"Discusting! Discusting!" cried the free woman,
one veiled and wearing the robes of the scribes,
standing in the audience.
"Pull down your skirt, you slave, you brazen
hussy!"
"Pray, do withdraw, noble sir, for you surprise
me unawares, and of necessity I must improvise some
veiling, lest my features be disclosed," cried the girl upon the stage.
Boots Tarskbit's current Brigella. I had seen her a few days earlier in
Port Kar.
"Pull down your skirt, slut!" cried the free woman in the audience.
"Be quiet," said a free man to the woman. "It is only a play."
"Be silent yourself!" she cried back at him.
"Would that you were a slave," he growled.
"You would pay richly for your impertinence."
"I am not a slave." she said.
"Obviously," he siad.
"And I shall never be a slave," she said.
"Do not be too sure of that," he said.
"Beast." she said.
"I wonder if you would be any good chained in a tent." he said.
"Monster!" she said.
"Let us observe the drama," suggested another fellow.
Players of Gor...page 121-122
"Slave!" said the free woman, coldly, imperiously, obviously addressing
the Brigella, and in no uncertain terms.
"Mistress," responded the girl immediately, frightened breaking out of
character, turning about and kneeling down. She had been addressed by a
free woman.
"Head to the boards!" snapped the free woman.
Immediately the girl put her head down to
the boards.
She trembled. Such women are totally at the mercy of free persons.
"Are you the owner of this slave?" asked the free woman of Boots Tarsk-Bit.
"Yes, Lady," he said.
"I suggest that she be beaten." she said.
"Perhaps an excellent suggestion." said Boots
Tarsk-Bit,
"as she is a slave, but have you any special
reason in mind, not that one needs one, of course,"
"I do not care for her performance," said
the free woman
"It is difficult to please everyone," Boots
admitted. "But I assure you that if I, her master, am not fully satisfied
with her performance, I will personally tie her and see that she is well
whipped.
"I find her performance disgusting," she said.
"Yes, Lady," said boots.
"And I find it an insult to free women!" said
the free woman.
"Yes,Lady," said Boots, patiently.
"Let's see the rest of the play," said a man.
"So beat her!" siad the free woman.
"I see no reason to beat her," siad Boots.
"she is doing precisely what she is supposed to be doing. She is obeying.
she is being obedient. If she were not being obedient, then I would beat
her, then I would see to it that she were suitably and lengthily lashed.
"Beat her!" demanded the free womna.
"Shall I beat her?" inquired Boots of the
crowd.
"No!" called a man.
"NO!" shouted another.
"On with the play!" shouted another.
"Get on with the play!" called another.
"have mercy, kind lady," begged Boots.
"I do not think that I will see fit to show
you mercy in this matter," she said.
"Take off the clothes of the scribe female
and put her under the whip." said. a man
"Enslave her," growled another.
"Silence, silence, rabble!" she cried, turning
about, facing the crowd.
"Rabble?" inquired a fellow. Assuredly the crowd was composed mostly of
free men.
"Rabble!" said another fellow, angrily.
"Beasts and scum!" she cried.
"Enslave her!" siad a man.
"Get her a collar," said a man. "She will
then quicky mend her ways."
"Take off her clothes," said another. "Bracelet
her. Put her on a leash."
"I have bracelets and a leash here." said
a man.
"Put them on her." said another. "conduct
her to an iron worker,"
"I will pay for her branding." said another.
"I will share the cost." siad another.
"I am Telitsia, Lady of Asperiche," she said.
"I am a free woman! I am not afraid of men!"
I smiled to myself. she was perfectly safe,
of course, for she was within the perimeters of the Sardar Fari. How brave
women can be within the context of conventions! I wondered if they understood
the artificiality, the fragility, the tentativeness, the revokability of
those subtle ramparts. Did they turly confuse them with walls of stone
and the forces of weaponry? Did they understand the differences between
the lines and colors on maps and the realities of a physical terrain? To
what extent did they comprehend the fictional or mythical nature of those
castles within which they tood refuge, from the heights of which they sought
to impress their will on worlds? Did they not know that one day men might
say to them, "The castel does not exist." and that they might then find
themselves once again, the patience of men ended, the folly concluded,
the game over, struck to their place in nature, gazing upward at masters?
