"15 - Rogue Of Gor v2" - читать интересную книгу автора (Norman John)

I then went slowly to the rack. She looked up at me, frightened. Then I fastened her in position, spreading her legs uncomfortably apart. Then, looking down upon her, I spread her legs by another four inches.

Then I had her.

Chapter 3 - THE FOOD TENT

"Over here," I told the Lady Gina. "Kneel down." I indicated a place on the straw, at the wall of the food tent, a clear place, between other couples.

She knelt before me, looking up at me. "You are the first man who has ordered me to the straw," she said.

"Do you think you are unattractive?" I asked.

"I know I am unattractive," she said.

"To many men," I said, "you could be very attractive."

"I am a naked and shackled prisoner," she said, "soon perhaps, if it should please the men of Ar, to be branded a slave. I have waited upon your table, and brought you food and drink. Beyond these things, I beg you not to insult and torture me."

"You performed your duties as a naked waitress well," I said, "expertly and deferentially."

"I do not wish to be killed," she said.

"You were a fine trainer," I said. "You taught me much."

"And now," she smiled, "is it your intention to give your trainer a little training?"

"Perhaps," I said.

"I have never had the feelings of a normal woman," she said.

"Lie down," I told her.

"I obey," she said. She looked up at me. "You do not seem angry with me," she said.

I sat beside her. "I am not," I said. "Keeper!" I called. "Give me the key to the shackles of this one."

He came to me and gave me a key, with which I removed the shackle from her right ankle. I returned the key to him. I did not unlock the shackle on her left ankle. She continued to wear it, with its short chain and the opened right shackle.

"He did not seem surprised or startled," I said, "that I should open your shackle."

"No," she said, bewildered. "He did not."

"It is not thus so unthinkable," I said, "that a man might desire to free your legs."

She looked at me, frightened.

"Remember," I said, "you are not now carrying a whip and keys, clad in black leather, in a position of power, men at your mercy."

"No," she whispered.