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IRON BELTS QUOTES
Book 23 Renegades of Gor
Page 21
You were merely utilized by a casual passer-by.” I said. Such things, incidentally, are not that unusual with female slaves, particularly if they are put out, without an iron belt, in effect for the taking.
Book 21 Mercenaries of Gor
Pg 256
Her location was approximately what it had been when she had been following me, in the heeling position. "She," he said, "you could sleep in the street, chaining her by the neck to a ring, perhaps putting her in an iron belt, but that sort of thing will not do for free folks."
Book 5 Assassin of Gor
Page 206
To their consternation, before being permitted to leave the training room, Virginia and Phyllis, beneath their livery, had locked on their bodies, by Sura, the iron belt. The other two guards, who arrived carrying slave bracelets and slave leashes, the latter of light, gleaming chain, were Relius and Ho-Sorl. Virginia, seeing Relius, merely lowered her head; Phyllis, seeing Ho-Sorl, seemed beside herself with anger.
Page 261
"She wears the iron belt," said Sura. Relius nodded. "And I will hold the key," said Sura. "Of course," said Relius. Virginia did not raise her head. "This one does, too," said Ho-Sorl, a bit irritably. "Of course I wear the iron belt," said Phyllis, even more irritably. "What did you expect?" "I will hold the key to her belt as well," said Sura. "Let me hold the key," suggested Ho-Sorl, and Phyllis blanched. Sura laughed. "No," she said, "I will hold it."
Page 263
"I think I will tear the iron belt from her," commented Ho-Sorl.
Page 266
On both the left and the right side there lay a battered, senseless fellow. Phyllis, wild eyed, the clothing half torn from her, the iron belt revealed, was trembling by the iron bannister on the ramp, on her knees shuddering, her left wrist braceleted to the railing, breathing spasmodically.
Page 273
But, to her astonishment, coming up from behind, catching her by surprise, another male seized her about the waist and held her, while she screamed in mock fear. But in a moment it was determined, to the rage of all save the girl, that she wore an iron belt. "Kajuralia!" she laughed, wiggled free and sped away
Book 25 Magicians of Gor
Page 58-59
“Oh!” said a slave, slapped below the small of the back by a peasant. She is in the iron belt,” said the fellow, looking at me, grinning. The girl hurried on.
Page 131
She is not in the iron belt,” said Marcus. “That is a further insult to those of Ar,” I said, “that they would put unbelted flute girls among them.”
Pg 236
She is in the iron belt,” I said to Marcus. “Excellent!” he said. This, too, in its way, was a sign that manhood, or the suspicion of it, might be reasserting itself in the streets of Ar, that masters, or some of them at least, would no longer take for granted the safety of their girls in the streets. Naturally self-pride and health stimulates sexual vitality. Contrariwise, of course, as sexual vitality is stunted and crippled, so, too, will be masculine pride and health. One cannot poison a part of an animal without poisoning the whole animal.
Pg 384
I have mentioned earlier, many masters, not, no longer sent their slaves unescorted about the city, until they had fastened them in the iron belt. The slave tunic of the state slave was still sleeveless, however. That is common with slave garments.
Pg 483
I doubted this. It is natural enough for a male slave to have an eye for female slaves, and it is not unusual for a female slave to occasionally, say, find herself taken advantage of by such a fellow. To be sure, it is much more dangerous for a male slave to accost a female slave than for a free man to do so. Unauthorized uses of female slaves are almost always by free men. They have little, or nothing, to fear, for the girls are only slaves. The masters, if they are concerned about such things, may put the girls in the iron belt, particularly if they are sending them on late errands, or into disreputable neighborhoods.
Book 24 Vagabonds of Gor
Pg 444
Few girls desire to be sent shopping naked, through busy streets. To be sure, in such a case, they would probably be put in the iron belt.
Book 22 Dancer of Gor
Pg 70
We were all naked. It was easy to tell, however, which of us were virgins, for the virgins, like myself, wore the "iron belt." Its horizontal portion, like an iron oval, would close about my waist, and the vertical portion, like a "U", hinged in front to the horizontal portion, flattened, shaped and slotted at its center, would swing up between my legs and there it flattened, laterally slotted end, like a hasp, would be placed over the staple on the left side, already over this staple, and secured there, behind my back, with a heavy, dangling padlock. There was little danger I would be penetrated while wearing this device. The girl to my right did not wear it. She had already been "opened for the uses of men," as it is said here.
