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Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 144
Here are relevant references from the Books where a Coin Girl is mentioned.
I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them.
Arrive at your own conclusions.
I wish you well,
We heard the sound of a bell, and then, a moment later, that of coins in a metal box. A girl in a brown rag, slave, emerged from the shadows. About her neck, chained, there was a bronze bell, hollow, flatfish, with sloping sides, with a flat top and ring, and a slotted, metal coin box, locked. Swiftly she knelt before me. She bit at my tunic, and licked at the side of my leg. She lifted her head. "Have me for a tarsk bit, Master," she begged. Her hands were braceleted behind her back.
I unwrapped then the object from the silk on the table. There was the sound of the metal clapper in the narrow, flattish, triangular-shaped bell, the rustle of the chain and lock, the sound of the small, metal, sturdy, rectangular, locked coin box. I dangled the chain, the girl bell and the coin box before her eyes.
I then, not hurrying, lifted the heavy chain, with its bell and box, about the girl's neck. I stood behind her. I then, not yet dropping the chain about her neck, but holding it about her neck, closed the lock. She shuddered. It was on her, though she could not yet feel its weight as I had not yet released it, that it might fall against the back of her neck. Tasdron then, with a key, removed his collar from her throat. I then dropped the chain about her neck. The heavy black links were obdurate against the small, soft hairs on the back of her slender, lovely neck. I then threw her hair back again, in place. I then walked about her, and before her. She who had once been Peggy Baxter, of Earth, then stood before me in the apparatus of a Gorean coin girl.
"An excellent idea," said Tasdron. "Now she will attract only the attention natural to a coin girl in the streets."
"Some may recognize her, of course," I said.
"I do not think many will," said Tasdron, "and if some do, they will simply assume that she has been put into the streets for discipline."
"That, too, was my conjecture," I said. Though the Gorean coin girl is commonly one of several girls, one of a stable thereof, so to speak, sent daily into the streets to earn money as the chattels they are for their master, under the penalty of whippings or tortures, or death, if their day's work does not prove sufficiently lucrative, it is not unknown for this sensual charge to be also placed upon a private girl, usually as a punishment for having failed in some way, often trivial or negligible, to be fully pleasing. After having been sent into the humiliations and dangers of the streets it is a rare girl who does not hurry back, eager and chastened, to the intimate joys of a private slavery.
"Do you know what you are to do?" I asked the girl.
"Yes, Master," she said. "You have explained the matter fully to me."
"Do not fail, Slave Girl," I said to her, menacingly.
"I shall do my best, Master," she whispered.
"It may work," said Tasdron, regarding the slave, he looked to Callimachus. "What do you think?"
"It may quite possibly work," said Callimachus. "We shall hope so."
"She is pretty, isn't she?" said Tasdron. "What do you think of her?"
Peggy straightened her body, scarcely daring to breathe. She was beautiful.
"She is not totally displeasing," said Callimachus.
Tasdron then took the girl by an arm and thrust her toward a rear door, before which he stopped, the girl then standing beside him, to unlock it.
The girl turned to face us. "But am I not to be given even a Ta-Teera to wear?" she asked.
"You will be more alluring, more fetching, without it," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said, half choking.
Tasdron then had the door open, and he took her again by the arm.
"But in the streets," she said, "seen as I am, what if others should wish to use me?"
"You are in the guise of a Coin girl," I told her.
"But what should I do?" she asked.
"See that you serve them well," I said.
"Yes, Master;" she whispered, and then Tasdron, by her arm, half dragging her, pulled her through the door and down the corridor toward the alley door. The sound of the bell on her neck was exciting. Then, the door unbolted and opened, she was thrust into the darkness of the alley. She looked at us, once, and then turned about and sped away, the bell on her neck, on our business, Tasdron closed the door and resecured it.
"Do you think she will be successful?" asked Callimachus of Tasdron, when he had returned to the room.
"She is a slave," said Tasdron. "It will be in her best interest to be so."
I thrust the key to the chain in the chain lock and opened it, pulling away the apparatus of the Coin Girl from her neck.
"I sought out Aemilianus, Captain of the Guardsmen of Ar's Station," she said. "I put myself naked before him, kneeling, and humbly began to lick and kiss about his feet."
"Yes," said Tasdron.
"I then, in seeming to try to please him, whispered to him of the topaz, and that I had been sent to his feet by those who knew its whereabouts. If he wished information as to its location he was to come to the tavern this night at the twentieth Ahn."
