Captive of Gor (Gorean Saga, Book 7)
during this installment of the Gorean Saga, appealing and headstrong Elinor Brinton of Earth reveals herself thrust into the savage global of Counter-Earth, sometimes called Gor. Brinton needs to relinquish her earthly place as a stunning, prosperous, and robust girl whilst she reveals herself part of the cruel Gorean society. She is powerless as a feminine excitement slave within the camp of Targo the slave-merchant. compelled to benefit the humanities of delivering excitement to any guy who buys her, Elinor is decided to flee. however, she is bought for a excessive fee, and her grasp is decided to get his money’s worthy . . .
Rediscover this brilliantly imagined global the place males are masters and ladies stay to serve their each desire.
"Enter," stated Rask of Treve. i used to be on my own, defenseless in his battle camp, his slave. I entered the tent. "Tie close the tent flaps," stated he. I became and tied close the flaps, with 5 cords, fastening myself within the tent with him. I grew to become to stand him, his woman. there has been a small hearth within the fireplace bowl within the tent, and the tiny tripod set above it, the place wine should be warmed. the internal of the tent used to be coated with purple silk. The hangings have been wealthy. there have been, right here and there, small, brass.
In mock apology. the opposite males laughed, and we endured on our method. i'll consider his hand on my leg for a number of mins. For a few cause i used to be happy. nobody had reached out to the touch Lana! The odor of roast tarsk turned superior and, to our satisfaction, the wagons grew to become and rolled into one of many large warehouses. the ground used to be soft. after we have been contained in the doorways have been closed. Then, kneeling, thrilled, we have been fed bread and roast tarsk, and scorching bosk milk. I turned conscious of Targo status over.
Blushed crimson, each piece of me no longer coated through the camisk. We had fled like screaming childrens. We had fled like girls! We have been ladies! i used to be nonetheless fearful of the beast, even separated from it by way of bars. What did they anticipate! i didn't take care of their lesson. yet i haven't forgotten it. We realized it good. We have been assorted! I recalled how a protect had as soon as given me his spear, and it have been so heavy, i may throw it just a couple of toes. He had then taken it from me and hurled it right into a block of wood,.
i used to be afraid of her. Verna seemed me. She wiped the dust and tumbled leaves from her sleen knife, which I had thrown from me, at the skins of her short clothing, after which changed it in her sheath. She slung back approximately her shoulders her bow and quiver, and took up back her mild spear. the opposite women equally armed themselves, getting ready to leave. a few accrued up the water gourds and what meat used to be left from their meal. Verna approached me. i used to be as I have been while certain, kneeling.
The beast within the hut, for extra arrowpoints! i didn't understand what to do. i used to be in distress. additionally, recalling that I have been offered for just one hundred arrowpoints, for a few cause, aggravated me. It made me livid. definitely i used to be worthy even more. As women went, i used to be important. I must have introduced items of gold! now not arrowpoints! In my anger, i didn't observe the guy, status again within the brush, close to the shore of the move. without notice a leather-based loop fell approximately my neck. i used to be startled, and grew to become. It.