Gorean Commands and Positions

Veck

Stand  Also see:  Posture

I felt myself being rolled roughly on my back. "Veck, Kajira," said a voice, harshly. "Veck, Kajira." It was not a patient voice. I looked up, startled, frightened. I cried out with pain. A metal point jabbed into my body, at the juncture between my left hip and lower abdomen. The point lifted, and the shaft of the spear turned; he struck me on the right thigh, hard, with the butt of the spear. My hand went before my mouth; his foot, in a high, strapped sandal, heavy, almost an open boot, kicked my hand away. He was bearded. I lay between his legs. I looked up at him in terror.
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I felt the point of his dagger beneath my chin. It hurt. It thrust up. I cried out, rising almost to my toes. I then stood straight before them. I stood straighter than I had ever stood in my life.  SLAVE GIRL OF GOR; 11; Pages 12-13

“Remove you clothing, and stand,” said Marlenus.
The slave did so.
“You see?” asked Marlenus.
I studied her. The girl looked away. She was incredibly beautiful. Yet there did seem something subtly different about her, something which separated her softness, proud and vulnerable in the tent of her master, from the incomparable, delicious yielded softness, eager, tender, at times pleading, of a girl such as Cara.
Perhaps it was partly a stiffness in the shoulders. Perhaps it was something about the wrists. The backs of her hands faced us. The normal fall of a girl’s hands places her palms at her thighs.
“Place your palms on your thighs,” said Marlenus.
“Beast,” she hissed. She did so. She felt her brand.
I also noted a tenseness about her diaphragm, doubtless that which Marlenus had wished to indicate. It was tight, not vital and expectant.
“Turn about,” said Marlenus. She did so. I noted the exquisite curvatures of her.
“She is beautiful,” I said. Her fists were clenched.
“Yes,” said Marlenus. “But note how she stands.”
“I see,” I said.
It was indeed interesting. She stood very proudly, very angrily. Her head was high, her fists were clenched. Her weight was equally on the balls of her feet. I could see the hamstrings, the beautiful, resilient tendons behind her knees, now like tight, proud cords, holding her erect.
“Disregard,” said Marlenus, “the obvious things, her pride, her anger, the clenched fists.”
“Yes,” I said.
I tired to imagine how Cara might have stood, had she been in the place of Verna.
She would have turned quietly, obediently, gracefully. She would have known that she, a slave, was arousing free men, masters, and this would have excited her, and this excitement would have been revealed in her body.
She would not know what their next command would be. And this waiting, not facing us, would have been revealed beautifully in her body.
Commonly the slave girl, when not facing her master, if she is right handed, as are most girls, will have her weight on the ball of her left food. Her left leg will be slightly, subtly, flexed, and her right leg will be substantially flexed. Her head will be turned slightly to the right, as though she would look over her right shoulder. Her hamstrings will not be tight. They will be merely beautifully resilient, heady to turn her eagerly, at his command, to face him.
We observed Verna.  HUNTERS OF GOR; 8; Pages 151-152

She stood beautifully. She did not stand as might have Cara, or another girl, who had well known the touch of a man, but she did stand as though owned. The resistance was gone from her shoulders and diaphragm. Even the palms of her hands, naturally now fell at her thighs, her left palm over her brand. She had not been taught to stand in this fashion. The difference, subtle and interesting, had been accomplished in the enslavement of the afternoon. Now, naturally, unaware of it, she stood as a slave girl. She knew now she stood before the man who was her complete master, open to him, his slave. She stood as a slave, because she now knew herself as a slave, and this knowledge was reflected, inevitably, in her stance. It was natural that she now stand as a slave. She was a slave.  HUNTERS OF GOR; 8; Page 165
 

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those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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