Courting the Collar
Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.
She had chosen poorly. She had chosen to leave with only one escort, on a known dangerous road. Her palanquin was conveyed by thralls that she had been beyond cruel to at times, flexing that small power she possessed over those men. The escort she brought with her, that scarlet, she too had exercised her perceived power over.
It was small wonder then, why the escort had decided to flee, why the thralls had grabbed at her and thrust her forward at the briefly clad women, the panthers. They hoped that they might curry favor with them, to trade the woman's freedom for an easier time in their slavery beneath the huntresses whip.
They stripped her of the robes of concealment, collared and braceleted her. Then they took her, stripped of her clothing, her modesty, her very freedom, to a trade post and sold her to a passing woman. A scribe who could see she would struggle to adapt to her new condition, a slave whose days were numbered without sympathetic, yet firm intervention.
She called the slave ‘Stray’. For had she not strayed in many aspects that would have protected her from the steel about her throat and wrists and ankles?
Had she not occasionally flashed an ankle or got too close to a man when she ought to have kept her distance? Had she not watched, with secret fascination and envy, the way men treated their slaves?
Had she not courted the collar? The collar had merely courted her back and the scribe in training had found herself irrevocably ensnared in its embrace. And so her life's desire and station were ignored, replaced instead by an acknowledgement of her needs, and the promise that they would be well met, enshrined within merchant law.
Written by Doe <aelita.biedermann>
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