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The Runaway's Punishment
by Slave To Magick (magiker@gmail.com)

***

On the planet Gor a runaway kajira is finally caught and 
punished, lucky for her though a free man take mercy on 
her and decide to help her through the ordeal. (MF, nc, 
rp, oral, anal, bd, tor, sci-fi, ws)

***

Author's Note: This story is a fanfiction set in the Gor 
world. I have no rights to this setting and this text is 
just written for fun. All honor to John Norman who 
actually own the Gor setting.

***

Miran smiled as he watched his female opponent move her 
Kaissa piece, Mudira's fingers elegantly manipulated the 
yellow stone figurine representing her Tarnsman and 
placed in perfect position to capture Miran's Initiate, 
or Rune Priest as the piece was known in his native 
North.

"You play well woman."

The Northerner muttered approvingly as he begun to stuff 
his bosk bone pipe.

"My father taught me."

The dark haired beauty opposite the table from him 
replied then the expression in her large eyes grew 
distant and she looked down at the table.

"Your move."

Mudira never spoke of her past, Miran did not even know 
where the small magician was from, though from her 
accent he could guess she had grown up in the area 
around Ar. Miran sigh as he moved his Ubara or Jarl's 
Woman, Mudira was exactly the kind of female he should 
not be attracted to, a low caste street entertainer with 
a bad past, but no matter how much his reason told him 
to walk away, his heart pulled him towards the 
mysterious young magician.

"Will you ever tell me about him Mudira? Your father?"

The Tarnsman asked as he gave his dark haired friend a 
half glance.

"I mean I have known you for some time now... I have 
courted you for some time now, do you not think I 
deserve to know about my future free companion's 
family?"

Miran had intended the question as a good way to bring 
up the subject of potential companionship in the future 
but Mudira's eyes filled with shock and something akin 
to pain as she looked up from the carved, stone, game 
pieced and met the warrior's gaze.

"M-me Miran? You want to offer me companionship? But you 
are a high cast noble and I am nothing but a lowly 
street entertainer, I-I..."

Mudira stuttered and Miran grinned slightly and closed 
his fingers around the magician's much smaller hand.

"So you do not fancy me then My Lady? A companionship 
with me would not please you?"

Miran spoke the words as if in jest but inside his heart 
trembled in fear for what the magician women would 
answer. Mudira leaned a little closer and put her other 
hand on top of the Tarnsman's rough fingers and looked 
deeply into his eyes before she lowered her eyes and 
blushed.

"Nothing would please it more... my love..."

The street entertainer's voice trembled.

"But I am not worthy, you should be companioned to a 
lady from a great house, not an outcast like me who 
perform tricks and read fortunes on streets and taverns 
to earn coin to buy enough food to fill my belly... and 
besides... besides I have scars, I am not beautiful..."

Miran reached out with one of his large hands and placed 
his index finger under Mudira's delicate chin and lifted 
her head until his blue eyes met her dark brown.

"My father is dead and I have no other family my love, I 
might be of a high caste but I am not a nobleman, I can 
choose my woman as I please..."

The Tarnsman said then he sigh, he suspected it was 
these scars Mudira spoke of which was the problem and 
not her linage, women were known to be vein. Miran had 
off course not seen any scars, the magician did not 
cover her face, many females of low castes went without 
a face veil, but the rest of her slender body was draped 
in brown and gold embroidered white robes, a free woman 
would not go around and show off her body, but in either 
case the marks surly was not as bad as Mudira seemed to 
believe.

"As for scars, I do not care my love, your face is 
beautiful, your eyes are passionate, what more could a 
man want from the woman he loves. Nothing stand in our 
way, if you will it, we can become free companions and 
live the years together."

Mudira looked into the Tarnman's eyes as if she was 
hypnotized and just could not bare to look away, then 
one, glittering tear rolled down her milk white cheek 
and she suddenly stood.

"Forgive me, I have to go."