Asperiche, incidentally, is an exchange island, or free island in thassa.
It is south of Teletus and Tabor. It is
adminstered by merchants.
"Let us continue with the play," suggested
a man, irritabley.
"Yes, yes," said others. "On with the play!"
"continue!" "Get on with the play!"
"I understand that your Brigella is good,"
siad a man.
"I want to see her, fully."
The Brigella trembled, but she, still kneeling,
could not lift her head from the boards. She had not yet received permission
to do so. She did not, accordingly, know who it was who had expressed interest
in her. I had little doubt, however that she would now perform marvelously,
that she would now play superbly to the entire crowd, that she would now
make a special effort to be as deliciously skillful and juicily appealing
in her role as possible. Someone was out there, doubtless with money in
his wallet, who might be interested in spending it on her, buying her.
This doubtless thrilled her, and pleased her vanity. It is a great complimnet
to a woman to be willing to buy her. It is then up to the girl to see that
the man gets
a housand times his money's worth, and
more. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"With your permission, Lady Telitsia?" inquired
Boots. addressing himself politely to the haughty, rigid, proud, vain heavily
veiled, blue clad free female standing in the front row below the stage.
"You may continue." she said.
"But you may find what ensues offensive,"
Boots warned her.
"Doubtless I will," she said. "And have no
fear, I shall include it in my complaint to the proper magistrates."
"You wish to remain?" asked Boots, puzzled.
"Yes," she said. "but do not expect a coin
from me,"
I smiled. The Lady Telitsia was obviously
as interesed in seeing the rest of the play as the rest of us. I found
this interesting.
"The simple beneficence of your presence,
that of a nobel free woman, is in itself a reward far beyond our deserving."
Boots assured her.
"What is he saying?" asked a man.
"He is saying that she is more than we deserve."
growled a fellow.
"That is true." laughed a man.
"She could be taught to be pleasing." said
a man.
"True." said a man.
"That might be amusing," said a man.
"You many continue." said the Lady Telitsia,loftily,
to Boots Tarsk-Bit, ignoring these remarks.
Players of Gor pages 126-127
"Your beauty," said I, "as least in its external
linearments, might weel be the envy of many slaves, and if it were to become
itself a slave's beauty, with the inward transformations bondage effects
in a woman, it might, in time, in my opinion attain at least the minimum
standards of being slave beautiful."
"Then only a slave can be slave beautiful?"
she asked.
"I would not wish to make it a matter of meanings."
I said. "but, empirically, it does seem to be pretty much a matter of the
condition, a function of its fulfillments, and such."
"Free women are more beautiful than slaves,"
she said.
"that is false," I said. "Furthermore, every
woman, in her heart, knows it is false. any beauty a free woman has, for
example, is enhanced a thousandfold when she becomes a slave."
"I hate slave!" she said.
"that is becuase you are not one of them,"
I said.
"You envy them."
"Beware," she said. "I am a free woman!"
"I know." I said.
"And you are totally within my power." she
said.
"I understand" I said.
"Approach me, on all fours," she said. "Perhaps
I will forgive you, if you are skillful."
I approached her.
Players of Gor...page 92
"Tonight," she said. imperiously, "you will
be hooded and chained, as usual, within the entrance of my tent. I am to
be touched only if I please, and exactly as I please."
"Yes, Mistress," I said. I saw that she still
feared me, and herself, and, I think, men generally . she had not yet been
able to cope with the sensations which I had induced in her.This is not
surprising in a free woman. To be sure such sensations can be terribly
frightening to a free woman. They whisper to her of slavery. she is terrified
to say. "yes" to the, with all she knows this means, but aches and longs
to do so, and will not be whole until she does.
Players of Gor...page 105
"Aphris looked about her. She lifted her head,
and I could see the lovely line of her nose beneath the veil of white silk
trimmed with gold. She sniffed twice. The she clapped her little gloved
hands twice and the feast steward rushed to her side. "I smell bosk dung"
she said. The feast steward looked startled, then horrified, then knowledgeable,
and then bowed and spread his hands. He smiled ingratiatingly, apologetically.
