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~Mercenaries of Gor~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1985 by John Norman)
(Daw Books, Inc)
~Back Cover~
War on Gor is a rousing and fearful affair---and when the armada of Cos landed and began its sweeping arch against the mighty city of Ar, Tarl Cabot was swept up in their drive. Outcast from Port Kar, rejected by the Priest Kings, Tarl fought now for his own redemption.
With comrades at his side, barbarian warriors and daring women, free and slave, his plans went forward---until the mercenaries of Dietrich of Tarnburg disrupted the struggle as a mysterious third force.
Mercenaries of Gor brings into action all the magic and conflict of that counter-Earth, as Tarl became the center of intrigue and treachery in the city of his greatest enemies.
~Inside~
"There is no road from Torcadino," said Tarl to the mercenary commander. "You have trapped yourself here. The walls are surrounded. Your army is small. Cos will maintain a considerable force in the area, at least compared to what is at your disposal. I do not think you will be able to fight your way out. I am sure you do not have enough tarns to evacuate your men.
"Obviously you have made strict arrangements with Ar," Tarl went on.
"No," the mercenary said. "I have no understanding with Ar."
"You must have!" Tarl said. "Are you not in the pay of Ar?"
"No," the commander said. "The powers of Ar and Cos must be balanced. The victory of either means the end of the free companies..."
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~Quotations from the book, Mercenaries of Gor~
“Beware your words," I cautioned her.
"I am a free woman," she said. "I can speak as I please."
I could not gainsay her in this. She was free. She could, accordingly, say what she wished, and without requiring permission.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 7~
“Strip,” I said.
“Master?” she asked.
“Must a command be repeated?” I inquired.
“No, Master!", she cried. In an instant she was bared."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 60~
“Properly handled, women become as subservient and affectionate as dogs.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 68~
"None but a slave would put on slave silk. It is so tantalizingly beautiful and diaphanous that it seems to make a woman almost more naked than naked, and yet in such a way, driving a man almost mad with passion, that he can scarcely control himself, that he can scarcely rest, or think, having seen her in such a way, until he can put his hands on her, and part it, and thus reveal her as wholly bared, and helpless, and his."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 77~
"The natural wells of Torcondino, originally sufficing for a small population, had, more than a century ago, proved inadequate to furnish sufficient water for an expanding city. Two aquaducts now brought fresh water to Torcodino from more than a hundred pasangs away."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 101~
"Many cities have a “Sun Gate.” It is called that because it is commonly opened at dawn and closed at dusk. Once a Gorean city closes its gates it is usually difficult to leave the city. They are seldom opened and closed to suit the convenience of private persons…..To be sure, a given gate, the “night gate,” is usually maintained somewhere, through which bona fide citizens, known in the city, or capable of identifying themselves, may be admitted."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 102~
“Many goreans believe that woman is nature's gift to man, that nature has designed her for his stimulation, pleasure and service. Accordingly, they seldom hesitate to avail themselves of this gift. Too, they are sensitive to the pleasure of power. They know the pleasures of power, and they honestly and candidly seek, appreciate and relish them. They know there is no thrill in the world comparable to having absolute power over a female. These feelings, like those of glory and victory, to which they are akin, are their own reward. Goreans do not apologize for such natural and biologically validated urges. Too, they do not feel guilty over them. Indeed, to feel guilty over such natural, profound, deep, and common urges would be, from the Gorean point of view, madness. The male is dominant, unless crippled. Without the mastery there can be no complete male fulfillment, and, interestingly, without complete male fulfillment there can be no complete female fulfillment.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 147~
"I wish you well, all of you," said Mincon.
We bade him farewell."
~Mercanaries of Gor, page 200~
“Girl,” I said to her.
She, addressed, scrambled to her knees. She kept her head down. She whimpered.
“She does not speak,” said Boabissia. “She is perhaps under the disipline of the she-quadruped,” I said.
The girl whimpered, looking at us, nodding her head affirmatively. Then she put down her head, again.......