The street entertainer muttered in a shaken voice and 
then she all but ran out of the room.

***

Two days had passed since Miran had broached the subject 
of companionship with Mudira and for two days the 
magician had avoided her suitor, going so far as to pack 
up and move her show to another street when she saw the 
Tarnsman coming towards her. Miran wonder what he had 
said which had upset the small street performer so, one 
early spring evening, however he ended up getting more 
answers than he would have liked. 

Miran was on his way back to the tavern he had rented a 
room in when he heard a commotion coming from a nearby 
market square and deciding it was too early for dinner 
just yet the large Northerner decided to go and have a 
look at what the fuss was all about. In the middle of a 
group of shouting onlookers stood a tall, thin man who 
spoke with a heavy English accent indicating he had once 
lived on Earth.

On the ground beside the former barbarian, much to 
Miran's shock, sat Mudira, a red mark forming on her 
milky cheek indicating that the barbarian had hit her. 
Miran did not wait to see more, no one put a hand on his 
woman and lived to tell the tale, with a roar of rage he 
unsheltered his father's sword and all but leaped 
through the crowd to come to the magician's defense.

"Hey you, leave that woman alone!"

Miran demanded as he pointed the tip of his sword at the 
Earthman's heart.

"How dare you hit a free woman!"

The tall, thin stranger turned his face to coldly regard 
Miran, the weapon pointing directly at his heart might 
as well not have been there.

"Simply Sir, I dare because this wench is not a free 
woman, she is a runnaway slave and I have been tasked 
with hunting her down and giving her a sound punishment 
to prevent others from repeating her sins. My name is 
Joseph Ullman, formerly of Earth, now of the Caste of 
Slavers."

Miran's eyes became thin slits of anger.

"You will not sully the Lady Mudira's repetition in such 
a manner, you have the wrong woman, now apologize and 
leave before I take your head!"

The Earthman gave a dry laugh at the threats leveled at 
his person before he reached into his embroidered west 
and brought out some official looking papers.

"Here is my authorization to hunt this woman down, and 
this is her papers of ownership."

The tall man explained but Miran was not placated but 
scribbles on parchment.

"I am telling you man, you have the wrong woman, this is 
the Lady Mudira of Ar a honorable member of the Magician 
Caste, there is no way she could be a runaway kajira."

The slave hunter was about to respond when Mudira slowly 
rose to her feet and with a small, frightened voice 
said.

"Please Miran, my love, do not spill blood, the words 
this man speak is true, I-I... am a runaway slave."

***

The crowd began to shout and scream, demanding that 
Mudira be punished for having the gall to pretend to be 
free, for Miran however it was as if every sound died 
and the world went completely still, Mudira... his 
Mudira... a slave? No it could not be!

"Mudira... my love... I..."

The Tarnman begun then he gasped as the Magician slowly 
begun to undo the clasps and laces of her robes of 
concealment, like a snake shedding it's skin the fabric 
fell of her slender body and there before Miran and the 
crowd Mudira stood completely naked. The Northerner 
could feel tears begin to roll down his rough cheeks, 
his beloved had not lied when she said she was scarred, 
all over her body the Magician's fair skin was pock 
marked with burns and scars and on her upper left thigh, 
the kef brand, marking her a kajira.

"H-how, why would you keep this from me Mudira?"

The Tarnsman asked with sadness in his voice. The 
runaway looked down shamefully and whispered.

"I was afraid Miran, so afraid that I would be 
discovered and sent back."

Mudira slowly sank down to her knees and begun to sob.

"Is this why you would not accept my offer of 
Companionship, you feared I would discover that you are 
nothing but a slave?"

Miran asked and he did not know if he was angry that he 
had been lied to or relieved that his beloved's 
reluctance was not due to a lack of love.

"Yes, you do not know how much I desire to be with you 
my love, but I was a coward."

Mudira wept and the Tarnman sigh before he walked over 
to the woman he loved and pulled her naked form into his 
arms.

