Rogue of Gor Read Free

her shoulder. "Please," she said.
    "I do not understand," I said, irritably.
    "I danced before you," she said, "and in the fullness of the slave I am."
    "It is true," I said. "You danced as a slave."
    "I am a slave," she said.
    "But you are of Earth," I said. For some reason I was angry with her.
    "The women of Earth," she said, "are natural slaves."
    "No!'' I cried.
    "Do not disparage and condemn us," she said. "Understand us!''
    "No!'' I said, angrily.
    "Fulfill us!'' she begged.
    "No!" I said. "No!"
    "Is a natural slave not to be granted her fulfillment?" she asked.
    "No," I said. "No!"
    "Why not?" she asked.
    "I do not know," I said. "I do not know!"
    "Perhaps because we are slaves," she said. "It is a cruelty you practice upon us."
    "Perhaps," I said, angrily.
    "What greater cruelty can a man inflict upon a slave than to deny her the collar?" she asked.
    I said nothing.
    "Did you not see how I danced before you?" she asked.
    "Yes," I said.
    "You excite me, Master," she said. "Does that horrify you? Does that scandalize you? Does it startle and discomfort you, does it so dismay you, does it seem so hard to comprehend, that a woman from Earth could be sexually excited, that she could have sexual desires, that she could feel helpless and frustrating passion, that she could beg even to be sexually satisfied?"
    "It is not typical," I said. "And it is not permitted"
    "It is typical!" she said. "How little you know of women! And on Gor it is permitted - to slaves."
    I did not speak.
    "On Gor," she said, "I have experienced feelings and sensation, I never knew could exist. Inhibitions have been shattered, some of them commanded from me by strong men and the blows of the whip. I have learned to live and to feel. My emotions have been freed. My deepest sexuality and nature have on this world at last been fully liberated. I have found myself. I love and I serve. I now know at last what and who I am, a love slave for uncompromising masters."
    "No," I said. "No!"
    I turned away from her, again to open the curtains.
    "Did my dance interest Master?" she asked.
    I turned again to look upon her. She knelt close to the wall, fastened by the neck and wrists tightly to the ring. I heard the small movement of the bells upon her, I saw the barbaric armlets, and the tiny chain that held the small pearl drop at her forehead.
    "Yes," I said. My fists were clenched.
    "I beg to be fulfilled," she said, "and as the slave I am. I know I have no right to beg this, for a slave is without rights. I do, however, beg it, placing myself vulnerably and fully at your mercy. You may, of course, deny me this fulfillment, for I am a slave. I hope, however, that you will not do so. I hope, rather, that you will see fit to show kindness to a miserable girl in bondage."
    I said nothing.
    "I will strive to be worthy of my fulfillment," she said.
    I crouched down behind her, and put my hands on her waist. She shuddered, pressing herself against the wall.
    "In what way?" I asked.
    "By serving you completely and intimately, and as an abject and total slave," she said.
    I did not speak.
    "You will not regret it, Master," she said.
    I freed her wrists and neck of the rope, leaving it fallen by the ring. I then had her in my arms, she on her knees, by the ring. "Alison will strive to please Master well," she whispered. She then kissed me, softly. Then, softly, she whispered in my ear, ''The women of Earth are natural slaves."
    "No!" I said.
    "Judge by me," she said.
    I lowered her to the furs. I began to kiss at her body. "No," I said. Soon she began to gasp and sob in my arms. Then she began to writhe. Then she screamed in the alcove and then, shuddering, shaking, was held in my arms. "Am I not a natural slave?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "you are " There had been no mistaking the nature of her movements, her reflexes. They were clearly those of a natural slave. These things troubled me. She lay back. "And I am a woman of Earth," she said. "You are not typical," I told