In this discipline the female is forbidden human speech. She is also forbidden human posture, in the sense that she is not allowed to rise to her feet. Her locomotion, unless commanded to roll, or put under similar commands, suitable for a pet, will be on all fours. Her food will be thrown to her, or put in pans on the ground. In either case, she must feed without the use of her hands. She may also, of course, be fed by hand, but, again, will not be permitted to touch the food with her hands. She may be taught tricks. Sometimes these are taught as functions of arbitrary sounds, so that she must learn them as any animal might, without the benefit of an earlier understanding of the word used. If she is slow to learn, of course, she is punished, as would be any other animal. When used, too, it will commonly be in the modality of the she-quadrupled. This discipline is often used as a punishment, but it may figure in the training of a new girl. It helps her to understand what she now is, an animal totally subject to her master."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 215 & 216~
"She may also, of course, be beaten at the master’s pleasure, for any reason or for no reason."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 233~
"When we come over the crest of this hill," called the driver, "you will see Ar.".............
"Ah!", cried Boabissia. "Ohh!"
"Incredible!" said a man.
"Marvelous!" whispered another.
"I had not realized how vast was the city," said one of the men..
“It is large,” said another fellow.
“There is the Central Cylinder!” said a man, pointing.
The high, uprearing walls of the city, some hundred feet or more in height, the sun bright upon them, stretched into the distance. They were now white…..It was hard to look at them, for the glare upon them. We could see the great gate, too, and the main road leading to it, the Viktel Aria….Within the gamut of those gleaming walls, so lofty and mighty, rose thousands of buildings, and a veritable forest of ascent towers, of diverse heights and colors. Many of those towers, I knew, were joined by traceries of soaring bridges, set at different levels.
“I do not think I have ever seen anything so beautiful,” said a man.
We were looking upon what was doubtless the greatest city of known Gor."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 255 & 256~
“Do you have insurance on this building?” I asked.
“No , “ said the fellow.
I was pleased to hear that. He would then not be likely to have the building fired to collect on the policy. On the other hand, it was not unusual that such dwellings lacked insurance. This was not simply a matter of proprietary optimism, but also the difficulty of obtaining it, at least at affordable rates. Most carriers would not accept the risks involved."
~Mercaneries of Gor, page 275~
“It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 297~
"Lift your head, " he said. "Higher. Higher!" She looked up at him, her head far back, the leash on her throat........"You need not now keep your head in high-harness position," he said to the girl."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 308 & 309~
“The love slave is still slave, you see,” I said, “and perhaps more so than any other.”
“ She is held in her bondage by the strongest of all bonds,” I said, “that of love.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 318~
“I want a private master,” she said. “I want my own master.”
“It is a natural desire on the part of a female,” I said.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 318
“The most fundamental property prized by Goreans in women, I suppose, though little is said about it, is her need for love, and her capacity for love. How much does she need love? And how deep and loving is she? That is the kind of woman a man wants, ultimately, one who is helplessly and totally love's captive, in his collar.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 322~
"I am sure you find free women of some interest," she said.
"Certainly I find them of interest," I said. The most interesting thing about them, of course, was that they could be seized and enslaved. After that they might become of real interest to a man. The female slave, of course, yours in her servitude, is ten thousand times more interesting than a free woman could ever dream of being. In any contest of desirability the free woman must always lose out to the slave, and if she does not seem to do so, then let her be enslaved, and see how she then, suddenly, in a moment, competing then with her former self, becomes ten thousand times more desirable than she ever was as a mere free female.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 346~
"Her breasts, of course, do not escape notice in her bondage. They are as open and available to the master as any other part of her…..so sweet and soft, so delicious and marvelous, so wonderful and exciting, will, like the rest of her, without a second thought, be submitted to attentions appropriate to her status. For example, they may be
lovingly handled, and kissed and caressed by the master however and as long as he pleases. Too, they might be emphasized and accentuated by various forms of garments and bindings. The tying of slave girdles, for example, and the arrangement of binding fiber, often has this subtle, delicious feature in mind. Too, of course, they may be confined, if one wishes, in open brassiers of cord, or netting."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 389 & 390~
“I relit the lamp with the lighter, or as the Goreans say “fire-maker,” from my pouch. It is a standard flint-and-wheel device, with it’s tiny wick and reservoir. Goreans do not smoke, of course, but, as they commonly use natural flame for cooking and light, they find such a device, and others like it, utilizing springs and pyrites, with cartridges of oil-saturated tinder moss, and such, of great utility. The common sulfer match, on the other hand, so common on Earth, I have never met with on Gor. The chemistry involved in such a device, interestingly enough, is forbidden on Gor. It is regarded as constituting a violation of the Weapons Laws imposed on Goreans by Priest-Kings. This is not as farfetched as it might sound at first. Sulfur, for example, is one of the primary ingredients in the composition of gunpowder.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 395~
"In a moment I had left the building, pulling the captive behind me, her head down at my waist, in leading position."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 399 & 400~
"One often makes a slave absolutely helpless, and then does what one wants with her. One commands and uses a slave totally. That is what they are for. They must serve completely. They must deliver, at so little as a word or gesture, immediately and unquestioningly, whatever the master desires. One gets from a slave all that a man could possibly want from a woman, and more, simply taking it from her, or ordering her to provide it."
