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.He addressed to her the same question.She, too, wore a collar, withtwo chains.It fastened her, on her left, to me, and, on her right, to anothergirl."Yes, Master!" she assured him.He then went to the next girl in thePage 290 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlline, farthest from the block.Each collar opens, and the chains may beattached or removed.This provides great flexibility.There were one hundredand twenty girls in the line.It would take some five or six Ahn to sell us,if the bidding was brisk.On a slow night it could take as much as eight Ahn,the sales extending into the early morning hours.Some girls sell quickly, andothers slowly.When it takes longer to sell a girl it usually means that sheis less interesting to the buyers, and that the bids are slow, or that she, anunusual beauty, is being more elaborately displayed, with the object in mindof intensifying and driving up the eventual bids."Yes, Master!" said the girl some two girls below me on the chain, respondingto the question of the slaver's man.We would all be ready.We would all doour best, or, be punished terribly.I looked to the girl on my left, and to the one on my right.How beautifulthey were.We had all had Gorean slave cosmetics applied to us.Let the menbeware.We had all been exposed in the exhibition cages earlier, stark, savefor perfume.It was at that time that the buyers had had their opportunity toview us objectively.It was their responsibility now, in the bidding, to be ontheir guard.I sensed a tremor, sudden, subtle, in the chain.I leaned forward, lookingdown the line.The whisper was sped rapidly down the chain."The bidding hasbegun," said the whisper."I'm frightened," said a girl."All Ar bids at the Curulean," said another.file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (218 of 227) [1/20/033:34:32 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txtI could hear nothing.But I knew the first girl had now ascended the block.I sat back on the long wooden bench.It was some eight inches in width.It wasset against the side of the tunnel.It ran almost the length of the tunnel.Ipulled the wide bands of green silk about me, more closely.They wouldresemble, initially, a gown, but they were not truly a gown.They would be unlooped and lifted away, bit by bit, beginning about the headand the feet, gradually, cunningly, revealing me.Toward the end I would bespun almost free of them and then, in the end I would be ordered, exposed savefor the final silk, concealing my breasts and thighs, to lie supine at theauctioneer's feet.He would then stand over me, the two bands extending fromme, ribbonlike, in his grasp, taking more bids.When the crowd, fierce in itsimpatience, demanded it, he would, shrugging, roll me free of them, in twoturns, I finishing, lying on my back again, knee lifted, hands over and behindmy head, the backs of my hands on the block, the palms exposed, like the restof me, helplessly.I would lie there, a resigned slave girl, awaiting herrape-taming.Presumably the bids then would much increase.I was to follow thecommands of the auctioneer from that point.Presumably he would order me to myfeet and, sensing the crowd, playing it with skill, put me through what slavepaces seemed suitable."Move down one space," said the slaver's man.We did so.The girl to my left wore a demure, brief house tunic, of the sort worn by ahouse slave.She would be presented to the crowd as though, since childhood,she had been owned by a quiet, respectable family which, lately, because offinancial difficulties had been forced to sell her.She would be reputed toknow little of the lust of men or the duties of a pleasure slave.Still, itwould be suggested, a master might teach her.This story was not entirely afabrication.It would not be said, however, that she was an appetitious girlwho had welcomed her sale, or that she hungered for a man.She hoped to bebought by a man of modest means.She wanted to be the only girl in hiscompartments.I thought she would make a wonderful slave.The girl on myPage 291 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlright, who would be sold after me, would be presented quite differently.Shewas clad in a bit of virginal white fluff, from her shoulders to thighs.Thecontrast between her dark hair, and her naked arms and legs, and the bit ofwhite fluff about her, was quite striking.She had lovely, slender shouldersand well-curved, slender, trim legs.I thought she would bring a high price.She wasthe one who had said, "I am frightened." I did not blame her.First, she was avirgin.Secondly, it would terrify almost any lovely girl to be presented insuch a costume before Gorean men.We moved down another place on the bench [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He addressed to her the same question.She, too, wore a collar, withtwo chains.It fastened her, on her left, to me, and, on her right, to anothergirl."Yes, Master!" she assured him.He then went to the next girl in thePage 290 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlline, farthest from the block.Each collar opens, and the chains may beattached or removed.This provides great flexibility.There were one hundredand twenty girls in the line.It would take some five or six Ahn to sell us,if the bidding was brisk.On a slow night it could take as much as eight Ahn,the sales extending into the early morning hours.Some girls sell quickly, andothers slowly.When it takes longer to sell a girl it usually means that sheis less interesting to the buyers, and that the bids are slow, or that she, anunusual beauty, is being more elaborately displayed, with the object in mindof intensifying and driving up the eventual bids."Yes, Master!" said the girl some two girls below me on the chain, respondingto the question of the slaver's man.We would all be ready.We would all doour best, or, be punished terribly.I looked to the girl on my left, and to the one on my right.How beautifulthey were.We had all had Gorean slave cosmetics applied to us.Let the menbeware.We had all been exposed in the exhibition cages earlier, stark, savefor perfume.It was at that time that the buyers had had their opportunity toview us objectively.It was their responsibility now, in the bidding, to be ontheir guard.I sensed a tremor, sudden, subtle, in the chain.I leaned forward, lookingdown the line.The whisper was sped rapidly down the chain."The bidding hasbegun," said the whisper."I'm frightened," said a girl."All Ar bids at the Curulean," said another.file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (218 of 227) [1/20/033:34:32 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txtI could hear nothing.But I knew the first girl had now ascended the block.I sat back on the long wooden bench.It was some eight inches in width.It wasset against the side of the tunnel.It ran almost the length of the tunnel.Ipulled the wide bands of green silk about me, more closely.They wouldresemble, initially, a gown, but they were not truly a gown.They would be unlooped and lifted away, bit by bit, beginning about the headand the feet, gradually, cunningly, revealing me.Toward the end I would bespun almost free of them and then, in the end I would be ordered, exposed savefor the final silk, concealing my breasts and thighs, to lie supine at theauctioneer's feet.He would then stand over me, the two bands extending fromme, ribbonlike, in his grasp, taking more bids.When the crowd, fierce in itsimpatience, demanded it, he would, shrugging, roll me free of them, in twoturns, I finishing, lying on my back again, knee lifted, hands over and behindmy head, the backs of my hands on the block, the palms exposed, like the restof me, helplessly.I would lie there, a resigned slave girl, awaiting herrape-taming.Presumably the bids then would much increase.I was to follow thecommands of the auctioneer from that point.Presumably he would order me to myfeet and, sensing the crowd, playing it with skill, put me through what slavepaces seemed suitable."Move down one space," said the slaver's man.We did so.The girl to my left wore a demure, brief house tunic, of the sort worn by ahouse slave.She would be presented to the crowd as though, since childhood,she had been owned by a quiet, respectable family which, lately, because offinancial difficulties had been forced to sell her.She would be reputed toknow little of the lust of men or the duties of a pleasure slave.Still, itwould be suggested, a master might teach her.This story was not entirely afabrication.It would not be said, however, that she was an appetitious girlwho had welcomed her sale, or that she hungered for a man.She hoped to bebought by a man of modest means.She wanted to be the only girl in hiscompartments.I thought she would make a wonderful slave.The girl on myPage 291 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlright, who would be sold after me, would be presented quite differently.Shewas clad in a bit of virginal white fluff, from her shoulders to thighs.Thecontrast between her dark hair, and her naked arms and legs, and the bit ofwhite fluff about her, was quite striking.She had lovely, slender shouldersand well-curved, slender, trim legs.I thought she would bring a high price.She wasthe one who had said, "I am frightened." I did not blame her.First, she was avirgin.Secondly, it would terrify almost any lovely girl to be presented insuch a costume before Gorean men.We moved down another place on the bench [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]