"I am sorry, Lady Aphris," said he, "but under
the circumstances. "
She looked about, and then it seemed she saw
Kamchak.
"Ah!" she said, "I
see, a Tuchuk, of course."
Kamchak, though sitting cross legged, seemed
to bounce twice on the cushions, slapping the small table ,rattling dishes
for a dozen feet on either side. He was rolling with laughter. "Superb!"
he cried. "Please, if you wish, Lady Aphris, join us," wheezed Saphrar.
Aphris of Turia, pleased with herself, assumed
her place between the merchant and Kamchak, kneeling back on her heels
in the position of a Gorean free woman. Her back was very straight and
her head high, in the Gorean fashion. She turned to Kamchak. "It seems
we have met before," she said.
"Two years ago," said Kamchak, "in such a
place at such a time you recall it was when you called me a Tuchuk sleen."
"I seem to recall,"
said Aphris, as though trying very hard to do so.
"I had brought you
a five-belt necklace of diamonds," said Kamchak, "for I had heard you were
beautiful."
"Oh," said Aphris,
"yes, I gave it to one of my slaves." Kamchak slapped the table in merriment
again.
"It was then," he
said, "that you turned away, calling me a Tuchuk sleen."
"Oh yes!" laughed
Aphris. "And it was then," said Kamchak, still laughing, "that I vowed
I would make you my slave."
Nomads of Gor page 94
While Free Women, technically, are priceless,
they are usually, in bed, worthless. They are not worthy of
kneeling and humbly holding candles within a thousand pasangs of a slave.
Renegades of Gor page 63
"Are most Gorean woman slaves?" she asked.
"No," I said. "Indeed, statistically, in those parts of Gor which I am
familiar with, very few. This varies somewhat , of course, from city to
city. The major exception to these ratios is the city of Tharna, in which
almost every woman is a slave, there are special historical reasons for
that."
Beasts of Gor Page 246
While the free woman must remain cool and in
control of herself even in the arms of her companion to avoid being truly
'had', the slave girl is permitted no such luxury."
Tribesman of Gor Page 17
"If you are going to masquerade as a slave,"
I said, "you should grow accustomed, at least in some respects, to being
treated as a slave."
"Yes," she said.
"Suppose it were not a masquerade." I said.
"I understand," she said. Her eyes briefly
clouded.
I saw that she was frightened. I saw that
she had just had some inkling as to what it might be to be truly a slave,
to be truly, utterly, at the mercy of masters.
"Leap up," I suggested. "Flee the rack. Hurry home. If the straps are fastened
upon you, it will be too late."
"No," she whispered.
"But what of respect and dignity?" I asked.
"Surely you desire these, desperately."
"I have had respect and dignity for years."
she said, "and they are empty! I have had my fill of respect and dignity!
For years I have been betrayed and deluded by those trivializing, vacuous,
negative verbalities! I do not want respect and dignity! Obviously they
are not the answer. If they were, I should be happy, but I am not! I do
not want respect and dignity! I want fulfillment, and truth!"
I saw that her sexual drives were far too
strong to be appropriate for those of a free woman. In her there was an
eager, succumbing slave.
"Now I want to be overwhelmed, dominated.
Now I want to take my place in the order of nature. I want to be what I
am, and have always been, truly a woman!"
In every woman, of course,Goreans think, there
is a slave. Perhaps, in the end, there is no difference.
She looked at me, pleadingly.
"You are a free woman." I told her.
She moaned.
"It would seem thus." I said, "as least according
to some, that you are entitled to respect and dignity."
"I have never encountered a convincing proof
to that effect." she said. "Have you?"
"No," I said.
"Oh, would that I were a slave," she smiled.
"Then I would not have to concern myself with
such matters. Then I would only have to mind my
manners and make certain that I pleased my masters, totally,"
"To be sure," I said. "many of the matters
with which the free woman must concern herself are simply
irrelevant to the slave."
"Such as dignity and respect," she said.
"Yes." I said.
"Under those names I have gone hungry for
years." she said.
