 Slave AbuseRaiders of Gor Book 6 Pages 96 - 97 This collection of quotes is not to highlight the type of abuse any slave must endure. It is to highlight that any slave must endure any abuse in the first place. I also wish to dissuade the idea that at a point where the abuse becomes "too much" others may intervene and remove (rescue) the slave from the owner. There is no evidence where such a thing would or could happen. I have not attempted to show or describe from the Books every time abuse is mentioned or described. And lastly, as a counterpoint to the references of abuse, I have also included references to highlight that slaves should be perfectly mastered, but not abused. I make no pronouncements on these matters, but report them as I find them. Arrive at your own conclusions. I wish you well, Fogaban Click a heading to jump down
Kamchak suddenly cuffed Aphris of Turia. Her head snapped sideways and there was a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth. The girl looked at him in sudden fear. It might have been the first time she had ever been struck. Kamchak had not hit her hard, but sharply enough to instruct her. "You will take what abuse any free person of the Wagon Peoples cares to inflict upon you," he said. In Ar, as on Gor generally, a slave, on threat of torture and impalement, must endure whatever abuse a free person cares to inflict on him. In my position, bound and hooded, anyone might strike me with impunity, even slaves. "Open your mouth, Slave," ordered Telima. In tears, Midice did so, and Telima examined her casually, turning her head this way and that. "Master!" protested Midice, to me. "A slave," I informed her, "will take whatever abuse a free person chooses to inflict upon them." "In the forests," she said, "you made me carry trade goods on my back. You braceleted me, and sent me into the woods, when sleen and panthers were hunting. By the women of Verna I was much abused. I was much switched." I shrugged. "You are slave," I said. Perhaps I would not have considered these matters save that I was unable to drive from my mind the recollection of an event which had occurred late in the sordid abuse to which I had been so brutally subjected. I had been thrown to my master's men. One after another had raped and beaten me, and thrown me to the next. I was handed about as an object. Fierce was the discipline to which they subjected me. Though I wept for mercy, and cried out, none gave ear; no consideration nor lenience was shown to the piteous slave girl in their power. I lay at the feet of Bran Loort, my knees drawn up, on my side in the dirt. My hands were tied behind my back. I was naked, and my body was covered with dried blood and dirt. A rope, knotted, ran from my neck to his hand. My cheek was in the dust. I was cold, and my body ached, from the rope beatings and abuse to which it had been subjected. I think I was partly in shock. I could no longer cry. "I have abused your slave," said Bran Loort. "That is what slaves are for," said Thurnus. "We took much pleasure in her!" said Bran Loort, angrily. "Did you find her pleasing?" asked Thurnus. "Yes," said Bran Loort. He gripped the long, heavy staff more firmly, standing ready. "Then," said Thurnus, "it will not be necessary for me to beat or slay her." "Perhaps Samos has found a love slave," I said. "An Earth girl?" laughed Samos. "Perhaps," I said. "Preposterous," said Samos. "She is only a slave, only a thing to serve, and to beat and abuse, if it should please me." "What do you see in the mirror?" I asked. "A slave girl," she said. "Yes," I said. "A girl to be bought and sold, and abused for a master's pleasure." "Of course," I said. "A man may do to me whatever he wants, at any time, may he not?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "He needs no reason," she said. "No," I said. "But a man, commonly," she asked, "would not hurt me or abuse me without a reason, would he?" "He may do so, if he wishes," I said, "particularly in your training, but, of course, normally he would not do so. There would simply be no point to it. There are better things to do to a woman, once she is trained, than hurt her." "If I please my master, he will not hurt me, will he?" she asked. "He will, if it pleases him," I said. "I'm sorry I struck you," I said. "I am very sorry." "But Lola is only a slave," she said. "Slaves are meant to be struck and abused." "The slave is totally subject to the master in all ways, and in all things. She is his to do with as he pleases. She depends on him for her food and the merest scrap of her clothing, if any. She is subject, completely, to his discipline, to his abuse and his whip. She is owned, like a sandal or saddle. She may be slain even on a whim, if her master wishes." "Surely you object, and feel grief for them, such piteous creatures, so abused, so forced, so helpless, so rightless, who must unquestioningly bend their collared necks, and wills, to the lust of imperious masters?" I asked. "No," she said. "They are slaves. It serves them right. It is fitting for them. Anything may be done to slaves." "Do you think that you are not a slave?" he asked. "Do you think that you will have an easy slavery with me, if I decide to keep you, for more than a night of abuse, selling you in the morning?" She was not a slave, who must endure whatever abuse free persons choose to visit upon her. How free women in their robes had mocked me, and sometimes struck me. He had not seen fit to shield me from such abuse. How helpless we are in their presence, half naked, vulnerable, not permitted to resist, who must accept and endure, uncomplainingly, without the least demur or protest, their abuse, only slaves. "You are not a free person, to whose abuse I must unquestionably and docilely submit," I said. "And, I assure you, your price would be considerably reduced should half your hair be torn out, or should you lose an eye, or have an ear bitten away." When we were being abused by the free women, few free men had paused to watch. Such things were not of great concern to them. Indeed, they tend to disapprove of such things, sometimes even intervening to prevent or lessen such abuse. Indeed, there is a saying that the one hope of the slave girl is the free man.
"But if I am totally pleasing to him, fully, and as an abject slave girl," she pressed, "he will not be likely to be pleased to hurt me, will he?" "No," I said, "of course not. You must understand, of course, that if you are displeasing in the least particular that will be a sufficient reason for him to put you under whatever discipline he desires." "I understand that, clearly," she said. "But I will try to be pleasing to my master." "Totally pleasing, and fully, and as an abject slave girl?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "I shall strive with all my might to be pleasing in that way to my master." Gorean men, while demanding and severe, are seldom cruel. It is not in their nature. That sort of thing, I think, is more common on Earth, where, unfortunately, I fear that some males, hopefully few, see women less as wondrous and delicious properties, less as fascinating, attractive, beautiful, desirable domestic animals, less as possessions to be sought, owned, relished, celebrated, treasured, and mastered, than as something alien to be hurt, oddly enough, incomprehensibly, for one's pleasure. Whatever this may be, or its explanation, it is not Gorean. The Gorean master seldom, if ever, inflicts gratuitous pain. What would be the point of it? Similarly he would not abuse children, torture small animals, or such. Goreans would simply not understand such things. If they did understand them, they would doubtless account them offenses against honor. But it is obvious that an animal which is well cared for is likely to provide a much better service and last longer than one which is ill fed, frightened, and abused. Slaves, like other animals, respond well to kindness, provided it occurs within a context of a never-compromised, iron discipline. Slaves should be perfectly mastered, but not abused. They are lovely creatures to be owned and ruled, and worked, and put to the fullest of female uses, but are not to be treated with cruelty nor subjected, no more than any other animal one might own, to gratuitous pain. That is pointless, counterproductive, and irrational. "There are better things to do with a slave than abuse them, beat them, hate them, and torture them." |       | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