"You yourself," said Tasdron, "did not return until the first Ahn."
"I did not even find Aemilianus," she said, "until near the twentieth Ahn."
"Why?" asked Tasdron, not pleasantly.
"I was detained by men," she said. "I was naked. I wore the bell and coin box."
I moved the coin box, on the chain, which I held. There were now several coins in it. When she had been sent from the tavern it had been empty.
"Aemilianus himself used me," she said. "He tied my hands tightly behind my back and took me to his private compartments. There he subjected me to slave rape."
"Did he pay his coin?" asked Tasdron.
"Yes, Master," she said, reddening.
"Did you please your customers?" asked Tasdron.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Did you yield to them," asked Tasdron, "to Aemilianus, and the others?"
"Please do not make me speak, Master," she begged. She was in the presence of Callimachus, whom she loved.
"Speak, Slave," snapped Tasdron.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, head down, "I yielded to them."
"And well?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said. "But I could not help myself, Master," she wept. "I am a slave girl. I am only a slave girl!" She seemed to speak to Tasdron, but I knew well for whom her words were intended.
"I do not understand," said Tasdron. "You are under, an obligation to yield, and to yield perfectly, fully and totally. You are a slave."
"Even were I not under such an obligation," she whispered, "my Master, I still could not have helped myself. I would still have had to yield to them fully and totally, perfectly."
"Of course," said Tasdron. "You are a slave girl."
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "I am a slave girl."
Then, head down, she trembled, and wept. How shamed she was that her slavery had been so clarified and manifested before Callimachus. I glanced to Callimachus. He did not seem concerned with the girl. What to him were the helpless confessions of a lovely, meaningless slave?
"Aemilianus is not here," I said.
"When he unbound me and sent me from his compartments," she said, "ordering me to return to my master, he did nothing but dismiss me. I do not know if he will come or not."
"At least Aemilianus knows how to handle a woman," said Tasdron.
"Yes, Master," said the girl.
I put the chain, with the girl bell and coin box, on the low table. There was a sound of bells, and Tasdron had again locked slave bells on Peggy's left ankle. He picked up the tiny bit of slave silk which we had, earlier, ordered her to remove, before disguising her as a Coin Girl and sending her into the streets to fetch Aemilianus to our meeting. He tossed her the bit of silk. "You may put on the silk," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
It is called the Street of the Writhing Slave. It is dark and narrow, and not far from the wharves. It has its name from the fact that most renters of, and dealers in, Coin Girls in Victoria, keep their kennels on this street. The girls of the day, designated by a coiled whip pressed against their left shoulder, wearing their neck chains, with the attached bell and coin box, are sent into the streets in the late afternoon and expected to return before the nineteenth Ahn. And woe to the girl who does not return with a jangling coin box on her neck chain! Some girls, once designated, and locked in their accouterments, kneeling, weeping, scratch even at the insides of the stout gates of their masters' houses, hoping to be sent into the streets early, that their chances of turning a profit for their master, and thus avoiding a beating or torture, may be enhanced. Such a lenience, however, is seldom shown to the girls, as it is against an agreement binding the entrepreneurs engaged in this trade. Sometimes the girls are sent into the streets with their hands braceleted behind their backs. Sometimes they are sent into the streets with their small hands free, that they may use them to please their master's customers. Sometimes a new girl is sent into the streets on a leash, with an older girl, that she may learn how a Coin Girl behaves. I recalled that once, long ago, when I had purchased, and freed, Miss Henderson, we had encountered a Coin Girl on the way back to my inn. "Get away, you filthy thing," had said Miss Henderson. "Disgusting! Disgusting! Terrible! Disgusting!" she had said. I smiled. The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure, Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave.
I continued to walk up the Street of the Writhing Slave. Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Aim, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies.
I thought I heard the sound of a bell. I smiled. It was late, of course, for the sensuous peregrinations of a Coin Girl. Would they not all, now, be secured in their kennels, safe even from fruitless dreams of escape?
