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once have seen me, as though I might be somehow familiar to you."
"It is true," she said. "It seemed to me that, somehow, I had seen you before.
Yet I do not see how, actually, that could be. I am only a miserable slave."
"Were you always a slave?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said. "I was once free."
"On Gor?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said. She smiled. "I am afraid that women such as I are
slaves on
Gor."
"Where were you free?" I asked.
"On a far world," she said.
"Where slaves are not enslaved?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she smiled.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Peggy," she said, "if it pleases Master."
"That is an Earth-girl name," I said. "Are you from the planet Earth?"
"Yes, Master," she said, "but please do not whip me. It is not my fault that
Earth is my planet of origin. I will try to be pleasing to you."
"Earth girls make excellent slaves," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Do you speak the Earth language, English?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"I, too, speak English," I said. "Let us converse in that tongue."
"Yes, Master," she said, in English.
"What was your Earth name?" I asked.
"Peggy," she said. "Peggy Baxter."
"Where did you work?" I asked.
"In a city called New York," she said, "as a hat-check girl, at a restaurant."
"Yes!" I said. "That is it!"
"Master?" she asked, frightened.
"I had thought I had seen you, I said. "It was there."
"There?" she asked.
"You wore black, low-cut shoes, with high heels, without strap or ties," I
said.
"Pumps," she said.
"You wore black-net stockings or panty hose," I said "You wore a black
miniskirt, and a long-sleeved, smooth, white silk blouse, open at the throat.
You had a black ribbon for your hair."
"Panty hose," she said. "But they were taken from me."
I nodded, Gorean men seldom permit a slave shielding for her warm intimacies.
"Apparently I was not the only one who saw you there," I said. "Some other, or
others,"
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I said, "must have seen you as well, and adjudged you worthy to be brought to
Gor as a slave girl.
"Yes, Master," she said
"I commend their judgment, and taste," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"How is it that you were originally captured on Earth?" I asked.
"After work, late," she said, "I left the restaurant. A cab was nearby. I
thought myself fortunate. I entered the cab. It was a specially designed
capture vehicle. I found myself helplessly sealed within it. Gas entered my
mobile prison. I lost consciousness. I did not recover consciousness until I
found myself chained in a girl-dungeon on Gor. I awakened to the whip and the
hands of a brute upon me. I swiftly learned I was a slave."
"I think that I myself, and a friend," I said, "were captured by the same cab,
the same.
devices." I recalled that the cab driver, in the garage, had said that he had
another pickup to make that night. His next pickup, doubtless, had been the
lovely, long legged Miss Baxter.
"Did you get off work at two A.M.?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "How did you know?"
"I heard the pickup of someone referred to who got of work at two A.M.," I
said.
"Doubtless it was I," she said, shuddering.
"I think so," I said. .
"Master speaks English fluently," she said, apprehensively. Her hands twisted
in the straps.
"Were you brought to the House of Andronicus, in Vonda?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "where I was given rudimentary slave training arid learned a
smattering of Gorean. I was, sold in Vonda to a taverner in Tancred's Landing.
Tasdron saw me there and fancied me. He bought me and brought me here, where I
now wear his collar." She looked at me. "Is Master a slaver?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"How is it that Master speaks English?" she asked.
"It is my native tongue," I said. "I was brought to Gor, rather accidentally,
as a slave. I
became free."
"Master is cruel to tease a miserable slave," said the girl.
"How am I teasing you?" I asked, puzzled.
She laughed. "Do not expect me to believe that Master is a man of Earth," she
said. "I
am not a fool."
"I am from the planet Earth," I said.
"You are cruel to a miserable slave," she said.
"Why do you not believe I am from Earth?" I asked, puzzled.
"You are not pathetic and weak," she said. "And your eyes, they look at me,
and see me as a female slave."
I smiled. Indeed, she was beautiful.
