| Slaves, Female
Rights The life of a female slave, he said, is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements. Mercenaries of Gor - Page 435 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slavery to the woman is more than a sexual matter, though sexuality is intimately and profoundly involved in it, essentially, crucially and ultimately. It is an entire mode of being, an entire way of life, one intimately associated with love and service. Vagabonds of Gor - Page 53 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The slave is not a person before Gorean law but a rightless animal. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 151 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the eyes of Goreans, and Gorean law, the slave is an animal. She is not a person, but an animal. She has no name, saving what her master might choose to call her. She is without caste. She is without citizenship. She is simply an object, to be bartered, or bought or sold. She is simply an article of property, completely, nothing more. Hunters of Gor - Page 148 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, my dear, you are legally an animal. In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right. You may be collared and leashed. You may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the master pleases, disposed of as he sees fit. You have no rights whatsoever. Legally you have no more status than a tarsk or vulo. Legally, literally, you are an animal. Explorers of Gor - Page 316 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How incredibly, and yet rationally and justifiably, I felt at his mercy. He was my master. He owned me. He could do whatever he wanted with me. He could trade me or sell me, or even slay me upon a whim, should he wish. I was absolutely his, his girl. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 108 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Oh, oh," she moaned, softly. She looked up at me. "How can you respect me?" she asked. "You are not to be respected," I told her. "You are only a slave." "Yes, Master," she said. "You no longer have any pride to guard," I said. A slave is not permitted pride." "Yes, Master," she wept. "Oh, oh." Then she threw her head to the side, on the furs. "I want to respect myself!" she cried. "Your obligation is not to respect yourself," I told her, "but to be yourself." Explorers of Gor - Page 175 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I will give you a new name. She nodded, miserably. Her old name, her old identity, had been taken from her forever. Her new name, though in sound the same, was not her old. Between them there was a difference of worlds, a gulf wider than the dividing planets. Her old name had been hers as a free person, publicly registered, legally certified, historically identified with her throughout her life, until her capture by slavers. It had been a proud, intimate possession, giving her pleasure and dignity. It had ennobled her. It has served, with other properties, to distinguish her as a precious person, a unique individual, among all others on the planet Earth. When asked who she was, it was with that name that she would answer. That was who she was. Then that name was taken from her. She was only an animal in bondage. Her name might be changed, or altered, as often as a Master wished. Indeed, he need not even give her a name. Changing a girl's name, or taking it away, are common modes of Gorean slave discipline. Hunters of Gor - Page 225 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What is your name? I asked the girl. A slave has no name, she said. You may give me one if you wish. Outlaw of Gor - Page 196 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The case with slaves, of course, is much different from that of free women, either those of Gor or Earth. Their names are simply given to them, as the names of animals. They may be altered or changed at will. Indeed, sometimes a slave is not even given a name. The names a slave wears, of course, are functions of the master's pleasure. They can own a name no more than they can own anything else. It is they who are owned. Some masters have favorite names for girls. Some masters may reward a hard-working girl with a lovely name; others may torment a slave who has been insufficiently pleasing with a cruel or ugly name. Most girls, of course, are given beautiful and exciting slave names, for the masters wish the girl, too, to be beautiful and exciting. Needless to say, a slave girl, as she changes collars, may change names. Most girls, in passing from the hands of one master into those of another, will have had various names. Explorers of Gor - Page 366 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A girl in a collar, as it is said, is not permitted inhibitions. Hunters of Gor - Page 165 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions, she said. It was true. Slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so, they are beaten. Marauders of Gor - Page 278 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slaves, of course, being mere articles of property, are not entitled to privacy. Guardsman of Gor - Page 171 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A girl, incidentally, in the position of the Gorean pleasure slave, but who is not being kept in the position as a discipline, in which case she remains rigid, is allowed much subtle latitude, which she exploits, without breaking the position. Sometimes, as she becomes animated, she rises a bit from her heels, sometimes her hands move on her thighs, her shoulders and belly move, her head moves, her eyes are live and vital, she speaks and laughs, and, radiantly, every inch, every bit, of her alive, converses lyrically and delightedly. . . . The interplay between the restraint of the position and her animation gives the position incredible power and beauty. Yes, power. More than one master, I suspect, has been enslaved by the beauty who kneels before him. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 36 |