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Sleep held me deeply when Scar returned to the furs. I knew nothing of the morning beyond the warmth that surrounded me until his fingers slipped into my hair and his lips brushed tender kisses over my closed eyes. I stirred beneath his touch, turning toward him instinctively, and felt his arm settle around me as he drew me close. There was a gentleness to the way he woke me that made me reluctanβ¦
My thoughts drifted to Scar, to the man who now held my future in his hands, and my heart softened at the mere thought of him. I loved him. There was no uncertainty in that, no hesitation, no need to question what my heart had already chosen. I wanted to be pleasing to him, to learn the things that brought him satisfaction, to understand what he expected of me without always needing him to explaiβ¦
I have to ask a question of those who are upset over Skarβs typist using the word rape in a story post. Have you actually read the Gor books? The Gorean novels repeatedly address the realities of slavery, including the coercion, domination, sexual expectations, and conditioning imposed upon slaves. The power imbalance between a free person and a slave is woven into the very structure of Gorean sβ¦
The forest passed above me in broken glimpses, familiar branches slipping between the grey sky and the dark fringe of my hair as Scarβs sled carried me from the only home I had ever known. I had fought him with every ounce of strength I possessed, raging and resisting until there was nothing left to give, yet none of it had changed the course of his will. Now there was only the creaking of wood,β¦
I had not intended to listen. I had gone looking for Scar, or perhaps I had simply wished to know where he was, which is not quite the same thing, though I am no longer certain I know the difference. His voice carried from where he spoke, and I recognized it before I understood the words. There was something in the sound of it that made me pause, something measured and deliberate, and I remainedβ¦
Β I have faced dangers in the Forest that would make many women run screaming for the nearest man, and I have stared down beasts with teeth enough to tear me apart. Yet somehow, it seems the most dangerous creature I have ever encountered is the one I chose to love. Scar. One would think that after all the time I have spent surviving on my own, I might have learned when to keep my mouth shut, buβ¦