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"It is well for a slave to fear her master." (Dancer of Gor, p.143)
"She who writhes best under the lash, so say the Goreans, writhes best in the furs." (Savages of Gor, p.230)
. "…it is only a slave, in her vulnerability and helplessness, who can know what love truly is."
(Kajira of Gor, p.48)
"A Gorean saying has it that a lashed slave is a hot slave."
(Fighting Slave of Gor, p.367)
"Who is the most powerful, master or slave? The master as he may sell her or dispose of her in any way. He holds the whip. She must kneel at his feet, completely at his mercy, her will is nothing. She is owned and must please absolutely."
(Blood Brothers of Gor, p.316)
~fear evident in her eyes, her heartbeat increasing as his footfalls bring him near..... thoughts of her mis-deeds swirling in her head... tears spring forth against her will..... the only thought to crush her tiny spirit... is how she displeased him this day.... knowing in her slave's heart that she must accept and learn from her punishment... her eyes watch him enter... traveling his powerful form... trembling with part dread/part arousal as her slave's body responds to his strenght.. his ownership of her.. knowing she must accept this as she accepts all of his control over her.~
~seeing the whip raise in his hands.... her body tensing.... fighting hard againt the urge to struggle against her bindings...her full lips crushing together as he approaches to stand tall over her... his voice hard as the coldest steel blade~
"Little one, do you know why this must be done?", HE asks...
"Yes Master" is her only reply...
~Watching him nod slightly, his eyes still cold...he removes her from the hook.. turning her to face the cold stone wall and rebinding her facing away from him... the wall a reminder of his strenght.. unmoving...unweilding in it's authority... feeling her silks ripped from her tiny body... hearing his boots walking back a few steps.... ~
~Hearing the first test of the whip singing past her to touch the stone wall... the contact spraying mortar around her... her dread increases... her shame complete...his words searing her thoughts and heart"
"Little one, you have displeased me greatly... for this you must pay"
~The whip singing through the air, its mark sure upon her tender back..the fire agonizing in its intensity... the pain of his displeasure greater.. her tiny body convulses and spasms against each stroke ... ten to count... but with each stroke that tears her tender flesh.. she screams...~
"Thank you Master for your correcton"
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Kajira of Gor
06/13/03