Pg 77-78
I did not lift my head. I moved as little in the iron belt. It was not as well fitted to me as it might have been. They just take belts they have at hand, and, finding one of the proper size, or approximately so, they put it on her. The "U-shaped" vertical bar on this belt was, at the center, hammered flat, shaped and slotted. It chafed the upper interior of my thighs a little. I had diffidently called this to the attention of a fitter some weeks ago, but, after he checked it, and had determined to his satisfaction that the matter was not serious enough to have warranted my complaint, he had simply cuffed me, and sent me, blood in my mouth, back to my lessons. I had not complained afterwards. That I was a virgin had undoubtedly been included by Teibar in my papers, or records. On the other hand, when I had begun my lessons, and given the apparent alacrity with which I took to them, they had, to make sure, removed the belt, and checked the matter. The report had been correct. The belt was then replaced on me. I had, for most practical purposes, worn it since, even sleeping in it, in my kennel. I gathered they did not entirely trust the discipline of the guards. To these men, and to men such as these, I gathered, I was attractive, perhaps even extremely so. This undoubtedly had something to do with the sexual tastes of such men, seeming to run more toward the normal, natural female that toward the current commercial paradigms of feminine beauty in my culture, but I think, too, I was pretty, really pretty, genuinely pretty, and very desirable to them, and very attractive to them, aside from such general considerations. Too, of course, these were extremely vigorous and virile men. Probably very few females, of any sort, would have been really safe in their vicinity. And you have become beautiful," he said to me, "and even more beautiful. "Kept my head down. In the flattened, shaped part of the metal under my belly, about a quarter of an inch from my body, there was a curved slot about three inches in length and three-eighths of an inch in width. The interior edges of this slot, heavy and iron, were serrated, jagged, like the teeth of a saw. The belt, accordingly, equipped with this device, and locked so closely upon me, so fixedly upon me, would be likely, I thought, to frustrate or discourage a male, unless, of course, he had its key, or a tool to remove it.
Pg 97
Too, more than once one of the guards at the house had angrily tested the security of the iron belt on me, and then, finding it secure, had thrust me from him, then taking another girl in hand, one not in such a belt, for the satisfaction of his fierce needs.
Pg 110-111
We seemed to be swinging to my left. I heard some metal apparatus put down on wood, near me. I heard the men calling out to one another. I heard the creaking of wood. I then heard what sounded like a number of poles thrust through wood. "Kneel up," said a man. "Higher up, off you heels. Keep those pretty knees wide. Hold still." I felt then the encircling clasp of metal closed about my waist, and then, swinging up between my legs, another piece of metal. These things were fastened in place, the right side, and the lower portion, hasplike, over the staple on the left side of the apparatus. The whole was then secured behind my back with a padlock. Once again I wore an iron belt.
Pg 115-116
Clarissa had been very popular with the guards. We were all, or those of us who had been with her in the former house, somewhat jealous, I suppose, of her attractiveness to them. We probably all wished we could have been that desirable. She had even received candies. I thought, however, that perhaps if I had not been forced to wear the iron belt, I, too, might have been similarly popular. I, too, might have received a candy or two. I was sure that I, if I had set my mind to it, could have pleased a man, and myself, as well as she! To be sure, I reassured myself, quickly, assuaging a shred of the dignity of the frigid Earth female, still left in me at the time, I would have had no choice in the matter. I would have been whipped, or punished terribly, or perhaps even killed, if I had not. And, certainly, too, guards had been interested in me. More than once, they had investigated, and tested, and seemingly to their anger and disappointment, the obduracy and effectiveness of the metal device in which I had been fastened.
Pg 186
Too, it is not uncommon, as a discipline, to send a girl out naked on errands. In such a case she is often locked in an iron belt.
Pg 252-253
I felt a chain belt put about my waist and padlocked shut at my navel. At the back of the belt, attached to it, was a pair of light manacles of the sort suitable for females, which I would learn are called "slave bracelets." "Master?" I asked. I did not understand why I was being braceleted, now. "You will wear these at night," he said, "for three nights." "Yes, Master," I said. "You will not be put out on the floor again," he said, "for three days." "Thank you, Master," I said. I supposed that was what I should be saying. "That will give you a chance to heal, if you need it, and, too, it will give you a chance to gather your thoughts together and to reflect upon your experiences." "Yes, Master," I said, puzzled. "You will spend your time during the day," he said, "as before, in the kitchen." "Yes, Master," I said, apprehensively. "Do not be afraid," he said. "You will be in the iron belt." "Now?" I asked. I was now, after all, red silk. "Yes," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Too," he said, " in the iron belt, and braceleted at night, and working in the kitchen, you will have a chance to simmer." "To simmer, Master?" I asked. "Yes," he said.
I did not understand him. Then he picked me up, very gently, and carried me downstairs, to the basement, and my kennel. There, before my kennel, he put me in the iron belt. He then removed my hood. It seemed light there, even in the dimness of the basement. I saw that there was now a whole blanket, not just a part of one, in my kennel. "Thank you for the blanket, Master," I said. "Crawl into the kennel," he said. "And lie down." (pg. 210) I did so, and he covered me with the blanket, rather gently, I thought. "Good night , Doreen," he said. "Good night, Master," I said. He then closed and locked the kennel door. I watched him through the bars as he went across the room, and blew out the small tharlarion-oil lamp there. He then went upstairs. Again I wore an iron belt. I did not understand why until I had slept and, well before dawn, awakened in the darkness. I squirmed. Then I pulled at the bracelets, futilely. I realized then, suddenly, feeling helpless, I would have to wait three days for a man's touch.
