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| Some girls, knowing how desireable this can make them, beg their master to have their ears pierced. The piercing of the ears is not only symbolic and aesthetic to the master and the slave but it can be tactually arousing, as well, playing with the earring, the girl feeling it brush the side of her cheek or neck, and so on. {Blood Brothers of Gor, page 336} |
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| "Do you think a girl such as you, so soft and beautiful, with your slave reflexes, can ever be anything but a slave on this world?" "No," I said bitterly. "And your ears are pierced," she said. I tossed my head. "I know," I said. That in itself, I knew, would be enough to keep me a slave on Gor. I would always be a slave on Gor. {Slave Girl of Gor, page 302} |
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| "The piercing of the ears is far more terrible," said Ute. "Nose rings are nothing. They are even pretty. In the south even the free women of the Wagon Peoples wear nose rings." She held me more closely. "Even free women in the south," she insisted, "the free women of the Wagon Peoples, wear nose rings." She kissed me. "Besides," she said, "it may be removed, and no one will ever know that you wore it. It will not show." Then Ute's eyes clouded with tears. I looked at the tiny steel rods holding open the wounds in her ears. "But only slave girls," she wept, "have their ears pierced." She wept. "How can I ever hope to become a Free Companion?" she wept. "What man would want a woman with the pierced ears of a slave girl? And if I were not veiled, anyone might look upon me, and laugh, and scorn me, seeing that my ears have been pierced, as those of a slave girl!" {Captive of Gor, page 166} |
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