| The Lady Elicia, as I soon discovered, and had earlier suspected, despised and hated men. Yet, too, she found them, somehow, intensely fascinating and intriguing. Often she asked me questions which a slave girl might respond to intimately and easily if asked by another slave girl, but which were difficult to respond to if asked by a free woman. She would ask questions about the tethering and chaining of slaves, and their feelings, and what men made them do and how they were expected to speak and behave. She wanted to know intimate details of such things as what it was like to be a peasant’s girl and what men exacted of girls in a paga tavern. I tried to answer her honestly. She would profess rage and indignation. “Yes, Mistress,” I would murmur, putting my head down.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 389 – 390 Sex in a woman is a very subtle and profound thing; she is capable of deep and sustained pleasures which might be the envy of any vital organism. These pleasures, of course, can be used by a man to make her a helpless prisoner and slave. Perhaps that is why free women guard themselves so sternly against them. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 10 “What are you talking about?” she demanded. “Give me my clothing,” she demanded angrily. Again the points of the two spears pressed against her abdomen. Again they penetrated the loosely woven cloth. Again she stepped back, for the moment disconcerted. I gathered that she had been accustomed to having her demands met by men. When a woman speaks in that tone of voice to a man of Earth he generally hastens to do her bidding. He has been conditioned so. Here, however, her proven Earth techniques seemed ineffectual, and this puzzled her, and angered her, and, I think, to an extent frightened her. What if men did not do her bidding? She was smaller and weaker, and beautiful and desirable. What if she discovered that it were she, and not they, who must do now what was bidden, and with perfection? A woman who spoke in that tone to a Gorean man, if she were not a free woman, would find herself instantly whipped to his feet. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 25 I penetrated more deeply among the platforms. A girl, kneeling and naked, heavily chained, extended her hands to me. “Buy me, Master!” she begged. Then I had passed her and she was behind me. I saw two girls standing, back to back, the left wrist of each chained to the right wrist of the other. “Handsome master, consider me!” cried a girl as I passed her. Most of the girls knelt or sat on the platforms. All were secured in some fashion. “Scandalous,” said a free woman, to another free woman, who was passing near me. “Yes,” said the other free woman. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 53 – 54 I gestured to the two girls with the free woman. One of them slightly lowered her veil. “I will pay well for the use of one of these slaves,” I said to the free woman. “They are my personal slaves,” she said. “I will give a silver tarsk for the brief use of one, either that you might indicate,” I said. The warriors looked at one another. The offer was quite generous. It was unlikely that either of the girls would bring so much on the block. “No,” said the free woman, icily. “Permit me then to buy one,” I said, “for a golden tarn.” The men looked at one another, the draft slaves, too. Such a coin would fetch from the block a beauty fit for the gardens of a Ubar. “Stand aside,” said the free woman. I inclined my head. “Very well, Lady,” said I. I moved to one side. “I deem myself to have been insulted,” she said. “Forgive me, Lady,” said I, “but such was not my intent. If I have done or said aught to convey that impression, however minutely, I extend to you now the deepest and most profound of apologies and regrets.” I stepped back further, to permit the retinue to pass. “I should have you beaten,” she said. “I have greeted you in peace and friendship,” I said. I spoke quietly. Beat him,” she said. I caught the arm of the captain. His face turned white. “Have you raised your arm against me?” I asked. I released his arm, and he staggered back. Then he slung his shield on his arm, and unsheathed the blade slung at his left hip. “What is going on!” demanded the woman. “Be silent, foolish woman,” said the captain. She cried out with rage. But what did she know of the codes? I met his attack, turning it, and he fell, shield loose, at my feet. I had not chosen to kill him. “Aiii!” cried one of the draft slaves. “Kill him! Kill him!” cried the free woman. The slave girls screamed. Beasts of Gor Book 12 Page 114 – 115 Page11 |