Captive of Gor (Gorean Saga, Book 7)
John Norman
Language: English
Pages: 260
ISBN: B00BF2L2NQ
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In this installment of the Gorean Saga, beautiful and headstrong Elinor Brinton of Earth finds herself thrust into the savage world of Counter-Earth, also known as Gor. Brinton must relinquish her earthly position as a beautiful, wealthy, and powerful woman when she finds herself a part of the harsh Gorean society. She is powerless as a female pleasure slave in the camp of Targo the slave-merchant. Forced to learn the arts of providing pleasure to any man who buys her, Elinor is determined to escape. Nevertheless, she is sold for a high price, and her master is determined to get his money’s worth . . .
Rediscover this brilliantly imagined world where men are masters and women live to serve their every desire.
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woman over them. Men do not care to direct us in our small tasks. They only wish to see that they are done. I hated men! "Kneel," said the woman. I did so. Some of the men murmured appreciatively. "I see she is trained," said the woman. I reddened. I hated men! But my body, subconsciously, had been trained to be attractive to them. "She is a pleasure slave," said Rask of Treve, "though of a poor sort. Her name is El-in-or. Also, she is a sly girl, and a liar and a thief." I was furious.
kissed me. She smiled. "May I speak?" I asked. "Surely," she said. "In this tent you are always free to speak." I looked down. "It is said," I said, "—I have heard—that Rask of Treve is a hard master." She smiled. "That is true," she said. "It is said," I blurted out, "that no man on Gor can so diminish or humble a woman as Rask of Treve." "I have not been diminished or humbled," said Ena. "On the other hand, if Rask of Treve wished to diminish or humble a woman, I expect he would do it
even though fastened by a leather neck strap to another girl. Moreover, today, two more female prisoners had been brought in, girls who had been fleeing from unwanted companionships, arranged by their parents. There would be another feast, as there had been last night, and this time Ute had told me that, if the berry picking went well, I need not be locked in the shed early this night. I would be permitted, late, to serve the feasters. I was very pleased that the two girls had been captured. "I
leather worker, with the needle. "No," he said, "you are only a slave." "Yes, Master," she said. I saw her kneel, very straight, on the wood, and watched the needle pass through her right ear lobe. She did not cry out. Perhaps she wished to show courage before one who was of the leather workers. The Lady Rena of Lydius flung herself naked, on her knees, before Targo. She lifted her hands to him. "You took me on contract," she said. "You captured me for another! Surely you will not do this to
they might have had interest but they would have to spend men to obtain it. Meanwhile the real treasure was escaping. Targo, a rational man, and a brilliant slaver, had chosen to purchase his own life, and that of his men, and the safety of his gold, by the flight of the slave girls. It had been a desperate measure, and one not willingly adopted by a merchant. It was clear evidence that Targo had recognized the seriousness of his predicament, and the odds by which he was outnumbered and the