"Tell me my love, tell me your story, there is no need 
to hide anymore."

The slave shuddered as she wept but then in a weak voice 
she begun to speak.

"I was born to wealthy Merchant and his companion, but 
my father was a gambler and he lost everything playing 
dice, eventually he had nothing of value left to pay 
what he owed with, nothing but me. I remember my 
mother's tears as the slavers came for me, but my father 
reassured me, he told me I was beautiful so most likely 
I would live a comfortable life as someone's treasured 
property... that was not to be my fate."

Mudira said and sigh as fresh tears ran down her cheeks 
and dripped down onto her skinny chest.

"I was sold from man to man, somewhere kind, some I grew 
to love, but then I was sold to a Metal Worker with a 
cruel streak. For fifty years I served Master Kilas, he 
was kind enough most of the time, but when he had to 
much drink he grew violent and took that rage out on 
me."

The Magician's voice grew more and more distant and sad 
as she spoke and Miran hugged her tighter, slaves on Gor 
where property, their owners could do with them as they 
pleased. Most Gorean men highly prized their beautiful, 
feminine slaves and bondmaids usually lived easy, 
protected lives, but when you had a bad seed there was 
nothing in the laws or codes to protect a poor slave 
girl from being abused by her Master.

"I endured my Master's abused and tried my best to serve 
him well despite what he did to me, but my loyalty was 
poorly rewarded, when my owner took and apprentice he 
gave me to him, as a training canvas for branding."

Mudira's legs gave way under her as she got to this 
point of her tale and Miran had to hold the girl up, 
this explained allot, the Magician's irrational fear of 
fire, the gruesome scars on her body. It was a cruel but 
necessary part of a young Metal Worker's training, he 
would need the skills to brand girls beautifully and so 
each Metal Worker apprentice would get a cheap girl or 
two and brand her over and over until he knew how to 
perfectly mark female flesh.

"It must have been gruesome my love, but sometimes a 
slave's lot is cruel."

Miran whispered in a comforting tone of voice.

"Was it from this Metal Worker apprentice you ran?"

Mudira shook her head as she sobbed into the Tarnsman's 
shoulder.

"No, eventually I was so broken down from the constant 
pain and torture that I was close to death, Master Kilas 
sold me to some miners...I was taken away to my death, 
to be worked in the mines until I collapsed it was from 
them that I ran. I managed to steal a free woman's robes 
and got away."

Miran sigh and nods.

"I understand..."

The Tarnsman whispered under his breath.

"I understand."

Miran turned to the slave hunter and fixed Jacob with 
his blue stare.

"I will buy her, that should solve your problem would it 
not, I am sure your employer would rather have coin than 
a rebellious slut."

Ullman shook his head.

"Forgive me Sir but that will not be satisfactory, my 
employer does not care about the cost of this wench, he 
want to make sure she is punished to deter others from 
trying to escape from their rightful Masters."

Miran sigh and nods, runaway slaves where always 
punished harshly and the Tarnman understood the reason 
why such a practice would be needed.

"What are you going to do to her Ullman?"

Miran said and Jacob took a long, rope like, object from 
the packs at his feet.

"The wench will be beaten with a snake and branded as a 
runaway."

Miran sigh, that slaves where whipped where a common 
occurrence, it was needed to keep the wenches in line, 
usually however either the five bladed Gorean slave whip 
was used, or a belt, a snake whip however was more a 
weapon than a tool of punishment, it cut flesh and could 
easily kill. Miran looked down at the weeping woman in 
his arms, by the Priest Kings he loved her, free or 
slave and he could not bear the thought of losing her.

"I understand the need to punish her Ullman, however I 
will handle her punishment, and once it is done you will 
take my coin back to her former owner, she is mine now."

The Tarnsman's blue eyes burned into the slaver's gray 
and eventually the Earthmen nodded.

