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."Yes," I said."That is absurd," she said.She rolled over on her back, on the dark robes,and threw her bound wrists over her head."You were not sure that you were really Canka's slave," I said."You wishedPage 45ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlreassurance."The beauty moved angrily.She did not answer."Have no fear, Winyela," I said."The colalr, as you have no doubt by nowdiscovered, is truly knotted on your neck."I looked at her small feet, at thos trim ankles, at the sweet calves of her,her thighs, her belly, her breasts, the neck and shoulders, her throat, inCanka's collar, her profile, the lovely red hair, behind her on the robes."You're looking at me, aren't you?" she asked."Yes," I said."I hate men," she said.She quickly half sat, half knelt, on the robes, herbound hands on the robes."No, you don't," I said."You hate yourself, or something ugly in yourself,probably left over from Earth, that sick world from which you came."She threw herslef on her side, facing me, her legs pulled up, her bound handsbefore her."I am miserable," she said."You are confused," I said."You only wanted to be put in your place.""MY place?" she said."Yes," I said, "your place, your place in the order of nature, that of afemale at the feet of her master."She did not respond."But it is a dangerous game," I said."I would beware of playing it withGoreans.Suppose Canka had given you to boys, as a target for their arrows, orhad rubbed you with blood, your own, and had set sleen on you.""I am going to run away," she said, sullenly.She rose, angrily, to her feet.I noted how her small feet pressed in the robes."I would not advise it," I said."Oh?" she asked."There is nowhere to run," I said.She walked angrily to the other side of the lodge, and then turned to face me,her bound wrists held then at her waist.She was beautiful."It is true,"she said, angrily."There is page 74~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~nowhere to run," she looked down, at her left thigh."I am even branded,"she said, "like an animal.""Like the animal you are," I said."Yes," she said, bitterly, "--like the animal I am.""Kneel," I said, indicating a place before me, before where I sat, cross-legged, on the robes."Back on your heels," I said, "with your knees widely spread."She complied."Put your shoulders back," I said."Thrust your breasts out.Hold your wristsat your waist."She complied.I examined her.She was not only beautiful.She was very beautiful."This is my reality, isn't it," she said, "that of a slave, at the bidding ofmen.""Yes," I said."It is.""May I lower my wrists?" she asked."May I close my knees?""Yes," I said.Swiftly, she did so."I did not think that Canka would beat me," she said."Why not?" I asked."I thought he liked me," she said.Her wrists looked well, bound, atop herclosed thighs."I suspect he does," I said."He beat me," she said, poutingly."You are a slave," I explained."I thought he liked me," she said."I would suppose that he does," I said."Hitherto, at any rate, he has treatedPage 46ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlyou with great lenience.That, in my opinion, was a mistake on his part.Thatlenience, if I am not mistaken, you will discover to have vanished.You will now discover, if I am not mistaken, that your life in his lodge willnow be rather different.""Different?" she asked."The discipine to which you will now find yourself subjected, I suspect," Isaid, "will leave you little doubt as to your bondage.It will be unswerving,precise and exact.If you deaprt from the narrow line of slave perfection byso much as a hort you may expect a cuffing, or the lash."She looked at me, with horror."In short," I said, "you will be subjected to exactly the sort of disciplinewhich women such as you want, and need."page 75~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~She put her head down, angrily.She moved her wrists in the unyielding bonds."How do you feel about Canka?" I asked.She lifted her head, angrily."I hate him!" she said."He beat me!""Yes, he did," I said, "and well.""I hate him!" she said."You wanted him to beat you," I said."But I did not think he would!" she said."You were mistaken," I said."Yes," she said, "I was mistaken.""An interesting, if painful experiment, on your part, Winyela," I observed."I did not really think of it as an experiment," she said, "at least noconsciously, or fully consciously.""But it seems, rather clearly, to have been one," I said."Perhaps," she said."I do not think it will be necessary to repeat it," I said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]