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. ****************************** 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. ****************************** 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