Pg 315
May I speak, Master?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Am I to be put in the iron belt?" I asked. (pg. 269) "No," he said. Before, when at the tubs, kneeling there, working beside Ina, our arms immersed to the elbows in the hot water and suds, I had been protected by my virginity. Now, however, I would be as exposed and helpless there as Ina. I made my way down the long rug, toward the door. I was under no delusion now that I might be in the favor of my master. I was under no delusion now that there might be something special about me, that I might even be a preferred slave or a high slave. I knew now, and knew it well, that I was only another girl, no different from any other in the house.
Pg 350-353
I would tie the bondage knot in my hair for you," I said. "Are you soliciting the touch of a man who is not your master?" he asked. "Oh, no Master!" I said, quickly. He smiled. "Do you scorn me for my helplessness?" I asked. "No," he said. "You are kind to a slave," I whispered. "In any event," he said, "you wear the iron belt." "Master," I said, quickly, quietly. "It is for such a reason that I have knelt before you. My master, in his anger, and in his preoccupation with his business, when he put the belt on me, neglected to remove the key for the lock. It is still there. I have felt it from behind my back." "Oh?" he said, interested. "Yes!" I whispered. "He must, indeed, have been preoccupied," he said. "He was angry, too," I said. "He stripped me, put the belt on me and sent me on an errand, from the house. I do not think he was much paying attention to what he was doing." This seemed to me the weakest part of the story, that a Gorean master might neglect to remove a key from a lock. Such things are commonly done by habit, if nothing else. I did have an errand capsule, a capped, narrow leather cylinder, such as may be used for carrying notes, messages, and such, on a string about my neck, the string over my collar. "The belt then could be easily removed from you," said the fellow, "and later replaced." "Yes," I said.
I could see that he was interested in me. I had been found desirable, apparently extremely so. To be sure, a key could be left in a lock. Such things could happen. Should a fellow question such luck? " I do not own you," he said. "Do so," I said, "for an Ahn." "There is no place," he said. "Take me into the alleyway," I said. "Spill garbage, or refuse, upon the stones, for I am a slave and am worth less than even it, and have no value lest it be to serve a master, and put me upon it. Make that my bed." "My cloak, doubled, will do," he smiled. "Enfold me then within it," I said, "as though within your arms, that I may then within its enclosing warmth, as though (pg. 300) within the confines of a cell, tender my woman's submission to your maleness." I then, slowly, gracefully, kneeling before him, looking up at him, tied the bondage know in my hair, it then hanging beside my right cheek. "Precede me into the alley," he said, kindly. I rose, gracefully, and did so. I would rather he had not been so concerned for me. I remembered he knife of my master's man, the point entered ever so slightly into my belly, the edge of the knife turned in such a way that I knew it could open me like a larma. He spread the cloak, doubled, on the stones of the alleyway. I knelt upon it, and put my hands, clasped, behind the back of my head. I hoped that my master's men had gone elsewhere. He reached about me, as I pressed myself against him, troubled, and I felt him turn the key in the lock. In a moment, the belt was laid aside. "You are open," he announced."Yes, Master," I said. "You are very beautiful," he said. Thank you, Master," I said. "Is anything wrong?" he asked. "No, Master," I said.
Do we have much time?" he asked. "I do not know, Master," I said. "How long is your errand?" he asked. "I do not know, Master," I said. "What is its nature?" he asked. "I do not know," I said. "It is doubtless written on a paper, inside the errand capsule," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "To whom were you to report, for the conduct of the errand?" he asked. "Who was to read the message?" "He who was designated by my master's men," I said. "Do you know his name?" he asked. "No," I said. "But you do know to whom you were supposed to deliver it?" he asked. "Yes, Master," I said. "When do you expect to deliver it?" he asked. "I have already done so," I said. "You are returning from your errand?" he said. "I am in the midst of it, Maser," I said.
"I do not understand," he said. "The message is for you," I said. He looked at me, puzzled. He then uncapped the errand capsule, and took out the bit of rolled paper. He unrolled it, and read it. He leaped to his feet, turning, but already they were upon him. They pummeled him savagely. Then he lay crumpled at their feet. "Forgive me, Master," I said. "Get the belt back on," said one of my master's men. "Yes, Master," I said. The key was again left in the lock. The paper which had been extracted from the errand capsule was then re rolled, and thrust in the capsule, and the capsule again capped. The message read, I have been told, "You have been captured."
