Drink her, she's yours

Unending BE - episode 47436

. . . the wizard leaned back in exhaustion. This has been one of the busiest days since he had found himself on Gor and set himself up as the first transformation spell-caster on the northern continent. Several of his bretheren had since made their way here, and they now had a small system of camps where girls, and those men foolish enough to run afoul of the wrong people, could be transformed into whatever was necessary. Most transformations were simple, wipe the mind, "fuck-toy" the body, and impart awareness of a kajira's role in life. Much rarer were the various equine or bovine transformations, the purpose of which he had yet to figure out, other than to chalk it up to a hidden area of the Gorean psyche. Sometimes, just for a change of pace, he included little "add-ons" with the favorite being lactating breasts. With that thought he realized how thirsty his work had made him, and with a wave of his hand summoned Bessie forward. His personal "cow-woman" responded immediately, providing nice, refreshing milk which served to satisfy one of his desires. He was considering making further use of his slave when he sensed a disturbance in the magical essence. Recognizing its source, he was prepared when a similarly attired man apepared in the center of the tent, in the circle where so many had acquired new forms.

"Hail, Lasix!" intoned the newcomer formally.

"Hail, Marin!" replied the wizard in the same tone. "What brings you to my humble abode, we were not scheduled to meet until next week."

"There is good news, my brother. Our agents have finally found success in infiltrating the lair of the Priest Kings who rule this planet. They managed to provide the information we need to protect ourselves once the Priest Kings confirm our presence on their world and move against us, as we know they will do."

"This is indeed great news, Marin! We must call a gathering to discuss this new information. I for one am enjoying my exile here and would not want the Priest Kings to interfere. Will you again host the gathering?"

"But of course, Lasix. My mountain retreat provided the best defensible area, and our magical shielding is at its strongest there so it will be most unlikely that the Priest Kings can surprise us. I am in the process of contacting the others, and we will meet in two days, at dusk."

"The entire brotherhood owes you and your agents a debt of thanks. Is there anything you or they desire that I can provide at this time?"

"The agents require nothing. After they transmitted their information, their minds automatically wiped, and their bodies will soon wither and die. For myself, I notice you have a new dispenser. I have been talking so much today my throat is dry, and your wenches provide the best milk, among other things. If you have no attachment to her, I wouldn't mind a loan of your slave.

"Attachment? To a slave? My firend, sometimes I think you have not been on Gor long enough. While Bessie has served me well today, I cane asily replace her. In fact, she had a friend that should do nicely, if she hasn't already been sold. The girl is yours, with my gratitude. I will see you at the gathering."

Bessie had felt a twinge of disappointment at being given away, but then realized she still had a master, just a different one. She took up her proper position behind Marin, and the pair soon transported away.

Lasix, stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm, this could be just what we need, or it could be a trap set by the Priest Kings. I must prepare for either circumstance. Guards! I will need four slaves immediately, including the one . . ."

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Sun Nov 14 20:47:00 1999