One by one the other girls, too, violently threw themselves to the grass, rolling upon it and moaning, some even within the precincts of the square, then throwing themselves upon their backs, some with their eyes closed, crying out, others with their eyes open, fixed helplessly on the wild moons, some with hands tearing at the grass, others pounding the earth piteously with their small fists, sobbing and whimpering, their bodies uncontrolled, helpless, writhing, under the moons of Gor.
I found myself pulling at my bonds, suddenly aching with an unexplicable loneliness and desire. I pulled at the fiber that bound my wrists, so cruelly back; my throat pressed against the straps on my throat, almost choking me; my belly writhed under its strap; my ankles moved against one another, helpless in the leather confinement of the knotted strap. I looked up at the moons. I cried out in anguish. I wanted to be free, too, to dance, to cry out, to claw at the moons, to throw myself on the living, fibrous, flowing grass, to writhe with these women, my sisters, to writhe with them in the frenzy of their need ...
At last the girls, one by one, rose from the grass, drew on again their skins, and took up their weapons.
{Captive of Gor, pages 127 - 135}
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
