Rogue of Gor [Gor Series Book 15]
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by John Norman
Description: Learning a valuable lesson in gender roles, Jason Marshall, an Earthman enslaved by the Goreans, must prove himself on the planet Gor. Determined to find the beautiful Earthwoman who was kidnapped with him, Jason is caught in the middle of a devastating war between Ar and the Salerians. Jason must prove himself a real man and survive the war in hopes of finally finding the girl of his dreams. Coinciding with the 40th anniversary of the first book of the Gorean Saga, TARNSMAN OF GOR, E-Reads is proud to release the very first complete publication of all Gor books by John Norman, in both print and ebook editions, including the long-awaited 26th novel in the saga, WITNESS OF GOR. Many of the original Gor books have been out of print for years, but their popularity has endured. Each book of this release has been specially edited by the author and is a definitive text.
eBook Publisher: E-Reads, 1981 e-reads
eBookwise Release Date: September 2002
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [470 KB]
Reading time: 295-414 min.
I SEEK THE WHEREABOUTS OF A SLAVE;
I SPEND AN EVENING IN THE BELLED COLLAR
I slipped behind the girl and suddenly seized her, holding my hand tightly over her mouth. The trash she carried spilled. I dragged her backwards. She struggled. She made muffled noises. I threw her down, behind the row of trash containers behind the house of Oneander in Ar. My hand was at her throat, thrusting the light steel collar she wore up under her chin. "Make no sound," I warned her. She was blond. She wore the brief, sleeveless white tunic of a house slave. She was barefoot. I recognized her. She was the woman, once free, who had been last on the coffle of Oneander long ago in Ar, the same coffle in which Miss Henderson had been secured. "Rape me swiftly," she said. "I must soon be back."
"Where is Oneander?' I asked, my eyes hard. I had had little fortune with the guards at the gate to his holding. I knew little more than that he was not now in the city.
"Gone," she said. "To the north, business!"
"Where?" I asked. "Where?" My hand tightened on her throat.
"I do not know, Master," she whispered. "I do not know! I am only a slave!"
"Is the slave, Veminia, in the house?" I asked. "The barbarian, the small, dark-haired one, she brought from Vonda, she sold out of the house of Andronicus?"
"It is you!" she said, suddenly, recognizing me. "The slave in the street!"
"I am now free," I said. "Where is she?" My grip tightened. "Speak!"
"She was taken north, she with ten others, by Oneander," she whispered.
"Where!" I demanded.
"I do not know," she whispered. "I am only a lowly slave."
"Who would know?' I asked, fiercely.
"Those with him," she said. "Oneander keeps a close counsel."
"Who else?" I demanded. "There must be others."
"Alison," she said, "the dancing slave at the Belled Collar, she might know. Oneander uses her when it pleases him!"
I released her throat. She touched it, frightened, looking up at me. I looked down at her. "I am not now in danger, am I?" she asked.
"No more than any other slave," I said.
She lay back on the cement. Her left hand touched the garbage cans to her left. "You are handsome," she said.
"You have me at your mercy," she said. "Are you going to press your advantage?"
"Do you beg it?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"You are not unattractive," I told her. Then I thrust up the brief house tunic and she put her arms about my neck, lifting her lips to mine.