Pg 363
"Besides," said the first of master's men, "as you can see, her pretty, little body is snugly enclosed in the iron belt." "So it might seem," said the fellow before whom I knelt. They then, to my relief, seemingly continued on their way, albeit slowly, one drawing the cart, the other pushing it. Perhaps the cart was heavy. "I must go now, Master," I said. I wished to leap up, and be on my way. "Have I given you permission to rise?" he asked. "No, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master." I could see, behind him, that the two men of my master had stopped, apparently adjusting the tarpaulin in the cart. "The key has been left in the belt," he said. "Did you know that?" he had had no difficulty in making this determination, as I had knelt before him, earlier, my head down to his feet. "Yes, Master," I said. (pg. 310) "That would seem very careless of your master," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Perhaps he does not pay as close attention to you as he might," speculated the fellow. "Perhaps, Master," I whispered. I looked beyond the man, to my master's men. The cart was now a few yards down the street. The first of my master's men was looking at me. The second was pretending to be inspecting the wheel of the cart. "Doubtless Master has pressing concerns," I said. "He must doubtless soon be on his way." "No," said the fellow. "What is the matter with you?" "Nothing, Master," I said. "I think you are needful," he said.
I looked beyond the fellow. I saw the first of my master's men make the sign, the signal of designation. "Something is wrong," said the fellow before whom I knelt, "I can tell." "No, Master," I whispered. The first of my master's men then, unpleasantly, severely, impatiently. Abruptly, as though he could not understand my dalliance, made an angry gesture across his lower belly. I put my head down, in my hands. I sobbed. "You are in need," said the fellow before whom I knelt. I lifted my head. I lowered my hands from before my face. "My master," I said, "is much preoccupied with his business, and neglects me."
Book 19 Kajira of Gor
Page 96- 97
She wore not only her collar. She also wore an iron belt is belt consisted of two major pieces; one was a rounded, ed, curved bar like waistband, flattened at the ends; one of this band, that on the right, standing behind the man and looking forward, had a heavy semicircular ring, staple, welded onto it; the other flattened end of the waistband, looking forward, had a slot in it which fitted over the ple; the other major portion of this belt consisted of a curved band of flat, shaped iron; one end of this flat bands curved about, and closed about, the bar like waistband in front; this produces a hinge; the flat, U-shaped strap of iron swings on this hinge; on the other end of this flat band iron is a slot; it fits over the same staple as the slot in the flattened end of the left side of the bar like waistband. The belt is then put on the woman in this fashion. The waistband closed about her, the left side, its slot penetrated by the iple, over the right side; the flat U-shaped band of iron, contoured to female intimacies, is then swung up on its hinge, between her thighs, where the slot on its end is penetrated by staple, this keeping the parts of the belt in place. The whole apparatus is then locked on her, the tongue of a thrust through the staple, the lock then snapped shut. I almost fainted when I first saw this thing. She actually wore It. It was on her! It was locked on her! The insolent mastery It bespoke made me almost giddy, the very thought that a woman might be subjected to such domination. She did not even control her own intimacies. They were controlled by him who owned her, and them. “You seem interested in the iron belt,” had said Drusus Rencius. “No,” I had said. “No!” “There are many varieties of such belts,” said Drusus. “You see a rather plain one. the placement of the padlock, at the small of her back. regard that arrangement as more aesthetic; others prefer for the lock to be in front, where it may dangle before her, constantly reminding her of its presence. I personally prefer the lock in the back. Its placement there, on the whole, makes a woman feel more helpless. Too, of course, its placement there makes it almost impossible for her to pick.” “I see,” I had said. How irritated I had been then with Drusus. He had discussed the thing as though it might have been a mere, inconsequential piece of functional hardware. Could be, not see what it really was, what it meant, what it must teach the girl, how it must make her feel?
Pg 112
But whatever might be the truth about such matters, or the optimum ways of viewing them, female slavery, on Gor, was a fact. There were, as I had long ago learned, slaves here. I looked out, over the city. In the city, within these very walls, there were women, perhaps not much different from myself, in collars, who were literally held in categorical, uncompromised bondage. I had seen several of them, in their distinctive garb, in their collars. I had even seen one who, naked and in her collar, had been locked in an iron belt. Such women were owned, literally owned, with all that that might mean.
Book 14 Fighting Slave of Gor
Pg 205-206
But these passers-by, and others, did not order us apart. We were slaves. Such scenes are not unknown on Gorean streets. They would attract little more attention than would the writhings of pet sleen. It is for such reasons that slave girls are sometimes sent from their houses locked in the iron belt. To be sure the slave girl is more likely to be attacked by young ruffians than male slaves, who are often closely supervisor.
The Beasts of Gor
Pg 97
. One surrenders the disk to her and she places the meal before you. The girl wears a leather apron and an iron belt. If one wants her one must pay more.
