Dakness went on a solo mission to train in sword fighting. She knew perfectly well that her durability was her unquestionable advantage, but her accuracy with a sword... was a completely different matter. She could never hit anything. She also hoped that when she improved her sword fighting skills, Kazuma would look at her kindly and let her come to him. Soon her thoughts drifted away and she started fantasizing about how Kazuma let her in and what he was doing to her.

At some distance.
-So this is the planet.
The man in revealing armor showing off his flat, sculpted abs looked around the area. He then looked around at his companions, all but one of them wearing yellow robes and accessories. Everyone wore them proudly as a sign of belonging to the merchant caste. He himself wore the colors yellow and blue, signifying not only that he was a merchant, but also a scholar. He looked at the surrounding plants. They were similar, but so different from those he knew.
-We must hurry, the priest-kings do not wish to wait.
Everyone looked at the one who spoke. Unlike them, he wore only a simple loincloth and collar. This whole outfit made it clear that this was a slave. Such brazen rushing of free riders would mean serious punishment for him. But no one spoke. Because this slave was a "male", a direct servant and representative of the priest-kings of the greatest rulers on the mountain. Disgracing the priest-kings would mean for the merchants not only the loss of access to other planets, but also death, or worse, they would be stripped of their castes and they would become slaves themselves. Therefore no one objected, not out of fear of the slave, but of the king-priests.
Their goal was simple. Capture slaves and bring them to the mountain to sell.

Finally, the hunters reached an exposed morning, where they saw an unusual sight. A warrior with very long hair fighting some small beasts that he couldn't hit, at first they thought he was practicing dodging. However, they guessed that he was just missing. However, when he turned towards them, they realized their mistake. It was a woman. A woman trying to act like a man. It was pathetic. It was obvious that men were much better suited to fighting. Nature gave each sex a different role... unfortunately, the barbarians did not understand this. He looked at the girl with the eyes of a researcher. It was hard to see the details of the curves of her figure through her outfit, but her breasts were a good size and she had a pretty face. Yes, her face was very important, at home all single women wore veils and very loose dresses that covered almost their entire body, which made it difficult to value them. Once trained, this blonde will be worth a bag of gold.

Darkness was surprised when the monsters suddenly fled.
-Hi
After a while, however, the reason became completely clear. A bolo flew right in front of her. If she hadn't taken a step back, it would have tangled around her. When she looked in the direction it came from, everything became clear. A group of men were running towards her, some of them riding strange monsters. Darkness was ready to fight.

The first phase went smoothly. They quickly surrounded the woman and started fighting. However, she turned out to be durable and their blows could not knock her down. If this continues, they will have to risk damaging the goods.
-You think you can sell me and possess me so easily?
-Yes. That's what I'm going to do, slave.
-So you want to sell me and have fun with me first? Even here?
The woman blushed. And the merchant smiled. Lustful and shameless, she was a natural slave. Unlike his ice-cold wife and the other free women on Gor. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind.
He cracked his whip next to her and gave an order in the barbarian language with unwavering confidence.
-Strip, slave.
-What? You want me...
This was a critical mistake for the woman, and at that very moment the hunter's assistants caught up with her and knocked the sword out of her hands. The hunter smiled. The hunt was problematic at first, but turned out to be a lot of fun.
-Stay away. Do you want to rape me?
-A tempting offer, but first let's see what you look like without clothes, slave.
-You can not! I am...
He put his hand to her mouth, gagging her.
-It doesn't matter who you are, or rather you were, now you are just a slave.
At that moment they began to tear off her armor and clothes. She won't need it anymore. The hunter was becoming more and more satisfied. She had not only the mind, but also the sensual body of a pleasure slave. He felt his manhood begin to burst. No wonder. He had a naked girl in front of him, but they still had a few things to do.
He reached out and touched her womb. The girl squealed, but he didn't care. He felt her intact hymen with his finger.
-White silk?
He smiled. Untouched were not as desired on Gor as among the barbarians, but the feeling of conquest was so pleasant.
He took the collar out of his bag and showed it to her. The girl started struggling and the hunter gave another order.
-Leading.
The helpers placed the girl in a bent position with her head down and her hands behind her back. She tried to raise her head, but they warned her that she was not allowed to look up in this position.
The hunter walked up to her and put a collar on her. He then stood back and admired his handiwork. It is said that in ancient times, at the dawn of Gor, men defeated women in a great war. Then the priest-kings made women beautiful so that they would desire them. He had to agree. Who wouldn't want to own such a beautiful creature. Whoever will give a lot of gold.
He then gave an order to the hunters and they put the bound slave onto the horse. It was time to go back to the mountain, they had slaves to train.

Dakness lay on the saddle, naked, bound only by a collar. The hunters took it to the market to sell it. All the terrible things they would do to her ran through her mind.
Eventually, however, they reached a strange hiding place where she was placed in front of a large mirror. She was kneeling in front of him with her legs wide open, her arms at her sides and her open palms resting on her thighs.
-This is Nadu. A position suitable for pleasure slaves like you. Hold it and look in the mirror.
Darknes did as she was told, although she did not understand why. During breaks, when she was not sitting in front of the mirror, they taught her their language.
After some time, they made her repeat in front of the mirror "La Kajira", which in their language meant "I am a slave". She had to repeat it all the time. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt those words drilling into her mind. That's what it was all about.
This was the training of slaves on Gor. Slow and subtle brainwashing. Gradually they instilled in her the feeling that she was just a slave whose only job was to please free people.
They taught her Gorean philosophy and how to take care of the house and take care of the men, both their equipment and their nightly needs.
In the last stages of training, the slave who was once Darkness sat in front of a mirror and repeated with conviction "I love being a slave".
The hunter looked at his goods and remembered how he had recently acquired her. He was smiling. Yes... she was a wonderful slave. Many times he had had the opportunity to understand the Gorean saying that once a man had tasted the fiery passion of a slave, free women would not be able to satisfy him. He was a little sorry that the market was approaching, but the thought of money sweetened the prospect.

When the day came, he looked at his goods just before he put them on the auction stage. A barefoot blonde wearing only a red tunic and a collar with a number attached. She was a slave ready to light a great fire with her passion.
When her number was called, she came on stage.
She moved with a light, energetic step. When she entered the center of the stage, she started dancing, presenting her assets to the buyers. Her breasts, hidden behind thin layers and tunics, bounced energetically, her hips, as if made to receive thrusts, swayed from one side to the other. Finally, in one move she took off her tunic, showing off her bare skin. She continued dancing, showing off how flawless her skin was, showing that there were no flaws that the tunic could hide. All the Goreans repeated in unison "only a fool buys a clothed slave." She had no defects, and her every move tempted potential buyers.
Finally she stopped. She stood with her legs apart, put her arms behind her neck and stuck out her breasts so that everyone could see her body.
The bidding has started. The sum increased every moment until the dealer said the word "sold".
The lucky buyer was a young member of the red caste. After handing over the purse of gold to the merchant, he put a collar on his new slave, and she went with him to his palace to become part of his harem. Her new life as a kajira has just begun.

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