I regarded her, in the yellowish, flickering light of the tiny tharlarion-oil lamp, late at night, on the rude stones of that dark, narrow street in Victoria. She stood before me, small, slim, exquisite, beautiful. Her binding-fiber-belted, wraparound tunic was brown, and of clinging, thin rep-cloth; it was sleeveless and had a plunging neckline; it was slave short. About her neck there was a chain. From the chain there hung two objects; the first was a narrow, bronze bell, flattish and tapering, with a flat top and ring; when she moved it would sound, calling attention to her whereabouts; the second was a metal coin box, which contained a slot for the deposition of coins; the coin box was locked. I had not heard coins sound, from within the coin box. Too, about her neck, under the chain, with its dangling articles, there was a high, tight leather collar. Her leash, in the hands of the other girl, was attached to a ring at the back of this collar. The leash, too, was of leather, and long. It was coiled four or five times in the hands of the other girl. More Gorean leashes are long. There are two advantages to the long leash. It may be used, if one wishes, to bind the slave, and its long end, if one wishes, may easily serve as a whipping strap.
The girl who held her leash then jerked twice on the leash. "May I serve your pleasure, Mater?" asked the leashed girl.
"I thought you were a Coin Girl," I said.
"She is a Coin Girl," said the girl who held her leash. Then she jerked the leash once, against the collar ring.
"I am a Coin Girl," said the leashed girl, before me.
"Interest him," said the other girl.
"I am yours for a tarsk bit, Master," said the leashed girl.
"Open your tunic," said the other girl.
The girl then slipped loose the binding-fiber belt, letting it fall against the two belt loops in the back. Then, with her left hand and her right hand, parting the tunic, holding it open, she showed herself to me.
She was the most beautiful, and attractive, woman I had ever seen.
"It is my hope that I please Master," she said.
"You are a female, and he is a man," said the girl who held the leash. "Interest him."
"Please, Mistress," begged the girl.
"Bite at his tunic, and lick at his legs and feet," commanded the girl who held the leash.
Softly then did the bell of the Coin Girl sound, and the chain and coin box on her neck, as she who had once been Miss Henderson turned her head to the side, and began, with her small, fine white teeth, to bite and nibble at the hem of my tunic. I felt these small tugs, piteous and delicate, and then she, with her lips, pressed the wet tunic against my thigh and through the wet cloth, kissed me. She then, putting her head down, began to lick and kiss at my legs and feet. She performed this submission behavior for several minutes, piteously, desperately, beseechingly, entreatingly. Then, at last, her head down, over my feet, she whispered, begging, "Please have me for a tarsk bit, Master. Please have me for only a tarsk bit, Master."
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"She is a worthless slave," said the girl with the leash. "Look!" She shook the coin box on the girl's neck chain and shook it. "Empty!" she said, scornfully. She then struck the girl twice about the legs with the strap. "We have been out for Ahn," said the girl with the leash, "and we have passed many masters, not one of whom would deign to have her."
"Why is she crying?" I asked.
"She fears, rightfully, her master's displeasure," she said.
I nodded. It is very natural for a slave girl, who is completely at the mercy of her master, and is owned by him, to be very sensitive as to whether or not he is pleased with her. "Perhaps he is a lenient fellow," I suggested.
"He is a merciless brute, who has more girls than he needs," said the girl holding the leash.
"What will be done with her?" I asked.
"At the least she will receive a severe beating," said the girl with the leash. "If he is in an ugly mood, she may be tortured and slain."
The leashed girl, sobbing, fell on her knees before the girl who held her leash. She put her head to her feet. "Please, Mistress," she begged, "do not take me in yet!"
"It is late," said the girl with the leash. "It is past the nineteenth Ahn. That you should be out now is even against the agreements of the renters of Coin Girls."
"Please, Mistress!" begged the girl.
"On your feet," said the girl with the leash. "You are now to be led back to your master, as a failed slave."
"Wait!" I said.
The kneeling girl, turning, regarded me wildly.
"Yes, Master?" said the girl with the leash.
"I have a tarsk bit here," I said, opening my pouch. "She need not return with the coin box empty." I smiled at the leashed girl. "It is the least I can do," I said to her, kindly. She was looking up at me, frightened. I went to deposit the coin in the coin box on the kneeling girl's neck chain, but the hand of the other girl, she who held the kneeling girl's leash, interposed itself.
"There can be no payment, without the rendering of services," she said. "The honor of my Master must not be offended."
I drew back, holding the coin.
"I will endeavor to be worthy of the tarsk bit, Master," she whispered.
"A Coin Girl," said the girl with the leash, "will struggle to please a man as much for a tarsk bit, as a high paga slave for a thousand gold pieces, to be paid by her master's customer for her use."
"I see," I said.
