Magicians of Gor

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need of a man’s touch,” I said.
    “It does not matter,” he said. “She is only a slave.”
    “Look,” said Marcus. He referred to a new girl, joining the others in the
    circle. She wore ropes and performed on her knees, her sides, her back and
    stomach.
    “She is very good,” said Marcus.
    “Yes,” I said.
    The dance in the circle, as one might have gathered. Was not the stately dance
    of free maidens, even in which, of course, the maidens, though scarcely
    admitting this even to themselves, experience something of the stimulatory
    voluptuousness of movement, but slave dance, that form of dance, in its
    thousands of variations, in which a female may excitingly and beautifully,
    marvelously and fulfillingly, express the depths and profoundness of her nature.
    In such dance the woman moves as a female, and shows herself as a female, in all
    her excitingness and beauty. It is no wonder that women love such dance, in
    which dance they are so desirable and beautiful, in which dance they feel so
    free, so sexual, so much a slave.
    Another woman entered the circle. She, too, was excellent.
    “How do you like them?” Marcus asked Phoebe. It was no accident, surely, that he
    had brought her here to watch the slave dance.
    “Please take me to the tent, Master,” she begged.
    As Marcus had undoubtedly anticipated the sight of the slave dance would have
    its effect on his little Cosian. She saw how beautiful could be slaves, of which
    she was one. On the other hand, I suspected he had not counted on the effect on
    himself.
    Another girl, a slim blonde, was thrust into the circle. Her master, arms
    folded, regarded her. She lifted her chained wrists above her head, palms facing
    outward, this, because of the linkage of the manacles, tightening it, bringing
    the backs of her hands closely together. She faced her master. Desperate was she
    to please him. There was a placatory aspect to her dance. It seemed she wished
    to divert his wrath.
    (pg. 45) “Ah,” said Marcus, softly.
    The girl who wore the sign, “I am for sale,” danced before us, as she had before
    others, displaying her master’s proffered merchandise. I saw that she wanted to
    be purchased. That was obvious in the pleading nature of her dance. Her master
    was perhaps a dealer, and one, as are many, who is harsh with his stock. Her
    dance, thusly, was rather like the “Buy me, Master,” behavior of a girl on a
    chain, the “slaver’s necklace,” or in a market, the sort of behavior in which
    she begs purchase. A girl on such a chain, or in a market, who is too much
    passed over has reason for alarm. Not only is she likely to be lowered on the
    chain, perhaps even to “last girl,” which is demeaning to her, and a great blow
    to her vanity, but she is likely to be encouraged to greater efforts by a
    variety of admonitory devices, in particular, the switch and whip. Earth-girl
    slaves brought to Gor, for example, are often, particularly at first,
    understandably enough, I suppose, afraid to be sold, and accordingly, naturally
    enough, I suppose, sometimes attempt, usually in subtle ways, to discourage
    buyers, thereby hoping to be permitted to cling to the relative security of the
    slaver’s chain. Needless to say, this behavior is soon corrected and, in a short
    time, only too eager now to be off the slaver’s chain, they are displaying
    themselves, and proposing themselves, luscious, eager, ready, begging
    merchandise, to prospective buyers.
    The girl for sale was a short-legged brunet, extremely attractive. I considered
    buying her, but decided against it. This was not a time for buying slaves. I
    gestured for her to dance on. She whirled away. A tear moved diagonally down her
    cheek.
    She might, of course, not belong to a dealer.
    There are many reasons why a master might put his girl, or girls, up for sale,
    of course. He might wish, for example, if he is a breeder, to improve the
    quality of his pens or kennels, trying out new blood lines,

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