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. Do not kill me, Master, I begged another, but letme live, I beg you, to serve and please you, and with all the fullness of thefemale! Perhaps, he said, licking his lips.I continued to dance.332There are many forms of placatory dances which are performed by female slaves.Some of these tend to have rather fixed forms, sanctioned by custom andtradition, such as the stately ContritionDace of Turia.Some form of placatory dance is usually taught to the girl inslave training.There is no telling when it might be needed.Though I had had,because of the relatively advanced state of my dancing skills, for a newslave, very little instruction in dance in the house of my first training.Ihad been taught at least that much.The form of placatory dance taught to agirl usually depends on the girl in question.For example, I had not beentaught the stately Contrition Dance of Turia.It has been felt that thenature of my body lent itself to a more desperate, needful, lascivious form ofdance.I had been taught how to dance on my knees, for example, and,supplicatingly, on my back, and belly.Most placatory dances, however, are notfixed-form dances, but are free dances, in which the slave, exquisitelyalert to the nuances of the situation, the particular master, the nature ofhis displeasure, the gravity of her offense, and such, improvises, doing herbest to assuage his anger and beg his forgiveness, to reassure him of theauthenticity of her contrition and the genuineness of her desire to do better. There is no garbage here, on which to make your bed, said one of the men, and I have learned that, indeed, in any event, you are worth less than it. Yes, Master, I said. Nor do I have a cloak now, doubled, to soften the cruelty of the cobblestonesto your back, he said. Hot sand will do, Master, I said, and chains in which my limbs areenclosed. Yes, he said.I saw I did not need to fear him, save in the ways any slave must fear amaster.I danced then to those whose eyes were hardest.Some of them were not even menI had trapped, but only men who knew what Ihad done.Some may have been as innocent as those I had lured, others mighthave been murderers and brigands, suitably enchained for the expiation ofsentences, their custody having been legally transferred to Ionicus, mymaster, at the payment of a prisoner s fee, by the writ of a praetor or, inPage 228 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmore desperate cases, by the order of a quaestor.I danced abjectly.I dancedpiteously.I danced beggingly.I danced as well as I could.I could not do more.They would either be pleasedor not.My fate was in their hands. She is pretty, said one of them.333 Yes, said another.Hope sprang again high within me.I sought then to move another, with myhelplessness, and the pleas of my body. Are you a good slave lay? asked a man. It is my hope that I am pleasing, Master, I said. Surely I shall endeavorto be so. He grinned. She has the look of a wench who would be good in the furs, laughed a man.I heard the chain move in the heavy staple on his shackle. There are no furs here, laughed another man.I had not had furs touch my body since a cool evening, five nights ago, in theoverseer s tent.I had then worn the rectangle of red silk, that in which hewas accustomed to put his use slaves.It is such, it thrust over a leatherthong knotted above the girl s belly, that it may be easily brushed aside, orpulled away.It was my hope that I had pleased him well.Toward morning he hadchained me, hand and foot, to a stake near his feet, where I could not reachhim.Imoaned for a time, but the kick of his foot had taught me that I must then besilent. She is an excellent dancer, commented a man, another whom Ihad lured in Argentum. Yes, said another fellow, another of those who owed his chaining to me.I began to be conscious then, as I sometimes was, o f the incredible power ofthe female slave, of how helpless men could be before her, and of what shecould do to them. Ah, said one of the men, softly, watching.I repeated the movement. Yes, said another man. Yes! said another.How paradoxical I thought, that she who is branded, and collared, and owned,and is nothing, should have such power! Dance, slut, dance! said a man.And then again I danced, helplessly, piteously, suing for their favor,striving desperately to be found pleasing.In the end t he power belongs tothe master, totally, and not to the slave.She is his. Excellent, said a man. Excellent. I danced.I danced in such a way that a free woman might only dream of, awakening,sweating, in the night, clutching her covers, in terror, then feeling herthroat with trepidation, with the tips of frightened fingers, to ascertainthat no cpollar has been locked on it in the night.How could she, a freewoman, have such a334dream? What could it mean? And what would the men do to her when they came totake her in their arms? She awakened, in terror.Perhaps she hurries to strike a light in her room.The familiar surroundingsreassure her.She has had such dreams before.What could they mean? Nothing,of course.Nothing! Such dreams must be meaningless! They must be! But what ifthey were not? She shudders.Perhaps she then, in her long silken gown, curlsup, frightened, at the foot of her bed.What, too, could that mean? She doesnot know.Surely that, too, means nothing.But what if it did?Page 229 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlShe lies there, troubled, but somehow comforted, somehow secure, in thatposition.It seems to her, somehow, that that is where she belongs. Superb, said a man.I saw now that they, or most of them, were pleased.I sensed now that I mightbe spared, at least if I pleased them, too, well enough in the sand.I hadlured many of them, but now I danced for before them, to please them, beggingfor my life, danced before them helplessly, at their mercy, submitted anddependent on their favor, for my very life, as much as though I might be theirown slave.Isaw to my joy, coming gradually to understand it, that they, or surely most ofthem, would accept this, my beauty, my submission and service, abject andtotal, in lieu of my blood.It would be vengeance enough for