"And yet, now," I said, "you have come, and
of your own free will, to a rack."
"There comes a time," she said. "when the
slogans no longer suffice, a time when the myth is seen to be meaningless."
"And such a time came for you?" I said.
"Yes," she said.
"And then you put on a collar and came to
carnival."
"Yes," she said, "and to a rack!"
"Interesting," I said.
"Are you going to touch me?" she asked.
"I do not know," I said.
"You would use me without a second thought
if I were a slave," she said. "You are putting me through
this because I am a free woman. that is why you are making me suffer! that
is why you are torturing me! Do you want me to beg?"
"Surely that would be unseemly in a free woman."
I said.
"If I were a slave," she smiled. "I would
beg quickly enough."
"I do not doubt it," I said. I could sense
that she was quite hot, for a free woman. To be sure,
as a free woman, she could not even begin to suspect what it might be to
be in the throes of slave need, to be slave hot, so to speak.
"Are you going to touch me?" she asked.
"I do not know," I said, musingly.
Players of Gor...page76-77
She twisted her head angrily, in frustration,
to the side on the surface of broad, soft, interlaced straps.
"You are free to leave, of course." I said.
"You have not yet been fastened in place."
"and what if I were fastened in place?" she
asked.
"Then you would not be free to leave." I said.
"I see," she said. she lay back on the straps,
and lifted her knees, and put her hands above and behind her, hooking her
fingers in the interstices of the broad straps. She looked at me.
"I think there may be a slave in you." I said.
"Very well," she said. "You win. I beg rape."
I regarded her.
"Do you find me attractive?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Then take me," she said. "I am yours."
"You are a free woman." I said. "Thus, it
would doubtless be improper for me to subject you to powerful uses. It
is up to me, doubtless, to see that you are portected from, indeed shielded
from, powerful sexual insights and experiences. You do not need to know
what it is to be under male dominance. It is doubtless best that you never
learn. It might change your life. similarly, it is probably best that you
learn nothing of helpless obedience, of submission and total surrender.
It is difficult to tell where such things might lead. All in all, you had
best remain on the superficial levels of sexuality, those appropriate to
a free woman, unaware that anything deeper and more profound exists."
she looked at me, angrily.
"It seems, thus," I said. "that I must refrain from responding to your
needs, reall and urgent though they may be."
"Do you think that I will respect you for
falsifying your manhood," she cried, "for denying it, for pretending it
does not exist! No! Ultimately I would only despise you for your selfbetrayal!
Is honesty too much to ask from men? If you will not be a man, how can
I be a woman? If I were a man, I would be a true man, and I would never
betray my manhood! It would be preciious to me! I would rejoince in it!
And I would teach women which is what we want,
what it is to be a woman!
I would be merciless with them! I would
be their master!"
"That is what you want?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "for without it, we cannot
be women."
I reached to one of the straps. It was a holding
strap. These straps are adjustable. I would take it twice snugly about
her wrist and then, angling it, press the cap- topped stud at the end of
the strap, from the bottom, up through one of the small, sturdy, suitable
eyelets on the same strap., No buckles are used. the occupant of the rack,
of course, because of the nature of the cap-topped stud and the eyelet,
cannot, from her position, free herself. She is helpless. The arrangement,
thus, is not only such that the girl finds, herself, when the straps are
on her, held in perfect custody, but this sutody, in virtue of the nature
of the studds and eyelets, may be easily imposed or removed, a convenience
to the handler.
"If I fasten these upon you, you will be helpless."
I said.
I began with her wrists and then I secured
her ankles.
"Free yourself," I suggested.
She struggled, "I cannot," she said. She looked
at me, frightened. "I am as helpless as a slave," she said.
I regarded her. She was extremely attractive.
"What are you doing?" she cried. My hands
were at the string holding the cloth about her hips.
"I am going to lay aside your veil," I told
her.
"No!" she begged.
I undid the string.
"I shall cry out!" she threatened.
"Then it will only be necessary to gag you."
I said.
"Please," she begged. "I have changed my mind!
Release me!"
"It is too late for tha," I said.
"Please," she pleaded.
"I am only human," I told her.
