls. Her body make-up supposedly mocks the way she dressed for battle on Earth. Chandor does not own her; he is merely acting for a commission. I can only tell you for certain that no bid less than 50 gold pieces will be accepted.

Darius told me that even with all the use she is getting from the crowd her cunt was wonderfully tight. Did you try her out?

I did not, great Ubar. I inquired at the House of Anwar instead. I have never had much use for coin girls, even free ones. Perhaps when she is serving in some paga tavern I will feel differently about her. Which tavern do you think will win the bidding?

Why a paga Tavern? Lurius asks. Do you think that she is not fit for my pleasure gardens?

No, because her brand is too fresh. She is very tall and rather stringy-muscled despite her deep cleavage, Lurius. I doubt that you wish to trouble yourself breaking her to slavery.

Since the Ubar replied Doubtless you are right, Jaros and changed the subject, the secret servant of the Priest Kings assumes that his masters have a free hand in dealing with the incursion of the Amazon into their domain.

The mercenary returns to the City Auditorium the following day. This visit is not because he has been commanded to, but because he cannot get the beautiful slave girl out of his thoughts. He is curious, but it is more than that. She arouses him, but no more than many other slave girls have done before and will do again. What it comes down to is that he finds the Amazon super heroine more interesting than any woman he had met since Callista of Tharna passed through the Gate of No Return to meet the Priest Kings face to face.

He watches Dianas face and body closely as a complete stranger fills her ass with hard cock. Her screams of outrage are genuine, as is her humiliation as her ravishers fingers work her breasts and pussy until she is as excited as the man behind her. Darius is right, Jaros thinks. This woman has the body of a paga slut. Unfortunately for the former Princess Diana, she would find such a life the worst form of misery.

Diana feels the anonymous rapist climax in her rectum and breathes a sigh of relief. Hakim lied to me. There are plenty of Gorean males with a taste for sodomy.. Wonder Woman doesnt know that the men of Cos are taking out their fear and resentment of panther girls on her bound body. She is tied today with her back to the bars and her arms and legs splayed in an X pattern. While many passers-by have simply played with her long glossy curls, others have fondled and probed her back passage. It is still early in the day. Her four Ahn ordeal has just begun.

She feels her hair gathered up gently and tied in a ponytail. Unseen lips touch the back of her neck and work slowly around to the base of her jaw. The big hands reaching around her to her breasts are gentle, skilled, and irresistible. Do you enjoy this? a deep voice whispers. The hands continue their work and she is quickly arching her back to push her hard nipples against his palms. No, she whispers back My body shames me by its weakness.

Jaros responds, his voice the one he uses with his soldiers. This is Gor, Princess Diana, a world where women have learned to listen to their bodies and do as their hearts tell them will make them happy.

Who are you? She needs to know. This is the man who looks like Clark Kent but wears a sword belt and toga.

I am Jaros of Tharna: a mercenary in the service of this citys Ubar. Would you like me to buy you, barbarian?

Oh, please buy me, Master. That is the phrase the other girls are using. Up to now, she has felt zero inclination to use it.

That is the request of a true slave, Diana. Did you realize that?

That Gorean saying is just a load of tharlarion dung, Master. It can also be the ploy of a clever prisoner looking for a better chance to escape. Only an idiot wants to be kept in the house of a slaver.

He chuckles. Very good, Diana. I thought for a moment that your masters had destroyed who you were.

So long as I dont lose all hope I can survive anything, Jaros. Are you really going to help me get free?

What in the world gave you that idea? I have rather different plans. I am thinking how nice it might be to own your body and soul.

As he speaks his right hand slides from her breast down to her flat belly. His left hand grips her jaw and forces her head backward between the cage bars until her neck is painfully bent. His fingers violate her mouth while he sucks and chews on her bare shoulder.

Diana can feel the strangers sex swelling against her bottom and feels herself start to melt inside. Tied as she is, she is at full strength yet she is being manhandled easily. This man would need no chains to hold me, she thinks. With that thought she is completely ready for his penetration. Her pussy is gushing lubrication which dribbles out onto the insides of her long sleek thighs. To her own surprise she hears herself say Use me, master.

Again he laughs gently, and she feels his hard staff prod against her nether lips. Oh, yes! she moans as he slips inside. He is a big man, but their position does not permit a deep penetration of her sex. Nonetheless she feels great pleasure as he stretches her. Jaros is thick as well as long.

Who is your master, Diana? he queries as he strokes powerfully. When she does not at first respond he gives her a hard, fast thrust and twists her head to the side with a painful jerk. Who is your master, slave girl? He demands.

You are. Diana gasps and then his mouth takes hers in a kiss that does not end until they both come to a shattering climax. All other thoughts are impossible as he forces an orgasm that leaves her stunned by its force. Wonder Woman doesnt realize that he has been controlling her oxygen supply to deliberately produce that effect. She only knows that Princess has just given herself to this man as a slave girl to her master.

When she opens her eyes again, the warrior is gone. Although others try to induce a similar submission, they fail; Princess renders to them only the instinctive brief orgasms she seems to give every man. Eventually her four Ahn of display time end, and she is returned to the holding cells beneath the auditorium.

The Amazon Princess is confused, very worried, and now a little terrified of her future on Gor. Treasured collectors items would not be staked out for public abuse as she has been. It looks now to her as if her pleasure slave training was deliberately shortened because brothel sluts do not need that knowledge. They simply offer an Ahn of their use along with a cup of cheap wine and then the men use them sexually. She realizes that she has been misled and yet she doesnt see any way out. In three nights time she will be on the great platform in front of thousands of people doing a carefully choreographed striptease. Can I stop that from happening? she wonders. Should I try?

^{(FN^)} The general idea came from RWs Missions of Supergirl, but the details have been changed to better conform to upcoming story lines in the DC+Gor genre.

^(FN7) Sasoris Banquet Hall would be a good example of this. See also FN6, early episodes.

^(fn8) I dont claim to know how to do this; I only read that it can be done. Wonder Woman would have ample motivation to learn this escape artists trick. I think it involves dislocation of the shoulders but I am not sure. Maybe a person with a flexible enough spine works the cuffs under their doubled-up legs.

^(FN8) This story takes place during the same time period as the most recent Gor books but possibly before the events in the newly published Witness of Gor. It is the time of the first Love Festival since Ars surrender and the ascension of Talena to the position of puppet Ubara.