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Behind Those Eyes	By : CanPsycho337 Category: G through L Series > Gor Views: 9735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Playing The Game In Thentis

The cry of the tarn as he swooped down toward the city below echoed through the air. Corlas pulled slightly on one of the straps, levelling the giant bird’s descent as he brushed sleep from his eyes.

Two weeks of flight for what should have been a three day trip had taken its toll on him, especially since he hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time since he’d left Ko-ro-ba. The girl, who was now dressed in the Robes of Concealment which marked her as a freewoman and who rode in the tarn basket that hand from the talons of the large bird, hadn’t given him so much as a glance for the duration of their trip.

Yet, he could never let himself relax while he was around her. At times he saw something of innocence in her eyes and he found himself remembering with increasing disgust how Dodric had defiled her. It seemed odd that he, a man of Gor, should care in the least in the taking of a slave. Despite the robes she wore as a disguise, she wasn’t a person. She was just property, to be used or abused as men saw fit. Try as he might, Corlas just couldn’t make himself believe it anymore. He knew then that his days as a slaver were finished.

They approached the ground and settled a few moments later in a small clearing a small distance away from the city. The girl climbed out of the basket easily without any help and was dusting herself off by the time Corlas had properly hitched his tarn to a nearby tree.

The giant bird had fed only a few hours before and Corlas wanted to be sure it would be exactly where he left it should the two need to flee nearby Thentis quickly.

Turning toward the city he motioned for the girl to lead. Normally men led and women followed, for the forests of Gor were dangerous places. But he had seen the way the girl had fled his pursuit months earlier. She had been born in the forest, she knew its sights and smells and sounds perhaps better than he did.

It was only when they were approaching the city gates did Corlas speak. “Do you know where to find this man?” He asked quietly as they passed members of the city watch.

“On the way to the market, Stolas told me a story about a man who lived in Thentis. He was a Player and he lived on the streets. His name was Ronald. At the time I believed it was just idle chatter, but now I find that I had dismissed Stolas far too quickly.”

Corlas snorted a laugh. “It seems that the first rule of life should be: do not dismiss Stolas.” His eyes widened as the comment elicited a girlish giggle from the raven-haired beauty. He felt his cheeks redden slightly and he looked down at the ground, suddenly feeling very awkward in the girl’s presence.

The two wondered the streets quietly, exchanging few words. Each searched for the brightly coloured robes that traditionally marked one as part of the Caste of Players. Players were those people for whom the game of Kaissa was more than just a pastime, but their lives. Every waking moment and often most of their dreams were consumed with thoughts of new and innovative strategies. They were regarded widely as marvels and greatly respected on Gor, but they earned only modest sums playing for money. They often lived on the streets, or in small hovels and it was not unheard of for a Player to die of starvation or exposure.

A few discrete inquiries led the two to a small house near the outer walls of the city. It was shabby and poorly kept, but for a Player to even known a building as modest as this bespoke his great skill. Corlas hung back while the girl stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

Almost instantly the door flung open and a man jumped out onto the street. “Bing! Boom! Bam! Here’s Ronald!” He shouted to nobody in particular. Despite the ridiculous checkered robe he wore, the man was utterly beautiful. Blond ringlets cascaded naturally down his back and his expressive blue eyes seemed to miss nothing.

And yet he was talking to nobody. “Huh.” Ronald said after a moment. “Someone knocked on the door, I came out, and now there’s nobody here.” Corlas didn’t speak, he simply grunted and the odd man seemed to jump halfway into the air.

“Aiieee!” Ronald screamed as he whirled around to face the two. “There you are!” He exclaimed as his eyes fixed entirely on the girl, clad in her robes. “I’ve been waiting for you forever!” He took a step forward and grabbed the girl roughly by the wrist, pulling her toward the open doorway.

Instinctively Corlas reached for his sword, but the girl put up here hand. “Stay here.” She said to him. “I will be back in a little while.” Something in her voice soothed the large warrior and he nodded.

A moment later he was alone.

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Sariah sat cross-legged in front of the Kaissa board and idly moved a piece forward. For the last hour they had played, Ronald floating around the room on one imaginary errand or another, returning only to make a move.

For her part, Sariah didn’t care to play and moved randomly. Despite this, each time she did move Ronald acted as if she had devised an entirely new strategy and spent many minutes babbling to himself in a vain effort to figure out what she was doing.

She quickly grew weary of playing and with a growl of frustration she knocked the entire board over. Ronald shrieked for a moment and then shrugged. “I was losing anyway.” He muttered to her.

“Ronald?” Sariah asked softly, her blue eyes matching his as she peered up at him from behind her veil.

“Zoom! Zame! Zoish!” The man exclaimed. “Ronald is the name, Kaissa is the game.” He replied, drawing a giggle from her. “What can I do for my favourite little Player?”

“I wanted to ask you a question.” She continued, her voice light and velvety. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

As she expected, this stopped Ronald in his tracks. It was clear that he was far from normal, but few Players were. They tended to think in such complex means that their base natures were completely forgotten.