"She is so helpless," she said.
"Of course," I said. "She is a slave."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 403~
"Perform obeisance," I said.............
I do not know how to do so!" she said.........
"I shall instruct you briefly in three," I said. "First, kneel before me, back on your heels, yes, with your knees wide, wider, your hands on your thighs, your back straight, your breasts out, good, your belly in, good, and now lower your head in deference, in submission."
"Like a slave!" she said
"Do it," I said. She looked well. "Now that," I said, "May not be exactly a performance of obeisance, for authorities do not all agree, but for our purposes we shall count it as one. It is, at any rate, a beautiful position, and it is, certainly, a common position of slave submission.".........
"Now," I said, "and this is clearly a form of obeisance, bend forward and put your head to the mat, the palms of your hands on the mat. Good. Now lift your head a little and come forward, substantially keeping the position. Forward a little more."
"But then my face will be at your feet," she said. "My lips will be over them!"
"Yes," I said. "Good. Now put your head down and lick and kiss my feet."........
"Now," I said, "for the third form of obeisance. You may "belly" to me."
"I do not understand," she whispered.
"There are various forms of bellying," I said. "and bellying may be suitable and pleasingly combined with other forms of floor movements, approaching the master on all fours, turning to your sides and back, writhing before him, and so on."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 409 & 410~
“What does a free woman do," she asked, “when she learns she is a slave?”
“You are free,” I said. “The decision is yours. But beware of certain decisions, for if you make them, you would then no longer be free. Your decisions then might rather be concerned with such things as how to best please your master, within certain latitudes which he might permit you.”
She was quiet, her head on my chest.
“The self-enslavement decision is an interesting one,” I said, “for it is a decision which is freely made, being made by a free individual, but once made, it is irrevocable, for the individual is then no longer free, but only a property.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 416~
"Did you strike me because I challenged your manhood?" she asked……..
"You were not struck for such an absurd reason," I said. "You are, after all, a free woman, and free woman are entitled to insult and to attempt to demean and destroy men. It is one of their freedoms, unless men, of course, should decide to take it from them. You were struck, rather, because you were attempting to manipulate me."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 422~
“Your entire life," he said, “will now be pervaded with sexuality, with your femaleness. Your life will now be a sexual one, a life in which your femaleness, for the first time, will be of undeniable and paramount importance, a life in which it will be overwhelmingly central. Everything else will take its coloration and meaning from that.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“It will be a life of total femaleness, and dedication, and service and love.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“The smallest tasks in your life, how you clean your master’s leather, how you set out his clothes, how you cook, and sew, how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and most servile tasks, all such things, will become sexual, all will become expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your worthless but helplessly proffered, gladly tendered love and service, that of only an insignificant slave.”
“I understand,” she said.
“The life of a female slave,” he said, “is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements.”
“Yes, Master,“ whispered the girl.