Book 23 Renegades of Gor
Page 21
You were merely utilized by a casual passer-by.” I said. Such things, incidentally, are not that unusual with female slaves, particularly if they are put out, without an iron belt, in effect for the taking.
Book 21 Mercenaries of Gor
Pg 256
Her location was approximately what it had been when she had been following me, in the heeling position. "She," he said, "you could sleep in the street, chaining her by the neck to a ring, perhaps putting her in an iron belt, but that sort of thing will not do for free folks."
Book 5 Assassin of Gor
Page 206
To their consternation, before being permitted to leave the training room, Virginia and Phyllis, beneath their livery, had locked on their bodies, by Sura, the iron belt. The other two guards, who arrived carrying slave bracelets and slave leashes, the latter of light, gleaming chain, were Relius and Ho-Sorl. Virginia, seeing Relius, merely lowered her head; Phyllis, seeing Ho-Sorl, seemed beside herself with anger.
Page 261
"She wears the iron belt," said Sura. Relius nodded. "And I will hold the key," said Sura. "Of course," said Relius. Virginia did not raise her head. "This one does, too," said Ho-Sorl, a bit irritably. "Of course I wear the iron belt," said Phyllis, even more irritably. "What did you expect?" "I will hold the key to her belt as well," said Sura. "Let me hold the key," suggested Ho-Sorl, and Phyllis blanched. Sura laughed. "No," she said, "I will hold it."
Page 263
"I think I will tear the iron belt from her," commented Ho-Sorl.
Page 266
On both the left and the right side there lay a battered, senseless fellow. Phyllis, wild eyed, the clothing half torn from her, the iron belt revealed, was trembling by the iron bannister on the ramp, on her knees shuddering, her left wrist braceleted to the railing, breathing spasmodically.
Page 273
But, to her astonishment, coming up from behind, catching her by surprise, another male seized her about the waist and held her, while she screamed in mock fear. But in a moment it was determined, to the rage of all save the girl, that she wore an iron belt. "Kajuralia!" she laughed, wiggled free and sped away
Book 25 Magicians of Gor
Page 58-59
“Oh!” said a slave, slapped below the small of the back by a peasant. She is in the iron belt,” said the fellow, looking at me, grinning. The girl hurried on.
Page 131
She is not in the iron belt,” said Marcus. “That is a further insult to those of Ar,” I said, “that they would put unbelted flute girls among them.”
Pg 236
She is in the iron belt,” I said to Marcus. “Excellent!” he said. This, too, in its way, was a sign that manhood, or the suspicion of it, might be reasserting itself in the streets of Ar, that masters, or some of them at least, would no longer take for granted the safety of their girls in the streets. Naturally self-pride and health stimulates sexual vitality. Contrariwise, of course, as sexual vitality is stunted and crippled, so, too, will be masculine pride and health. One cannot poison a part of an animal without poisoning the whole animal.
Pg 384
I have mentioned earlier, many masters, not, no longer sent their slaves unescorted about the city, until they had fastened them in the iron belt. The slave tunic of the state slave was still sleeveless, however. That is common with slave garments.
Pg 483
I doubted this. It is natural enough for a male slave to have an eye for female slaves, and it is not unusual for a female slave to occasionally, say, find herself taken advantage of by such a fellow. To be sure, it is much more dangerous for a male slave to accost a female slave than for a free man to do so. Unauthorized uses of female slaves are almost always by free men. They have little, or nothing, to fear, for the girls are only slaves. The masters, if they are concerned about such things, may put the girls in the iron belt, particularly if they are sending them on late errands, or into disreputable neighborhoods.
Book 24 Vagabonds of Gor
Pg 444
Few girls desire to be sent shopping naked, through busy streets. To be sure, in such a case, they would probably be put in the iron belt.
Book 22 Dancer of Gor
Pg 70
We were all naked. It was easy to tell, however, which of us were virgins, for the virgins, like myself, wore the "iron belt." Its horizontal portion, like an iron oval, would close about my waist, and the vertical portion, like a "U", hinged in front to the horizontal portion, flattened, shaped and slotted at its center, would swing up between my legs and there it flattened, laterally slotted end, like a hasp, would be placed over the staple on the left side, already over this staple, and secured there, behind my back, with a heavy, dangling padlock. There was little danger I would be penetrated while wearing this device. The girl to my right did not wear it. She had already been "opened for the uses of men," as it is said here.