"Very well, one hundred lashes..." Jacob said as he 
tossed the snake whip he was holding to the tall warrior 
who easily caught it.

Miran had to fight to keep his raging emotions in check, 
yes he understood that a runaway slave needed to be 
punished but this was Mudira, his Mudira, and one 
hundred lashed with a snake whip, that could easily kill 
the frail looking woman.

"I have to do this my beloved, please live for me."

The Tarnsman whispered to the shivering girl in his 
arms, before he begun to lead her towards the center of 
the market square where there stood a whipping post.

"Please Miran... please do not do this."

Mudira sobbed and the Tarnsman sigh, he had to make his 
heart like steel to be able to do what he had to here 
today.

"You are a slave my love, address me properly, now I 
have to obey the laws, but when this is done I will take 
care of you, all will be well, you just have to be brave 
for me... can you do that Mudira? Be brave for me?"

The Magician shivered, her body shook with sobs but she 
did manage to mutter.

"I-I... will try Master."

The old Tarnsman quickly bound the runaway's wrists to 
the whipping post then he planted a loving kiss on the 
top of her dark head.

"You will live my love, you will survive for me."

Miran whispered then he stepped back and blinked the 
tears out of his blue eyes. Around him the crowd was 
cheering, they were eager to see the runaway bleed, and 
bleed she would. The Tarnsman lifted the whip and 
snapped it in the air to test the balance, the slave 
girl whimpered as she heard the whip crack. Miran 
nodded, he was ready.

"I am going to begin now Mudira, remember to breathe and 
try to stay calm and remember that when this is over I 
will not abandon you."

The street performer cried and begged for mercy but 
Miran steeled his heart against her pleas as he drew his 
arm back and then swung the whip. Mudira screamed as the 
thin rope of leather landed on her back and raised a 
red, angry wealth across her shoulders. The second 
strike opened a deep cut that oozed blood, the third 
sliced into the small of Mudira's slender back. 

Again and again the whip danced over the runaway's back 
and every time the whip landed the slave girl screamed. 
Miran felt each scream his beloved uttered as a knife in 
his heart, but he had no choice, a runaway slave had to 
be punished and he could only pray that the girl would 
survive this ordeal.

***

When fifty lashes had landed the slave's back looked as 
red as a velvet cape, there was so many cuts that the 
bruises could not be seen as they where covered with 
blood and Miran had begun to aim for the fragile woman's 
butt cheeks and tights to spread the strikes out and 
increase the chance that the runaway would survive. The 
Tarnsman flicked the whip to shake blood from it then he 
walked over to Mudira and gently stroked her hair with 
his hand.

"Shh my love, we are halfway done, it will all be over 
soon."

Miran was not sure if the screaming, weeping girl could 
understand his words in the middle of his misery, but he 
hoped that he was able to at least offer her a bit of 
comfort. The Tarnsman went to the nearby well and filled 
a wooded cup with fresh, cold water and then walked back 
to the bound slave and pressed the cup to her dry and 
shaking lips.

"Drink girl."

Miran whispered and when the slave only continued to beg 
and scream he sigh and stroked her hair again.

"You need to drink or you will die my love, please for 
me."

The Tarnsman whispered and slowly, so very slowly the 
slave girl opened her lips and gulped down a little 
water.

"Good girl, shh, my brave girl all will soon be better."

Miran whispered before he kissed his beloved on the 
forehead before he went behind her again to continue the 
punishment.

The last fifty whip strokes was not any easier than the 
first, Mudira just hung from her restraints now, shaking 
in pain and moaning and it worried Miran just how weak 
the girl was getting. By the time the one hundred lashes 
had been delivered Mudira was barely conscious, she was 
only whimpering and muttering incoherently, completely 
lost in her suffering, but she was alive. Miran tossed 
the bloody whip to Ullman and growled.

"Let us get on with it then, you wanted her branded?"

Jacob nodded.

"Yes with a punishment brand to let everyone see she is 
a runaway, bring her!"

