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. Me! said the third woman, suddenly. Kiss me, too! Taste me, too! Igathered that she, too, did not wish to be left out in these competitions.Shedid not wish to miss her opportunity to see if she might, by the bestowal ofher favors, and the promise of such favors, as well, please me, and, byenticement or trickery, inveigle me into purchasing her redemption.I alsosaw, from her behavior and attitude, that she regarded herself as the mostbeautiful of the five, and the most likely to succeed in any such contest.Accordingly I gave her little time but merely took her in my arms andunilaterally, forcibly, briefly, crushed her lips beneath mine, and then flungher back against the logs.She looked at me wildly, disbelievingly.Was shenot blond? But she would have to learn to please men.I then stood back, and regarded the three women. You have not tasted me, said the second woman.I think she feared I waspondering a choice among the other there.I kissed her.I would have to admit it, women kiss well in shackles, even freewomen.She looked at me.Then, she, too, recovered herself. Though I am ofhigh caste, she said, I have permitted you to kiss me, and not merely upon asleeve or gloved hand, but wholly upon my lips, and not even through a veil,no, upon my exposed and naked lips themselves, unveiled, almost as though Imight be a slave! Therefore, in return for this inestimable gift, it is I whomyou must now in honor redeem. You are a female, I said, and such are made for the kisses of men. I am of high caste! she said. Perhaps now, I said.Slaves, of course, are casteless, as are other animals.No longer is one woman divided from another by artificial distinctions.Inthis sense there is a democracy of slaves.They all begin the same, regardlessof previous distinctions, such as position or wealth.They all begin at thesame point, as nakedfile:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (37 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor women, branded and (pg.48) collared, who must then strivewith one another to see who can be most pleasing to masters.Page 26 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlShe looked at me in fury. Unfortunately, I said, I do not have a slave whip with me. You would beat me? she asked. Of course, I said.She shrank back against the logs.I thought she would look well, in her curves, crawling at the feet of men,reduced to the centrality of her womanhood, the female slave.I then regarded the four women whose lips I had tasted.Each had, in a sense,though free, prostituted herself to me, that she might thereby influence me torescue her from her clear and obvious plight, that of a debtor slut.Each waswilling to bestow her favors in order to obtain her redemption.These werewomen, I had gathered, who had made a practice of relying upon the generosityand nobility of men, or of some men, to obtain their way in life, in a senseresorting frequently to types of female fraud, regularly exploiting and, in asense, making dupes of men.Doubtless they had, at least until now,congratulated themselves on their success in such matters.Now, however, theywere chained to a log wall in an inn s court.Frightened now, it seemed thatthey, even though free, were ready to escalate the level of their artifices.Perhaps in more normal times, perhaps even while they were still fullyclothed, and veiled, they might have found eager fellows to make good theirbills, perhaps at the first sign of distress, even the moistening of an eye.These, however, were not normal times.Iconsidered the four women.They had requested to be tastes, as slaves.One hadeven begged explicitly, as I had seen to it she would, she who reputed herselfto be of high caste.That had amused me.Only the first woman had not sodemeaned herself.She, of all of them, was different.I heard the small sound of her shackle chains on the ring. I beg to betasted, she said.I looked upon her.I saw that she was beautiful, and not different from the rest.She, too, wasonly a slave. I beg it, she said.(pg.49) I regarded her.file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (38 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor Are you disappointed in me? she asked. If you were a free woman, perhaps, I said, but not if you are a slave. Even in the apparently freest of women, of course, there is a slave who waitsfor her master.There is a Gorean saying to the effect that among women thereare only slaves who have masters and slaves who do not have masters.Some menfear the slave in a woman; others provide it with the mastering it longs for,and needs. Please, she said. Who begs to be tasted? I asked. The Lady Amina of Venna begs to be tasted, she said.Her sisters at the wall gasped at her boldness, that she should use her ownname in this fashion, rather as might a slave.She looked at me.She could not pull far from the wall because of her shackles.If she were tobe kissed, it would be at my discretion. Lady Amina begs it, she said.She was a free woman.Yet I saw that she was well curved, and would nestlewell within the arms of a master. Please, she said.I went to her and took her in my arms.I drew her toward me, from the wall.The shackle chain moved in the ring.Because of the chaining she was bentback.IPage 27 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllooked upon her.Though she was free she, like the others, was neither clothednor veiled.Thus, though she was a free woman, her lips were open to me, nakedto me, exposed, in the manner of the slave.She looked up at me, those lovely,vulnerable lips parted.She felt slave good in my arms.I kissed her. Oh! she said, softly, as I drew back.I had made the determination in which I was interested.She belonged in acollar.I against considered them.They were all beautiful, stripped, and shackledclose to the wall.They had all, it seemed, more or less recently, chosen tolive dangerously.But perhaps they had chosen to live a little toodangerously.Ithought they might all look well on a slave block.But I proceeded under the overhang to the open space between the two parts ofthe inn, the covered way there, with (pg.50) its high roof, that which itshared with the two parts of the inn, and then across it, to the right portionof the inn, in which the porter had informed me was the keeper s desk.In thiscovered way, too, itfile:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (39 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor might be mentioned, passengers, with some protection fromthe weather, may board and alight from fee carts, and such.It was late.Itwas not raining much now.The night had turned chilly, however [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. Me! said