John Norman Gor 25 Magicians of Gor

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.Withinthe palanquin, reclining there, as though indolently, on one elbow there hadbeen a slim girl, veiled and clad in shimmering white silk. Surely this is some high-born damsel, had called out the ponderous fellow.There had been laughter at this.Free women almost never appear on the Goreanstage.Indeed, in certain higher forms of drama, such as the great tragedies,rather than let women on the stage, either free or slave, female roles areplayed by men.(pg.256) The masks worn, the costuming, the dialogue, andsuch, make it clear, of course, which roles are to be understood as the femaleroles.Women, of course, almost always slaves, may appear in mimings, farcesand such.The girl had then, aided by a hand from the ponderous fellow, risen from thepalanquin and looked about herself, rather as though bored.She then regardedthe audience, and at some length, disdainfully.There had been some hooting atthis. Surely this cannot be my slave, Litsia? wailed the fellow.She tossed her head, in the hood and veil. If you are free, dear lady, said the fellow, report me to guardsmen for myaffrontery, that I may be flogged for daring to address you, but if you be myLitsia, remove your hood and veil.As though with an almost imperial resignation she put back her hood andlowered her veil/ She is pretty! had exclaimed Marcus.Page 175ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlOthers, too, expressed their inadvertent admiration of the woman.Magicians of Gor It is my Litsia! cried the ponderous fellow, as though relieved.The woman drew down her robes a bit, that her shoulders were bared.She heldthe robes together before her. She is not collared! cried a fellow. Lash her! cried another.For an instant the girl blanched and trembled, clutching the robes togetherbefore her in her small fists, but then, in a moment, had recovered herself,and was back in character.It was easy to tell that she had, at some time oranother, felt the lash, and knew what it was like. But surely we are to respect slaves in the new Ar? inquired the ponderousfellow, anxiously, of the audience.This question, of course, was greeted with guffaws, and a slapping of the leftshoulders. But my Litsia must have some token of her bondage upon her, said the fellow. Please, Litsia, show us.Quickly the girl thrust the lower portion of her left leg, lovely and curved,from the robe.On her left ankle was a narrow, locked slave anklet.Then,quickly, she concealed her leg and ankle again within the robe.The slavecollar, of one form or another, band or bar, or chain or lock, is almostuniversal on Gor for slaves.On the other hand, some masters use a bracelet oranklet.Too, the slaves of others may wear as little to denote their conditionas a ring, the significance of which may be known to few.The bracelet, theanklet and ring are often worn (pg.257) by women whose slavery is secret,largely hidden from the world, though not, of course, from themselves andtheir masters.And even such women, when in private with their masters, willusually be collared, as is suitable for slaves.Indeed, they will often stripthemselves and kneel, or drop to all fours, to be collared, as soon as theyenter their master s domicile.There are many points in favor of the collar,besides those of history and tradition.The throat is not only an idealaesthetic showplace for the symbol of bondage, displaying it beautifully andprominently, but one which, because of the location, at the throat, and thewidths involved, is excellently secure.It also makes it easier to leash thefemale.Also, of course, by means of it and a rope or chain one may attach herto various rings and holding devices.Some fellows even bracelet or tie herhands to it.The collar, too, of course, helps to make clear to the slave, andothers, her status as a domestic animal. Show us a little more, Litsia, begged the ponderous fellow.Litsia then, rather quickly, but holding the pose for a moment, open thesilken robes, and her knees slightly flexed, and her head turned demurely tothe left, helf them out to the sides. She is lovely! said Marcus. Yes, I agreed. Surely she is a bred slave, with lines like that, he said. No, I said. She was a free woman, from Asperiche.Marcus looked at me, puzzled.Magicians of Gor Yes, I said. Are you sure? he asked. Yes, I said. Interesting, he said. In a sense, of course, I said, she is a bred slave. True, he said.It is a common Gorean belief that all females are bred slaves.It is only thatsome have their collars and some, as yet, do not.Page 176ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThe girl wore a modest slave tunic, which muchly covered her.She now drew closed again the sides of the shimmering robe and, once more,tossed her head, and glanced disdainfully at the audience.Against there washooting. Some folks, said the ponderous fellow, think that I have spoiled her.The girl then put out her small hand and was assisted by the ponderous fellowto the palanquin again.When she took her place in it, it was lifted.(pg.258) It was clearly off the floor.One could see the drapery at the backof the stage. I do trust you will be nice to me this evening? said the ponderous fellow tothe slim beauty on the palanquin.She tossed her head and did not deign to respond to him.He then drew shut the curtains of the palanquin.It was still off the floor. Do you think I am too easy with her? the ponderous fellow inquired of theaudience. Yes! Yes! shouted several of the men. Oh, oh! cried the ponderous fellow looking upward miserably and shaking hisfists, helplessly, angrily, in the air. If only I were not a devoted adherentof the new and wonderful Ar!There was much laughter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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