Gor 21 - Mercenaries of Gor by John Norman

Author:John Norman [Norman, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, General, Science Fiction, Adventure, Erotica, Fiction
ISBN: 9780352316196
Google: Qlyorb051UEC
Amazon: B002NKSKAW
Publisher: Star
Published: 1985-02-26T05:00:00+00:00

We then passed a cage wagon. There were some five female slaves within it, in rag tunics. Two of them held the bars of the cage, watching us, as we passed.

“They are probably on their way to a market, somewhere,” I said.

(pg. 232) “Feiqa is looking well lately,” said Boabissia, somewhat critically.

“Yes, I think so,” I said.

“What are you doing with her at night?” asked Boabissia.

“I do not know,” I said. “I suppose the usual things masters do with slaves.”

“I see,” said Boabissia. “I spoke to her this morning.”

“Oh?” I said.

‘Yes,” said Boabissia. “She seems frightened of me.”

“You are a free woman,” I told her.

“She did not dare even to look into my eyes,” she said.

“Perhaps she feared to be thought too forward or bold, looking into the eyes of a free woman,” I said.

“Perhaps,” said Boabissia. “Is she so timid with you?”

“Sometimes,” I said.

“I do not think you have beaten her much lately,” said Boabissia.

“No,” I said.

“Why not?” asked Boabissia.

“She is now pretty well trained.” I said.

” ‘Trained,’ ” said Boabissia.

“Yes,” I said, “ideally, once a girl is trained, suitably trained, of course, there is not likely to be much call for beating her. She may also, of course,”

I said, “be beaten at the master’s pleasure, for any reason or for no reason.”

“Of course,” said Boabissia. “She is a slave.”

“Too, some masters feel that a girl should be whipped once in a while, if only to help her keep clearly in mind that she is still a slave. Such whippings, occasionally administered, are thought to by many to have a salutary effect on her.”

“Of course,” said Boabissia. “One must be strict with slaves.”

“To be sure,” I said, “a skilled, diligent slave is seldom beaten.”

“Perhaps,” said Boabissia, “but I think it is still good for them to feel the whip once in a while.”

“Perhaps you are right.” I said.

“If I were a man,” she said, “I would be merciless with them.”

(pg. 233) I was silent.

“I would teach them their sex, and quickly, and no two ways about it,” she said.

“It is perhaps fortunate for them that you are not a man,” I said.

“Perhaps,” she laughed.

“You are not a man,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“Do you?” I asked.

“Of course,” she said.

“You are a beautiful young woman,” I said.

She blushed, even with the wind against her face.

“Perhaps you should hope, and desperately,” I said, “that you never fall slave.”

“Why,” she asked.

“Because perhaps you might fall into the hands of a fellow who might be as rigorous and strict with you, as you would be, or as you seem to claim you would be, had you a female such as yourself in your power, and you were a man.”

“But I am a free woman.”

“Feiqa was once free,” I said.

“Not really,” she said.

“Oh,” I asked.

“No,” she said. “I spoke to Feiqa the other day. I asked her if she was a natural slave. Do you know what she said?”

“No,” I said.

“She said, ” ‘Yes.’ “

“I think it true,” I said.

“Is it true that she

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