“And it is for such women,” he said. “that men are willing to die.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 435 and 436~
Written by John Norman
(Copyright 1985 by John Norman)
(Daw Books, Inc)
~Back Cover~
War on Gor is a rousing and fearful affair---and when the armada of Cos landed and began its sweeping arch against the mighty city of Ar, Tarl Cabot was swept up in their drive. Outcast from Port Kar, rejected by the Priest Kings, Tarl fought now for his own redemption.
With comrades at his side, barbarian warriors and daring women, free and slave, his plans went forward---until the mercenaries of Dietrich of Tarnburg disrupted the struggle as a mysterious third force.
Mercenaries of Gor brings into action all the magic and conflict of that counter-Earth, as Tarl became the center of intrigue and treachery in the city of his greatest enemies.
~Inside~
"There is no road from Torcadino," said Tarl to the mercenary commander. "You have trapped yourself here. The walls are surrounded. Your army is small. Cos will maintain a considerable force in the area, at least compared to what is at your disposal. I do not think you will be able to fight your way out. I am sure you do not have enough tarns to evacuate your men.
"Obviously you have made strict arrangements with Ar," Tarl went on.
"No," the mercenary said. "I have no understanding with Ar."
"You must have!" Tarl said. "Are you not in the pay of Ar?"
"No," the commander said. "The powers of Ar and Cos must be balanced. The victory of either means the end of the free companies..."
********************************************************************************************
~Quotations from the book, Mercenaries of Gor~
“Beware your words," I cautioned her.
"I am a free woman," she said. "I can speak as I please."
I could not gainsay her in this. She was free. She could, accordingly, say what she wished, and without requiring permission.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 7~
“Strip,” I said.
“Master?” she asked.
“Must a command be repeated?” I inquired.
“No, Master!", she cried. In an instant she was bared."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 60~
“Properly handled, women become as subservient and affectionate as dogs.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 68~
"None but a slave would put on slave silk. It is so tantalizingly beautiful and diaphanous that it seems to make a woman almost more naked than naked, and yet in such a way, driving a man almost mad with passion, that he can scarcely control himself, that he can scarcely rest, or think, having seen her in such a way, until he can put his hands on her, and part it, and thus reveal her as wholly bared, and helpless, and his."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 77~
"The natural wells of Torcondino, originally sufficing for a small population, had, more than a century ago, proved inadequate to furnish sufficient water for an expanding city. Two aquaducts now brought fresh water to Torcodino from more than a hundred pasangs away."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 101~
"Many cities have a “Sun Gate.” It is called that because it is commonly opened at dawn and closed at dusk. Once a Gorean city closes its gates it is usually difficult to leave the city. They are seldom opened and closed to suit the convenience of private persons…..To be sure, a given gate, the “night gate,” is usually maintained somewhere, through which bona fide citizens, known in the city, or capable of identifying themselves, may be admitted."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 102~
“Many goreans believe that woman is nature's gift to man, that nature has designed her for his stimulation, pleasure and service. Accordingly, they seldom hesitate to avail themselves of this gift. Too, they are sensitive to the pleasure of power. They know the pleasures of power, and they honestly and candidly seek, appreciate and relish them. They know there is no thrill in the world comparable to having absolute power over a female. These feelings, like those of glory and victory, to which they are akin, are their own reward. Goreans do not apologize for such natural and biologically validated urges. Too, they do not feel guilty over them. Indeed, to feel guilty over such natural, profound, deep, and common urges would be, from the Gorean point of view, madness. The male is dominant, unless crippled. Without the mastery there can be no complete male fulfillment, and, interestingly, without complete male fulfillment there can be no complete female fulfillment.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 147~
"I wish you well, all of you," said Mincon.
We bade him farewell."
~Mercanaries of Gor, page 200~
“Girl,” I said to her.
She, addressed, scrambled to her knees. She kept her head down. She whimpered.
“She does not speak,” said Boabissia. “She is perhaps under the disipline of the she-quadruped,” I said.
The girl whimpered, looking at us, nodding her head affirmatively. Then she put down her head, again.......
