The Earth girl, Louise, turned her head toward me.
The Earth girl, Louise, turned her head toward me, I [Tarl Cabot] gather, to see if I were still regarding the slaves. Our eyes met. In her eyes was reproach. The collar looked nice on her neck, an attractive, standard, close-fitting Gorean slave collar. How could I, a man of Earth, look upon women so, she doubtless wondered. Surely I was not another Gorean brute. I saw she expected me to be shamed, and look away, or slyly, furtively regard such as she, pretending not to do so.
I disappointed her.
In this she was confused, and flustered.
Doubtless, of course, she was well accustomed by now to the casual, assessive regard of Gorean males.
She was, after all, a slave.
But I was not Gorean!
But she saw that I regarded her openly and appraisingly, as what she was, a female, and a slave.
She was not accustomed to being so regarded by the males of Earth.
But I was no longer a male of Earth. I was now of Gor. I continued to regard her, as one might look upon a fine horse, or dog. I continued to look upon her as a property, that property which was what she was, that property which was she.
I saw that she was now embarrassed, outraged, shamed, humiliated.
Her hands made a small movement, as though to attempt to cover herself, as she could, but she quickly returned them to her thighs. Doubtless she had been switched in the past for having tried to avail herself of just such a shielding, pathetically inadequate though it might have been.
The slave had much to learn.
Later, subject to such a regard, she would hope to be found pleasing.
The humans of Gor are of course human, mostly the scions of Earthlings brought to this world long ago by the Priest- Kings, in Voyages of Acquisition.
Although doubtless the Priest-Kings had on the whole been careful to select excellent specimens, intelligent and healthy, and so on, for introducing to Gor, the specimens were surely of typical Earth stock. In short the differences between the men of Earth and those of Gor were almost certain to be primarily cultural, and not physiological.
There was no reason as far as I could tell that the men of Gor, if acculturated similarly to those of Earth, if subjected to the same debilitating indoctrinations, the same negativistic educations, the same unnatural engineerings, the same calculated underminings of manhood, the same inconsistent conditioning programs, which so confuse and cripple an organism, the same subversive emasculative politics, which encourages a male to dread, suspect, and fear his most natural impulses and urges, would not be much like the statistically subdued, inhibited, reduced, pathetic, tragic males of Earth, and, too, I supposed that the men of Earth, if raised in a natural culture, and acculturated in ways congenial to nature and not antithetical to her, might be as robust, as healthy and whole, as those of Gor, might be as strong- willed, as unified, as powerful, as happy and free as those of Gor, indeed, might be much as the men of Gor.
To be sure, here and there, on Earth, I supposed, there must be men who saw through these educational traps and nets, these political endeavors and artifices, men who understood what their enemies were trying to do to them, and simply did not accept it.
Surely, on Earth, somewhere, there must be true men. But the Earth girl, Louise, I gathered, had never met any. But perhaps they concealed themselves, to avoid being pointed out, set upon, lacerated and destroyed. Perhaps they were biding their time, until a different day might dawn.
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 504-506