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“Surely you have been curious about her,” I said, “about that girl,
your deep and true self.”
“No, no!” she said. Then for a long time she was quiet.
Then she said, “Yes, I have wondered about her.”
I put my hand gently on her head.
“Even as a girl,” she said, “lying alone in bed,
I wondered what it might be like to lie soft and small, perfumed, helpless,
in the arms of a strong man, knowing that he would treat me as he wished,
doing with me whatever he wanted.”
“It is uncompromising manhood which thrills you,” I said.
“It is found but rarely on your native world.”
Beasts of Gor-page 201
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As a matter of fact intelligence is one of the major criteria used
by Gorean slavers when scouting an Earth girl for capture and abduction
to the chains of Gor. The other two major criteria appear to be beauty
and femininity. Intelligent, beautiful, feminine women make the best
slaves. Who would want a stupid slave? Too, intelligent women can feel
their slavery much more keenly than their simpler sisters. This makes
it much more amusing to keep them in bondage. Too, because of their
intelligence they more swiftly realize the biological rightness of their
predicament, though they may fight it longer. The intelligent woman is
more apt to trust her own intelligence, and intuitions and feelings
than the duller woman, who is more apt to be a naive functjon of the
stereotypes and images with which she has been conditioned. The more
intelligent woman is quicker to realize, though more tardy to admit,
that it is right for her beauty to be enslaved. Her yielding, too,
to her secret realities, when she yields honestly and fully to them,
is a glorious thing. At last she whispers, on her knees, to him,
“I am a slave, Master.” “Go to the furs,” he says, gently.
“Yes, Master,” she says, and obeys.
But many highly intelligent women have fought these battles out
in their heart long before they see a chain or the steel of a collar.
They live waiting for a master. They wait for the man who will
look into their eyes and see what they truly are, and into whose
eyes they will look, and see that he knows their secret.
When they are alone, he will say to her, softly, “Kneel, Slave.”
They kneel. They are then truly a slave, his.
Beasts of Gor-page 151
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She kissed me. “I did not know what it was like to be a slave,” she said.
“You still do not know,” I told her.
“But you are teaching me, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Perhaps,” I said.
“It is a strange feeling,” she said, “being a slave.”
“Does it frighten you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, “it frightens me, terribly.”
I felt her hair on my chest. “One is so helpless,” she said.
“You are not yet a true slave,” I told her.
“Sometimes I sense,” she said, “what it might be, to be a true slave.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“And it frightens you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, “but, too, and this is frightening, too, I—” She was silent.
“Go on,” I told her.
“Must I speak?” she asked.
“Yes,” I told her.
“Too,” she wept, “I—I find myself desiring it, intensely.”
I felt her tears. “How terrible I am!” she said.
“Such feelings are normal in feminine women,” I told her.
“Sometimes it takes courage to yield to them.”~
“I must try to fight these feelings,” she said.
“As you wish,” I said, “but in the end you will yield to them,
either because you wish to do so or because I force you to do so.”
“Oh?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, “in the end you will become a true slave.”
She was silent.
“You were brought to Gor to be a slave,” I said.
“When your tasks were finished at the wall,
you would have been put in silk, collared and placed at a man’s feet.”
“Do you truly think so, Master?” she asked.
“Of course,” I said. “Consider your beauty, and the nature of the men of Gor.”
She shuddered. “I fear slavery, and myself,” she said.
“You are a true slave,” I told her,
“No,” she said.
“Only you do not yet know it,” I said.
“No,” she said.
“Fight your feelings,” I said.
“I will,” she said.
“In the end it will do you no good,” I said.
She was silent.
Beasts of Gor-page 200-201
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“One of the pleasant things about owning a slave,” I said,
“is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her,
to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas.
One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves,, like yourself,
are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately,
clearly, trenchantly and lyrically.
It is a great pleasure to talk with them.”
“I see,” she said.
“Then, when one wishes,” I said, “one puts them again on their knees.”
“You are cruel,” she said.
“Kiss me, Slave,” I said.
“Yes, Master,” she said, and kissed me, softly
Beasts of Gor-page 203
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