In this discipline the female is forbidden human speech. She is also forbidden human posture, in the sense that she is not allowed to rise to her feet. Her locomotion, unless commanded to roll, or put under similar commands, suitable for a pet, will be on all fours. Her food will be thrown to her, or put in pans on the ground. In either case, she must feed without the use of her hands. She may also, of course, be fed by hand, but, again, will not be permitted to touch the food with her hands. She may be taught tricks. Sometimes these are taught as functions of arbitrary sounds, so that she must learn them as any animal might, without the benefit of an earlier understanding of the word used. If she is slow to learn, of course, she is punished, as would be any other animal. When used, too, it will commonly be in the modality of the she-quadrupled. This discipline is often used as a punishment, but it may figure in the training of a new girl. It helps her to understand what she now is, an animal totally subject to her master."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 215 & 216~
"She may also, of course, be beaten at the master’s pleasure, for any reason or for no reason."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 233~
"When we come over the crest of this hill," called the driver, "you will see Ar.".............
"Ah!", cried Boabissia. "Ohh!"
"Incredible!" said a man.
"Marvelous!" whispered another.
"I had not realized how vast was the city," said one of the men..
“It is large,” said another fellow.
“There is the Central Cylinder!” said a man, pointing.
The high, uprearing walls of the city, some hundred feet or more in height, the sun bright upon them, stretched into the distance. They were now white…..It was hard to look at them, for the glare upon them. We could see the great gate, too, and the main road leading to it, the Viktel Aria….Within the gamut of those gleaming walls, so lofty and mighty, rose thousands of buildings, and a veritable forest of ascent towers, of diverse heights and colors. Many of those towers, I knew, were joined by traceries of soaring bridges, set at different levels.
“I do not think I have ever seen anything so beautiful,” said a man.
We were looking upon what was doubtless the greatest city of known Gor."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 255 & 256~
“Do you have insurance on this building?” I asked.
“No , “ said the fellow.
I was pleased to hear that. He would then not be likely to have the building fired to collect on the policy. On the other hand, it was not unusual that such dwellings lacked insurance. This was not simply a matter of proprietary optimism, but also the difficulty of obtaining it, at least at affordable rates. Most carriers would not accept the risks involved."
~Mercaneries of Gor, page 275~
“It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 297~
"Lift your head, " he said. "Higher. Higher!" She looked up at him, her head far back, the leash on her throat........"You need not now keep your head in high-harness position," he said to the girl."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 308 & 309~
“The love slave is still slave, you see,” I said, “and perhaps more so than any other.”
“ She is held in her bondage by the strongest of all bonds,” I said, “that of love.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 318~
“I want a private master,” she said. “I want my own master.”
“It is a natural desire on the part of a female,” I said.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 318
“The most fundamental property prized by Goreans in women, I suppose, though little is said about it, is her need for love, and her capacity for love. How much does she need love? And how deep and loving is she? That is the kind of woman a man wants, ultimately, one who is helplessly and totally love's captive, in his collar.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 322~
"I am sure you find free women of some interest," she said.
"Certainly I find them of interest," I said. The most interesting thing about them, of course, was that they could be seized and enslaved. After that they might become of real interest to a man. The female slave, of course, yours in her servitude, is ten thousand times more interesting than a free woman could ever dream of being. In any contest of desirability the free woman must always lose out to the slave, and if she does not seem to do so, then let her be enslaved, and see how she then, suddenly, in a moment, competing then with her former self, becomes ten thousand times more desirable than she ever was as a mere free female.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 346~
"Her breasts, of course, do not escape notice in her bondage. They are as open and available to the master as any other part of her…..so sweet and soft, so delicious and marvelous, so wonderful and exciting, will, like the rest of her, without a second thought, be submitted to attentions appropriate to her status. For example, they may be
lovingly handled, and kissed and caressed by the master however and as long as he pleases. Too, they might be emphasized and accentuated by various forms of garments and bindings. The tying of slave girdles, for example, and the arrangement of binding fiber, often has this subtle, delicious feature in mind. Too, of course, they may be confined, if one wishes, in open brassiers of cord, or netting."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 389 & 390~
“I relit the lamp with the lighter, or as the Goreans say “fire-maker,” from my pouch. It is a standard flint-and-wheel device, with it’s tiny wick and reservoir. Goreans do not smoke, of course, but, as they commonly use natural flame for cooking and light, they find such a device, and others like it, utilizing springs and pyrites, with cartridges of oil-saturated tinder moss, and such, of great utility. The common sulfer match, on the other hand, so common on Earth, I have never met with on Gor. The chemistry involved in such a device, interestingly enough, is forbidden on Gor. It is regarded as constituting a violation of the Weapons Laws imposed on Goreans by Priest-Kings. This is not as farfetched as it might sound at first. Sulfur, for example, is one of the primary ingredients in the composition of gunpowder.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 395~
"In a moment I had left the building, pulling the captive behind me, her head down at my waist, in leading position."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 399 & 400~
"One often makes a slave absolutely helpless, and then does what one wants with her. One commands and uses a slave totally. That is what they are for. They must serve completely. They must deliver, at so little as a word or gesture, immediately and unquestioningly, whatever the master desires. One gets from a slave all that a man could possibly want from a woman, and more, simply taking it from her, or ordering her to provide it."
