| “What were your relations with men, prior to your enslavement?” I asked.
“Cannot you simply take me and be done with it?” she asked. “Speak,” I said. “At one time,” she said, “in spite of being a proud free woman of Ar, I felt the desire for the companionship of men.” “I understand,” I said. “I decided that I would permit them, certain ones of my careful choosing, of proper means and stations, to become acquainted with me, and that I might then, from among these, favor certain ones with the dignity and honor of my friendship. Then, perhaps, in time, if I felt so inclined, I might, if he were thoroughly pleasing and wholly suitable, consider acceding to the pleas of one to enter into companionship with me.” “And how did matters proceed?” I asked. “I called together a number of young men,” she said. “I informed them of my willingness to form acquaintances, and specified to them the strict conditions to which these relationships, absolute equality, and such, would be subject.” “And what happened?” I asked. “All withdrew politely,” she said, “and I never saw them again, with one exception, a little urt of a man who told me he shared my views, fully.” “You entered into companionship with him?” I asked. “I discovered he was interested only in my wealth,” she said. “I dismissed him.” “You were then angry and hurt,” I said, “and began to devote yourself wholly to the pursuits of business.” “Yes,” she said. “Too,” I said, “I gather, from other aspects of your story, that you became mercenary and greedy.” “Perhaps,” she said. “And then you were captured, and brought into the Barrens, and made a slave,” I said. . . . “I think you feared your womanhood,” I said. “That seems clear, even from your behavior in Ar. This is not unusual, incidentally, in a free woman, because deep womanhood, they sense, involves love, and love, for a woman, seems always to involve a bondage, if not of ropes and chains, of one sort or another.” She looked at me, tears in her eyes. “Then, when you were, in effect, rejected as a woman, you were hurt and angry. You determined never to endure another such humiliating rejection. Too, understandably, you became hostile towards men. You would hate them. You would outdo them. You would have your vengeance on them. You came to fear certain sorts of feelings. You drew back even further from your womanhood.” “No, no, no,” she wept, “I am a poor slave only because I am unresponsive! That is my nature! I cannot help it!” “That is not your nature,” I told her. “And you are going to help it.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 135 – 137 Free women, whose sexuality is usually, for most practical purposes, sluggish and inert, often have difficulty in understanding the desperation and intensity of these needs on the part of a female slave. They think that she is different from, and inferior to, themselves. If they themselves should be enslaved, of course, they are likely to soon revise these opinions. They, too, then may well find themselves moaning and scratching in their kennels, begging rude keepers for their touch, and being despised, in turn, by free women. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 141 “It is perhaps just as well,” I said. “You were a free woman, and you have not had much training. If you did not do well, you might be whipped severely, or perhaps slain.” “Oh,” she said. “Being a slave girl is very different from being a free woman,” I said. “From a free woman a man expects little, or nothing. From a slave girl, on the other hand, he expects, as it is said, everything, and more.” “I understand,” she said. “A free woman may be valueless and, if she wishes, account this a virtue. A slave, on the other hand, must be superbly pleasing. She must see to it, with all her intelligence and beauty, that she is her master’s attentive, sensitive, skillful treasure.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 165 I did not know if Bloketu would be permitted into the council or not. Normally women are not permitted in such places. The red savages, though often listening with great attention to their free women, and according them great honor and respect, do not choose to relinquish the least bit of their sovereignty to them. They will make the decisions. They are the men. The women will obey. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 199 Whereas a free woman may often make a man angry with impunity, she being lofty and free, this latitude is seldom extended to the slave. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 221 Lastly I would no longer be an encumbrance to you for I am, obviously, no longer a free woman. No longer am I an inconvenience and a bother, something to be concerned about and watched out for. Now I am only a property that begs to love and serve you.” Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 283 Page23 |