"The levels of skill in the Coin Girl, of course," said the girl with the leash, "are commonly much lower." This was true, of course. Yet it must be mentioned that sometimes Coin Girls are extremely skillful. Too, it is not unknown for a master to sometimes send even an exquisitely trained, beautiful high slave into the streets, usually as a joke or a discipline. Such a girl knows that she must perform superbly. Some of the men she falls in with may have been hired by her master, to report back on the quality of her services.
The girl with the leash drew back her hand, it then no longer shielding the opening on the coin box. "You understand the conditions?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Please, please, Master," said the kneeling girl, tears in her eyes, "put the coin in my coin box. You will not regret it."
I hesitated. I looked at her.
"I beg to please Master," she said dearly.
"You," I asked, as though disbelievingly, "you beg to please a man?"
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Whom?" I asked.
"You, my Master," she said. "I beg to please you, my Master."
"As a slave?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said, "I beg to please you - as a slave." I dropped the coin into the narrow, metal coin box. I thought the girl would almost faint with relief, and pleasure. Too, I saw another emotion in her eyes, which was harder to fathom.
"Yes," I said. The satisfaction of Coin Girls, in its way, is guaranteed, or one can receive one's money back. It is not surprising, then, that the girls, under the conditions obtaining, strive to be pleasing.
"I am a Coin Girl!" she cried, miserably. "I may not be had without the coin!"
"Oh," I said.
"Please," she begged. "Please pay the coin!"
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said. "Yes, Master!"
"Very well," I said. I put another tiny coin in the coin box.
"Thank you, Master," she breathed, lifting her lips to mine. "Now have me, have me, have me!"
"Very well," I said.
A householder emerged from a nearby door. He paid us little attention. The woman was obviously only a branded, stripped slave, and a mere Coin Girl at that. He had doubtless seen many such girls, and many who, doubtless, in his opinion, were of much greater interest. He carried a small ladder and, on it, climbed to the tiny tharlarion-oil lamp, and pinched it out. In a moment, carrying the short ladder, he had returned inside. To him, doubtless, the former Miss Henderson was only another little, meaningless, exquisite enslaved wench.
I dropped the leash. It fell between her breasts, and then to the stones of the street.
"Get up," I told her, "and put on your tunic."
She looked up at me, agonized.
"Must a command be repeated?" I inquired.
"No, Master," she said. She then got to her feet, the long leash falling before her. She picked up her tunic and drew it on, but did not tie it shut.
She looked at me. "You are sending me away?" she asked.
"It is time for you to be returned to your master," I said.
"So simply as that?" she asked.
"Of course," I said.
She fell on her knees before me, and put her head down. She clasped me about the right leg, and began, sobbing, to kiss at my knee. I took her by the hair and pulled her head up, to where she must look at me. "Master," she sobbed.
Casually I inserted another coin in the coin box. She looked at me, with horror.
"Are you obedient?" I asked. I crouched before her, and tossed the leash over her shoulder.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
I then, casually, jerked apart the sides of her tunic.
"Master," she said.
"Lie down," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said.
She then lay back on the stones before me, obedient, agonized.
I brushed back the bell, and coin box, and they lay then on the stones, beside the left side of her neck.
"Master," she said.
I entered her, and held her.
"Master," she wept.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said.
"Will it be necessary to whip you?" I asked.
"No, Master," she wept.
In a moment she cried out, "Is it all that I am to you, a Coin Girl?"
"What else could you be?" I asked.
"Nothing," she wept. "Nothing." Then she clutched me, desperately, sobbing. "Buy me," she begged, "buy me! Keep me! Keep me! I never want to leave you! Buy me, Master, I beg you! I will be a good slave to you! I will strive to please you as might a thousand girls! I want to be your slave! I beg you, my Master, I beg you to buy me!"
Finished with her, I stood up. She lay shattered at my feet, weeping.
I looked down upon her. It was pleasant to see her thusly.
I drew on my tunic.
I kicked the sobbing figure with the side of my foot. "Kneel," I told it.
"Yes, Master," she said. She knelt.
"Adjust the bell and coin box," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said.
Then, last night, on the rude stones of the Street of the Writhing Slave, she helpless in my arms, locked in the chain collar of a Coin Girl, with the flattish bell and coin box, I had instructed her, and thoroughly, in the respect due, did he but assume his mastery, to one who was once of Earth.
