Sakinah
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Greetings Masters,
greetings Mistresses,
Greetings enslaved ones,
Greetings shootingstar67,
sakinah will explain how your theory of Goreans Masters being abusive is flawed with using this first quote.(pg 34)
judy (the slave in question)did not ask permission to speak, had she the results would be different.
Clive of Ar, is a warrior, so he does not teach as a trainer would.
this is how one learns the rules as they go.Harsh lesson, good results. you do not repeat the mistake again.fairly simple concept to wrap ones brain around.
also the girl judy states right before he strikes her
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"He will learn that I am an equal and a person,I resolved. I will show him this."
This attitude is what got her struck, she thought she was dealing with a weak willed man.
a slave girl does not conduct themselves in such a manner with a Gorean Male for they will indeed learn that doesn't get ya too far.
it is flawed in the fact that you are taking it way out of context, for any slave that is in slavery consentually knows to beg permission to speak to her Master and does not act in this manner and show a Gorean man anything but soft feminine and submisiveness.it is a very good example of how not to act with a Master if one does not wish to get struck.
the second quote(pg 15) does not count in showing anything .For the men in question were not her masters. They were after the slave beads around her neck.No different than muggers in the city in this day and age and culture, that are after a gold chain around someones neck to steal.the use of force is often used in a mugging, no?
Please do yourself the justice of at least reading the entire chapter before quoting from it so that you at least have the players right before making examples for there was two different men in the examples.
well wishes
edited to fix spelling and to add a
PS
all the goreans sakinah knows speak english
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ORIGINAL: shootingstar67
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ORIGINAL: xBullx
I need you to showing me the vomitting parts in the novels.
Ok here it is. I was wrong. It wasn't in "Capitive of Gor" it was in "Slave Girl of Gor".
e the position to which he had commanded me. I sat upon the grass before him, my knees drawn up. I smiled. "Sir," said I to him, "I know you cannot understand my language, nor I yours, but, still, perhaps, from my voice, or its tone, you may gather something of my feelings. You saved my life yesterday. You rescued me when I was in great danger. I am very grateful for this."
I thought my head would fly from my neck, with such swift savageness was I struck! The blow was open-handed, taking me on the left side of the face, but it must have been clearly audible for a hundred and fifty yards about; I rolled, stinging, crawling, for more than twenty feet; I threw up in the grass; I couldn’t see; blackness, violent, velvet, plunging, deep, lights, stars, seemed to leap and contract and expand and explode in my head; again I shook my head; again I threw up in the grass; then I sank to the side on my stomach.
And here is another paragraph from the same chapter
Var Bina, Kajira?" repeated the bearded man.
I knelt as they had placed me, the chain hanging, heavy, from my collar.
"I do not know," I whispered.
Suddenly, savagely, he struck me across the mouth with the back of his right hand. I flew to the left,
to the grass. The blow was vicious. It hurt me more than had the first. I could not believe its force,
its ruthlessness, its swiftness. I could scarcely see; I fought blackness and pain and seething light;
I was on my hands and knees in the grass, my head down; I tasted blood; the collar hurt my neck; I spit
blood into the grass; he had struck me; did he not know I was a woman! He jerked me by the collar and
chain to his knees; he thrust both hands into my hair. "Var Bina, Kajira!" he cried. "Var Bina!" "I do
not understand you!" I cried. "Oh!" I screamed with misery. With both hands he shook my head viciously.
I could not believe the pain. My small hands were helpless on his wrists. "Var Bina!" he demanded.
"Please, please!" I wept.
He threw me down, with a rattle of chain, to his feet. I lay there on my side, terrified. He unlooped
the shoulder belt from him and cast it, with the scabbard and blade, to one side. Then he swiftly
loosened the belt at his waist. He slipped it free from the sheath and dagger, and doubled it. He
struck it once in the palm of his hand. I could not see him. I lay before him, turned away from him,
on the grass. Then I heard it whistle through the air. I cried out with pain. Again and again,
viciously, he struck me. Once he stopped. "Var Bina, Kajira?" he asked. "Please don’t hurt me,
"I begged. Again he struck, and again and again. I writhed before him, lashed, squirming on my belly
in the grass, weeping,’ clutching at the grass. In the pain I could scarcely comprehend it. I was being
beaten! Did he not know I was a girl! "Please don’t hit me," I cried. "Please!" I covered my head with
my hands. I lay with my head down. I shuddered with each blow. I would do anything if he would stop!
But I did not know what he wanted!
TWICE this girl states that she didn't know what he wanted! She didn't speak the Language. But look what happens to her. Is this behavior acceptable?
< Message edited by Sakinah -- 11/6/2007 4:49:49 PM >
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The Gorean women, for reasons that are not altogether clear to me, considering the culture, rejoices in being a woman. She is often an exciting, magnificent glorious creature, outspoken, talkative, vital, active, spirited.
bk3 p 67
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