(Allureia)

A young girl of 18. Sold in a Turian auction to a man whom she grew to love. She went to live in the village of Nadira. After some time, His mother needed help and she would be sent back to Turia to help. His mother sending her back to the Village to stay with her Master. This back and forth continued for some time. Until the last time she was sent back home, she did not find her Master and the Village was nearly vacant. She waited and waited and one day his ship sailed in without her knowledge. That evening his ship set sail once again and it was then she saw it. The girl ran as fast as she could, calling at the top of her lungs for her Master but he was too far away to hear or even notice the figure trying to catch his attention. She slumped to her knees crying, left alone. She would visit the docks in hopes his ship would come back for her.

But the day came when she realized He was not returning...

She wandered Gor with a guard who watched over her. Little did she know he was trying to find her a home because He knew her Master was not returning. She asked him to take her to the cliffs. By sitting near the edge, she could see the vast lands and the horizon. Even the Thassa, with hopes. A few free were gathered and she asked to serve. A Mistress called to her and she served with honor. They spoke briefly before she decided to take the girl. She is now owned By:

 Ubar Janas DeWitt and Ubara Halima Abasi.

She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no longer knelt quite back on her heels. It was as though she begged to be allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms. But as I looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals. Her entire body trembled with the ache of her desire. But she was a slave girl and dare not speak. I looked down at her sternly. “Look up, Slave Girl,” I said. She looked up. I smiled. “To my lips, Slave Girl,” I commanded. With a cry of joy she flung herself into my arms weeping. “I love you, Master,” she cried.

Priest-Kings of Gor - Page 235

'Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms than to have half a man or no man at all! Men are masters; if the man be strong, the woman must submit. given the opportunity to relate to a true man, few woman will settle for less. Indeed, true women, in the belly of them, desire to submit to true men. It is an ancient instinct bred into the bellies of beautiful, feminine women.

~11 Slave Girl of GOR page 154

It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave. Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality.

-Beasts of Gor, pg. 55

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03/20/2008