them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Do not kill me, Master, I begged another, but letme live, I beg you, to serve and please you, and with all the fullness of thefemale! Perhaps, he said, licking his lips.I continued to dance.332There are many forms of placatory dances which are performed by female slaves.Some of these tend to have rather fixed forms, sanctioned by custom andtradition, such as the stately ContritionDace of Turia.Some form of placatory dance is usually taught to the girl inslave training.There is no telling when it might be needed.Though I had had,because of the relatively advanced state of my dancing skills, for a newslave, very little instruction in dance in the house of my first training.Ihad been taught at least that much.The form of placatory dance taught to agirl usually depends on the girl in question.For example, I had not beentaught the stately Contrition Dance of Turia.It has been felt that thenature of my body lent itself to a more desperate, needful, lascivious form ofdance.I had been taught how to dance on my knees, for example, and,supplicatingly, on my back, and belly.Most placatory dances, however, are notfixed-form dances, but are free dances, in which the slave, exquisitelyalert to the nuances of the situation, the particular master, the nature ofhis displeasure, the gravity of her offense, and such, improvises, doing herbest to assuage his anger and beg his forgiveness, to reassure him of theauthenticity of her contrition and the genuineness of her desire to do better. There is no garbage here, on which to make your bed, said one of the men, and I have learned that, indeed, in any event, you are worth less than it. Yes, Master, I said. Nor do I have a cloak now, doubled, to soften the cruelty of the cobblestonesto your back, he said. Hot sand will do, Master, I said, and chains in which my limbs areenclosed. Yes, he said.I saw I did not need to fear him, save in the ways any slave must fear amaster.I danced then to those whose eyes were hardest.Some of them were not even menI had trapped, but only men who knew what Ihad done.Some may have been as innocent as those I had lured, others mighthave been murderers and brigands, suitably enchained for the expiation ofsentences, their custody having been legally transferred to Ionicus, mymaster, at the payment of a prisoner s fee, by the writ of a praetor or, inPage 228 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmore desperate cases, by the order of a quaestor.I danced abjectly.I dancedpiteously.I danced beggingly.I danced as well as I could.I could not do more.They would either be pleasedor not.My fate was in their hands. She is pretty, said one of them.333 Yes, said another.Hope sprang again high within me.I sought then to move another, with myhelplessness, and the pleas of my body. Are you a good slave lay? asked a man. It is my hope that I am pleasing, Master, I said. Surely I shall endeavorto be so. He grinned. She has the look of a wench who would be good in the furs, laughed a man.I heard the chain move in the heavy staple on his shackle. There are no furs here, laughed another man.I had not had furs touch my body since a cool evening, five nights ago, in theoverseer s tent.I had then worn the rectangle of red silk, that in which hewas accustomed to put his use slaves.It is such, it thrust over a leatherthong knotted above the girl s belly, that it may be easily brushed aside, orpulled away.It was my hope that I had pleased him well.Toward morning he hadchained me, hand and foot, to a stake near his feet, where I could not reachhim.Imoaned for a time, but the kick of his foot had taught me that I must then besilent. She is an excellent dancer, commented a man, another whom Ihad lured in Argentum. Yes, said another fellow, another of those who owed his chaining to me.I began to be conscious then, as I sometimes was, o f the incredible power ofthe female slave, of how helpless men could be before her, and of what shecould do to them. Ah, said one of the men, softly, watching.I repeated the movement. Yes, said another man. Yes! said another.How paradoxical I thought, that she who is branded, and collared, and owned,and is nothing, should have such power! Dance, slut, dance! said a man.And then again I danced, helplessly, piteously, suing for their favor,striving desperately to be found pleasing.In the end t he power belongs tothe master, totally, and not to the slave.She is his. Excellent, said a man. Excellent. I danced.I danced in such a way that a free woman might only dream of, awakening,sweating, in the night, clutching her covers, in terror, then feeling herthroat with trepidation, with the tips of frightened fingers, to ascertainthat no cpollar has been locked on it in the night.How could she, a freewoman, have such a334dream? What could it mean? And what would the men do to her when they came totake her in their arms? She awakened, in terror.Perhaps she hurries to strike a light in her room.The familiar surroundingsreassure her.She has had such dreams before.What could they mean? Nothing,of course.Nothing! Such dreams must be meaningless! They must be! But what ifthey were not? She shudders.Perhaps she then, in her long silken gown, curlsup, frightened, at the foot of her bed.What, too, could that mean? She doesnot know.Surely that, too, means nothing.But what if it did?Page 229 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlShe lies there, troubled, but somehow comforted, somehow secure, in thatposition.It seems to her, somehow, that that is where she belongs. Superb, said a man.I saw now that they, or most of them, were pleased.I sensed now that I mightbe spared, at least if I pleased them, too, well enough in the sand.I hadlured many of them, but now I danced for before them, to please them, beggingfor my life, danced before them helplessly, at their mercy, submitted anddependent on their favor, for my very life, as much as though I might be theirown slave.Isaw to my joy, coming gradually to understand it, that they, or surely most ofthem, would accept this, my beauty, my submission and service, abject andtotal, in lieu of my blood.It would be vengeance enough for them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]