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and if the woman is destined, some night, on this or another, in your tent, on
your rugs, by the light of your fire, to feel your chains locked on her body,
she will.
Flee though she might, that fate will be hers, and she, on the rugs spread
over the sand, will be yours.
There was little known of Rask of Treve.
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Indeed, there was little known even of the city of Treve. It lay somewhere
among the lofty, vast terrains of the rugged Voltai, perhaps as much a
fortress, a lair, of outlaw tarnsmen as a city. It was said to be accessible
only by tarnback. No woman, it was said, could be brought to the city, save as
a hooded, stripped slave girl, bound across the saddle of a tarn. Indeed, even
merchants and ambassadors were permitted to approach the city only under
conduct, and then only when hooded and in bonds, as though none not of Treve
might approach her save as slaves or captive supplicants.
The location of the city, it was said, was known only to her own. Even girls
brought to Treve as slaves, obedient within her harsh walls, looking up,
seeing her rushing, swift skies, did not know wherein lay the city in which
they served. And even should they be dispatched to the walls, perhaps upon
some servile errand, they could see, for looming, remote pasangs about them,
only the wild, bleak crags of the scarlet Voltai, and the sickening drop below
them, the sheer fall from the walls and the cliffs below to the valley, some
pasangs beneath. They would know only that they were slaves in this place but
would not know where this place in which they were slaves might be. It was
said no woman had ever escaped from Treve.
And little more seemed known of Rask of Treve than of his remote and
mysterious city.
It was said that he was young, audacious and ruthless, that he was powerful,
and brutal and bold, that he was resourceful, brilliant, elusive, a master of
disguises and subterfuges. It was said that a woman might not even know when
she was in the presence of Rask of Treve, being casually examined, to see
whether or not she was later to be acquired by him.
It was said that he was a fierce, long-haired man, a tarnsman, a warrior.
It was said that he was one of the master swords of Gor.
It was said, too, that he was incredibly handsome, and merciless to women.
Men feared his sword.
Women feared the steel of his slave collars.
Women, it was said, had special reason to fear Rask of Treve. It was said he
had a gargantuan contempt, and appetite, for them. It was said that when he
used a woman, he then branded her, with his name, as though she, once used, no
matter to whom she might afterwards be given or sold, could truly belong only
to him.
It was also said that he would use a woman only once, claiming that he had,
he, Rask of Treve, in once using her, emptied her, exhausted her, taken from
her all she had to give, and that, thus, she could no longer be of interest to
him. No man on Gor, it was said, could so humble, or diminish, a woman as Rask
of Treve.
And yet, it was said, there were few women on Gor, strangely enough to the
fury of their own men, or guardians, who were not willing to be used, and
branded and spurned by Rask of Treve, that young, audacious, ruthless warrior,
only that they might helplessly know his touch.
Rask of Treve, it was said, had never purchased a woman. He would capture, and
take by force, those that pleased him. Rask of Treve, it was said, like many
Goreans warriors, preferred free women, enjoying the delicious agonies of his
prey, as he reduced them to the utterness of the surrendered female slave. On
the other hand, if it should please him, it was said he could take a girl who
was already slave and make her more a slave than a slave.
I was later furious with myself that I had wept in the cell.
Of course I was a slave girl!
I had been taught that!
I knew it well!
But I would be a superb one!
Sometimes, I thought angrily of girls on Earth, many of them, who, too, were
slave girls, but who had not learned this, and who, presumably, would never do
so. I thought of them, dressing for men, trying to please them, though not
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much caring for them, to advance themselves in powers and luxuries, using
their bodies and minds, their smiles, and glances and words, and touches,
clumsily perhaps, not having been trained, to obtain their desires of foolish,
starved men. These were girls, not caring for men, who employ the needs of
men, without penalty, intelligently to their own profit. Smile at a man of
Earth and he will be grateful; pretend to be willing to please a man of Earth
and he will do anything for you. You may then use them, such needful
weaklings, to rise in the million strata of your intricate society, to climb,
to ingratiate and insinuate yourself swiftly, expertly, into the high, warm,
comfortable, luxurious places in your busy, impersonal, complex, loveless,
anxious world. You will make them pay well for your favors.
I held the bars. How different it was on Gor. Such an exploitative,
indifferent girl, on Gor, might be simply carried off, and enslaved. Of such
women the
Goreans enjoy making slaves. She would find her favors were not hers to
dispense, at her own pleasure and to her own profit, but his to command, as he
was pleased to do so. Gorean men were not so easily fooled as the men of
Earth.
Gorean men do not choose to be dominated, but to dominate, to be the master. I
wished, sometimes, that such girls, of Earth, might find themselves naked,
branded, helpless in a Gorean slave cage, forced to be the slave girls they
unknowingly were. I was taught. They were not. I was angry. But they were
free.
And I was caged. They, though as slave as I, had escaped; I had not; I had
been captured, and, by, Gorean men, would be forced to pay my price! I had no
hope of freedom. I was furious. I had hope only that, though on this world, I
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and if the woman is destined, some night, on this or another, in your tent, on
your rugs, by the light of your fire, to feel your chains locked on her body,
she will.
