"No man could master me!" I told her."In your dreams," she asked, "what sort of a man is it who touches you, who binds you and carries you away, who takes you to his fortress, who forces you to do his bidding?"
I recalled how, outside the penthouse, hurrying to the garage, a man had looked at me, and had not looked away, and how, fleeing, branded, frightened, helpless, I had felt, for the first time in my life, vulnerably, and radically female. I recalled, too, how in the bungalow, when I had examined the mark on my thigh, and the collar that was then at my throat, how I had felt, briefly, helpless, owned, a captive, the property of others. I recalled the brief fantasy which had passed through my mind of myself, in such a band, marked as I was, naked in the arms of a barbarian. I had shuddered, frightened. Never before had I felt such a feeling. I recalled I had been curious for the touch of a man -- perhaps for that of a master? I could not rid my mind of the brief feeling I had felt. It had recurred in my mind, from time to time, particularly at night in the wagon. Once it had made me feel so lonely and restless that I had wept.
~~Captive Of Gor; page 83-84~~
"Where, Master?" begged the girl, shuddering from the coolness of the alcohol. "Where?""Why, to the planet Gor," he said.
"Gor does not exist!" she cried.
"Let us not enter into fruitless controversy," he said.
"It does not exist!" she cried.
"You will better be able to adjudge the truth of that matter later," he said, "when you awaken chained in a Gorean dungeon."
~~Fighting Slave Of Gor; page 41~~
"I personally think a girl should be fully conscious when being branded," he said.I looked down.
"The psychological impact is more satisfactory," he said.
I could say nothing.
~~Captive Of Gor; page 146~~
Then, as the music struck towards it swirling peaks I unaccountably, boldly, for no reason I understood, faced Rask of Treve, and before him, my master, I danced. His eyes were expressionless. He sipped his wine. I danced my hatred for him, my scorn and contempt for him. I danced to arouse him, to make him mad with the desire of me, which desire I could then frustrate, which desire I could then, in my strength, for I was not as other women, for I did not have their weaknesses, fail to fulfill. I could hurt him, and I would! He had captured me! He had enslaved me! He had lashed and branded me! He had put me in the slave box! I despised him. I hated him. I would make him suffer! How desperately, in my dance, I tried to arouse him! Yet his eyes remained expressionless. And, from time to time, observing me through narrow lids, he would sip his wine. And then I knew my body was dancing something to him that I could not understand, that I feared. It was strange. It was as though my body would, in its own right, speak to him, as though it were trying, on some level I could not comprehend, to communicate with him. And then again I was as I was before, and could dance my contempt and hatred for him. He seemed amused. I was furious.
~~Captive Of Gor; page 329~~
She did not move, and then suddenly I felt the cut of her nails deep in my arm, and though her lips were open, her teeth were clenched, her head was back, the eyes closed, her hair tangled under her and over her body, and then her eyes seemed surprised, startled, and her shoulders lifted a bit from the rug, and she looked at me, and I could feel the beginning in her, the breathing of it and the blood of it, hers, in my own flesh swift and like fire in her beauty, mine, and knowing it was then the time, meeting her eyes fiercely, I said to her, with sudden contempt and savagery, following the common Gorean Rites of Submission, "Slave!" and she looked at me with horror and cried out "No!" and half reared from the rug, wild, helpless, fierce as I intended, wanting to fight me, as I knew she would, and I permitted her to struggle and to bite and scratch and cry out and then I silenced her with the kiss of the master, and accepted the exquisite surrender which she had no choice but to give. "Slave," she wept, "slave, slave, slave -- I am a slave!"It was more than an Ahn later that she lay in my arms on the rug and looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "I know now," she said, "what it is to be the slave girl of a Master."
I said nothing.
"Though I am a slave," she said, "yet for the first time in my life I am free."
~~Nomads Of Gor; page 303~~
I had, of course, never seen such need manifested in a girl of Earth. But then, of course, I had never seen a girl of Earth, naked, in a steel collar, thrown to my feet in the straw of a Gorean dungeon either. I wondered if the girls of Gor were truly incredibly different from the girls of Earth. They seemed so sexually alive, so feminine and vital, whereas the girls of Earth, many of them, seemed so inhibited, so timid, so restricted, so tight, so embarrassed, so ashamed and frightened of their sex. It was as though they feared to let themselves go; as though it was terribly important for them to hold themselves in. Indeed, what was the pseudomasculinization of many of the women of Earth, in clothing and mental garb, but a hysterical attempt to deny their sexuality? That a true acknowledgement of their deepest sexual needs would lead them to kneel at the feet of a master?Lola looked up at me, tears in her eyes. Slavery, I suddenly suspected, releases femaleness in the woman. I did not suppose that Gorean free women could have brought themselves to this pitch of exposure, vulnerability and excitement, which was perhaps not unusual for a slave girl. The major difference then, I suspected, lay not so much between the Gorean women and the Earth women, but between the free woman and the slave. I recalled that Gorean slavers brought Earth women to Gor as slaves. Surely they would not have done so if such girls did not sell well, and, of course, they would not sell well unless they proved, on the whole, to be pleasing slaves, and fully. Many an Earth girl, I suspected, who might have thought herself frigid or sexually inert on her own world discovered to her horror that, collared, stripped, she was hot, helpless, exquisite meat in her master's furs. The girl of Earth would discover her sexuality on the planet Gor, or her master's whip would know the reason why.
~~Fighting Slave Of Gor; page 101-102~~
I became aware of a figure standing near me. I cried out, and reached for him.Rask of Treve did not bother to unchain me, but used me as I was, eager and moaning, beneath the moons of Gor.
Rask of Treve held my head in his two hands.
It was near dawn.
We lay on the summit of a grassy knoll, wrapped in his cloak. Sensing his permission, I again touched my lips timidly to his. I was turned suddenly, helplessly, on my back, and again, clutching him, tears of pleasure in my eyes, yielded to the joy of him.
~~Captive Of Gor; page 343~~