Miran nodded darkly before he went to his beloved's side 
and used his belt knife to cut the ropes that held her 
wrists. Mudira was not able to stand and she just fell 
into her new Master's arms like a sack of grain. Miran 
silently prayed that the runway would remain in a daze 
though the second part of her punishment, with her fear 
of fire she really did not need to feel a hot iron mark 
her skin one more time. 

The Tarnsman scooped the fragile looking slave girl into 
his arms and carried her beaten and bleeding body 
through the streets as he followed the slave hunter 
towards a Metal Worker's shop.

"Mark her face."

Ordered Ullman as the Tarnsman put the wounded slave 
girl down on the workshop's floor.

"Hum, the face, then it is better if you two hold her 
than to restrain her with straps."

"The large Metal Worker who Ullman probably had a prior 
arrangement with said and Miran nodded, he would rather 
hold his wounded property than bind her right now.

"I readied the brand for you Jacob as soon as I heard 
you where ready to apprehend your runaway."

The Metal Worker continued and confirmed Miran's 
suspicious.

"It is hot and ready to go."

The Tarnsman placed Mudira so that he could lean her 
left cheek against his tight and then hold her head with 
both his arms. The slave girl was beginning to wake from 
her daze now so Miran snapped.

"Hurry man, get it over with!"

The Metal Worker did not hesitate, with trained 
movements he removed a glowing red brand from the coals 
and then pressed it quickly against Mudira's pale cheek. 
The slave let out a scream that made the windows 
clatter, and she fought against the hands holding her 
with utter desperation.

"Calm my love, calm, shhh soon over... soon over."

Miran whispered as the Metal Worker removed the brand 
and revealed a angry, red symbol burned into Mudira's 
pretty face, a symbol that forever marked her as a 
runaway slave. The street entertainer continued 
screaming, her shriek crew hoarse and still she screamed 
and then finally she collapsed against her Master's 
thigh and fainted.

"Are we done now?"

Miran asked the slave hunter as he cradled the 
unconscious Mudira in his arms. Ullman shook his head.

"Not quite yet, the useless slut have to be shown her 
place."

Miran glanced angrily at Jacob.

"I think she have gotten the message."

Ullman shrugged.

"That is not up to you, bring her, it is time the slave 
men in this city get some entertainment."

Miran growled but he did as ordered and lifted the 
unconscious slave and carried her back to the market 
square where Jacob addressed the crowd.

"Men, this wench dared to run from her Master, she have 
been beaten and marked, but her hubris need to be cured, 
this whore is not good enough for free men's cocks, but 
allow your slaves to use her to show her that she now is 
worth less than the dirt under my booths."

Many of the men in the gathered crowds grinned at this 
and urged their male slaves forward. Miran sigh he put 
Mudira on the ground and using a short, leather strap 
bound her thin wrists together, he hoped this was the 
last of the punishments that Ullman had planned for the 
Magician for there was only so much the fragile, young 
slave could take.

Gorean men love sex, it is a natural part of their 
lives, it is no less natural for enslaved men, but they 
generally have less chance to express their desires so 
the property who now eagerly gathered around Mudira had 
probably not left their seed in a woman in years. The 
first slave man took a hold of the Magician's hips and 
buried himself in her cunt, a second slave begun to fuck 
her limp mouth. 

Under the onslaught of the two cocks pounding her Mudira 
woke up and she begun to whimper in fear and pain. The 
slave who was pleasing himself in the Magician's cunt 
grunted as he came and another took his place. Mudira 
was fucked in her cunt, her ass and her throat, some of 
the slave men where kind but most just wanted a warm 
hole to dump sperm in. 

By the time the ordeal ended over fifty slave men had 
fucked Mudira in every hole and the girl was covered in 
sticky slave cum which oozed out of every one of her sex 
holes. Mudira was making tiny, sore sounds and there was 
a look of terror and hopelessness in her dark eyes. 
Ullman grinned, he pulled his manhood out of his 
trousers and aimed it at the suffering slave girl.