Pg 77-78
I did not lift my head. I moved as little in the iron belt. It was not as well fitted to me as it might have been. They just take belts they have at hand, and, finding one of the proper size, or approximately so, they put it on her. The "U-shaped" vertical bar on this belt was, at the center, hammered flat, shaped and slotted. It chafed the upper interior of my thighs a little. I had diffidently called this to the attention of a fitter some weeks ago, but, after he checked it, and had determined to his satisfaction that the matter was not serious enough to have warranted my complaint, he had simply cuffed me, and sent me, blood in my mouth, back to my lessons. I had not complained afterwards. That I was a virgin had undoubtedly been included by Teibar in my papers, or records. On the other hand, when I had begun my lessons, and given the apparent alacrity with which I took to them, they had, to make sure, removed the belt, and checked the matter. The report had been correct. The belt was then replaced on me. I had, for most practical purposes, worn it since, even sleeping in it, in my kennel. I gathered they did not entirely trust the discipline of the guards. To these men, and to men such as these, I gathered, I was attractive, perhaps even extremely so. This undoubtedly had something to do with the sexual tastes of such men, seeming to run more toward the normal, natural female that toward the current commercial paradigms of feminine beauty in my culture, but I think, too, I was pretty, really pretty, genuinely pretty, and very desirable to them, and very attractive to them, aside from such general considerations. Too, of course, these were extremely vigorous and virile men. Probably very few females, of any sort, would have been really safe in their vicinity. And you have become beautiful," he said to me, "and even more beautiful. "Kept my head down. In the flattened, shaped part of the metal under my belly, about a quarter of an inch from my body, there was a curved slot about three inches in length and three-eighths of an inch in width. The interior edges of this slot, heavy and iron, were serrated, jagged, like the teeth of a saw. The belt, accordingly, equipped with this device, and locked so closely upon me, so fixedly upon me, would be likely, I thought, to frustrate or discourage a male, unless, of course, he had its key, or a tool to remove it.
Pg 97
Too, more than once one of the guards at the house had angrily tested the security of the iron belt on me, and then, finding it secure, had thrust me from him, then taking another girl in hand, one not in such a belt, for the satisfaction of his fierce needs.
Pg 110-111
We seemed to be swinging to my left. I heard some metal apparatus put down on wood, near me. I heard the men calling out to one another. I heard the creaking of wood. I then heard what sounded like a number of poles thrust through wood. "Kneel up," said a man. "Higher up, off you heels. Keep those pretty knees wide. Hold still." I felt then the encircling clasp of metal closed about my waist, and then, swinging up between my legs, another piece of metal. These things were fastened in place, the right side, and the lower portion, hasplike, over the staple on the left side of the apparatus. The whole was then secured behind my back with a padlock. Once again I wore an iron belt.
Pg 115-116
Clarissa had been very popular with the guards. We were all, or those of us who had been with her in the former house, somewhat jealous, I suppose, of her attractiveness to them. We probably all wished we could have been that desirable. She had even received candies. I thought, however, that perhaps if I had not been forced to wear the iron belt, I, too, might have been similarly popular. I, too, might have received a candy or two. I was sure that I, if I had set my mind to it, could have pleased a man, and myself, as well as she! To be sure, I reassured myself, quickly, assuaging a shred of the dignity of the frigid Earth female, still left in me at the time, I would have had no choice in the matter. I would have been whipped, or punished terribly, or perhaps even killed, if I had not. And, certainly, too, guards had been interested in me. More than once, they had investigated, and tested, and seemingly to their anger and disappointment, the obduracy and effectiveness of the metal device in which I had been fastened.
Pg 186
Too, it is not uncommon, as a discipline, to send a girl out naked on errands. In such a case she is often locked in an iron belt.
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I felt a chain belt put about my waist and padlocked shut at my navel. At the back of the belt, attached to it, was a pair of light manacles of the sort suitable for females, which I would learn are called "slave bracelets." "Master?" I asked. I did not understand why I was being braceleted, now. "You will wear these at night," he said, "for three nights." "Yes, Master," I said. "You will not be put out on the floor again," he said, "for three days." "Thank you, Master," I said. I supposed that was what I should be saying. "That will give you a chance to heal, if you need it, and, too, it will give you a chance to gather your thoughts together and to reflect upon your experiences." "Yes, Master," I said, puzzled. "You will spend your time during the day," he said, "as before, in the kitchen." "Yes, Master," I said, apprehensively. "Do not be afraid," he said. "You will be in the iron belt." "Now?" I asked. I was now, after all, red silk. "Yes," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Too," he said, " in the iron belt, and braceleted at night, and working in the kitchen, you will have a chance to simmer." "To simmer, Master?" I asked. "Yes," he said.
I did not understand him. Then he picked me up, very gently, and carried me downstairs, to the basement, and my kennel. There, before my kennel, he put me in the iron belt. He then removed my hood. It seemed light there, even in the dimness of the basement. I saw that there was now a whole blanket, not just a part of one, in my kennel. "Thank you for the blanket, Master," I said. "Crawl into the kennel," he said. "And lie down." (pg. 210) I did so, and he covered me with the blanket, rather gently, I thought. "Good night , Doreen," he said. "Good night, Master," I said. He then closed and locked the kennel door. I watched him through the bars as he went across the room, and blew out the small tharlarion-oil lamp there. He then went upstairs. Again I wore an iron belt. I did not understand why until I had slept and, well before dawn, awakened in the darkness. I squirmed. Then I pulled at the bracelets, futilely. I realized then, suddenly, feeling helpless, I would have to wait three days for a man's touch.
