Taharian slaver of gor

Who would have imagined?   My first trip to the slave planet,  it was unusual.   To say the least.   Once I arrived on this strange world, I watched a giant mechanical vehicle fly in the air over my head.   The sound was surprising as it did not scream like a tarn.  

     As I went into the room for the first time I looked at the strange box and jumped back as my companion had taken a smaller box and aimed it at the larger one and it came on.  A voice yelling.  "Chili's baby back ribs!"  I blinked at the screen and looked at my companion, he just smiled and shrugged.   This is an odd world.   yet I have nineteen more missions to accomplish before I am allowed to remain on Gor. 

    My companion showed me the bathing facilities and I looked back at him.  He had been on Earth many times.   "What no slave girl to bathe me?"  I had asked perplexed.   He just smiled and slapped me on the shoulder and turned on the shower.  I had jumped back, never had I seen rain magically appear before.   I reached for the water and it was warm,  raising my hand higher it become clear to me that it was hot water coming from the faucet.   I smiled at him and watched him as he undressed and began to bathe.  "Ah!"  I had replied as I turned and walked back into the room, the two beds and one table sitting near the window.  I walked to the window and looked out.   The sun was going down in the West and I could see the faint shadows cascading from right to left as I looked up and down the street.  I was amazed as I watched the wheeled carts with no animal pulling them.   I itched my head.  Yes the instructor that taught us said nothing of this strange carts.     I watched as young girls and a boy walked by the window.  The girls wearing rather short garments.  I thought it is true this is a slave planet.   I grinned to myself, yet I knew that these girls were too young to take back to Gor.  Yet the girl who worked behind the counter in the lobby was very nice.   Long blonde hair and emerald colored eyes.  I thought yes, she would be a splendid addition to any man's chain.

       I eat a strange meat called meatloaf for dinner as my companion continues to tell me of this strange world.   What we are to do.  Also telling me that I can select my own girl for my own chain if I wish.  This tantalizes me.   Yes I must say I am thrilled at the thought.   I have not yet owned a women.  Perhaps I will find one on this world.   I savor the taste of the meat as I continue to listen to him.   This is his last trip he then tells me.  He has found the girl he wants.  I am shocked to learn it is the one who works in the lobby.  I smile, she would be a good choice.

The little Ubara

    "Once long ago, the little Ubara of Ar disappeared!"  Uncle Ibn said as he looked at his nephew Timur.   Timur listened and looked at his uncle as he spoke.  And then the little Timur asked.  "How did she disappear Uncle?"   "That my nephew is something no one knows.  It is thought that she was stolen away in the night, or perhaps she ran away from an arranged companionship."    Timur sat back and thought about the story.  An Ubara taken?  She could be a panther girl or a slave.   Timur enjoyed the story and yet the thought of an Ubara being a slave excited him.   Uncle Ibn, smiled at him.  "She had long brown hair and blue green eyes.'  One day perhaps she will appear."  Ibn said and Timur smiled.   "Yes Uncle." 

    The third trip to Earth.      It was a cold day, the snow was falling and it made the roads slick as it turned to ice.   Timur thought it odd how snow would appear in such a warm place.   A brief smile appeared on his lips as he looked up a the cascading snow.  Yet the girl who had caught his eye, stopped and looked at him and smiled.  Her long blond hair was wet with snow and he smiled back.   Her green eyes regarded him for a long moment and then were cast downward as she blushed and looked the other way.   She looked over her shoulder once more as she stepped towards the bus that was stopping.   Her hand reached out and passed him a business card.   Timur accepted it and smiled back.   She turned her head and climbed aboard the bus and waved at him as she turned to find her seat.   This might be easier then he thought.  She gave him a calling card.    She would be a good addition to this slave run to Birmingham, Alabama.   A smile came across his lips once more as he turned and looked at the card.