But Ronald was still young and Sariah knew he wondered what lie under her robes. For her part, Sariah couldn’t help but draw similarities between this man and her master. Both had the same beautiful hair and soft features. While Ronald’s eyes were blue and her master’s green, they both carried the same intensity.

She moved to her feet and slowly pulled her veil from her head, allowing it to fall to the ground. Her raven hair fell across her face as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him passionately. She could feel the man’s body respond even as his mind struggled to make sense of what was happening.

Breaking the kiss she stepped back and in moment her robes joined her veil, leaving her completely nude before him. Pushing up against him, she took one of his hands and pressed it to her bosom while she positioned the other between her legs.

As she anticipated, Ronald’s body took over for his mind. A small moan escaped her lips as she felt a finger slide slowly inside of her. It was a strange feeling, different than when Dodric had taken her but similar. There was no pain this time and she quickly realized that the other strange feeling she had experienced and did so again was pleasure.

Pushing him to the ground, Sariah pulled the man’s robes over his legs and straddled him, forcing his erection deep inside of her. She moved fast and hard over him, breathing hard and capturing the man’s lips in passionate kisses.

For his part, Ronald simply lay there with his eyes wide, trying to interpret what was happening. All too quickly it was over and Sariah felt the warmth of the man’s seed inside of her. She stood up and immediately felt some of the white liquid drip down her thigh.

The man pulled himself up and regarded her with confused eyes. “What is your strategy?” He asked after a long moment.

Sariah simply smiled as she suddenly lunged forward, embedding her dagger in his chest. She had grabbed it from her robes as she stood. The man fell to his knees, gasping for air that just wouldn’t come.

His eyes pleaded with her, but she simply watched. “A man I know told me a story about you, Ronald.” She said as he fought for breath. “He said that you once lived in a city called Ko-ro-ba and you had a brother who looked like you, but with green eyes. In the story, he said that you took something valuable from him and came to Thentis.”

She could see recognition flicker in the man’s eyes. “You might be a player, Aaron.” Sariah continued. “But we both know all of this is an act. You stole from your own brother and came to Thentis to hide. But you had to know that it was only a matter of time before he dealt with you.”

She turned away and was rummaging through the man’s meagre possessions when he finally died. It was only a few moments more before she had found what she looked for. Donning her robes and veil she stepped out onto the street, closing the door behind her. Corlas eyed her warily as his gaze focused on the bloody footprint she had left on the doorstep.

“Like I said, don’t sleep too soundly.”

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Daden Arun sat in a chair in the centre of his hall, looking down at the raven-haired girl on her knees in front of him. She had arrived back in Ko-ro-ba a day earlier with the warrior Corlas. When Stolas had arrived to collect her, she had knocked him to the ground with a butt of her head. She then had spat on him and called him a sleen for allowing her to be raped. Then, as if nothing had happened, she had followed the unremarkable man back to the tower.

Studying the obsidian dagger in his hand, Daden barely registered the crack in the top portion of Stolas’ nose as he stood near the entrance. To his right stood Nox, silently regarding the girl. As always, Nox remained a mystery to him but Daden got the sense that the man had a lot on his mind.

Finally he placed the dagger on the armrest of his chair and regarded the girl evenly. “You’ve done well.” He said simply. “But was it necessary to sleep with him before you killed him?”

The girl looked evenly at the ground, not even flinching as her secret was revealed. “It is acceptable for a man to hurt a woman as he takes her, but not for a woman to hurt a man as she does the same, master?” She asked quietly, her tone the epitome of subservience.

Daden chuckled and shook his head. “As long as he is dead, it matters not.” He replied.

“My mother believes you to be a good man.” The girl spoke unprompted. “She says that you will grant us our freedom.”

Daden tilted his head, running a hand through his long blond hair. The girl was different than when she had left. He couldn’t put it into words, but she was different. There was something in her manner that had changed.

“You believe otherwise, I take it.” He said.

“I believe that you could have been a Player, Master.” The girl replied quietly. “I believe that to you we are all pieces on a board to be moved, used, even violated at your whim. I believe you bedded my mother and treated her well to gain her trust.”

A low chuckle escaped from Daden’s lips. “You’re not wrong, little one.” He replied. “But you’re not right either. It isn’t at my whim that the pieces are moved. Like you, I am the played, not the Player.”

“What is to become of me?” For the first time since she had returned, something of the girl she had been shown through.

“You are to be rewarded for completing your task.” Daden said warmly. “Believe it or not, I have no wish to see you hurt or violated. It is unfortunate that such things have happened in the past, and yes I was aware of them, but it is my intention to grant you your freedom. When you’re ready.”

“What if I were to tell you that I’m ready right now?” She asked, looking at the floor the entire time.

Daden chuckled and shook his head. “I would tell you that if I let you leave you wouldn’t last three hours out there.” He replied evenly. “There’s much more going on than can been seen on the surface. You still have much to learn.”

“And you aim to teach me, Master?”

“Yes.”
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