"She is not from Gor!" I said.
"She is from far away," said the fellow next to me.
"From the distant land," said another.
"Called 'Earth'," said another.
"Yes," I said.
The mark on the girl's arm had not been the result of the imprint of a master's iron. It had been a vaccination mark. I had noted, too, interestingly, just before she had whirled away, that she was shy. I assessed her as being quite intelligent, extremely sensitive, and an excellent slave. She had now, as the music swirled to its finish, returned to move before her Master. Then, the dance ended, men striking their left shoulders in Gorean applause, shouting their vociferous approval, some armed warriors striking their sheilds with spear blades, she sank to the ground, on her back, breathless, breasts heaving, covered with a sheen of sweat, before her Master, her left knee raised, her head turned toward him, the palms of her hands, at her sides, vulnerably exposed. She had been superb. My shoulder was sore from where I had much struck it.
Then with a sensuous, fluid movement she rose to her knees before her Master. She spread her knees, widely. She regarded him, beggingly. The dance had much aroused her, and she was totally his, completely at his will, his pleasure and mercy.
"Our gratitude, Teiber!" cried a fellow.
{Magicians of Gor, pages 52 - 56}
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