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May I speak, Master?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Am I to be put in the iron belt?" I asked. (pg. 269) "No," he said. Before, when at the tubs, kneeling there, working beside Ina, our arms immersed to the elbows in the hot water and suds, I had been protected by my virginity. Now, however, I would be as exposed and helpless there as Ina. I made my way down the long rug, toward the door. I was under no delusion now that I might be in the favor of my master. I was under no delusion now that there might be something special about me, that I might even be a preferred slave or a high slave. I knew now, and knew it well, that I was only another girl, no different from any other in the house.
Pg 350-353
I would tie the bondage knot in my hair for you," I said. "Are you soliciting the touch of a man who is not your master?" he asked. "Oh, no Master!" I said, quickly. He smiled. "Do you scorn me for my helplessness?" I asked. "No," he said. "You are kind to a slave," I whispered. "In any event," he said, "you wear the iron belt." "Master," I said, quickly, quietly. "It is for such a reason that I have knelt before you. My master, in his anger, and in his preoccupation with his business, when he put the belt on me, neglected to remove the key for the lock. It is still there. I have felt it from behind my back." "Oh?" he said, interested. "Yes!" I whispered. "He must, indeed, have been preoccupied," he said. "He was angry, too," I said. "He stripped me, put the belt on me and sent me on an errand, from the house. I do not think he was much paying attention to what he was doing." This seemed to me the weakest part of the story, that a Gorean master might neglect to remove a key from a lock. Such things are commonly done by habit, if nothing else. I did have an errand capsule, a capped, narrow leather cylinder, such as may be used for carrying notes, messages, and such, on a string about my neck, the string over my collar. "The belt then could be easily removed from you," said the fellow, "and later replaced." "Yes," I said.
I could see that he was interested in me. I had been found desirable, apparently extremely so. To be sure, a key could be left in a lock. Such things could happen. Should a fellow question such luck? " I do not own you," he said. "Do so," I said, "for an Ahn." "There is no place," he said. "Take me into the alleyway," I said. "Spill garbage, or refuse, upon the stones, for I am a slave and am worth less than even it, and have no value lest it be to serve a master, and put me upon it. Make that my bed." "My cloak, doubled, will do," he smiled. "Enfold me then within it," I said, "as though within your arms, that I may then within its enclosing warmth, as though (pg. 300) within the confines of a cell, tender my woman's submission to your maleness." I then, slowly, gracefully, kneeling before him, looking up at him, tied the bondage know in my hair, it then hanging beside my right cheek. "Precede me into the alley," he said, kindly. I rose, gracefully, and did so. I would rather he had not been so concerned for me. I remembered he knife of my master's man, the point entered ever so slightly into my belly, the edge of the knife turned in such a way that I knew it could open me like a larma. He spread the cloak, doubled, on the stones of the alleyway. I knelt upon it, and put my hands, clasped, behind the back of my head. I hoped that my master's men had gone elsewhere. He reached about me, as I pressed myself against him, troubled, and I felt him turn the key in the lock. In a moment, the belt was laid aside. "You are open," he announced."Yes, Master," I said. "You are very beautiful," he said. Thank you, Master," I said. "Is anything wrong?" he asked. "No, Master," I said.
Do we have much time?" he asked. "I do not know, Master," I said. "How long is your errand?" he asked. "I do not know, Master," I said. "What is its nature?" he asked. "I do not know," I said. "It is doubtless written on a paper, inside the errand capsule," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "To whom were you to report, for the conduct of the errand?" he asked. "Who was to read the message?" "He who was designated by my master's men," I said. "Do you know his name?" he asked. "No," I said. "But you do know to whom you were supposed to deliver it?" he asked. "Yes, Master," I said. "When do you expect to deliver it?" he asked. "I have already done so," I said. "You are returning from your errand?" he said. "I am in the midst of it, Maser," I said.
"I do not understand," he said. "The message is for you," I said. He looked at me, puzzled. He then uncapped the errand capsule, and took out the bit of rolled paper. He unrolled it, and read it. He leaped to his feet, turning, but already they were upon him. They pummeled him savagely. Then he lay crumpled at their feet. "Forgive me, Master," I said. "Get the belt back on," said one of my master's men. "Yes, Master," I said. The key was again left in the lock. The paper which had been extracted from the errand capsule was then re rolled, and thrust in the capsule, and the capsule again capped. The message read, I have been told, "You have been captured."
