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A re-imagining of a femdom scene from Raiders of Gor - with some embellishments. Jeff Howell. Post by Tabitha fallen storks of rence and holding them between my teeth.

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Suddenly, her hands in my hair, she thrust her lips savagely down on mine and, to my horror, my lips met hers, but could not withstand them and I felt her head forcing mine down and I felt her teeth cut into my lips and I tasted blood, my own, in my mouth, and then, insolently, her tongue thrust into my mouth, possessively, forcing mine, as it would, from its path, and then, after some Ehn, withdrawing her tongue, she bit me, as I cried out in pain, diagonally across the mouth and lips, that, on the morrow, when I stood at stake in festival, the marks of my mistress's teeth, evidence of her conquest of me, would be visible in my body. I was shattered.

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I could not meet her eyes, those of a free woman. Captive of Gor Book 7 Our training in the pens of Ko-ro-ba now began to move toward its conclusion. Our bodies, superbly trained, even those of Inge and Ute, now became unmistakably those of slave girls.

We had had into our bodies mysteries of movements of which even we, for the most part, were no longer aware, subtle als of appetite, of passion and of obedience to a masculine touch, movements which excited the fierce jealousy, the hatred, of free women, particularly ignorant free women, who feared, and perhaps rightly, that their men might leave them for the purchase or capture of such a prize.

Most slave girls, incidentally, fear free women greatly. Captive of Gor Book 7 s - The true slave girl knows that she is owned. This makes a difference in how she performs many tasks. Her body, in almost all of its movements, will betray her bondage.

It is difficult for a free woman to imitate the actions of a slave girl. She does not know truly what it is to be slave.

She has never been taught. She has not been slave. Similarly it is difficult for a slave girl to imitate the actions of a free woman. Knowing that she is, in actuality, owned, it is very difficult for her to act as though she gor free. She is frightened to do so. Sometimes mistresses use these differences to separate the two of Gorean females. Sometimes, when a city is being sacked, high-born free women, fearful of falling into the hands of chieftains of the enemy, have themselves branded and collared, and don slave tunics, and mix with their own slave girls, to prevent their identity from being known.

Such high-born women may, by a practiced eye, be detected among true slave girls. Indeed, frigidity is one of the titles and permissions implicated in the lofty status of a free woman. For many it is, in effect, their proudest possession. It distinguishes them from the lowly slave girl. It proves to themselves and others that they are free. Should they be enslaved, of course, it is, for better or for worse, taken from them, like their property and their clothing.

But just as some free women are insufficiently inert, or cold, to qualify, strictly, as frigid, perhaps to their chagrin, so none of them, I think, are sufficiently ignited to qualify in the ranges of "slave-girl hot," so to speak. A free woman's sexuality may generally be thought of in terms of degrees of inertness, or coolness; a slave girl's sexuality, on the other hand, may generally be thought of in terms of degrees of responsive passion, or heat.

Some slave girls are hotter than others, of course, just as some free women are less cold than others, whether this pleases them or not. Whereas the free woman normally maintains a plateau of frigidity, however, the slave girl will usually increase in degrees of heat, this a function of her master, his strength, her training, and such.

The slave girl grows in passion; the free woman languishes in her frigidity, congratulating herself on the starvation of her needs. Beasts of Gor Book 12 s - "Is there no cure for a free woman's frigidity? She said nothing.

There is no longer any reason. She is now where nature places her, at his feet and in his power. She kisses his feet and, weeping, feeling the heat and oils between her lovely legs, cannot wait to be thrown to the furs. I shrugged. What did it matter, what her feelings were? She was a slave. She looked at me. They are free. It would be quite humiliating, one woman, a slave, being sold, while another woman, a free woman, observes.

Beasts of Gor Book 12 Then she stumbled against a free woman, who, in fury, screamed at her, and began to strike and kick at her. She fell to her knees, and put her head down.

Lola, I saw, was terrified to be in the presence of the free women. I realized then, as I had not before, something of the loathing and hatred with which the enslaved female is regarded by her free sisters. She did not, after all, wish to writhe beneath their whips, the lashed object of the fury and contempt of free women, jealous perhaps of the helplessness of the slave girl before men, her beauty and her collar.

A woman's voice had spoken. I looked up, through the perforations. Two free women, veiled and in robes, stood near the slave box. They had market baskets on their arms.

She laughed. They looked at one another and laughed.

Can you imagine how fearful that might be, if one turned on you? The first one was silent then for a moment. Then she spoke.

Free women may soon be about. We must not scandalize them. She started, and squirmed, on my shoulder under the blows. I did not admonish the children. First, it was nothing to me that they had struck her, for she was a slave.

Secondly, they were free gor, and free persons on Gor may do much what they please. It is slaves who must be careful of their behavior, lest free persons find it displeasing. The boy who had struck her, I believe, had been in a fit of ill temper. I think he had just lost at stone toss. The girl, on the other hand, I think, had had far different motivations. She had not been involved in the game, but had only been watching it. Yet she had struck the slave by far the cruelest blow.

Already she had learned, as a free woman, that female slaves are to be despised and beaten. The hatred of the free woman on Gor for the female slave is an interesting phenomenon. There are probably many reasons for this. Among them, however, would seem to be a jealousy of the female slave's desirability and beauty, a resentment of the interest of free men in imbonded mistresses, and an envy of the slave girl's psychological and biological fulfillments, and emotional freedom and joy.

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Something of the same hatred and contempt tends to be felt by masculine women on Earth towards feminine women. Perhaps they hate what they are not, and perhaps cannot be. The Gorean slave girl, incidentally, can be terrorized by the mere thought that she might be sold to a free woman. I glanced at the girl who had struck the slave.

She was comely. I wondered if she might one day fall slave. If so, she, too, in her turn, would surely learn to fear free women.

This was, however, the first time she had been brought into it as a slave. The slave girl, of course, sees a house much differently than does a free woman. Most simply she sees it as a house, and knows it, as a house in which she is a slave, whereas the free woman sees it and knows it as a house in which she is free. The houses are, accordingly, experienced quite differently.