beneath the moons of Gor
"Come, Girl," said the Guard.
I followed him. I could now see the moons, beginning to rise over the points of the palisade. What did I care that the girl, Talena, was tonight sent to the tent of Rask of Treve? I hated him! I hated her even more than him!
I wished the guard had not taken my clothes. But when a girl is chained under the moons of Gor, she is chained naked. I did not understand their intention. I lay back in the grass. I felt it with my hands. I closed my eyes. I smiled.
I was furious of course, with what he had done to me, but also, I could not have helped responding to him as I had. He had, cruelly, mercilessly, unfairly, giving me no option, elicited from me the fantastic depths of sensations of which I had had not even realized my body was capable. His touch as that of a master, had commanded my body, totally, and I had swum in sensation, clutching him, fearing that I might drown with pleasure in his arms. Laugh if you will, but I could call him nothing but "Master". Do not scorn me nor mock me until you yourself, perhaps on some distant world someday wear a collar, until you, yourself as a slave have known the touch of such a man as Rask of Treve ...
I wept. I threw myself against the chain, running toward his tent, and fell in the grass, my ankle burning, scraped, from the steel that obdurately clasped it. On my hands and knees I tried to crawl to the tent. My left leg stretched taunt behind me, held. I cried out with frustration and pounded the grassy earth, weeping, with my fists.
I rolled on my back and looked up at the moons. I lay there my fist clenched. Then I closed my eyes. I could not dare to look upon them again, the great white looming moons of Gor, dominating the skies. I pounded the grass with the sides of my fists in misery. Then I dared to look again upon the vast, looming moons of Gor. What choice had I? I was only a girl who had been chained naked beneath them. I screamed and leaped to my feet, my hands extended to the moons, I stood helplessly beneath them, chained, naked, reaching for them. Then I began to dance the madness of my need, writihing beneath the moons of Gor, clutching at them, turning stamping my feet, swirling, crying out.
And when I could dance no more I fell to the grass, writhing, tearing at it, whimpering.
{Captive of Gor, pages 339 -341}
Earth | Elinor's Dance | Flute | Hope of Tina | "I Am For Sale" | Leash | Love | Need | Newly Collared Slave |
Oar Dance/Torvaldsland | Panther Girls | Placatory | Pole |
Rencer's | Sa-eela | Seduction | Ship & Larl | Submission |
Tether | Thong | Tile | Training to Dance | Tuka's Dance |
Veil | Virgin | Whip
