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Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

We passed through two processing rooms; off one corridor was a medical facility, with mats and chains; we passed exercise rooms, training rooms; we passed the branding chamber; I saw heated irons within; we passed, too, the dreaded room of slave discipline; there were, in this room, suspended rings, whips, a large, heavy stone table. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #277)
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1 277 We passed through two processing rooms; off one corridor was a medical facility, with mats and chains; we passed exercise rooms, training rooms; we passed the branding chamber; I saw heated irons within; we passed, too, the dreaded room of slave discipline; there were, in this room, suspended rings, whips, a large, heavy stone table.

Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 274 These are changed daily.
1 275 For a portion of our way, we passed through certain sections of the pens.
1 276 Some of the ornately barred, crimson-draped cells, with brass bowls, and rugs, and cushions and lamps, were quite comfortable; some of the cells held more than one occupant; some of the girls were permitted cosmetics and slave silk; generally, however, girls in the pen are raw, totally, save for their collars and brands, as are male slaves; the costumer, the perfumer, the hairdresser then does with them what he is instructed; most retention facilities in the pens, however, are not so comfortable; most are simply heavy cages; some are small cement kennels, barred at the opening; some are tiny slave cages, sometimes separate, sometimes bolted together, sometimes tiered; others, about a yard square and four or five yards long are walled with chain links, fastened about metal stanchions; I saw the eyes of some of the girls in these latter housings, stripped and kneeling, wide with fear, as we passed; some had their fingers crooked about the linkage; the general neglect, and the darkness and the dampness, and the loneliness, are doubtless hard to bear, but, too, one supposes, the passage of a free man is frightening, one who is not merely a warder, providing, say, the nutritious slops and gruel on which they are fed; one supposes they wish to escape their incarceration, but, too, especially if they are new slaves, they are doubtless apprehensive concerning the intentions of the masters who come for them, with respect to their disposition; if they are more familiar with the collar they are likely to have little doubt as to their probable disposition, usually some sales chain, some sales shelf, some market block, hopefully in a city or town in which there is much affluence; the apprehension of the more experienced girl is likely to be rather as to the nature of the master at whose feet she will find herself; she will attempt to display herself well, in order that she may, as the bids heighten, obtain a well-to-do master, and presumably an easier life; to be sure, some such masters, aware of a girl's wiles, will see to it that she is so worked that she may soon regret that she was not purchased by a potter, a peasant, a herdsman, a keeper of kaiila; she is worked as a low-price girl but is expected to serve in the furs, under the discipline of the lash, as what she is, a high-price girl; once we walked over iron gratings, beneath which were cages; the slaves, male or female, who are housed in these pits are usually entered into them and extracted from them through what would be the ceiling of the pit; rope is used; on the other hand, barred cell doors, at the floor level, may be opened between the cages; this can allow, for example, male slaves to enter a cage occupied by females; normally, however, male and female slaves are kept separate; this permits the sexual needs of each to be better managed and more judiciously exploited by the masters; sometimes a female slave is thrown to male slaves, as a discipline for her, or as a dessert for them, something to go with the slops and gruel.
1 277 We passed through two processing rooms; off one corridor was a medical facility, with mats and chains; we passed exercise rooms, training rooms; we passed the branding chamber; I saw heated irons within; we passed, too, the dreaded room of slave discipline; there were, in this room, suspended rings, whips, a large, heavy stone table.
1 278 As we passed the cages, male slaves glared at us sullenly; slave girls usually shrank back.
1 279 One girl thrust her hands through the bars.
1 280 "I am ready to be sold to a man!" she wept.
These are changed daily. For a portion of our way, we passed through certain sections of the pens. Some of the ornately barred, crimson-draped cells, with brass bowls, and rugs, and cushions and lamps, were quite comfortable; some of the cells held more than one occupant; some of the girls were permitted cosmetics and slave silk; generally, however, girls in the pen are raw, totally, save for their collars and brands, as are male slaves; the costumer, the perfumer, the hairdresser then does with them what he is instructed; most retention facilities in the pens, however, are not so comfortable; most are simply heavy cages; some are small cement kennels, barred at the opening; some are tiny slave cages, sometimes separate, sometimes bolted together, sometimes tiered; others, about a yard square and four or five yards long are walled with chain links, fastened about metal stanchions; I saw the eyes of some of the girls in these latter housings, stripped and kneeling, wide with fear, as we passed; some had their fingers crooked about the linkage; the general neglect, and the darkness and the dampness, and the loneliness, are doubtless hard to bear, but, too, one supposes, the passage of a free man is frightening, one who is not merely a warder, providing, say, the nutritious slops and gruel on which they are fed; one supposes they wish to escape their incarceration, but, too, especially if they are new slaves, they are doubtless apprehensive concerning the intentions of the masters who come for them, with respect to their disposition; if they are more familiar with the collar they are likely to have little doubt as to their probable disposition, usually some sales chain, some sales shelf, some market block, hopefully in a city or town in which there is much affluence; the apprehension of the more experienced girl is likely to be rather as to the nature of the master at whose feet she will find herself; she will attempt to display herself well, in order that she may, as the bids heighten, obtain a well-to-do master, and presumably an easier life; to be sure, some such masters, aware of a girl's wiles, will see to it that she is so worked that she may soon regret that she was not purchased by a potter, a peasant, a herdsman, a keeper of kaiila; she is worked as a low-price girl but is expected to serve in the furs, under the discipline of the lash, as what she is, a high-price girl; once we walked over iron gratings, beneath which were cages; the slaves, male or female, who are housed in these pits are usually entered into them and extracted from them through what would be the ceiling of the pit; rope is used; on the other hand, barred cell doors, at the floor level, may be opened between the cages; this can allow, for example, male slaves to enter a cage occupied by females; normally, however, male and female slaves are kept separate; this permits the sexual needs of each to be better managed and more judiciously exploited by the masters; sometimes a female slave is thrown to male slaves, as a discipline for her, or as a dessert for them, something to go with the slops and gruel. We passed through two processing rooms; off one corridor was a medical facility, with mats and chains; we passed exercise rooms, training rooms; we passed the branding chamber; I saw heated irons within; we passed, too, the dreaded room of slave discipline; there were, in this room, suspended rings, whips, a large, heavy stone table. As we passed the cages, male slaves glared at us sullenly; slave girls usually shrank back. One girl thrust her hands through the bars. "I am ready to be sold to a man!" she wept. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 1)