Gorean Commands and Positions

Juice

He then stepped back from us. “You are slaves,” he said. “I am Borkon, your whip master. Within these walls you will be to me as my own slaves, in all ways. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” murmured several of the girls.
“Louder,” he said, “all of you!”
“Yes, Master!” we shouted.
“You will work, eat, drink, juice, sleep, dream and excrete upon my command,” he said.
“Yes, Master!” we said.  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Page 270

I saw him taking out the slave sack in the utility room. This was not the first time I had been unchained and hurried to the utility room
“Get in,” he said.
Before he had taken the sack from its shelf he had ordered me to the floor of the utility room, to my back on the dusty boards.
“Lie there and juice” he had told me. ‘Waste no time about it.”
I had lain there and, briefly, shut my eyes and thought of his might and power, and my helpless slavery, and then I was ready, almost in a moment, to receive him he had had me swiftly. “Why do you keep me ugly?” I had whimpered. Only this morning he had shared me again. The hair of the other girls was being permitted to grow out, if only until it reached a suitable shearing length. Mine, on the other hand, he had made a point of keeping short. I had been five months now in the mill. “Be silent, Slut,” he had said. “Yes, Master,” I had said.  KAJIRA OF GOR;, 19; Page 273

Moment by moment, touch by touch, she ascended higher and higher. I myself marveled, for my own contribution to this, at least to my own mind, was negligible. To be sure, I had put her in bonds and was forcing her through her paces. But even so, to my mind, I was doing very little. All, or almost all, of this glorious responsiveness was somehow within her. Women as a whole, given a little patience, are marvelously sexually responsive. It is well worth waiting for them. One will not be disappointed. But this one seemed unusually so. Her reflexes were almost as instantly activatable as those of a female slave, most of whom, in virtue of their condition and training, juice readily, often at so little as a glance or a snapping of fingers. If she was this responsive as a free woman it was interesting to consider what she might be like if she were a slave. She would be, at the very least, particularly at the mercy of men.
“You are a feast, Ina,” I said.  VAGABONDS OF GOR; 24; Page 290

“She was responsive!” he said.
“She had better have been,” I said. “Indeed, slave girls are trained to helpless responsiveness. They can juice, for example, in a matter of Ihn.”
“She responded!” he said.
“She is a slave,” I said. “She has strong and recurrent needs. Indeed, she is the prisoner, and victim, of such needs. Why should she not have utilized you to temporarily satisfy them?”  MAGICIANS OF GOR; 25; Page 434
 

Kudos to you, Mr. Norman for writing the Gorean series!
A rich, yet utterly simple saga; a world, a time, a people;
those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
Thank you!

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