John Norman Gor 15 Rogue Of Gor

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"Surely, then, you wish to be free?" I asked.
"Why?" she asked.
"You are a woman of Earth," I said.
"Do you think that in the bellies of the females of Earth there does not lurk
a true woman?" she asked.
"I do not know," I said.
"We are not men, really," she said.
"You would be well advised not to say things like that on Earth," I said.
"I know," she said. "On Earth, I did not speak the depths of my feelings. I
did not dare.
I did not wish to be criticized by men, or by unhappy, frustrated women."
I nodded. The cultural penalties inflicted on those who speak the truth can be
severe.
"I kept silent," she said, "and longed for a master."
"Is not freedom precious?" I asked.
"I have been free," she said. "I know what it is like."
"Is it not precious?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "it is precious, very precious. And sometimes I miss it very
much.
Sometimes I wish I were again free. Sometimes, when I am chained at night, or
whipped, or commanded, and must do things I do not wish to do, I wish I were
again free. And sometimes
I am terribly afraid when I think of the power my masters have over me."
"I see," I said.
"But then, too," she said, "I find myself exquisitely thrilled, and responsive
to, the very power, the force and discipline, to which I am subject. To know
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that I am a slave and must obey fulfills something very deep in me."
"I see," I said.
"Sometimes, at night," she said, "I find myself, almost without thinking about
it, licking the bars of my cage, kissing the steel on my wrists."
"Do you fear your masters?" I asked.
"Of course," she said, "they hold over me the power of life and death."
"But yet," I asked, "you find them exciting?"
"I find them terribly exciting," she said, "both emotionally and physically. I
can scarcely be near them without catching my breath, without feeling slightly
afraid and trembling."
"They own you," I said.
"Yes," she said.
"When they look upon you, do you feel sexual heat?" I asked.
"Often," she said.
"And if they should snap their fingers and point to the floor?" I asked.
"Then I would swiftly lie before them, and as a slave," she said.
"You are eager to please them?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "I am eager to please them, fully and totally."
"Because they are your masters?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "and I am their slave."
She smiled at me. "Do these responses," she asked, "startle you, coming as
they do from a woman once of Earth?"
"There seems little in you now of Earth," I said.
"True," she smiled. She pulled at the thongs. "I am now only a Gorean slave
girl," she said.
I said nothing.
"The women of Earth are also women," she said. "Do not despise them for it.
Accept them for what they are. There is nothing wrong with being a woman. It
is the complementary sex to that of the male. It is not our fault if, when
placed in a proper context, a biological context, in a biologically congenial
civilization, we behave as we desire, and must. Is your anger or dismay
actually an envy of the Gorean brutes who throw us to their feet and put
collars on our necks? Consider that. It may be true. Would you not like some
delicious Earth woman as your total slave? If so, how are you so different
from the brutes of Gor, who do with us as they wish? It is not our fault if,
for whatever reasons, the men of Earth seem determined to turn us into men,
and deny to us our precious and ancient natures. It is hard to be a woman on
Earth." She then pulled again at the thongs. "But it is not hard, Master, on
Gor," she smiled. "Gorean men see to it."
"You are a slave," I said. "Are you happy?"
"Yes," she said, "radiantly happy."
"Why?" I asked.
"I am now in the power of uncompromising and dominant males. I must serve them
and please them, and as a woman, fully. I am owned by them. They bring the
fullness of my womanhood out of me, and are content with nothing less. On Gor,
for the first time in my life, I am a total woman. I am completely fulfilled.
I am incredibly happy."
"You are fond of your slavery?" I asked.
"I love my slavery, Master," she said.
"Would you like to go back to Earth?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
I regarded her.
"See my brand," she said.
I did so. It was the common Kajira mark. It was .the same brand worn by Miss
Henderson. Both girls were left-thigh branded.
"My collar," she said.
I regarded it. It was simple, narrow, close-fitting, of gleaming steel.
"The thongs on my wrists," she said.
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I looked at her bound wrists.
"And my naked body," she said, "tied for a master's, pleasure."
"Yes," I said.
"Am I not an exquisite slave girl?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"And yet," she said, "I am from the planet Earth. Can you doubt, truly, then,
that the women of Earth can be slaves?"
"No," I said.
"I do not doubt it."
"Perhaps you do doubt it," she said.
"No," I said. "No."
"Untie me," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I will prove to you that I am a slave," she said.
I looked at her, not speaking.
"Have you held slaves in your arms?" she asked
"Yes," I said, "many times."
"See, then," she said, "If I am different."
I regarded her.
"Touch me," she begged.
I smiled, ignoring her plea.
She leaned back, her wrists, bound, at the rings. "You are clearly Gorean,"
she said. "I
see that I must wait upon your will.
I sat, cross-legged, for some time, watching her. Then her eyes looked
pleadingly at me. I could smell the heat of her.
"Do you beg to be had, and as a slave?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. "I beg to be had, and as a slave."
I then slowly untied her.
"So," she asked later, smiling, lying on her stomach beside me, "am I so
different?"
"No," I said.
"You put me well to the test," she laughed.
I touched the collar, lightly, at her throat.
"Do you doubt that I am a slave?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"You see," she said, "that I am a superb slave."
"It is true," I said.
"Have I not been appropriately and fittingly imbonded?" she asked.
"You have been," I said.
"Do I not belong in a slave collar?" she asked.
"There is no doubt about it," I said. "You do"
"Tasdron had me for a silver tarsk," she said.
"A cheap price," I said. "You are worth more."
"I am better now," she said, "than when Tasdron bought me. I have learned
much."
"I would say you are worth now at least two silver tarsks."
"Thank you, Master," she said, warmly, kissing me.
"It is hard to believe that you are from Earth," I said.
She laughed. "But I am, Master," she said. "You saw me there yourself, in the
restaurant."
"Yes," I said.
"When you saw me there," she asked, "did you want to have me?"
"Yes," I said. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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