"Well then the cunt is yours. I will have the paperwork 
written up by a scribe and we can meet tomorrow and take 
care of business."

The slave hunter said before he urinated on Mudira, as 
piss hit her whipped back the slave girl let out a weak 
scream before she went back to her sore mewling. Miran 
glared daggers at Ullman but he nodded.

"As you will."

He said and then he waited for the slave hunter to leave 
before he picked his new property up and carried back to 
her tavern room.

***

Mudira was a mess, blood and semen covered her from to 
to toe. Miran had gotten one of the tavern wenches to 
bring him some fresh wash cloths and a bowl of warm 
water and now he sat patiently whipping blood and grime 
off the whimpering Magician's body while he whispered 
sweet nothings to console her.

"There now, all will be well. Let us just clean you up, 
I have sent for a physician who will come and help you. 
Oh Mudira you are mine now, I know others have 
mistreated you, but I will make you my love slave and 
spoil you."

The former Magician coughed slightly and whimpered, she 
twisted her bound hands pitifully and Miran realized 
that the ropes probably reminded her of her ordeal.

"Here, I will help you."

The Tarnman said as he undid the knots holding the ropes 
and then released the girl's hands.

"Be calm Mudira my love, your hands are free now, see 
move them a little... there... better now?"

Miran cooed and the street entertainer nodded weakly.

Slowly as Miran washed the slave girl and whispered 
comforting words to her Mudira calmed down, tears still 
streamed down her face but the sobs stopped.

"B-but Master... how can you love me, I am ugly and 
scarred... like that man said, I am only good for slave 
men to fuck."

Mudira said in a whimpering, weak voice. Miran bent down 
to kiss the girl on her forehead.

"You are beautiful in my eyes Mudira," the Tarnsman 
said. "And let me show you just how desirable I think 
you are."

Miran slowly turned the slave girl so she lay on her 
side then he gently lay down behind her and released his 
manhood from his loincloth.

"This will hurt a little my love, but it will be the 
last painful thing that will happen to you, and I do 
this just to show how much I desire you, scars and all."

Miran maneuvered his cock to Mudira's well used and 
bruised anal open and very slowly pushed the fat head 
into her. The Magician let out long, soft mewl. 

"Ahhh auuuughhh!" Mudira moaned and the whimper grew 
loader and Miran pushed all of his ten inch cock into 
her abused hole.

"I am sorry my love, I know it hurt, I am not going to 
make a habit of hurting you, but I will take an orgasm 
in your ass to show you that your holes is more than 
good enough for a free man to use."

Miran held his new slave as carefully as he could as he 
slowly begun to move his hips, it was a little 
disgusting to know that there was unknown amounts of 
slave sperm in that bruised hole, but soon the silky 
walls of Mudira's anal opening pressing against his 
penis soon made the Tarnsman forget such concerns as he 
eagerly fucked his broken slave in the ass.

"Shh, I need to fuck you harder. I need to come in your 
ass!"

Miran grunted as he sped up and fucked the battered 
slave girl with wild abandon. Mudira screamed and begged 
for mercy but Miran was to lost in pleasure to care and 
soon he screamed as an orgasm took him and he shoot a 
huge, white load deep into the Magician's ass.

"See, I desire you my love... now rest until the 
physician comes, all the painful things are done down."

Miran whispered and he wrapped his arms comfortingly 
around the shivering slave girl.

"I know that to you slavery have meant pain and abuse, 
but I will change that, you do not need to run anymore 
Mudira, you are safe with me. I do not care if anyone 
think that I am to soft, I will spoil and pamper you, I 
will make you happy."

The Tarnsman whispered but Mudira did not hear him, she 
was so hurt and so exhausted and there enclosed by her 
new Master's strong arms and with his cock buried deep 
into her sore ass she had fallen into a deep sleep, 
finally she was safe.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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