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| "Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent, uncompromising male, a master; deep within them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast. This is completely clear in their fantasies; Earth culture, of course, gives little scope to these blood needs of the beauties of our race; accordingly, these needs, frustrated, tend to express themselves in neurosis, hysteria and hostility." ~Marauders of Gor, page 136~ "Nor I," she said, bitterly. She looked out over the gardens. "They are slave, and are happy," she said. "I am free, and am unhappy. I do not understand it." I said nothing. ......... "I am advised by certain of my friends to accept a companion" ~Fighting Slave of Gor, page 202~ "Any free woman who voluntarily couches with another's slave, or readies herself to do so, becomes the slave of the slave's master. By such an act, the couching with, or readying herself to couch with, a slave, as though she might be a girl of the slave's master, thrown to the slave, she shows herself as no more than a slave, and in this act, in law, becomes a slave." ~Magicians of Gor, page 303~ "Sexual heat, it might be mentioned, is looked upon in free women with mixed feelings; it is commanded, however, in a slave girl. Passion, it is thought, deprives the free woman to some extent of her freedom and self-control; it is frowned upon because it makes her behave, to some extent, like a degraded female slave; free women, thus, to protect their honor and dignity, their freedom and personhood, their individuality, must fight passion; the slave girl, of course, is not entitled to this privilege; it is denied to her, both by her society and her Master; while the free woman must remain cool and in control of herself, when in the arms of her companion, to avoid being truly "had", the slave girl is permitted to no such luxury; her control is in the hands of her Master, and she must, upon the mere word of her Master, surrender herself, writhing, to the humiliating heats of a degraded slave-girl's ecstasy. Only when a woman is owned can she be fully enjoyed." ~Tribesmen of Gor, page 17~ "This harsh treatment, incidentally, when she is thought to deserve it, may even be inflicted on a Free Companion, in spite of the fact that she is free and usually much loved. According to the Gorean way of looking at things a taste of The slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted Free Companions. Thus when she has been irritable or otherwise troublesome even a Free Companion may find herself at the foot of the couch looking forward to a pleasant night on the stones, stripped, with neither mat nor blanket, chained to a slave ring precisely as though she were a lowly slave girl. It is the Gorean way of reminding her, should she need to be reminded, that she, too, is a woman, and thus to be dominated, to be subject to men. Should she be tempted to forget this basic fact of Gorean life the slave ring set in the bottom of each Gorean couch is there to refresh her memory. Gor is a man�s world. And yet on this world I have seen great numbers of women who were both beautiful and splendid. The Gorean woman, for reasons that are not altogether clear to me, considering the culture, rejoices in being a woman. She is often an exciting, magnificent, glorious creature, outspoken, talkative, vital, active, spirited. On the whole I find her more joyful than many of her earth-inhabiting sisters who, theoretically at least, enjoy a more lofty status, although it is surely true that on my old world I have met several women with something of the Gorean zest for acknowledging the radiant truth of their sex, the gifts of joy, grace and beauty, tenderness, and fathoms of love that we poor men, I suspect, may sometimes and tragically fail to understand, to comprehend. Yet with all due respect and regard for the most astounding and marvelous sex, I suspect that, perhaps partly because of my Gorean training, it is true that a touch of the slave ring is occasionally beneficial. Of custom, a slave girl may not even ascend the couch to serve her master�s pleasure. The point of this restriction, I suppose, is to draw a clearer distinction between her status and that of a Free Companion. At any rate the dignities of the couch are, by custom, reserved for the Free Companion" ~Priest Kings of Gor, page 67 & 68~ "If you think that the pleasure of a man is inextricable linked with the pleasure of a woman, you are naive. That is a common misunderstanding of the free woman.� ~Mercenaries of Gor, page 194~ "Free women technically are priceless, they are also, usually, in bed, worthless. They are not worthy of holding candles within a thousand pasangs of a slave. To be sure, they commonly hold an inflated opinion of their expertise and desirability.� ~Renegades of Gor, page 63~ "It is interesting, I thought, how if one is starved for sex, and nothing better is about, one may have recourse even to a free woman. Perhaps, I thought, that is why many free women wish to keep men starved for sex, that they will then continue to be of interest to him.� ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 215 & 216~ �My point,� said he, �is that I have never made love to a free woman.� �That is all right,� I said. �I do not know how to make love to a free woman,� he said. �Do not worry about it,� I said. �There is commonly little worthy of that name which takes place with free woman.� �Oh?� he said. �Yes,� I said. �They are too much concerned with their status, dignity, freedom and independence to be any good in the furs.� ~Vagabonds of Gor, page 353~ �They are male silk slaves, pleasantly featured, symmetrically proportioned, charming fellows, gentle, sensitive, unthreatening. They are well trained to be a woman�s slave.� �Ah!� she said, as though interested. ��� They are the sort,� he said, with whom a lady might chat of her day, her doings, and thoughts, with whom she might exchange gossip, and gratefully share delicate confidences. They are well-trained to be a woman�s slave. They would look well in their silk at your slave ring. You could be proud of them as they hurry about your errands, keep your quarters and serve your friends.� �They are not masculine, are they?� she inquired. �I find masculinity so offensive and vulgar.� She said. �The liar, the liar, I thought. Even within her garments I sensed her naked body palpitating in his presense!����. �You need have no fear,� he said. �They have been selected for their nature, which is that to be a woman�s slave.� ~Witness of Gor, page 132-133~ |