'That is an interesting and profound possibility,' I said, 'but then there would still remain needs and powers, forces and desires, and the facts of the world, that certain courses of action lead to certain results, and that other courses of action lead to other results. And in such a world who will argue with the larl as to whether or not it should feed, or with a man as to whether or not he should be a man? In such a world the larl hunts, and the man is a man.'
'Gor, I fear,' she said, 'is such a world.'
'It is,' I told her, 'Slave Girl.'
'I'm frightened,' she said.
'As well you might be, rightless slave,' I told her.
'Rightless slave?' she asked.
'Of course,' I told her, 'you are a rightless Gorean slave girl, leashed and ready for having.'
'Is that all I am?' she asked.
'Yes,' I told her.
'To you?' she asked.
'Yes,' I told her.
She shuddered.
'What is wrong?' I asked.
'I dare not speak,' she whispered.
'Speak,' I said.
'I am aroused,' she said.
I continued to hold her right arm with my left hand, and placed my right hand on her body. She squirmed. 'It is true,' I told her.
She tried to pull back. 'You do not handle me like a man of Earth,' she whispered.
'I am not a man of Earth,' I told her. 'I am Gorean.'
I then pressed her back to the stones.
'What are you doing?' she cried.
'I have been patient,' I told her. 'I have waited a long time for you.'
She squirmed. Her strength was as nothing, compared to mine. I brushed the flattish bell and the coin box over her left shoulder, and to the side of her neck. I heard the bell, and the coin, my coin, in the small, narrow metal box on her neck chain.
'What are you going to do?' she asked.
'I am now tired of waiting,' I told her.
'Then, you will truly have me?' she asked.
'Of course,' I told her.
'But with dignity, and respect!' she begged.
'I have waited too long for that,' I told her.
She struggled, unavailingly.
'Be gentle, solicitous and tender!' she begged.
'No,' I told her.
'No?' she asked.
'No,' I said.
'Oh!' she cried.
'When I finish with you,' I said, 'you will not have any doubts, as you might with a man of Earth, as to whether or not you have been had.'
'Oh!' she cried.
'You will know,' I assured her.
'This cannot be you,' she wept. 'It cannot be you!'
'It is,' I told her.
'What are you doing?' she cried.
'Treating you as the slave you are,' I told her.
'But I am a woman of Earth!' she cried.
'No,' I told her, 'you are only a leashed slut, a rightless Gorean slave girl, who is soon to learn something of the meaning of her collar.'
'Yes, Master!' she cried, suddenly, helplessly.
'Do you admit that you are a slave?' I asked.
'Do not ask me, a woman of Earth, to admit to a man of Earth that I am a slave!' she begged. 'It would be too shameful!'
'You would admit it swiftly enough to the brutes of Gor, would you not?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she wept. 'Yes, Master!'
'Admit it then to me,' I said, 'for now you are no longer a woman of Earth, nor am I now any longer a man of Earth.
'I am a slave, Master,' she said. 'I admit it.' I recalled then the time that we had dined in the small restaurant on Earth, so long ago. Her hair had been bound back in a severe bun. She had worn an off-the- shoulder, svelte, white satin sheath dress. She had carried a small, silver-beaded purse. She was now in my arms, sweating, naked and leashed. 'I am a slave, Master,' she said. 'I have always known it.'
'Now you speak the truth,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Do you now feel shamed, that you have made this confession?' I asked.
She looked up at me, startled. 'No,' she said.
'How do you feel?' I asked.
'It is strange,' she said. 'I feel exalted, glorious. It is strange. It is as though I had come home to myself.'
'The only true liberation,' I said, 'is to become what one truly is.'
'Oh!' she cried.
'Does a slave object to being treated as a slave?' I asked.
'No, Master,' she said. 'I regret only that I never admitted my slavery on Earth.'
'There would have been little point,' I said. 'There are few masters on Earth.'
'There is no dearth of masters on Gor,' she said.
'No,' I smiled.
She shuddered in my arms. 'I admit to you that I belong in a collar,' she whispered.
'It is true,' I said.
'I long to be taught its meaning,' she said.
'You will be,' I assured her.
'Teach me my collar,' she begged. 'Make me the slave I long to be.'
'I shall,' I said.
'Linda is now ready to serve her master,' she said. 'Master,' she said, 'what is wrong?'
I looked down at her, locked as a hot, leashed slave in my arms. 'I shall have you under the name of 'Beverly',' I said.
'That was my name on Earth, long ago, when I was free,' she said.
'I put it on you now, for my use of you, as a slave name,' I told her.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'You were once of Earth, were you not?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Are you now of Earth?' I asked.
'No, Master,' she said.
'Of where are you now?' I asked.
'Gor, Master,' she said.
'Once you were a free woman, were you not?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