"Yesterday afternoon," she said, "locked in the chain collar of a Coin Girl, with the bell and coin box, on the leash of my keeper, I was conducted forth from the house. I thought that I was incredibly beautiful, and must be repeatedly raped. I learned swiftly, as men passed me, that I must be only a common girl. This brutal intelligence dismayed me. It seemed that I, who had been so vain of my beauty, must now learn to strive to please men."
"No one wanted me," she said. "And I grew ever more desperate. I knelt before men. I licked at their feet. I bit at their tunics. I groveled before them on my belly, begging them to consent to touch me. But for my troubles I was only ignored, or kicked and thrust aside. Then I would feel the leash stinging against the back of my legs and my keeper would order me up, and ahead, to try harder, warning me of the displeasure of my master, should I return with an empty coin box. I grew ever more frantic. Ahn passed. Dusk came. No men would touch me. Then it grew dark. Still no man would touch me. They would not even strip me, under a street lamp, to see if I might be of interest to them. Then it was time to be returned to the house. I began to fear for my very life."
"This will be the first time that you have truly had me, as my own Master," she said.
"You took me in the Street of the Writhing Slave as a Coin Girl, a mere rent girl, a street girl, a gutter wench, and you have taken me, I a helpless slave, I not knowing you, in the guise of my unknown Gorean master, but this will be the first time that you have had me, so to speak, in your own name and right."
Slave girls, with the exception of coin girls, lure girls for taverns, and such, are generally not permitted to walk unaccompanied about the streets of a city after dark. I did not have the common garb of such slaves, such as the bell and coin box chained about my neck, of the coin girl, or the tavern silk, with its advertising, of a tavern's lure girl.
"What did she cost you?" he asked.
"A tarsk bit," I said.
"That is far more than she is worth," he said.
"Perhaps," I said.
"In many cities," he said, "one could have a coin girl for that."
"True," I said. Coin girls were a form of street slave, usually sent into the streets around dusk by their masters, who commonly own several of them, with a chain on their neck, to which would be attached, normally, a bell, to call attention to their whereabouts, and a small, locked coin box. And woe to the girl who returns without coins jangling in the box! To be sure, in some places, one might even have a paga slave, or a brothel slave, for as little as a tarsk bit.
"Use me, Master?" said a coin girl.
I looked down at her, a small brunet, half naked in a Ta Teera, a slave rag. About her neck, over her collar, close about it, was a chain collar, padlocked shut, with its coin box, and slot.
"Master?" she smiled.
I was angry. She had doubtless come to a circle, knowing that fellows in need, ones without slaves, such as I, might be found there. Her attitude seemed to me insufficiently respectful. She was not even kneeling.
"She is not a coin girl," said Peisistratus. "If she were, the coin box would be chained about her neck and locked. She would have no access to the coins."
If the fellow with the taper lingers, or seems interested, she then goes to first obeisance position, and begs to be found pleasing. Interestingly there was no coin box on the necks of the slaves, as would be the case with "coin girls" in some cities, usually port cities, or coin dishes beside the mat, as in great camps, and such, in which coins might be left by clients or patrons.
"For most," said Desmond, "I would suppose her use fee should be a tarsk-bit.
Unfortunately there is no smaller coin. Perhaps one might split a tarsk-bit in two."
The boards were rough and hot.
How angry I was!
How I hated Desmond of Harfax! Was I, the former Allison Ashton-Baker, worth so little?
To be sure, she was now only kajira.
A tarsk-bit is not unheard of for a use, but the use would presumably be brief, as, say, for a coin girl, used on the stones of a street. It might be two or three tarsk-bits if one is going to keep a girl for the evening. To be sure, a slave may be rented for a day, or two or three, at some negotiated rate. Sometimes this is done to try out a prospective slave, to see if she is worth buying. If she wishes to be bought, she is zealous to please her rent master. If she is bought, and is truly owned, she may be sure that her former rent master, now her owner, will see to it that she is now held to standards of performance which she had scarcely dared to conjecture might exist when she was a mere rent girl. This is to be expected, of course, as he then owns her. The rent fee, incidentally, is often applied to the purchase fee. Apparently this encourages sales.
"As I understand it," said Lord Grendel, "a copper tarsk-bit is the usual price for a use, for example, to be placed in the pan beside a secured camp girl, to be put in the chained neck box of a coin girl, and such."
"Good," said the Lady Bina. "Then a single copper tarsk-bit is not a negative reflection on the quality of the slave."
"Not at all," said Lord Grendel.
"Excellent," she said.