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slaves."
I did not speak.
"On Gor," she said, "I have experienced feelings and sensation, I never knew could
exist. Inhibitions have been shattered, some of them commanded from me by strong men and
the blows of the whip. I have learned to live and to feel. My emotions have been freed. My
deepest sexuality and nature have on this world at last been fully liberated. I have found
myself. I love and I serve. I now know at last what and who I am, a love slave for
uncompromising masters."
"No," I said. "No!"
I turned away from her, again to open the curtains.
"Did my dance interest Master?" she asked.
I turned again to look upon her. She knelt close to the wall, fastened by the neck and
wrists tightly to the ring. I heard the small movement of the bells upon her, I saw the barbaric
armlets, and the tiny chain that held the small pearl drop at her forehead.
"Yes," I said. My fists were clenched.
"I beg to be fulfilled," she said, "and as the slave I am. I know I have no right to beg
this, for a slave is without rights. I do, however, beg it, placing myself vulnerably and fully at
your mercy. You may, of course, deny me this fulfillment, for I am a slave. I hope, however,
that you will not do so. I hope, rather, that you will see fit to show kindness to a miserable girl
in bondage."
I said nothing.
 "I will strive to be worthy of my fulfillment," she said.
I crouched down behind her, and put my hands on her waist. She shuddered, pressing
herself against the wall.
"In what way?" I asked.
"By serving you completely and intimately, and as an abject and total slave," she said.
I did not speak.
"You will not regret it, Master," she said.
I freed her wrists and neck of the rope, leaving it fallen by the ring. I then had her in
my arms, she on her knees, by the ring. "Alison will strive to please Master well," she
whispered. She then kissed me, softly. Then, softly, she whispered in my ear, ''The women of
Earth are natural slaves."
"No!" I said.
"Judge by me," she said.
I lowered her to the furs. I began to kiss at her body. "No," I said. Soon she began to
gasp and sob in my arms. Then she began to writhe. Then she screamed in the alcove and
then, shuddering, shaking, was held in my arms. "Am I not a natural slave?" she asked. "Yes,"
I said, "you are " There had been no mistaking the nature of her movements, her reflexes.
They were clearly those of a natural slave. These things troubled me. She lay back. "And I am
a woman of Earth," she said. "You are not typical," I told her. "I am typical," she said. I looked
down at her. "What are you thinking?" she asked. "I was thinking," I said, regarding the girl,
"that the men of Earth, if they could but see an Earth woman as you are now, would scream
with pleasure."
"We are waiting for our masters," she smiled.
I listened to the musicians outside of the alcove, the sounds of the tavern. When one
brings a girl to an alcove one may keep her there for most practical purposes as long as one
wishes. She is yours, for most practical purposes, until one chooses to re-open the curtains.
After the tavern is closed an attendant will let you out and, taking charge of the girl, see that
she is properly chained at her ring by the girl-wall or kenneled.
"Do you now think it is so terrible a thing to fulfill the needs of a slave?" she asked.