"Please." she pleaaded.
"No." I told her.
Then she lay back on the soft, broad straps,
moaning. The cloth at her hops, now freed, had been brushed to the sides.
No longer now between us lay the least impediment. She was now, as it is
sometimes said on Gor, slave naked. She looked at me. I put down my head
and began to kiss her. and lick her, slowly about the belly.
"Oh!" she said.
And then, in a few moments, she was
trying to move her body beaneath my mouth, trying to bring me to other
positions on her body. Her movements were mute pleas.
"Ohhh!" she said suddenly, softly.
"Now," I said. "you must restrain yourself.
You must try not to move."
"I cannot help myself." she said.
"It would be easy enough for me to desert
you now." I said. "leaving you in the straps."
She moaned.
"You will not move now." I said. "until you
receive permission"
"I will try." she said.
I then continued to lick and kiss at her,
softly. She began to whimper and moan. I looked at her. Her eyes were wild,
pleading. I put my hands on her belly. It was tense and hot, throbbing
with blood and need. "Do not move." I told her.
"No!" she said. "no!"
I then resumed my ministrations to her body.
They were such as might be inflicted upon
a woman who was no more than a slave.
"Please!" she whimpered "PLease! Please!"
"Very well," I said. "You may move."
She cried out and seemed to explode under
me, sobbing with joy and helplessness. then she looked at me
wildly, still held in the straps, disbelief
in her eyes. Then I entered her and took her, not gently. "Oh," she
cried. "Master! Master!" Then again she lay back on the straps, helpless.
"I have business to attend to," I said. I
need, I must soon make away from Port Kar.
"Tarry but a moment," she begged. She was
in a position to do no more than beg, secured as she was.
I lay beside her and kissed her, and held
her, for a moment.
"thank you," she breathed.
"I think there is a slave in you," I said.
"I know, I know, Master," she whispered.
"Perhaps you should consider the collar,"
I said.
"such thoughts are not new to me," she said.
"I have had them for years."
"It must be a difficult choice for a woman,"
I said. "the choice between freedom and love,"
I rose from the rack, and drew my robes about
me.
"I have business to attend to," I said. I
should soon leave the city. I adjusted my wallet.
"Yes,Master." she said.
I freed her from the flexible, efficient restraints,
and helped her courteously from the rack.
"Thank you," she said. "You are very kind."
I restrained her from kneeling. She was, after
all , a free woman.
"Was I pleasing?" she asked.
"that question seems more appropriate to a
slave than a free woman." I said.
"I ask it," she said.
"Is it improtant to you?" I asked.
"Yes." I said. "You were pleasing."
"Wonderful!" she said.
"For a free woman." I added.
"Oh," she said.
"Certainly you did not think to be able to
complete with a slave." I said. "You would not have her experience, her
skills, her training. You have not been forced to live with and endure
slave heat. You hav not been forced to learn submission, obedience, service,
passion and love. You have not yet been sensitized to her collar."
"Suppose I became a slave." she siad. "Do
you think I might become a pleasing slave?"
"You have generated a great deal of heat,"
I said "that is an excellent sign."
"do you think, in time, I might make an adequate
slave?"
"Yes." I said, "and perhaps, in time, even
a superb one."
"That is high praise," she smiled.
"You had better wear this," I said, handing
her the brief bit of cloth which she had worn about her hips.
"If men see you without it, the may be stimulated,
and you may be raped several times on the tiles before you manage to leave
the piazza.
Many men are drunk here tonight and they may
be careless. they may not think to check your body for brands. You might
be had before they determined their error."
Smiling, she tied the cloth about her hips.
"Farewell," said I, "Free Woman>"
"Will I see you again?" she asked.
"It is not likely," I specualted.
"Do you wish to know my name?" she asked.
"No," I said, "nor is it needful for you to
know mine."
"I see," she said.
"It was only a touching at carnival," I said.
"I see," she said.
"Happy carnival," I said.
"Happy carnival," she said. Then she turned
about and sobbing, fled away. I watched her go. Her body was hormonlally
rich. That was evident in the configuration of her beauty and in her disposiions
and reflexes, exhibited on the rack.
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