| “Yes,” she said. “They are stinking, meaningless, lascivious little sluts who have been as slaves in the arms of Gorean men. It has spoiled them for freedom. They are worthless, sensuous little beasts whose passions Gorean men have seen fit, as cruel masters, to ignite. Their sexuality, their shamelessness, their needs, their helplessness, makes them an insult to free women.
Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 63 Lola fled to the Lady Gina and knelt before her, putting her head to the floor. Lola, I saw, was terrified to be in the presence of the free women. I realized then, as I had not before, something of the loathing and hatred with which the enslaved female is regarded by her free sisters. . . . She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar. Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 83 – 84 Lola looked up at me, tears in her eyes. Slavery, I suddenly suspected, releases femaleness in the woman. I did not suppose that Gorean free women could have brought themselves to this pitch of exposure, vulnerability and excitement, which was perhaps not unusual for a slave girl. The major difference then, I suspected, lay not so much between the Gorean woman and the Earth woman, but between the free woman and the slave. Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 101 “Are you a pretty one?” I heard. A woman’s voice had spoken. I looked up, through the perforations. “I can see very little of him,” said another voice, also that of a woman. Two free women, veiled and in robes, stood near the slave box. They had market baskets on their arms. “Are you pretty?” I heard. “I do not know, Mistress,” I said. She laughed. “For what market are you bound?” asked the other woman. “The market of Tima,” I said. They looked at one another and laughed. “I’ll bet you are a pretty one!” said one of the women. “My companion would not even let me have a pet like you,” said the other. “Are you quite tame?” asked the first woman. “Yes, Mistress,” I said. “He probably is,” said the second woman. “The market of Tima is famous for her tamed slaves.” I did not tell them that I came from a world in which almost all the males were perfectly tamed, indeed, a world in which males were supposed to pride themselves on their inoffensiveness and agreeability. “I do not trust Kajiri,” said the first woman. “They can revert. Can you imagine how fearful that might be, if one turned on you?” The second one shuddered, but I thought with pleasure. “Yes,” she said. “Consider your danger, and what they might make you do,” said the first. “Yes,” said the second. “They might treat you as though you were little better than a slave.” “Or perhaps as only a slave,” said the second. “How horrifying that would be,” said the first. “Yes,” said the second, but it seemed to me that she, beneath her robes and veil, shuddered again with pleasure. “But if the Mistress is strong,” said the first, “what has she to fear?” “One who is stronger than she,” said the second. “I am stronger than any man,” said the first. “But what if you should meet your Master?” asked the second. The first one was silent then for a moment. Then she spoke. “I would love him and serve him, helplessly,” she said. “Beautiful Mistresses,” I said, “can you tell me in what city I am?” “Be silent, Slave,” said the first woman. “Yes, Mistress,” I said. “Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajirus,” said the second. “Yes, Mistress,” I said. “Forgive me, Mistresses.” Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 123 - 124 I could already begin to feel the wine. I was still half on my elbows. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked. “Treat you as what you are,” she said, “a man of Earth, a weakling, at the mercy of a Gorean free woman.” I regarded her, frightened. “Lie back, pretty Jason,” she said. I lay back. The furs were deep about me. I felt the inflexible clasp of the steel on my ankles and wrists. Then suddenly, lightly, like a cat, she slipped onto the couch beside me. “I do not understand,” I said. “What are you going to do with me?” “Own you,” she whispered. “Use you for my pleasure.” I looked at her with horror. She smiled and then thrust the whip, crosswise, in my mouth, between my teeth. She then aroused, and raped me. Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 132 Page15 |