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Paga slaves in taverns on Gor
'There are paga slaves,' I said, 'who must please their master's customers in his tavern.Clothed in pleasure silks, or naked SEE ALSO Slave bells At a Paga Tavern, one near the great gate, cheap and crowded, dingy and smelling, a place frequented by strangers and small Merchants, the Assassin took the girl by the arm and thrust her within. Those in the tavern looked up from the low tables. There were three musicians against one wall. They stopped playing. The slave girls in Pleasure Silk turned and stood stock still, the Paga flasks cradled over their right forearms. Not even the bells locked to their left ankles made a sound. Assassins “In many Gorean taverns,” I said, “the paga slaves serve naked.” Explorers From where she knelt she could see the low-hanging tharlarion oil lamps of the main portion of the Paga tavern, the men, the girls in silk who, in a moment, belled, would move among them, replenishing the paga. In the under a hanging lamp, there was a square area, recessed, filled with sand, in which men might fight or girls dance. Beyond the area of the sand and the many tables there was a high wall, some twenty feet or so high, in which there were four levels, each containing seven small curtained alcoves, the entrances to which were circular, with a diameter of about twenty-four inches. Seven narrow ladders, each about eight inches in width, fixed into the wall, gave access to these alcoves. She saw Kuurus go to the tables and sit cross-legged behind one, a table against the wall on her left, that there might be no tables behind him, but only the wall. Assassins The women I had owned, Sana, Talena, Lara, and others of whom I have not written, Passion Slaves rented for the hour in the Paga Taverns of Ko-ro-ba and Ar, Pleasure Slaves bestowed on me in token of hospitality for a night spent in a friend’s compartments, had known that I was master and that had been sufficient. Priest Kings "There was a flash of slave bells at my side and a darkhaired, yellow-silked girl, a paga girl, knelt beside us, where we sat cross-legged behind the small table. 'Paga, Masters?' 'For three,' said I, expansively. 'And bring bread and bosk, and grapes.' 'Yes, Master.' " Hunters "The other girls, the common slaves, like Tendite, went with the price of a cup of paga." Hunters "There were the men at the tables, the girls, in slave bells, and yellow silk, serving them." Hunters "She came through the kitchen door, in the tiny slip of diaphanous yellow silk alotted to paga slaves, bells locked on her left ankle." Hunters "...four paga slaves, in yellow silks, brought up from Laura, chained in a longboat, would have arrived in my camp. It had been the main object of Rim's journey to Laura to arrange for their rentals and delivery. According to Rim they were beauties. I hoped that he was right, for their master, Hesius, tavern owner in Laura, had not chared high rentals nor excessive delivery charges. We would have them for a copper tarn disk apiece, per day." Hunters 'There are paga slaves,' I said, 'who must please their master's customers in his tavern. There are the girls who staff the public kitchens and laundries. There are rent slaves, who may be rented to anyone for any purpose, short of their injury or mutilation, unless compensation be rendered to the master. There are state slaves who maintain public compartments, and work in offices and warehouses. There are girls in peasant villages, and girls on great farms, who cook and carry water to the slave gangs. There are beauties who are purchased for a man's pleasure gardens. There are other girls who work in the mills, chained to their looms.' She looked at me, frightened. 'Any of these slaveries, or any of many others,' I said, 'could be yours. It depends entirely, pretty Audrey, on who buys you, and what he wants.' Beasts “Did they not teach you how to serve paga as a paga slave?” I asked. “Of course,” she said. “Show me,” I said. “Very well,” she said. She drew back, taking the bottle and cup. In most taverns no bottle is brought to the table but the paga is brought to the table, by the paga slave, a cup at a time, the cups normally being filled from a vat behind the counter. She filled the cup there, before me, and left it behind. She returned the bottle then to the table, and went beck again for the cup. Explorers I had stopped at this tavern, of course, because of Pembe’s new paga slave. When she thought she had been pretending to serve us in the headquarters of Shaba and Msaliti she had, of course, whether she intended it or not, much aroused me. I desired her. So I would now have her. Too, I thought that it might be to the girl’s advantage to be broken in by me, one more aware than would be most Goreans of the limitations of Earth girls. Usually it is the first two or three nights which are the most difficult for a girl to survive in a Gorean paga tavern. After the first two or three nights she has usually learned, and well, what she is, a paga slave. If she has not learned it in that time it is likely that her throat will have been cut by some customer, her sales price being then paid to her owner, plus a token tarsk or two, of copper, for good will. Explorers I then gave my attention to the paga, and to my thoughts. In time I sent her back for another cup. The price for the second cup, in the tavern of Pembe, was only a tarsk hit. I paid it to the paga attendant, who collected it at the table. The girls in Pembe’s tavern, as in many taverns, are not permitted to touch coins. Evelyn, of course, who had come with the higher price of the first cup, was mine until I chose to leave the tavern or in some other way release her. Explorers She looked at me, agonized. She rose to her feet and, scarcely able to move, numbly, went to the alcove. She could not bring herself to enter, through the red curtains. I took her by the left arm and thrust her within, onto the furs at my feet. I then turned about and drew shut the curtains, hooking them shut. I then turned about, again, to face her. She sat, numbly, on the furs, her knees drawn up. I took the ankle ring and chain which lay at the right corner of the alcove, as you enter. The chain is about a yard long and runs to a ring bolted in the floor. There are similar chains in the four corners of the room, and in the center of the wall, near the floor, opposite the red curtains. In the left-hand corner of the room, as you enter, of course, on its chain, is another ankle ring. At the far corners of the room, of course, the chains terminate with wrist rings. In the center of the wall, near the floor, opposite the curtains, the chain terminates with a collar. There are provisions for lengthening and shortening the chains. All these devices work from locks, answering to a common key, which hangs high on the wall, toward the back and left, as you enter. Needless to say that key cannot be reached by the prisoner if even one of the chains is fastened upon her. Near that common key, which hangs on a peg, there is a second peg. From the second peg hangs a slave whip. Explorers There were fewer now in the tavern, and in another Ahn or two we would close the doors. Some of the girls, already, had been permitted to retire. I knelt before the man and poured him paga, head down. The hook bracelets had been removed from my wrists by Busebius, who held their key. I wore only bells and silk. It was late. The earrings, the necklace, the armlet, I had left in the room of preparation. I was now only a simple paga slave. Only one other girl was on the floor. "Paga," said a man’s voice. I turned toward him. I saw he sat with a second man. I knelt before them, head down, and poured the paga into his cup. "Serve me the paga," said the man. I put down the paga flask which I carried that I might, unencumbered, assume the position of serving paga, or wine, to a Gorean male. "First remove the silk," he said. I did so. He was a customer. I was his to command. Then I knelt naked before him, head down. "You may now serve the paga," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. I reached to take the cup, in both hands. One kneels, one proffers the cup, head down, with both hands, to the male. Slave Girl gorean_librarian@yahoo.com 
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