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Oct 23, 2007 11:39:53 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:39:53 GMT -5
" 'Turian girls are proud,' said Kamchak. 'Thus, they make excellent slaves.' What he said did not suprise me. the Gorean Master, commonly, likes a spirited girl, one who fights the whip and collar, resisting until the last, perhapsmonths later, she is overwhelmed and must ackowledge herself his, utterly and without reservation, then fearing only that he might tire of her and sell her to another." Book 4, Nomads of Gor, page 29
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:41:05 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:41:05 GMT -5
" 'Most female slaves,' said Hassan, 'walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will, obedience, service and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. This is paradoxical, to be sure. Most girls, verbally, will object to slavery, but this half-hearted, pouting, ineffectual rhetoric is belied by the joy of their behavior.. No girl who has not been a slave can understand the joy of it, the profundity and freedom. The objections of girls to slavery, I have noted, are usually not objections to the institution which, in the sweet heat of their bodies, they love dearly, and fear only to lose, but to a given master. Given the proper master they are quite content. In the proper collar a woman is serene and joyful.' " Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor, pages 332 - 333
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:42:18 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:42:18 GMT -5
" 'Are slave girls truly proud?' asked Tarna. 'Most,' said Hassan. 'You may think only of girls you have dominated, or seraglio mistresses, presiding over male weaklings. But have you seen girls, truly, before men?' 'In a cafe, once,' she said, 'I saw a girl dance before men. She was scandalous! and the girls, too, who served in the cafe! Shameful! Scandalous!' 'Speak with care,' said Hassan, 'Girl, for someday you, too, may so dance and serve.' Tarna turned white. 'Did the girls seem proud?' asked Hassan. 'Yes,' said Tarna, sullenly. 'But why should they have been proud?' 'They were proud of their bodies, their feelings, their desirablility,' said Hassan, 'and proud, too, of their masters, who had the will and power to put them in a collar and keep them there, because it pleased him to do so.' 'How strong such men must be,' whispered Tarna. 'Too,' said Hassan, 'undeniable females, secure in their sexuality, it was difficult not for them to be proud. Too, joy can make girls proud.' 'But why, why,' wept Tarna, 'should they be proud?' Hassan shrugged. 'Because they knew themselves to be the most perfect and profound of women,' he said. 'That is why they are proud.' Hassan laughed. 'Sometimes,' he said, 'girls grow so proud it is necessary to whip them, to remind them that they are only slaves.' " Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor, page 333
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:42:55 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:42:55 GMT -5
" 'There is a difference' laughed Hassan, 'between the pride of a free woman and the pride of the slave girl. The pride of a free woman is the pride of a woman who feels herself to be the equal of a man. The pride of the slave girl is the pride of the girl who knows that no other woman is the equal of herself.' " Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor, page 333
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:43:40 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:43:40 GMT -5
Slave girls of course, once they have begun to learn their collars, and once they have begun to learn that they are truly slaves, and what it might mean, become very vain and proud over the piercing of their ears. They know that it makes them more attractive to men, and significantly so, and, too, they relish being able, with earrings, to make themselves even more beautiful and exciting. Slave girls tend to be very proud and happy in their sexuality. is type of pleasure, commonly denied to the free woman, is probably an additional reason why they tend to hate their helplessly imbonded sisters." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 48
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:46:26 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:46:26 GMT -5
"As Kamchak and I walked to his wagon, I saw several girls, here and there, clad Kajir; they were magnificent; they walked with the true brazen insolence of the slave girl, the wench who knows that she is owned, whom men have found beautiful enough, and exciting enough, to collar. The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on these girls with envy and hatred." From Nomads of Gor, pg 30
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:48:24 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:48:24 GMT -5
The wild girls of the Wagon Peoples are much prized as slaves within the walled city of Turia. These girls have an insolence rare in a Gorean kajira. In their brief leather chatkas, they gather bosk-dung for the fires, clean the wagons, care for the bosk, and torment the dour Freewomen with their proud beauty, often daring to steal meat from the cooking-pots and then running away, laughing. Their pride and willfulness make them excellent slaves, for no Master wishes to enslave a girl who has not the spirit to fight Him. They are variously called kajira "slave" or sa-fora "daughter of the chain, or chain daughter". By contrast, the Wagon People prefer the highborn beauties of Turia to serve them. They will pay well for such slaves at auction. Some of the plainer women are sold for as little as a brass cup. A really beautiful girl, particularly if of free birth and high caste, might bring as much as forty pieces of gold. Such are, however, rarely sold. The Wagon People enjoy being served by civilized slaves of great beauty and high station. During the day, in the heat and dust, such girls will care for the wagon bosk and gather fuel for the dung fires. At night they will please their masters.
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Oct 23, 2007 11:51:05 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:51:05 GMT -5
'Your girls walk well.' I told Ivar. 'They are bond-maids,' said he, 'under the eyes of strange men.' I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure. 'When we return to Forkbeard's Landfall,' said the Forkbeard, 'they will be better, for having looked, and having been looked upon.'" Marauders of Gor, pg.151
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Oct 23, 2007 11:52:04 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:52:04 GMT -5
How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters." Marauders of Gor, pg.100
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Pride
Oct 23, 2007 11:56:01 GMT -5
Post by sweetlarma on Oct 23, 2007 11:56:01 GMT -5
In the lowering of the woman, of course, a common consequence of her helplessness in the arms of a powerful male, her surrendering, her being forced to submit, she finds, incredibly to some perhaps, her freedom, her ecstasy, her fulfilment, her exaltation, her joy; in the Gorean mind this matter is simple; it is the nature of the female to submit; accordingly, it is natural that, when she is forced to acknowledge, accept, express and reveal this nature, that she should be almost deliriously joyful, and thankful, to her master; she has been taught her womanhood; no longer is she a sexless, competitive pseudoman; she is then, as she was not before, female; she then finds herself, perhaps for the first time, clearly differentiated from the male, and vulnerably, joyfully, complementary to him; she has, of course, no choice in this matter; it is not permitted her; collared, she submits;
I know of no group of women as joyful, as spontaneous, as loving and vital, as healthy and beautiful, as excited, as free in their delights and emotions, as Gorean slave girls; it is true they must live under the will of men, and must fear them, and the lash of their whips, but in spite of these things, they walk with a sensuous beauty and pride; they know themselves owned; but they wear their collars with a shameless audacity, a joy, an insolent pride that would scandalize and frighten the bored, depressed, frustrated women of Earth.
"Marauders of Gor" (pages 155 & 156)
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