fyreredsub
Posts: 3403
Joined: 10/7/2005
Status: offline
|
Greetings Ya'll,
Verna from Hunters of Gor, she was first introduced in Captive.
She is a Panther girl.
"I am not a slave," said Verna to Marlenus of Ar, though she wore his collar.
They looked at one another for a long time. She had saved his life in the stockade, interposing her body and weapon, the crossbow, between him and the maddened, desperate attack of Sarus. He had not struck her, a woman. I had taken his sword from him, and given it to one of my men. Then, she had turned, and leveled her crossbow at the heart of Marlenus. We could not have stopped her, did she then fire. The Ubar, in chains, stood at her mercy. "Fire," he had challenged her, but she had not fired. She had given the crossbow to one of the men of Ar. "I have no wish to kill you," she had said. Then she had turned away.
Yesterday, she had returned of her own free will to the beach, and in her power, a captive panther woman, whose name was Hura.
"Take from the throat of this woman," said Marlenus, "the collar of a slave." He looked about. "This woman," he said hoarsely, "is no slave."
From the belongings of the camp of Marlenus, which had been carried to the stockade, was taken the key to the collar. It was removed from the throat of Verna, panther girl of the northern forests.
She faced the Ubar, whose slave she had been.
"Free now my women," she said.
Marlenus turned about. "Free them," he ordered.
Verna's women, startled, were freed of their bonds. They stood on the beach, among the stones, rubbing their wrists. One by one, collars were taken from their throats. They looked at Verna.
"I am not pleased with you," said Verna to them. "You much mocked me when I knelt slave, and wore garments imposed upon me by men." She then pointed to her ears. "You mocked me, too," she said, "when rings were fastened in my ears." She regarded them. "Is there any among you," she said, "who wish to fight me to the death?"
They shook their heads.
Verna turned to me. "Pierce their ears," she said, "and put them all in slave silk."
"Verna," protested one of the women.
"Do you wish to fight me to the death?" demanded Verna.
"No, Verna," she said.
"Let it be done as Verna has said," said I to Thurnock. Orders were given.
In an Ahn, the girls of Verna knelt before her on the beach. Each wore only clinging, diaphanous slave silk. In their eyes were tears. In the ears of each, fastened through the lobes of each, were earrings, of a sort attractive in each woman.
The skins of the woman who had protested "Verna!" were now worn by Verna herself.
She strode before them on the beach, looking at them.
"You would make beautiful slave girls," she told them.
I saw that the woman called Rena, whom I had used in Marlenus' camp, before departing from it, was especially beautiful.
I sat in the captain's chair, in authority, but crippled, huddled in blankets, bitter. I knew that I was an important man, but I could not move the left side of my body.
It was all for nothing.
"You," challenged Verna, to the girl who had protested, "how do you like the feel of slave silk?"
She looked down.
"Speak!" ordered Verna.
"It makes me feel naked before a man," she said.
"Do you wish to feel his hands, and his mouth, on your body?" she asked.
"Yes!" she cried out, miserably, kneeling.
Verna turned and pointed out one of my men, an oarsman. "Go to him and serve his pleasure," ordered Verna.
"Verna!" cried the girl, miserably.
"Go!" ordered Verna.
The panther girl fled to the arms of the oarsman. He threw her over his shoulder and walked to the sand at the foot of the beach.
"You will learn, all of you," said Verna, "as I learned, what it is to be a woman."
One by one, she ordered the girls to serve the pleasure of oarsmen. The girl, Rena, fled instead to me, and pressed her lips to my hand.
"Do as Verna tells you," I told her.
She kissed my hand again, and fled to he whom Verna had indicated she must serve.
Their cries of pleasure carried to me.
Marlenus regarded Verna. "Will you, too," he added, "not serve?"
"I know already what it is to be a woman," she said. "You have taught me."
He reached out his hand, to touch her. I had not seen so tender a gesture in the Ubar. I had not thought such a movement to be within him.
"No," she said, stepping back. "No."
"I fear your touch, Marlenus," she said. "I know what you can do to me."
He regarded her.
"I am not your slave," she said.
Hunters of Gor" pages 338 - 341
_____________________________
"Accordingly, men must then either fulfill their nature, or deny it, and in denying their nature, deny us ours, for ours is the complement to theirs. " Renegades
|
RE: Who's your favorite? - 
Profile
New Messages
No New Messages
Hot Topic w/ New Messages
Hot Topic w/o New Messages
Locked w/ New Messages
Locked w/o New Messages
Post New Thread