"The men of Gor," she said, "are strong. They are not weak and divided against
themselves. They are not tortured. They are integrated and coherent, and
proud. They see themselves in the order of nature. They see females as
females, as slaves, and themselves as men, as masters. If we do not please
them they punish us, or slay us. We quickly learn our place in the order of
things. Only where there are true men can there be true women."
"But you are a naked and collared slave," I said, "bound in a paga tavern."
"I am a woman," she smiled, "something that I never was, truly, on Earth."
"I see," I said.
"We are small, and weak, and soft and beautiful," she said, "and we have
dispositions to yield, and to love and serve, selflessly. We long for masters.
We cannot be fulfilled until we find them." She smiled. "And then, on Gor,"
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she said, "we look up and, startled, find them
standing over us. The whip is in their hand. They will take no nonsense from
us. Is it any wonder we love them so?"
"I was once from Earth," I said.
"I find that hard to believe," she said.
I shrugged.
"Look at me," she said.
I grinned, and she reddened.
"What do you see," she asked, "an abused woman to be hastily freed, or a slave
tethered for a man's pleasure?"
"A slave," I said, "tethered for a man's pleasure."
"You see," she smiled, "you are Gorean."
"And as what do you see yourself," I asked, "as an abused woman, hoping to be
hastily freed, or as a slave, tied to rings, who hopes her master will see fit
to linger over her?"
"A slave," she smiled, "one fastened helplessly; tied to rings, who hopes that
she will be found sufficiently pleasing that a master will see fit to linger
over her, driving her to a madness of imbonded joy."
"Do you wish to be freed?" I asked.
"A woman such as I, on Gor," she laughed, "has no hope of freedom."
I smiled. I did not doubt that. She had even been named 'Peggy'. That name, an
Earth-
girl name, made it perfectly clear that her master regarded her categorically,
and totally, as a slave. It had been her name on Earth. Now, of course, she
wore it as a slave name, by the decision of her master. Slaves in their own
right have no names. They are animals.
"But do you wish to be freed?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
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once have seen me, as though I might be somehow familiar to you."
"It is true," she said. "It seemed to me that, somehow, I had seen you before.
Yet I do not see how, actually, that could be. I am only a miserable slave."
"Were you always a slave?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said. "I was once free."
"On Gor?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said. She smiled. "I am afraid that women such as I are
slaves on
Gor."
"Where were you free?" I asked.
"On a far world," she said.
"Where slaves are not enslaved?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she smiled.
"What is your name?" I asked.
"Peggy," she said, "if it pleases Master."
"That is an Earth-girl name," I said. "Are you from the planet Earth?"
"Yes, Master," she said, "but please do not whip me. It is not my fault that
Earth is my planet of origin. I will try to be pleasing to you."
"Earth girls make excellent slaves," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Do you speak the Earth language, English?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"I, too, speak English," I said. "Let us converse in that tongue."
"Yes, Master," she said, in English.
"What was your Earth name?" I asked.
"Peggy," she said. "Peggy Baxter."
"Where did you work?" I asked.
"In a city called New York," she said, "as a hat-check girl, at a restaurant."
"Yes!" I said. "That is it!"
"Master?" she asked, frightened.
"I had thought I had seen you, I said. "It was there."
"There?" she asked.
"You wore black, low-cut shoes, with high heels, without strap or ties," I
said.
"Pumps," she said.
"You wore black-net stockings or panty hose," I said "You wore a black
miniskirt, and a long-sleeved, smooth, white silk blouse, open at the throat.
You had a black ribbon for your hair."
"Panty hose," she said. "But they were taken from me."
I nodded, Gorean men seldom permit a slave shielding for her warm intimacies.
"Apparently I was not the only one who saw you there," I said. "Some other, or
others,"
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I said, "must have seen you as well, and adjudged you worthy to be brought to
Gor as a slave girl.
"Yes, Master," she said
"I commend their judgment, and taste," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"How is it that you were originally captured on Earth?" I asked.
