A Tracy story set in John Norman's "Gor" universe.  It first 
appeared, unedited, in the "Story/Plot Ideas" section of Katie 
Smith's "Tracey Stories Archive," at the end of October and the 
beginning of November 2010.  


  	

                       TRACY OF GOR

                            by

                         Joe Doe


     
One day the haughty Lady Tracina (better known as "Tracy") took her 
fiancé's slave slut, Lucy, to the House of Chambers to be sold.  
Chamberus, however, the owner of the slave house, informed her that 
she couldn't sell Lucy because she belonged to Tracy's fiancé.  
Tracy exploded.

"But this little slut must be whipped and sold!" she said, kicking 
the unfortunate Lucy, who was cowering fearfully at Tracy's feet.  
"Marcus, my betrothed, can't take his eyes off her.  She is unfit 
for work.  She is constantly writhing in the furs, pleasuring 
herself as she awaits his return."

"She is a pleasure slave; that is her nature, just as it is in the 
nature of a man to desire such as her.  Sell this little pudding, 
and Marcus would buy another; whipping her would be a waste of good 
leather, for she is what she is, and men are what they are."

"What do you suggest, then?" Tracy asked, exasperated.

Chamberus pretended to ponder the matter deeply before responding.  
"I could train you as a pleasure slave," he finally suggested.  
"You wouldn't BE a slave, of course, but you would learn their 
secrets, and share the slave girl's power over men."

"Slave girls have no power!" Tracy shrieked, giving Lucy another 
kick.  "They are lowly, juicy sluts, fit only for the furs and 
the lash."

"Let us see.  Marcus is leaving for a week, is he not?  You may 
bring Lucy here in his absence, for kenneling, but I will not 
sell her.  And I will train you in the ways of a pleasure slave, 
so that when Marcus returns, he will have no need of this little 
slut."

Tracy dismissed the suggestion out of hand.  She, a pleasure slut!  
The very idea!

Looking down at Lucy, she reconsidered the matter.  "If you train 
me, are you sure Marcus will sell this little slut?"

Chamberus responded with an old Gorean proverb.  "If the orange is 
sufficiently juicy, a man needs only one."

Tracy was certain she could never be a pleasure slave, and the 
training would fail on her.  But that night after dinner, as she 
listened through the wall to Lucy pleasuring Marcus, the jealous 
Tracy vowed to give Chamberus' suggestion a try.

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The next day, Tracy brought Lucy with her to the House of Chambers 
for kenneling and agreed to spend a week being trained as a 
pleasure slave.  Chamberus cautioned her that, once "slave fires" 
are awakened, they could be difficult to extinguish, but Tracy, 
eager to see Lucy sold and convinced that she could never truly be 
a slave, ignored his warnings.

Chamberus ordered her to strip, and she reluctantly complied.  It 
was particularly difficult for her, since she never liked Chamberus 
and considered him beneath her.  And there was also the humiliation 
of stripping in front of Lucy, who was fighting the urge not to 
smile as she watched her proud mistress disrobe.

Tracy was mortified when Chamberus informs her that John, one of 
her fiancé's drinking buddies who Tracy despised, would supervise 
her training.

John entered the room, and, to Tracy's horror, snapped on her 
slave collar.  She resisted John's orders at first, but, under 
the influence of the switch, is soon taught her "slave paces," 
the poses a slave girl uses to display herself to the buyers 
when she is put on the block.

Tracy's shame intensified when John handed Lucy the whip.  Lucy 
ordered the mortified Tracy to kiss her feet, "so I can begin 
to show you how a worthless slut like you can pleasure a man."

A week later Tracy, naked except for her collar, knelt on the 
floor in the Nadu position, hands on her knees, legs spread wide, 
blushing furiously as Marcus, Chamberus, and John ate lunch.

At the conclusion of the meal, Lucy was called in and put the 
humiliated Tracy through her slave paces.  As Lucy cracked the 
whip, Tracy bent, spread, smiled, and pouted.  Lucy then ordered 
Tracy to pleasure herself as if she were urging Marcus to join 
her in the furs.

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As the men discuss the technicalities of making Tracy's slavery 
permanent, and how the proceeds from her auction and estate should 
be divided, Tracy tried to protest.  But Lucy cruelly rubbed the 
whip between Tracy's legs, reducing her objections to animalistic 
grunts.  Tracy, horrified but hopelessly aroused, can do nothing 
but groan with pleasure as the men casually discuss her fate.

"Should I keep rubbing you, Lady Tracy?" Lucy taunted.  "If Marcus 
sees you cum on your slave whip, you would have proven yourself 
slave meat.  If you cum now, he will surely place you on the block."

"I know!" Tracy gasped, miserable.  "But please...don't stop.  You 
can't stop!"

"Are you sure?" Lucy teased, relishing her mistress's degradation.  
"Do you see that iron rod sticking out of the fire that was used 
to cook their lunch?  That is your slave brand.  It is suitably 
hot and ready for your lovely thigh.  If I don't stop, you will be 
branded and sold from a common block like the lowliest of sluts."

"I know!" Tracy wailed.  "But don't stop."

The men watched impassively as Tracy orgasmed on Lucy's whip and 
sealed her fate.

Chamberus offered to brand her and sell her to Marcus on the spot, 
but Marcus demurred.  "She was so cruel to me, so haughty and 
demanding, always denying me her pleasures," Marcus said 
disdainfully.  "I want her to be chained in a stall at the market, 
so the men she teased can be invited to inspect her and put her 
through her paces prior to her sale.  I want her to feel the sand 
between her toes as she stands naked on the block...and hear the 
laughter and the bids from her friends and neighbors as she dances 
and poses and spreads her legs while the auctioneer cracks his 
whip."

"Are you sure?" Chamberus asks.  "If I put her on the block, 
someone else may buy her."

Marcus looks down at Lucy, kneeling at his side.  "If the orange 
is sufficiently juicy, a man needs only one," he replied, patting 
the smiling Lucy on the head.

Marcus and Lucy left with Chamberus to prepare Tracy's papers, as 
John removed the brand from the fire....

		******************************

It was a difficult week for Tracy in the slave pens on Gor.  Over 
the seven days she was closely examined by friends, enemies, 
rivals, spurned suitors, jealous neighbors, and former employees.  
Her prospective buyers complimented her on her lovely slave brand 
and urged her not to give her former life another thought.  
Chamberus and her former fiancé were doing an excellent job of 
changing titles and dividing her possessions, and soon it would 
be as if Lady Tracy had never existed.

Tracy was put through her slave paces over and over again, forced 
to bend, bow, and spread so that the customers' inquisitive fingers 
could get a proper "feel for the merchandise."

On the day of the auction, she was forced to squat and relieve 
herself in the sand before ascending the steps to the auction 
block.  The block stank, since its previous occupant was a large 
pig who was far less careful about the placement of its droppings 
than Tracy was.  Nonetheless, as the whip cracked, Tracy rolled in 
the sand, and smiled, pouted, and preened, as the auctioneer put 
her through her slave paces in front of the amused crowd.  The 
bidding was fast and furious, and, when the gavel fell, Tracy was 
sold to....

The former Lady Tracy was unsure as to why her new owner gave 
her the slave name of "Katie," but somehow felt it appropriate.



Edited by C. Lakewood