John Norman - Rouge of Gor

I could scarcely believe my ears. It seemed that Miss Henderson, without thought before me was confessing herself a slave. She was from Earth!

"What is to be done with us?" asked one of the girls. "I think we are to be readied for markets," said another girl. There was then a beating on the bars of the dungeon and we knelt. A man entered, with a whip. Our training began."

She smiled at me, "We were taught to kneel and to crawl, to move and to walk. We were taught the use of our hands, and of our total body, and our hair, and of our mouth and tongue. We were taught many things. The first words of Gorean I learned were, 'I am a slave girl. But our Masters did not waste much time on us. Our new Masters, those who would buy us, could teach us more. The night before we were to be sold, we were permitted to speak to one another. We kissed one another and cried for we knew that we might soon never see one another again, and we did not know what lay before us, outside the confines of the House of Andronicus, in the harsh world of Gor.None of us, of course, had been sold before. Intereseting, however, we were looking forward to our sales. It was not just that we wished to be out of the House of Andronicus. It was rather, I think that we were now eager to belong to Masters. You see Master in the past few days, a startling transformation had come over us.

Few of us mentioned this, but I think there was not one among us who did not clearly recognize it. We had become, honestly, female slaves.

Here we may distinguish between two concepts of slavery, that which can be imposed and constitutes an absolute and legal condition, and that which is instinctual and innate, which under certain conditions, can be manifested and released. The fullest slave, of course, is she who is a natural slave, and then beyond this, truly wears the collar, that slave who is a slave by nature and whose slavery, released, is then confirmed and fixed upon her openly, publicly, by all sanctions of custom and law, for all the world to see.

What we discovered, Master, all of us, in the dungeons and training rooms of the House of Andronicus, was that we were natural slaves. There our slavery had been by such devices as brands and collars, and whips and hoods, fully, for the first time, released in us and made manifest. Many of us were timid and thrilled to discover that we were natural slaves. At last there could be an end to the lies and pretenses. At last we could stop fighting ourselves and pretending to be what we were not. We now, though women of Earth, could admit to ourselves what we knew we were, categorically and absolutely legal slaves, lovely propertieis, which might be barted and sold, and who might figure in transactions which would be upheld in any court of law. This we found frightening, but absolutely thrilling. It so confirmed our slavery upon us! There was no escape for us! Even if we should pull at our chains, or cry or rebel, we would still be only troublsome slaves, who might then be disciplined and brought swiftly into line. any person on the street, seeing us, would know what w were. Even children would know us as mere slaves, for categorically and legally that is what we would be. Owned animals, that is what we would be! You are a man, Master, so perhaps you cannot understand or fully understand, how exciting it is for a woman to be owned, to find herself a slave. But I am a slave, and a natural slave, and a legal slave. I am fearful. But I am joyful!"

Angrily I rose from the couch. I seized up the whip. I thrust it into her mouth. "I kiss your whip, joyfully, Master." she whispered. I looked down at her enraged. Beverly Henderson had kissed the whip.

"Master?" she asked, frightened. She was very beautiful bound before me on her knees.I returned to the couch and sat down upon it. I again regarded her.

She smiled uncertainnly. "I have kissed Master's whip," she said. "Does he not know wish to use me? Does he not know wish to try out an Earth girl?" I did not respond.

"Surely I have told Master enough now about girls of Earth," she said. "Is his curiosity not now satisfied?" Does he not understand us now to be natural slaves, the rightful propertieis of men asuch as he?" I did not respond.

"After that night," she said. "we were divided into smaller lots and distributed through various markets. I think they did not wish for some reason to sell to many Earth girls in a given market. I found my sale indescribably thrilling. I was exhibited naked. I was forced to perform lasciviously on the block as a female slave. Even my slave reflexes were exhibited to the crown. I was auctioned. I was sold to the highest bidder. I have had various Master and various names. Eventually I came into the possession of the holding of Policrates, wherein you find me. There is little more to tell."

I did not respond. "Here I am called Beverly," she smiled. "It was my name originally, on Earth, as you may recall I mentioned earlier. Now of course I wear it only as a slave name, by the whim of Masters. Still it pleased me. I think it is an excellent slave name." I too thought so, looking upon her.

"You understand of course Master," she said, "that I would not have spoken to a man of Earth, those pathetic and ineffectural fools, with the intimacy, the frankness and honesty with which I have addressed youl a man of Gor." I said nothing. "What miserable weaklings they are," she said. I said nothing.

Suddenly she leaned forward. She strained against the loops of yellow which confined her wrists behind her body. Her knees moved on the furs, among the chains.

I saw the steel at her throat."The slut in me desires to serve a Master," she whispered, suddenly, intensly. "Please Master!"

I rose to my feet and looked down at her. "I am the slave of a man such as you!" she said.I thenk suddenly, savagely, seized her by the upper arms. I dragged her to the center of the room. I lifed her high above me, bound, her dark hair, unbound, loose and wild about her. I then, slowly, lowered her, to where her toes could just touch the floor. Then suddenly, angrily, I shook her. "Master!" she cried out miserably. I then dragged her back before the couch where I stood her on her feet before me. She felt the furs beneath her feet, the chains. I regarded her in fury. I snapped my fingers. Immediately she knelt before me, bound, among the chains. She looked up, though she could see nothing in the confines of the blindfold.I looked down at her.

Beverly Henderson, a self-confessed slave, and the most desirable woman I had ever seen, was at my feet. She was naked and bound, mine!

I was filled then with emotions so powerful, so primitive and exultant, so ancient, so overwhelming, so mighty and glorious, that I knew then I had caught the scent of the meaning of man and of woman. Could I again deny my blood? Could I again repudiate the heritage of my manhood?How could it be? The meat of the mammoth roasted then again upon the greenwood spit. Once again, after an interim of ten thousand years, sparks were struck from blue flint as heavy, hairy hands shaped the head of a spear. Once more were heard the love whimpers of the thonged female who had been displeasing, begging to be released that she might lick the thighs of her Master.

I looked down at her. I knew then that I had always wanted Beverly Henderson as my slave. From the first instant I had seen her I had wanted her as my slave.

"Master," she whimpered, "Master!"

Then I stood before her with my fists clenched and threw back my head and wanted to howl with misery. Surely she must be a free woman! She must be free! She was from Earth! But could everything that my blood and my instincts and impulses told me be wrong? But it must be, else a civilization structured upon and predicated upon, pathologies must disintegrate and perish. But could there be a civilization congenial to the truths of the blood, to the nature of human beings.