"After work, late," she said, "I left the restaurant. A cab was nearby. I
thought myself fortunate. I entered the cab. It was a specially designed
capture vehicle. I found myself helplessly sealed within it. Gas entered my
mobile prison. I lost consciousness. I did not recover consciousness until I
found myself chained in a girl-dungeon on Gor. I awakened to the whip and the
hands of a brute upon me. I swiftly learned I was a slave."
"I think that I myself, and a friend," I said, "were captured by the same cab,
the same.
devices." I recalled that the cab driver, in the garage, had said that he had
another pickup to make that night. His next pickup, doubtless, had been the
lovely, long legged Miss Baxter.
"Did you get off work at two A.M.?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "How did you know?"
"I heard the pickup of someone referred to who got of work at two A.M.," I
said.
"Doubtless it was I," she said, shuddering.
"I think so," I said. .
"Master speaks English fluently," she said, apprehensively. Her hands twisted
in the straps.
"Were you brought to the House of Andronicus, in Vonda?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "where I was given rudimentary slave training arid learned a
smattering of Gorean. I was, sold in Vonda to a taverner in Tancred's Landing.
Tasdron saw me there and fancied me. He bought me and brought me here, where I
now wear his collar." She looked at me. "Is Master a slaver?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"How is it that Master speaks English?" she asked.
"It is my native tongue," I said. "I was brought to Gor, rather accidentally,
as a slave. I
became free."
"Master is cruel to tease a miserable slave," said the girl.
"How am I teasing you?" I asked, puzzled.
She laughed. "Do not expect me to believe that Master is a man of Earth," she
said. "I
am not a fool."
"I am from the planet Earth," I said.
"You are cruel to a miserable slave," she said.
"Why do you not believe I am from Earth?" I asked, puzzled.
"You are not pathetic and weak," she said. "And your eyes, they look at me,
and see me as a female slave."
I smiled. Indeed, she was beautiful.
"The men of Gor," she said, "are strong. They are not weak and divided against
themselves. They are not tortured. They are integrated and coherent, and
proud. They see themselves in the order of nature. They see females as
females, as slaves, and themselves as men, as masters. If we do not please
them they punish us, or slay us. We quickly learn our place in the order of
things. Only where there are true men can there be true women."
"But you are a naked and collared slave," I said, "bound in a paga tavern."
"I am a woman," she smiled, "something that I never was, truly, on Earth."
"I see," I said.
"We are small, and weak, and soft and beautiful," she said, "and we have
dispositions to yield, and to love and serve, selflessly. We long for masters.
We cannot be fulfilled until we find them." She smiled. "And then, on Gor,"
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she said, "we look up and, startled, find them
standing over us. The whip is in their hand. They will take no nonsense from
us. Is it any wonder we love them so?"
"I was once from Earth," I said.
"I find that hard to believe," she said.
I shrugged.
"Look at me," she said.
I grinned, and she reddened.
"What do you see," she asked, "an abused woman to be hastily freed, or a slave
tethered for a man's pleasure?"
"A slave," I said, "tethered for a man's pleasure."
"You see," she smiled, "you are Gorean."
"And as what do you see yourself," I asked, "as an abused woman, hoping to be
hastily freed, or as a slave, tied to rings, who hopes her master will see fit
to linger over her?"
"A slave," she smiled, "one fastened helplessly; tied to rings, who hopes that
she will be found sufficiently pleasing that a master will see fit to linger
over her, driving her to a madness of imbonded joy."
"Do you wish to be freed?" I asked.
"A woman such as I, on Gor," she laughed, "has no hope of freedom."
I smiled. I did not doubt that. She had even been named 'Peggy'. That name, an
Earth-
girl name, made it perfectly clear that her master regarded her categorically,
and totally, as a slave. It had been her name on Earth. Now, of course, she
wore it as a slave name, by the decision of her master. Slaves in their own
right have no names. They are animals.
"But do you wish to be freed?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
"But you are a woman of Earth," I said. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]