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    slaves, particularly if they are put out, without an iron belt, in effect for
    the taking.
    “I cannot believe the feelings I had,” she whispered.
    “You must endure such feelings and more,” I said, “When men choose to impose
    them upon you.”
    “Yes, Master,” she whispered, in awe.
    The extent and nature of such feelings, I think, are largely a function of the
    individuals involved. To be sure, they are usually, too, a function of many
    other factors, as well. For example, in this particular case, I suspected that
    her chaining might have been a factor. Restraining the female, sometimes
    symbolically, sometimes in fashions which are literally, physically coercive,
    making her absolutely helpless, for various reasons, psychological and physical,
    intensifies her orgasm. This sort of thing, I suppose, is largely unknown to
    free women, though many seem to suspect it, dimly or otherwise. Its reality, of
    course, can become clear to them, for example, as they might find themselves on
    their knees, bound, kissing (pg.29) a man’s whip. The most significant
    restraint, of course, it the condition of bondage itself, in which the woman
    knows that the male is dominant over her and that she must submit to him, that
    she is owned, and must, in fear of very life, be obedient and pleasing. Slavery
    institutionalizes, in an organized, social, civilized context, the natural
    biological relationship between men and women. It also, of course, as one would
    expect, by means of various devices, legal and otherwise, clarifies it and
    renders it more efficient.
    “Oh, buy me, Master! Buy me!” she begged.
    “Only a slave,” said I, “begs to be bought.”
    “I am a slave,” she said. “That was taught to me weeks ago by the slaver who
    captured me!”
    “You are probably not for sale,” I said.
    “My master does not care for me,” she said. “He bought me only to anger his
    companion, who is terribly cruel to me. During the day, when my legs are open,
    he even rents me out to strangers for a tarsk bit!”
    “Does his companion grow more attentive and concerned?” I asked.
    “I think not,” she said.
    “Perhaps it should be she who is chained beneath the wagon,” I said.
    “She is a free woman!” protested the girl, in horror.
    “Your master charges a tarsk bit for your use?” I asked.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Open your mouth,” I said.
    She did so, and I drew forth a tarsk bit from my pouch, this one not a separate
    coin in the sense of round or square coin, but a piece of such a coin, a narrow,
    triangular, chopped eighth of a copper tarn disk, and placed it in her mouth.
    “That is for your master,” I said. Many Goreans, particularly those of low
    caste, on errands and such, carry a coin or coins in their mouths. Most Gorean
    garments, a notable exception being those of artisans, lack pockets.
    She looked at me.
    I pulled the tarpaulin up about her, as it had been before, to protect her from
    the storm.
    In placing the coin in her mouth, I had not only, having discovered he was
    interested in such things, and the price was (pg.30) not too much, compensated
    her master for her use but had precluded further importunities on her part.
    I kissed a little at her face. I had thought the streaks there might have been
    rain, but they had a salty taste.
    I moved from beneath the wagon and picked up my pack.
    She looked up at me. She understood, the coin in her mouth, that she was now to
    be silent.
    I looked up to the height of the stony plateau, and the palisade. In a flash of
    lightning, illuminated clearly for a moment, I could see, over the palisade,
    hanging from its chains, the crosspiece on the high pole, swinging in the storm,
    the huge sign with its emblematic representation of a bird, that with the
    vulturelike neck and the distorted, grasping right leg and talons, the sigh of
    the Crooked Tarn.
    I looked back to the girl.
    She was still looking at me.
    I pointed to the gravel before her, under