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"Besides," said the first of master's men, "as you can see, her pretty, little body is snugly enclosed in the iron belt." "So it might seem," said the fellow before whom I knelt. They then, to my relief, seemingly continued on their way, albeit slowly, one drawing the cart, the other pushing it. Perhaps the cart was heavy. "I must go now, Master," I said. I wished to leap up, and be on my way. "Have I given you permission to rise?" he asked. "No, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master." I could see, behind him, that the two men of my master had stopped, apparently adjusting the tarpaulin in the cart. "The key has been left in the belt," he said. "Did you know that?" he had had no difficulty in making this determination, as I had knelt before him, earlier, my head down to his feet. "Yes, Master," I said. (pg. 310) "That would seem very careless of your master," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Perhaps he does not pay as close attention to you as he might," speculated the fellow. "Perhaps, Master," I whispered. I looked beyond the man, to my master's men. The cart was now a few yards down the street. The first of my master's men was looking at me. The second was pretending to be inspecting the wheel of the cart. "Doubtless Master has pressing concerns," I said. "He must doubtless soon be on his way." "No," said the fellow. "What is the matter with you?" "Nothing, Master," I said. "I think you are needful," he said.
I looked beyond the fellow. I saw the first of my master's men make the sign, the signal of designation. "Something is wrong," said the fellow before whom I knelt, "I can tell." "No, Master," I whispered. The first of my master's men then, unpleasantly, severely, impatiently. Abruptly, as though he could not understand my dalliance, made an angry gesture across his lower belly. I put my head down, in my hands. I sobbed. "You are in need," said the fellow before whom I knelt. I lifted my head. I lowered my hands from before my face. "My master," I said, "is much preoccupied with his business, and neglects me."
Book 19 Kajira of Gor
Page 96- 97
She wore not only her collar. She also wore an iron belt is belt consisted of two major pieces; one was a rounded, ed, curved bar like waistband, flattened at the ends; one of this band, that on the right, standing behind the man and looking forward, had a heavy semicircular ring, staple, welded onto it; the other flattened end of the waistband, looking forward, had a slot in it which fitted over the ple; the other major portion of this belt consisted of a curved band of flat, shaped iron; one end of this flat bands curved about, and closed about, the bar like waistband in front; this produces a hinge; the flat, U-shaped strap of iron swings on this hinge; on the other end of this flat band iron is a slot; it fits over the same staple as the slot in the flattened end of the left side of the bar like waistband. The belt is then put on the woman in this fashion. The waistband closed about her, the left side, its slot penetrated by the iple, over the right side; the flat U-shaped band of iron, contoured to female intimacies, is then swung up on its hinge, between her thighs, where the slot on its end is penetrated by staple, this keeping the parts of the belt in place. The whole apparatus is then locked on her, the tongue of a thrust through the staple, the lock then snapped shut. I almost fainted when I first saw this thing. She actually wore It. It was on her! It was locked on her! The insolent mastery It bespoke made me almost giddy, the very thought that a woman might be subjected to such domination. She did not even control her own intimacies. They were controlled by him who owned her, and them. “You seem interested in the iron belt,” had said Drusus Rencius. “No,” I had said. “No!” “There are many varieties of such belts,” said Drusus. “You see a rather plain one. the placement of the padlock, at the small of her back. regard that arrangement as more aesthetic; others prefer for the lock to be in front, where it may dangle before her, constantly reminding her of its presence. I personally prefer the lock in the back. Its placement there, on the whole, makes a woman feel more helpless. Too, of course, its placement there makes it almost impossible for her to pick.” “I see,” I had said. How irritated I had been then with Drusus. He had discussed the thing as though it might have been a mere, inconsequential piece of functional hardware. Could be, not see what it really was, what it meant, what it must teach the girl, how it must make her feel?
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But whatever might be the truth about such matters, or the optimum ways of viewing them, female slavery, on Gor, was a fact. There were, as I had long ago learned, slaves here. I looked out, over the city. In the city, within these very walls, there were women, perhaps not much different from myself, in collars, who were literally held in categorical, uncompromised bondage. I had seen several of them, in their distinctive garb, in their collars. I had even seen one who, naked and in her collar, had been locked in an iron belt. Such women were owned, literally owned, with all that that might mean.
Book 14 Fighting Slave of Gor
Pg 205-206
But these passers-by, and others, did not order us apart. We were slaves. Such scenes are not unknown on Gorean streets. They would attract little more attention than would the writhings of pet sleen. It is for such reasons that slave girls are sometimes sent from their houses locked in the iron belt. To be sure the slave girl is more likely to be attacked by young ruffians than male slaves, who are often closely supervisor.
The Beasts of Gor
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. One surrenders the disk to her and she places the meal before you. The girl wears a leather apron and an iron belt. If one wants her one must pay more.