"She is so helpless," she said.
"Of course," I said. "She is a slave."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 403~
"Perform obeisance," I said.............
I do not know how to do so!" she said.........
"I shall instruct you briefly in three," I said. "First, kneel before me, back on your heels, yes, with your knees wide, wider, your hands on your thighs, your back straight, your breasts out, good, your belly in, good, and now lower your head in deference, in submission."
"Like a slave!" she said
"Do it," I said. She looked well. "Now that," I said, "May not be exactly a performance of obeisance, for authorities do not all agree, but for our purposes we shall count it as one. It is, at any rate, a beautiful position, and it is, certainly, a common position of slave submission.".........
"Now," I said, "and this is clearly a form of obeisance, bend forward and put your head to the mat, the palms of your hands on the mat. Good. Now lift your head a little and come forward, substantially keeping the position. Forward a little more."
"But then my face will be at your feet," she said. "My lips will be over them!"
"Yes," I said. "Good. Now put your head down and lick and kiss my feet."........
"Now," I said, "for the third form of obeisance. You may "belly" to me."
"I do not understand," she whispered.
"There are various forms of bellying," I said. "and bellying may be suitable and pleasingly combined with other forms of floor movements, approaching the master on all fours, turning to your sides and back, writhing before him, and so on."
~Mercenaries of Gor, pages 409 & 410~
“What does a free woman do," she asked, “when she learns she is a slave?”
“You are free,” I said. “The decision is yours. But beware of certain decisions, for if you make them, you would then no longer be free. Your decisions then might rather be concerned with such things as how to best please your master, within certain latitudes which he might permit you.”
She was quiet, her head on my chest.
“The self-enslavement decision is an interesting one,” I said, “for it is a decision which is freely made, being made by a free individual, but once made, it is irrevocable, for the individual is then no longer free, but only a property.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 416~
"Did you strike me because I challenged your manhood?" she asked……..
"You were not struck for such an absurd reason," I said. "You are, after all, a free woman, and free woman are entitled to insult and to attempt to demean and destroy men. It is one of their freedoms, unless men, of course, should decide to take it from them. You were struck, rather, because you were attempting to manipulate me."
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 422~
“Your entire life," he said, “will now be pervaded with sexuality, with your femaleness. Your life will now be a sexual one, a life in which your femaleness, for the first time, will be of undeniable and paramount importance, a life in which it will be overwhelmingly central. Everything else will take its coloration and meaning from that.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“It will be a life of total femaleness, and dedication, and service and love.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“The smallest tasks in your life, how you clean your master’s leather, how you set out his clothes, how you cook, and sew, how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and most servile tasks, all such things, will become sexual, all will become expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your worthless but helplessly proffered, gladly tendered love and service, that of only an insignificant slave.”
“I understand,” she said.
“The life of a female slave,” he said, “is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her master, one who can be bought and sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration. There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements.”
“Yes, Master,“ whispered the girl.
“And it is for such women,” he said. “that men are willing to die.”
~Mercenaries of Gor, page 435 and 436~