sluttie hears the village bar being struck 9 times. It is an hour before Gorean midnight and slaves must be in their cages.

the girl’s belly gurgles. slave is hungry. slave thinks of the cold icky porridge that might be left for her in her trough ~IF~ she’s lucky

sluttie shudders

sluttie’s tummy gurgles again

sluttie thinks back to her time on earth long ago and wonders if the Priest Kings would strike down a mere slave for inventing The Gorean Pepperoni Pizza

sluttie RUNS back to her Mistress’ home before the 9th tone is sounded, slave bells and bangles ringing furiously as she runs.

panting, the slave trots into her Mistress’ kitchen, rummages through her Mistress’ pantries and stores.

sluttie opens drawers, peers into clay jugs and casks…

Hmmm… beans, berries, onions, tuber suls, various sorts of melons, a foliated leaf vegetable called Katch, onions and honey

sluttie digs around some more…. various root vegetables such as turnips, carrots, radishes,raisins, nuts

Ah ha!

smiling, sluttie gathers together into her arms a pile of sweet juicy red larma fruit, a slab of fresh fatty tarsk back, a wheel of fine white verr cheese, a sack of sa-tarna flour and dumps it all on the kitchen table.

sluttie hums a happy Tuchuk bosk-herding tune while she pours 2 1/4 bazi tea spoons of dry yeast into 1 1/2 cups of warmed water. After sitting for 5 ehn she mixes in 3 1/2 cups of sa-tarna flour. girl kneads and folds and mixes in sprinkles of sea salt and kneads and folds some more.

sluttie dribbles in 2 big spoons of olive oil and kneads & folds, kneads & folds, kneads & folds… and wipes a bit of sweat from her brow.

sluttie coats the ball of dough with more olive oil by rolling in in her oiled hands, slave bells jingling, bracelets jangling. she lays it to rise for an ahn or so until it about doubles in size. somewhat exhausted, arms aching, girl leaves the dough to add wood to the glowing embers in the hearth.

Somewhere in the distance a bar rings 10, Gorean midnight.

sluttie selects 10 large larma and quickly slices them, saves the seeds to plant later, and minces the lush fruit with her shell knife. the girl adds spices and mashes the paste with a pestle. slave slices and minces a small yellow onion and stirs that into the thick sauce.

still happily humming, slave slices the fatty tarsk into thin strips, then cuts the strips into squares about a hort on each side. she glances at the roaring fire in the hearth.

sluttie pokes at the firewood with a stick and goes back to the counter. The Tuchuk tune she hums is now about fierce warriors riding the herd on kaliia back, one of her favorite parts.

the slave slices thin bits of creamy white verr cheese off of the wheel. she chops some, crumbles more with her fingers. Looking around to see if an Free One is near, she pops some in her mouth. Mmmm! Yummy!

Somewhere in the distance a bar rings once. It is an hour after midnight. girl glances at the oil-coated ball of dough, now risen to the proper size.

sluttie dusts the counter with fresh flour and plops the dough down

sluttie begins to roll out the dough with a wooden rolling pin, still humming the Tuchuk tune about thundering bosk herds in the pearly dawn. As the fire crackles, she finishes rolling the dough into a round flat pie 16 hort across. A big ‘un!

sluttie happily spoons the thick sweet larma paste onto the dough. she pauses to pinch the edges of the pie with her fingers all the way around making a lip. girl fills the pie so the paste is about 1/2 hort thick. slave sprinkles a bit of spices here and there. slave tosses the chopped, minced, and crumbled cheese all over the sauce evenly to completely cover it.

sluttie licks her lips.

sluttie plays at tossing the flat squares of fatty tarsk meat randomly onto the cheese, toying with the arrangement till it is almost completely covered.

girl takes a broad wooden spatula and carefully lifts the pie from the counter. bending over so that her luscious butt sticks out, she slides the pie gingerly into the smooth stone oven.

sluttie puts away the remaining tarsk and the verr cheese. she wipes the table, sweeps a bit of flour off the floor, wipes the flour from her own locked cuffs

After perhaps 10 ehn have passed, sluttie glances into the oven. Grabbing the large wooden spatula, she carefully lifts then turns the pie around carefully not disturbing it.

The kitchen starts to smell really really good!

Suddenly her Mistress and several guests walk into the main room.

sluttie scurries to kneel before them, her silks swirling around her bare legs, belled anklets and bangles jingling.

sluttie flips her golden tresses out of her eyes and says in a happy tone, “Welcome home my Mistress. Greetings Master and Mistresses. How may this girl serve You?”

The Mistresses order kalana, the Master wants mead and slave scurries to fetch them.

Quickly gathering the beverages, she pauses to turn the pie again. she runs back to her Mistress’ sitting room and deferentially performs four perfect, submissive, demure serves.

Given permission to leave, she races back to the oven just as the edges of the pie turn a perfect golden brown. she smiles. girl slides the pie out of the oven onto her Mistress’ largest serving platter. slave slices it across four times making eight beautiful pieces.

sluttie’s mouth waters as she spreads the firewood around so that the oven will cool.

“SLAVE! Bring food NOW!” the Master calls.

sluttie sighs softly but quickly calls out in a cheerful voice anyway, “Yes Master, immediately Master.”

sluttie finds four clean plates, slides two pieces onto each plate, carefully balances them on her hands and forearms like any good waitress on any planet, and sashays into the sitting room with her hips rolling as she walks.

sluttie serves her Mistress first. Then the Master. Finally the two Mistress…. All served while kneeling with outstretched arms high above her bowed head.

slave is dismissed.

“Thank You my Mistress, thank You Master and Mistresses” slave says with bowed head backing away respectfully. “It was this slave’s joy to serve You.”

Out of sight of the Free Ones, sluttie wanders sullenly around the kitchen.

sluttie spots her cold moldy porridge in a bowl on the floor. Bugs crawl around and over it.

sluttie’s stomach gurgles again. girl crawls on her hands and knees to lick at the bowl but then hears her Mistress….

“SLUTTIE! Shouldn’t you be in your cage? Go NOW!”

sluttie sighs quietly so she is not heard.

“Yes my Mistress, girl will hurry to kennel,” she chirps cheerfully and obediently.

sluttie quietly descends the steps into the dungeon, crawls into her cage, hears the lock click as the door closes behind her. her tummy gurgles as she rolls over in her tattered furs to go to sleep.