the third woman, suddenly. Kiss me, too! Taste me, too! Igathered that she, too, did not wish to be left out in these competitions.Shedid not wish to miss her opportunity to see if she might, by the bestowal ofher favors, and the promise of such favors, as well, please me, and, byenticement or trickery, inveigle me into purchasing her redemption.I alsosaw, from her behavior and attitude, that she regarded herself as the mostbeautiful of the five, and the most likely to succeed in any such contest.Accordingly I gave her little time but merely took her in my arms andunilaterally, forcibly, briefly, crushed her lips beneath mine, and then flungher back against the logs.She looked at me wildly, disbelievingly.Was shenot blond? But she would have to learn to please men.I then stood back, and regarded the three women. You have not tasted me, said the second woman.I think she feared I waspondering a choice among the other there.I kissed her.I would have to admit it, women kiss well in shackles, even freewomen.She looked at me.Then, she, too, recovered herself. Though I am ofhigh caste, she said, I have permitted you to kiss me, and not merely upon asleeve or gloved hand, but wholly upon my lips, and not even through a veil,no, upon my exposed and naked lips themselves, unveiled, almost as though Imight be a slave! Therefore, in return for this inestimable gift, it is I whomyou must now in honor redeem. You are a female, I said, and such are made for the kisses of men. I am of high caste! she said. Perhaps now, I said.Slaves, of course, are casteless, as are other animals.No longer is one woman divided from another by artificial distinctions.Inthis sense there is a democracy of slaves.They all begin the same, regardlessof previous distinctions, such as position or wealth.They all begin at thesame point, as nakedfile:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (37 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor women, branded and (pg.48) collared, who must then strivewith one another to see who can be most pleasing to masters.Page 26 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlShe looked at me in fury. Unfortunately, I said, I do not have a slave whip with me. You would beat me? she asked. Of course, I said.She shrank back against the logs.I thought she would look well, in her curves, crawling at the feet of men,reduced to the centrality of her womanhood, the female slave.I then regarded the four women whose lips I had tasted.Each had, in a sense,though free, prostituted herself to me, that she might thereby influence me torescue her from her clear and obvious plight, that of a debtor slut.Each waswilling to bestow her favors in order to obtain her redemption.These werewomen, I had gathered, who had made a practice of relying upon the generosityand nobility of men, or of some men, to obtain their way in life, in a senseresorting frequently to types of female fraud, regularly exploiting and, in asense, making dupes of men.Doubtless they had, at least until now,congratulated themselves on their success in such matters.Now, however, theywere chained to a log wall in an inn s court.Frightened now, it seemed thatthey, even though free, were ready to escalate the level of their artifices.Perhaps in more normal times, perhaps even while they were still fullyclothed, and veiled, they might have found eager fellows to make good theirbills, perhaps at the first sign of distress, even the moistening of an eye.These, however, were not normal times.Iconsidered the four women.They had requested to be tastes, as slaves.One hadeven begged explicitly, as I had seen to it she would, she who reputed herselfto be of high caste.That had amused me.Only the first woman had not sodemeaned herself.She, of all of them, was different.I heard the small sound of her shackle chains on the ring. I beg to betasted, she said.I looked upon her.I saw that she was beautiful, and not different from the rest.She, too, wasonly a slave. I beg it, she said.(pg.49) I regarded her.file:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (38 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor Are you disappointed in me? she asked. If you were a free woman, perhaps, I said, but not if you are a slave. Even in the apparently freest of women, of course, there is a slave who waitsfor her master.There is a Gorean saying to the effect that among women thereare only slaves who have masters and slaves who do not have masters.Some menfear the slave in a woman; others provide it with the mastering it longs for,and needs. Please, she said. Who begs to be tasted? I asked. The Lady Amina of Venna begs to be tasted, she said.Her sisters at the wall gasped at her boldness, that she should use her ownname in this fashion, rather as might a slave.She looked at me.She could not pull far from the wall because of her shackles.If she were tobe kissed, it would be at my discretion. Lady Amina begs it, she said.She was a free woman.Yet I saw that she was well curved, and would nestlewell within the arms of a master. Please, she said.I went to her and took her in my arms.I drew her toward me, from the wall.The shackle chain moved in the ring.Because of the chaining she was bentback.IPage 27 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllooked upon her.Though she was free she, like the others, was neither clothednor veiled.Thus, though she was a free woman, her lips were open to me, nakedto me, exposed, in the manner of the slave.She looked up at me, those lovely,vulnerable lips parted.She felt slave good in my arms.I kissed her. Oh! she said, softly, as I drew back.I had made the determination in which I was interested.She belonged in acollar.I against considered them.They were all beautiful, stripped, and shackledclose to the wall.They had all, it seemed, more or less recently, chosen tolive dangerously.But perhaps they had chosen to live a little toodangerously.Ithought they might all look well on a slave block.But I proceeded under the overhang to the open space between the two parts ofthe inn, the covered way there, with (pg.50) its high roof, that which itshared with the two parts of the inn, and then across it, to the right portionof the inn, in which the porter had informed me was the keeper s desk.In thiscovered way, too, itfile:///F|/My%20Shared%20Folder/John%20Norm.%20Gor%2023%20-%20Renegades%20of%20Gor.html (39 of 399) [1/21/03 7:54:42 PM]23 Renegades of Gor might be mentioned, passengers, with some protection fromthe weather, may board and alight from fee carts, and such.It was late.Itwas not raining much now.The night had turned chilly, however [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]