The Journey

The sun was about to rise over the horizon and already the oasis was abuzz with life. Those who would sell their wares in the market were already hard at work, setting up their wagons. placing their larmas and other various fruit into tantelizing displays. Over to the northwest, others were setting up their cages in which to sell a different type of product. On Gor, women were considered properties.. mere beasts who would perform the will of their owners and do so willingly for their very lives depended on it. It was this type of product that was sold there, in those Northwest cages.

The trip to the oasis was somewhat uncomfortable, The heat was unbearable under my haike and the cramped conditions of the wagon made it difficult to kneel in my shackles. Two days of travel over open sands had finally found me there at this oasis, thrown into a cage shared by 9 others. I was then stripped of my haike, subject to the merciless rays of the sun as it rose. Over the course of the day, many men had come to haggle over the contents of the cages, groping, reaching in to touch and feel what they desired to make their own.

The females in the cage to our left had sold rather quickly. Some had sold for as high as 2 gold tarks.. others were traded for two or three vulos. The females housed in the cage with me all had some sort of quality that the others did not have. You see, this cage had held what was known as exotics.. women specifically bred for certain features. My unique feature was of my canine teeth. Being hollow, they could effectively inject a powereful venom.

I was sold to a peculiar man, one who had purchased half the females in this cage. He had paid 10 golden tarsks per female. I distinctly remember the awe I had felt that any man would own such riches. My face must have had an expression of wonderment as I was pulled from the cage and pushed down to kneel for when I looked up to see his face, he had quickly backhanded me, effectively forcing my glance back to his feet.

Travel again was long.. I had lost track of the days as we travelled north, stopping from city to city along our journey. Each stop had brought small comfort as the wagon began to fill with space. With each stop, a female was sold to the highest bidder... and I, with my lethal quality, was the last to be sold.