Flee though she might, that fate will be hers, and she, on the rugs spread
over the sand, will be yours.
There was little known of Rask of Treve.
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Indeed, there was little known even of the city of Treve. It lay somewhere
among the lofty, vast terrains of the rugged Voltai, perhaps as much a
fortress, a lair, of outlaw tarnsmen as a city. It was said to be accessible
only by tarnback. No woman, it was said, could be brought to the city, save as
a hooded, stripped slave girl, bound across the saddle of a tarn. Indeed, even
merchants and ambassadors were permitted to approach the city only under
conduct, and then only when hooded and in bonds, as though none not of Treve
might approach her save as slaves or captive supplicants.
The location of the city, it was said, was known only to her own. Even girls
brought to Treve as slaves, obedient within her harsh walls, looking up,
seeing her rushing, swift skies, did not know wherein lay the city in which
they served. And even should they be dispatched to the walls, perhaps upon
some servile errand, they could see, for looming, remote pasangs about them,
only the wild, bleak crags of the scarlet Voltai, and the sickening drop below
them, the sheer fall from the walls and the cliffs below to the valley, some
pasangs beneath. They would know only that they were slaves in this place but
would not know where this place in which they were slaves might be. It was
said no woman had ever escaped from Treve.
And little more seemed known of Rask of Treve than of his remote and
mysterious city.
It was said that he was young, audacious and ruthless, that he was powerful,
and brutal and bold, that he was resourceful, brilliant, elusive, a master of
disguises and subterfuges. It was said that a woman might not even know when
she was in the presence of Rask of Treve, being casually examined, to see
whether or not she was later to be acquired by him.
It was said that he was a fierce, long-haired man, a tarnsman, a warrior.
It was said that he was one of the master swords of Gor.
It was said, too, that he was incredibly handsome, and merciless to women.
Men feared his sword.
Women feared the steel of his slave collars.
Women, it was said, had special reason to fear Rask of Treve. It was said he
had a gargantuan contempt, and appetite, for them. It was said that when he
used a woman, he then branded her, with his name, as though she, once used, no
matter to whom she might afterwards be given or sold, could truly belong only
to him.
It was also said that he would use a woman only once, claiming that he had,
he, Rask of Treve, in once using her, emptied her, exhausted her, taken from
her all she had to give, and that, thus, she could no longer be of interest to
him. No man on Gor, it was said, could so humble, or diminish, a woman as Rask
of Treve.
And yet, it was said, there were few women on Gor, strangely enough to the
fury of their own men, or guardians, who were not willing to be used, and
branded and spurned by Rask of Treve, that young, audacious, ruthless warrior,
only that they might helplessly know his touch.
Rask of Treve, it was said, had never purchased a woman. He would capture, and
take by force, those that pleased him. Rask of Treve, it was said, like many
Goreans warriors, preferred free women, enjoying the delicious agonies of his
prey, as he reduced them to the utterness of the surrendered female slave. On
the other hand, if it should please him, it was said he could take a girl who
was already slave and make her more a slave than a slave.
I was later furious with myself that I had wept in the cell.
Of course I was a slave girl!
I had been taught that!
I knew it well!
But I would be a superb one!
Sometimes, I thought angrily of girls on Earth, many of them, who, too, were
slave girls, but who had not learned this, and who, presumably, would never do
so. I thought of them, dressing for men, trying to please them, though not
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much caring for them, to advance themselves in powers and luxuries, using
their bodies and minds, their smiles, and glances and words, and touches,
clumsily perhaps, not having been trained, to obtain their desires of foolish,
starved men. These were girls, not caring for men, who employ the needs of
men, without penalty, intelligently to their own profit. Smile at a man of
Earth and he will be grateful; pretend to be willing to please a man of Earth
and he will do anything for you. You may then use them, such needful
weaklings, to rise in the million strata of your intricate society, to climb,
to ingratiate and insinuate yourself swiftly, expertly, into the high, warm,
comfortable, luxurious places in your busy, impersonal, complex, loveless,
anxious world. You will make them pay well for your favors.
I held the bars. How different it was on Gor. Such an exploitative,
indifferent girl, on Gor, might be simply carried off, and enslaved. Of such
women the
Goreans enjoy making slaves. She would find her favors were not hers to
dispense, at her own pleasure and to her own profit, but his to command, as he
was pleased to do so. Gorean men were not so easily fooled as the men of
Earth.
Gorean men do not choose to be dominated, but to dominate, to be the master. I
wished, sometimes, that such girls, of Earth, might find themselves naked,
branded, helpless in a Gorean slave cage, forced to be the slave girls they
unknowingly were. I was taught. They were not. I was angry. But they were
free.
And I was caged. They, though as slave as I, had escaped; I had not; I had
been captured, and, by, Gorean men, would be forced to pay my price! I had no
hope of freedom. I was furious. I had hope only that, though on this world, I
could use my inclinations and training, those of a slave girl, to win myself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]