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.Her body was beautiful in the briefrag she wore.Her only jewelry was a sturdy steel band, looped closely, quiteattractively, rather snugly, about her throat.She was a long-legged,sensuous, hot-eyed slut.She was the sort of woman, I supposed, whom the menofEarth, in fear, would not even dare to let enter their dreams.Yet she seemedto fit in well at the feet of the mighty men of Gor who, without thought,would handle her well and get much, and all, from her.How disgusting she was! I hated her!I had been in the camp now for better than two days.We had arrived in thelate afternoon of the day before yesterday.In the vicinity of the camp, uponour approach to it, my captor had taken his shield from me, which I had beenbearing for him.One does not approach a camp, even one's own, unarmed.Onedoes not know what may have transpired in one's absence.He had left me alone, kneeling, while he had scouted the camp.Shortlythereafter he had returned, and gestured for me to rise and follow him.He approached the camp singing, and striking his spear blade on his shield.Page 27ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlCall words were exchanged.Royally was he greeted by the men of the camp, who rushed forth to welcomehim, men among whom Igathered he was chieftain.They shouted, and clasped him, striking him uponthe back and laughing.I stood back, frightened of such men.Then a long-legged dream of a girl, Eta,had stood, timidly, near the entrance to the camp, where thorn brush had beenwedged aside, during the daylight hours.She had stood there, not daring to approach.Then my captor had indicated thatshe might enter his presence.Radiantly, joyously, she fled to him, and kneltbefore him, putting her head to his feet.His shield and spear, and helmet, hehanded to another.At a word from him, then, she leapt to her feet and he tookher in his arms, as though he might own her, and she kissed him, too, asthough she might be owned.Never had I seen human beings kiss like that.Itseemed a deeply sensuous complementarity that shook me to the core.It was thekiss of lovers, but more than the kiss of lovers.It was the kiss of a loverwho is owned and of one who owns his lover.Then he laughed, and thrust her to one side.Then all turned to regard me.How I wished that he had held me and kissed me as he did her.How jealous Iwas.Then, suddenly, realizing the eyes of all upon me, I was frightened.The men, and the girl, stood about me.I stood straight.They moved about me.I reddened, assessed.Comments were exchanged.I sensed myself being discussedwith open frankness, as might have been an animal.Some of the comments, Isensed, were less than completely flattering.Some, Isensed, were clearly disparaging.Most cruelly I resented the laughter.Atthat time I had not been brought by strict diet and enforced exercise tooptimum measurement.Perhaps, too, at that time, I was not standing as well asI might have.I was standing straight, but perhaps too stiffly, tooimmobilely, not subtly in movement, in my breathing, the movements of myshoulders, the tiny movements of my head, almost imperceptible, butcontributing to the impression of a profoundly alive body, one richly latentwith the promise of incredible responsiveness.But mostlyI suspect I was found wanting in subtle psychological dimensions, available tothe acute observer as a consequence of almost subliminal cues.These mattersare conveyed by subtleties of facial expression and physical demeanor.I was agirl raised in a culture predicated on the denial of primate biologicalrealities, a girl from a world in which hypothetically cogent animals denied,file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (20 of 227) [1/20/033:34:29 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt denounced andhysterically strove to suppress their own animality, a world in whose socialinsanity even sexuality had now come to be politically suspect.Most simply,as a normal girl of my world, I had been negatively conditioned with respectto men and sex.In the last few years, an accretion to this form ofconditioning, I had been taught that men were my equals, and that men andwomen were the same.If this were so why then did I feel so small and slightamong the Gorean men, and tremble when they put their hands upon me? Among themen of Earth, thoughtful, and cute and kind, I had not felt small and slight,nor did I tremble when they put their hands upon me; Ihad felt only irritation, and would push them away; I did not dare to pushaway a Gorean man; Imight have been put under discipline; further, I found myself longing, thoughI did not admit this to myself at the time, to lie lovingly in their arms,theirs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]