Tal Lady Tabitha,
It seems from the quote you posted that your copy of "Witness of Gor" is
incomplete. Here's a more complete version of the quote which can be
found
on pages 132-134:
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"We have some new male slaves in Pen 2 of the Bata Section," said
another to her, he whose whip I had first kissed.
The woman turned, to see who had addressed her, and suddenly, for a
moment, she seemed taken aback. I think she had not seen him well before.
He whose whip I had first kissed was, in his unassuming way, a powerful,
handsome Gorean male. I thought him the most handsome of all the guards.
He was the most attractive man I had ever seen. I was weak when near him.
It was his whip which I had first kissed on this world. It was from such
a
man that a woman might beg the collar! Why was he so cruel to me? I
wanted
only to please him, and as the slave I was. Her attitude immediately
changed.
"Oh?" she said, archly.
"I do not know if you would be interested," he said. "They are
male
silk slaves, pleasantly featured, symmetrically pro****tioned, charming
fellows, gentle, sensitive, unthreatening. They are well trained to be a
woman's slave."
"Ah!" she said, as though interested.
I did not move a muscle. I knelt almost rigidly, my knees spread.
I
had not dared to meet her eyes. It can be deemed presumptuous for a slave
to directly meet the eyes of a free person, unless the permission is
clear.
Suddenly she had forgotten about me!
"They are the sort," he said, "with whom a lady might chat of her
day, her doings and thoughts, with whom she might exchange gossip, and
gratefully share delicate confidences. They are well-trained to be a
woman's
slave. They would look well in their silk at your slave ring. You could
be
proud of them as they hurry about your errands, keep your quarters and
serve
your friends."
"They are not masculine, are they?" she inquired. "I find
masculinity so offensive and vulgar," she said.
The liar, the liar, I thought. Even within her garments I sensed
her
****d body palpitating in his presence!
What possible interest could she be to such a man, other than
perhaps
to be seized, stripped and caged, for an eventual sale?
"You need have no fear," he said. "They have been selected for
their
nature, which is that to be a woman's slave."
I sensed that she, as any hormonally normal woman, would despise
such
creatures.
"By all means," she said, "let us look at them."
"Follow me, if you would," said he.
The woman had then turned away. I was grateful that she had been
distracted! I had been forgotten!
The guard, it seemed, was interested in displaying the goods of the
house.
I turned my head a little and saw her following the guard, he whose
whip I had first kissed, from the area. He did not even look back at her.
Doubtless I should have rejoiced at this development, facilitating as it
did
my escape from what might have been a most unpleasant situation. How
fortunate that he, in the line of his duty, he so impatient and efficient,
had recalled to her the presumed itinerary of her schedule. I was pleased
that this, doubtless by some fortuitous coincidence, had occurred to him.
But I had felt, too, a sudden uncontrollable wave of hatred and jealousy
for
her, she being permitted to follow him as she did. She followed him
quickly
enough, and meekly enough, I thought. This might have been noted, too, by
the guards.
The woman with her accompanied her.
Then they were gone.
"I wonder what she would look like on a block," said one of the
guards. "Not bad, I would guess," said another. "Do you think she could
dance?" asked another. "Yes," said another. "It is instinctive in a
woman," said another. "Certainly she could be taught," said another.
"She
needs a collar, and a taste of the whip," said another. "That is what
they
all need," said another, "a collar, and a taste of the whip."
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Now, as to your assignment....
What I think happens when the women reach the pens is that the guards
strip,
brand, collar, and whip them before selling them as kettle and mat girls.
~EG~
I wish you well,
Lemuel of the Builders
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