Passion Beast Of Jarl Trask DuMont

In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right. You may be collared and leashed. You may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the Master pleases, disposed of as he sees fit. You have no rights whatsoever. Legally you have no more status than a tarsk or vulo. Legally, literally, you are an animal. ~Explorers of Gor pg 316


Long ago, what now seemed like ages to His beastie, she was plucked by His hand from a Schendi garden.Stolen away for her first time ever, despite her wild fighting to protect the slave flesh that belonged to the FW Slaver. That time He sold her to a Northern Slaver. Pouch of coins bouncing on his palm as she watched with terrified eyes as he remounted the tarn and took to the night skies.

Her time with the Northern Slaver, much like her time in all her previous collars was one of duty and joy. Complete in her servitude.

And then, once again, He reappeared as the Northern Slaver and his kin began a trek from the arid desert plains of Turmas back to their Home Stone. Again He snatched her away as simply as one would tear a wild dina from it's thorny bough. Earning only a few scrathes in the effort.

Only this time, He did not sell her off again. This time he kept her. Repeating to her a promise she learned long ago. 'I will hold you as long as you please me. But be warned now beast. I may tire of you on the morrow and slit your throat.' So began her time with Him. She lives each day in His collar to the fullest. Knowing always, that it may be her last.


The Jarl


A slave is born.