Wearing yellow pleasure silk in a tavern in Schendi I glanced around. There was only one other white girl in the tavern, a
dark-haired girl, collared, in yellow pleasure silk, she, too, apparently a
paga slave, like the black girls, waiting on the tables. Perhaps the tavern
keeper only wanted another white girl, to add variety for his clientele.
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tan slave tunic, kneel length with plunging neckline The yellow light, too, flickering, in the shadows, glinted on the steel
collar beneath her hair. She wore a tan slave tunic, sleeveless, of knee
length, rather demure for a bond girl. It did, however, have a plunging
neckline, setting off the collar well.
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Nude, in the palace of Bila Huruma in the jungle interior The white slave girls, nude, toweled my body.
“Away,” said Msaliti, sharply. They fled away, their bare feet pattering on
the woven mats of my quarters, within that gigantic compound that constituted
the palace of Bila Huruma.
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Brief wrap-around skirt worn in interior of jungles
strings of shells wound around ankles & throat
bare-breasted “I heard yesterday, from an askari,” he said, “that they
would pass here
today. They are gifts from Bila Huruma to Tende, daughter of the high
chieftain, Aibu, of the Ukungu villages, serving slaves. It is his intention
to take Tende into companionship.”
“The companionship,” said one of the men, “will consolidate the relation of
the Ukungu villages with the ubarate.”
“I would not mind receiving such lovely gifts,” said another man.
“Too bad Tende is a woman,” said another.
The two girls were on a raft, being drawn through the marsh by five chained
slaves. Four askaris waded beside the raft. The girls were standing. A pole,
mounted on two tripods, had been fastened some six feet above the surface of
the raft, and parallel to its long axis. The girls stood beneath this pole,
their small wrists locked in slave bracelets, fastened above their head and
about the pole. Both were barefoot. About their left ankles and throats were
wound several strings of white shells. Each, about her hips, wore a brief,
wrap-around skirt, held in place by tucking at the left hip, of
red-and-black-printed rep-cloth.
“Ho!” I cried, striding toward the raft, as far as the chain on my neck would
permit me.
“Master!” cried the blond-haired barbarian.
Both girls were blond, blue-eyed, white, bare-breasted slaves. They were a
matched set, selected to set off the dark beauty of Tende, daughter of Aibu,
high chieftain of the Ukungu villages.
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The wrap-around skirt low on the belly, high and tight on thighs On either side of Tende knelt a lovely white slave girl, strings of white
shells about her throat and left ankle, a brief, tucked, wrap-around skirt of
red-and-black-printed rep-cloth, her only garment, low on her belly, high and
tight on her thighs.
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The slaves again described as bare-breasted On the raft, near Tende and her two lovely, bare-breasted white slaves,
stood four askaris, men of Bila Huruma, in their skins and feathers, with
golden armlets. Like most askaris they carried long, tufted shields and short
stabbing spears. The daughter of Aibu, I gathered, was well guarded. Other
askaris, too, waded in the water near the platform.
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I unbound the two white girls and knelt them, frightened, in the canoe.
They were bare-breasted. About their throats and left ankles were coils of
white, pierced shells. About their thighs, now muddied, were brief,
wrap-around skirts of red-and-black-printed rep-cloth, suitable garments for
slaves. I thrust a paddle into the hands of each.
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Silk is not known in the tribal areas of the jungle interior
Cloth made from inner bark of pod tree
Enslaved FW is given wrap-around skirt and beads Kisu, with a knife, was cutting a length from the rough, red-dyed cloth,
plaited and pounded, derived from the inner bark of the pod tree, which we
had obtained in trade some days ago at the fishermen’s village. It has
a cordage of bark strips resembling a closely woven burlap, but it is much
softer, a result in part perhaps due to the fact that the dye in which it is
prepared is mixed with palm oil. Tende was watching him closely.
I then sat down again, cross-legged, and turned my attention to Kisu. He was
displaying the strip of cloth, about a foot wide and five feet in length, to
Tende.
I hoped that the blond-haired barbarian had learned her lesson. It might help
her to survive on Gor. A girl does not question what her master does to her.
She is slave.
Tende knelt before Kisu and put her head to the dirt. “I beg clothing,
Master,” she said.
“Earn it,” said he to her.
“Yes, Master,” she said, eagerly, and then well did she earn it.
When she was finished Kisu threw her the strip of cloth which she then,
delightedly, wrapped about her hips, tucking it closed. He then, from a
sack brought from the canoe, threw her two strings of colored wooden beads,
blue, and red and yellow, which we had obtained in trade from the fishing
village earlier.
“Thank you, my master,” breathed Tende, and she then displayed
herself before him, the brief bark cloth, scarlet, snug about her hips and
the beads about her lovely throat.
Alice, her wrists bound now behind her, tethered by them to a tree, to which
Tende lay similarly secured, lay asleep. About her hips was the wrap-around
skirt, tucked shut, of scarlet bark cloth, which she had well earned. I had
cut the skirt for her following her performance. I had also given her, as
Kisu had Tende, two strings of wooden beads. They were attractive on her.
She, too, now, like Tende, was a clothed, ornamented slave.
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