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

"I do not know," she said. "I retired one night and awakened later, how much later I do
not know, naked, in a dungeon, chained with other girls."
"All slaves?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "though we did not know it at the time, we were all slaves."
"True slaves?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "true slaves."
"It is a pretty name," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she said.
"Too," I said, "it is a superb name for a female slave."
"Yes, Master," she said. "Thank you, Master."
I regarded her. "You appear to be a slave," I said.
"I am a slave, Master," she said.
"The men of Gor," I said, "say that the woman of Earth are natural slaves. Is it true?"
"Yes, Master," she said. "I, and the other girls on my chain, swiftly learned that we
were natural slaves."
"How was this information received by them?" I asked.
"Generally at first with chagrin and shame," she said, "then with helpless resignation,
objective recognition and sober acceptance, and then with a liberating and unspeakable joy."
"Are you a natural slave?" I asked her.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I regarded her.
"Try me," she said. "Judge for yourself"
"But you are of Earth," I said.
"Does it dismay you," she asked, "that I, a woman of Earth, should be a natural slave?"
"Get on your back," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said. She unlooped the strings of Jewelry from her body, putting
them to one side.
"No," I said, "leave the armlets, the pearl drop at your forehead."
"Yes, Master," she said, and lay down.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
"Please my master," she smiled.
"It is a slave's answer," I said.
"It is my answer," she said, "and I mean it, and am proud of it."
 "On your stomach," I told her.
Uneasily she turned to her stomach. She then lay tense in the furs. "Master has
removed the whip from the wall," she said. "Am I to be whipped?" I caressed the side of her
body, gently, with the coils of the whip. She shuddered. "You have a slave's fear," I said. Then
I replaced the whip on the wall. I then touched her body and she squirmed in the fur,
clutching at it with her small fingers. "Yes," I said, "you have a slave's reflexes."
"On your back," I then ordered her, sharply.
Swiftly she turned to her back, and looked up at me, frightened.
I took the rope from the side of the alcove and, folding it so as to make four strands,
looped it several times about her throat and knotted it. I thus made a heavy rope collar for
her, knotted under her chin, with heavy guide strands. I then jerked her to her knees before
me, her chin pulled up by the knot so that she must look at me.
"I am prepared to believe that you are, as you claim, a natural slave," I said. "Do you
know the penalty for a slave who lies?"
"Whatever the Master wishes," she whispered, terrified, looking up at me.
"Do you know one called Oneander of Ar?" I asked.
"He is a merchant," she whispered.