| I loosened the blades of the whip. “You will kiss it now,” I said, “or after you have felt it. To me it is a matter of indifference. The choice is yours.”
“Do not whip me,” she said. “You are a free woman,” I said. “You have doubtless never even felt a slave whip.” “I will kiss it,” she said. I held it before her. Many free women, before they have felt it, are skeptical of the efficacy of the slave lash. Their skepticism vanishes, of course, as soon as they feel it. On the other hand, I did not think this one would be. She was quite familiar with it. She doubtless used it regularly in her work. It was one of her tools, a useful device for the instruction, correction, discipline and punishment of slaves. She would be quite aware of its power, of its effect on her helpless charges. Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 397 “Take me then to a slaver’s,” she said. “No,” I said. “You are no true man!” she said. I then stood up before her. She looked up at me, puzzled, I then, after regarding her for a time, suddenly, with the back of my hand, struck her fiercely back from the mat, she twisting and falling back, flung to the side from her knees, almost half on her feet for an instant, then losing her balance, then falling back into the trash at the side of the wall. She, from the midst of the garbage, half on her side, looked at me wildly, her hand at her mouth, blood between her fingers. I pointed to the mat. “Here,” I said. “Kneel.” She hastened back to the mat and knelt before me. She looked up at me in wonder, blood at her mouth. She had been cuffed. “Did you strike me because I challenged your manhood?” she asked. “I did not really mean it. It is only that I was terribly angry. I did not think.” “You were not struck for such an absurd reason,” I said. “You are, after all, a free woman, and free women are entitled to insult, and to attempt to demean and destroy men. It is one of their freedoms, unless men, of course, should decide to take it from them. You were struck, rather, because you were attempting to manipulate me.” She nodded, putting her head down. “Do you recognize your guilt, and the suitability of your punishment?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 422 Tenalion smiled. “You have very unrealistic concept of the market,” he said. “Too, you are no longer a free woman, and priceless. You are now only one slave among others, and now, within certain limits, have a specific monetary value.” Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 436 A free woman is entitled to try to escape a captor as best she can, and without penalty, even after her first night in his bonds, if she still chooses to do so. If she is enslaved, of course, then she is subject to, and covered by, the same customs, practices and laws as any other slave. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 96 Upswept hairdos are usually reserved for free women, or high slaves. They are a mark of status. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 112 He tapped me twice, rather smartly, but not cruelly, not to hurt me, with the side of the stick, swinging it to his right, as I passed him. It had been done with a good-natured, if perhaps somewhat vulgar, familiarity. It was like the good-natured, possessive slap below the small of the back with which men sometimes speed slave girls about their business. In his way be was complimenting me. I must endure such touches, of course. Men owned me, and could do what they wanted with me. I belonged to them. Actually, of course, I was pleased that he had done so. In its way it was a kindly act. Indeed, it may have been intended to hearten and reassure me. Slave girls seldom object to such treatment, vulgar though it might seem to free women, and even free women, I think, in spite of the scandal they profess to feel in its wake, do not really mind it. It is a way in which women are informed that they are of sexual interest. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 124 - 125 As a free woman I had been priceless, and thus, in a sense, without value, or worthless. As a slave, on the other hand, I did have a value, a specific value, depending on what men were willing to pay for me. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 150 Free women, incidentally, seldom, if ever, bare their shoulders. Doing so is almost like offering themselves for the collar. “If you would be stripped as a slave, then be a slave,” it is said. Similarly free women on Gor seldom, if ever, wear earrings, either of the natural or of any other variety, such as the clip variety. Earrings are regarded as being fit, rather, for slaves, and usually the lowest of slaves. Nose rings, interestingly, are not regarded in the same light. They are worn even by some free women, I understand, in the far south, the women of the Wagon Peoples there, as well as, generally, by the female slaves of such peoples. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 157 On Gor, dance of the sort in which I was expected to perform, is called, simply, “slave dance.” That is presumably because it is, a form of dance which, for the most part, is thought to be fit only for slaves, and would be performed only by slaves. The thought crossed my mind that the lovely woman who had been my teacher on Earth had once remarked to me, “We are all slaves.” I think that is true. Certainly, however, not all women are legal slaves. Many women are free, legally, whether it is in their best interest or not. Such dances, then, “slave dances,” at least on Gor, are not for such women. If a “free woman,” that is, one legally free, were to publicly perform such a dance on Gor she would probably find herself in a master’s chains by morning. Her “legal freedom,” we may speculate, would prove quite fleeting. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 172 Page37 |