John Norman - Rouge of Gor

It amused me that Miss Henderson had used the graphic Gorean expression that she had, an expression almost always applied to a slave, a hot and helpless lay. From my own experience, I did not think Earth girls were juicier puddings, so to speak, than Gorean girls, nor really, that Gorean girls tended to be juicier puddings than Earth girls. It is true of course that the slae tends to be a far juicier pudding so to speak than the free woman of either world. Some Earth girls are marvelous in the furs, and some Gorean girls are. Much depends on the individual girl. This is to be expected, of course, for all Gorean girls as far as I know have ultimately an Earth origina. I think it is true, however, that an Earth girl may sometimes have an extra dimension of lovely, yielding slavishness in her, which is perhaps natural, considering the sexual desert from which she has been rescued. She can remember her loneliness and frustration, how she, a slave, languished in a world where she could find no masters. Such women, in time, find themselves overwhelmed in gratitude for the collar. For the first time, in spite of the world from which they come, they are forced to become true women. Thus they find fulfillment and joy. To the Gorean free woman the joys of the slave girl, though they may be despised and disparaged, are at least culturally not unknown, and are the envy of such free women. To the Earth woman, on the other hands, who finds herself in the collar of a Gorean master, such joys come as a revelation. Only in her wildest and most secret dreams had she dared even to suspect their existence. Then she finds herself a slave girl.

"I think," said Miss Henderson, "that it is your intention to try me, to try me out, to sample an Earth girl, to see if we might be of interest, but as of yet, in spite of my helplessness before you, you have not done so. Further you have permitted me to speak. I gather thus tht you will use me when it pleses you and in the meantime that I, though only a slave, am to speak before you." She smiled. "I shall do so Master."

It was natural for her to think that I, whom she believed to be Gorean, would be interested to hear of her world, and of the nature of the female slaves taken from it. Earth slave girls are controversial on Gor, though I think they are not more accepted than formerly. Some man have a taste for Earth females. Other men will not even own them. A not uncommon task for an Earth female on Gor is to attempt to seure the affetions of a Gorean master who regards her as nothing and despises her.

For months through assiduous application, through attentivness and study, through a selfless love and serve, such a woman may labor to convince the brute who owns her that she is worthy to wear his collar. then perhaps one day he looks down upon her kneeling before him. His hand touches the side of her head Was it a gentle gesture? She takes his hand and presses her lips, sobbing, fervently to it. He takes her by the arms and presses her back, gently, to the tiles, a love slave. When he is finished with her he takes his whip and orders her to her knees. Perhaps he strikes her, perhaps he puts the whip to her mouth and she kisses it. Well then does she know she is still a slave. He turns away. She, kneeling, her had down, smiles shyly, happily.

"My name was Beverly Henderson," she said, "and I am from a world called Earth. Doubtless you have heard something of it.I assure you that it exists. I was captured there by slavers and brought to Gor, that I might wear a collar and learn to serve true men — such as you, Master, who are so strong that you have stripped me, and bound me and put me at your feet, your slave."She smiled, "No man of Earth," she said, "is strong enough to do that."I smiled.

"The women of Earth," she said, "are starved for strong men. I cannot tell you the restlessness, the misery and frustration they feel. The men of Earth are not true men. Perhaps they were long ago, but that is now history. Now they are weak and ineffectual. Manhood among them is measured by its lack. No longer are they capable of true manhood."

I doubted what she said, but surely, I had no intention of explicitly gainsaying her. I thought it best to let her speak.

"Females," she said, "are the natural property of men such as Goreans, not of men such as those of Earth. It is men such as Gorean and not men such as those of Earth who recognize the meaning of our beauty and simply take us, and make us serve them. But I have bathed Master and now kneel naked and bound before him, I tell him nothing.She squirmed in the close confines of the loops of braided yellow cord. They held her well.

"I was taken to the House of Andronicus in Vonda," she said. "There with other girls from Earth, more than fifty of us, I was branded.

I remember one of the girls, pulled sobbing and in pain from the rack, crying out joyfully, "I am a slave girl!" How startled and strange seemed her cry. Yet I too, later, after I had screamed and sobbed, and had been pulled, my thigh stringing from the iron, from the rack and found myself alone, chained on the straw by the damp wall, was filled with strange emotions. Though I could scarcely admit it to myself I knew, with wild strange feelings, that I was glad that I too had been branded.

"You were born for the brand," I whispered to myself, "and now incomprehensibly, wonderfully, on this strange world, it has at last been put upon you. In your pain, rejoice, slave girl. Youi are now publicly marked, clearly and incontrovertibly as what is your secret heard you have always been. Serve you Masters well, slave girl."

I sat on the couch. My fists were clenched. Did she not know she was from Earth!

"Most of use, of coures, including myself, dared not yet admit we were pleased with our brands. We lamanted together, pretending to bemoan the misery of our plights. Our masters, of course, did not give us a great deal of time to indulge our self-pity. We must be prepared for markets. We were then separated and sent to different training rooms. There I was forced to kneel and was put in a house collar. I was then chained at a ring and given my first whipping. Thus did I learn what the last might feel like upon me and that I was under discipline. My slave reflexes were tested and found, as is the case with most Earth females, initially inert. Held on my knees, my head held back, my nose pinched shut, my mouth forced open, slave wine was poured down my throat. I must needs swallow. I was then hooded and men were called in, who abused me, as it pleased them. Then a day later, still hooded, I was returned to the central dungeon."

She paused. "I have not been struck," she said. "Therefore I gather that I have the Master's permission to continue." "How beautiful y ou are," breathed a girl in the dungeon to me when I had been unhooded. "How beautiful you are," I whispered seeing her. "Were you whipped?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "I too," she said head down. I looked about the dungeon at the girls there. How soft and beautiful they were in their collars. The collar, as Master well knows, considerably enhances the beauty of a woman. "Were you raped?" asked the girl, a lovely blonde. "Yes," I said.

"They used me well." "I too," she said. "I enjoyed my rape," said a redhead, collared, in an ankle ring and chain, lying near us in the straw. "Slave!" hissed another girl to her. "Yes, slave," smiled the redhead. My intimacies sprang aflame when I heard her words. How bold she was! I myself would not have dared to admit such a thing to another woman! What might she thing of me? I had not even, scarcely, dared to admit to myself, or recall, that in the arms of the fifth man my body had clapsed his and my arms, and I had in the darkness of the hood, a moaning slave, subdued, cried out with pleasure.Then, too soon, they had been finished with me. That night I had lain in the darkness of the hood, hungry, recollecting the sensations they had induce in me. Now, though I could scarcely admit this to myself, I feared, and feared correctly, that the first fires of a slave's passion had been ignited withing me. I had know that I was a slave and a true slave, before they had touched me, but I had not know until they took me in their arms, how helpless and low a slave I could be."