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Nadu
"Nadu!" he snapped.
She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide.
It was the position of the pleasure slave.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 77
"Nadu!" he cried, loosening the whip coils on her throat. She swiftly knelt, back on her heels, back straight, head high, hands on her thighs, knees wide.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 80
"Nadu!" said Tajima, sharply.
The girl struggled to nadu, kneeling back on her heels, her head up, her back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs. She did not make eye contact with any of the free men, but kept her gaze forward.
It is a beautiful position.
"Split your knees," said Tajima.
"No!" said Pertinax.
"Now!" said Tajima.
The girl spread her knees.
"Wider!" said Tajima. She was, after all, a collar-girl.
The former Miss Wentworth complied, quickly, docilely, with Tajima's command. She had learned obedience to men, slave obedience, in the stable, at the hands of the grooms.
"Please!" protested Pertinax.
"Stay as you are," cautioned Tajima.
The slave remained in the adjusted nadu, as directed. It was a common form of nadu, one almost invariably expected of a particular sort of slave, the pleasure slave.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Pages 382 - 383
"Nadu," whispered the taverner, and the girl went to position, back on heels, knees wide, back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs. She kept her head down. Commonly, in nadu, the head is up, the gaze straight ahead, that the beauty of her features be displayed, and that she be in a position to better detect the slightest nuances of her master, either in tone or expression, but neither the taverner nor the stranger exacted this small adjustment.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 10
Nestle
"Nestle," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 279
Obeisance
"Obeisance!" snapped the guardsman.
Instantly Ellen, and her sister slaves, went to first obeisance position, head down to the cement.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 234
When we appeared before her cage, she put her head down to the blanket, the palms of her hands on the floor of the cage, beside her head, It is a lovely gesture of obeisance, and required by many masters of their women.
Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 340
I pointed to the sand before me.
She immediately, frightened, dropped to her knees and again put her head down to the sand, the palms of her hands, too, on the sand.
Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 205
Position
"Position," said another of the men.
Ellen, the beast having released her hair, went to position, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, head up, hands on thighs.
"A pleasure slave," said one of the men.
"Obviously," said another.
Ellen wondered if she should have kept her knees closely together, before Mirus, but she had naturally, instantaneously, not even thinking about it, assumed the wide-kneed position.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Pages 415 - 416
"Position," said the auctioneer to Ellen.
And then Ellen, tears running down her cheeks, knelt appropriately before the men, as what she was, a Gorean pleasure slave, back on heels, back straight, head up, hands down on thighs, knees widely spread.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 491
Her discomfiture amused the human, Peisistratus. "She is kajira?" he inquired of Cabot.
"Yes," said Cabot.
"Why is she not in position?" inquired Peisistratus.
. . .
He removed the switch from his belt.
She regarded the implement disbelievingly.
"Kneel," said Peisistratus to the girl, "now, instantly! Back on your heels. Spread your knees!"
"My knees!" she cried.
"Yes," he said, "widely. More widely! Straighten your back, place your hands, palms down, on your thighs, lift your head, look straight ahead!"
"Never!" she cried.
And then the switch fell savagely upon her, twice.
She screamed in misery.
. . .
"Up, slut, position, position!" said Peisistratus.
Wildly, frantically, sobbing, tears streaming from her eyes, in pain, the brunette knelt before Peisistratus, in position, as required.
"Keep your hands on your thighs!" snapped Peisistratus, for she had dared to move to cover herself.
She complied instantly.
Cabot was pleased to note this alacrity.
Too, he was pleased to see her in position.
She looked well in position, in the position of a Gorean female slave, indeed, rather, in the position of a Gorean female slave of a particular sort, the Gorean female pleasure slave.
Kur of Gor Book 28 Pages 119 - 120
"Enough," I said. "Position."
She knelt then before me, as before, back on her heels, head up, back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 154
Suddenly one fellow said, sharply, "Position!" Instantly, reflexively, Iole and Alcinoë, frightened, knelt, back on their heels, knees spread, back straight, head up, looking ahead, neither to the left or right, the palms of their hands down, firmly, on their thighs.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 299
"Position!" I said.
"Master!" protested several.
"Need a command be repeated?" I asked.
With cries of misery, and sobs, the slaves, or most, went to position.
"Hold the lamp," I said to Alcinoë.
She took the lamp.
"Please, no," wept slave after slave.
I drew away blankets, which had not fallen about the slaves.
"Backs straight," I said. "Lift your heads. Peer straight ahead. Shake the hair behind your shoulders."
I looked about, from one slave to another.
It was pleasant to do so.
"Shoulders back," I said. "Suck in your belly. Palms of your hands down on your thighs, firmly. Feel them there."
"Please, Master," sobbed a girl. "We are high slaves!"
"Many of us were once of high caste!" said another.
"Split your knees," I said.
"Master!" wept a girl.
"Wider," I said.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Pages 337 - 338
She was before me, in position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight, her head up, looking ahead, the palms of her hands down on her thighs, her knees spread, this making clear the nature of her bondage.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 565
"Position," I said. She went to position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight her belly in, her shoulders back, her head up the palms of her hands down on her thighs. One does not break "position" without permission. Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 50
"Position," called a fellow himself descending from the ship splashing, and wading to shore. So, cold, wet, and shivering, miserable, we went to "position," kneeling back on our heels, our backs straight, our heads up looking ahead, our knees spread, as the slaves we were, the palms of our hands down on our thighs. "Ai!" I cried, in misery, lashed at the side of the neck by a switch. He had come up behind me, from having brought a small barrel to shore. "Are you not to be in position, your eyes forward?" he inquired. "Yes, Master!" I said. "Forgive me, Master!" I had twisted about, just a little from time to time, to watch the men. "Ha!" he said. "And you two, your eyes are now forward!" "Yes, Master!" they said. Then they cried out, "Forgive me, Master!" I heard their cries, to my right, as the switch struck twice. I was not the only one, it seemed, who had been curious. The side of my neck stung. I had been reminded that a lapse from position, however slight is not acceptable.
Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 91
"Position!" he snapped. Instantly, reflexively, I went to position, kneeling back on my heels, back straight, head up hands palm down on thighs, looking forward, not meeting his eyes, knees spread. Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 127
"Nadu!" he snapped.
She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide.
It was the position of the pleasure slave.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 77
"Nadu!" he cried, loosening the whip coils on her throat. She swiftly knelt, back on her heels, back straight, head high, hands on her thighs, knees wide.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 80
"Nadu!" said Tajima, sharply.
The girl struggled to nadu, kneeling back on her heels, her head up, her back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs. She did not make eye contact with any of the free men, but kept her gaze forward.
It is a beautiful position.
"Split your knees," said Tajima.
"No!" said Pertinax.
"Now!" said Tajima.
The girl spread her knees.
"Wider!" said Tajima. She was, after all, a collar-girl.
The former Miss Wentworth complied, quickly, docilely, with Tajima's command. She had learned obedience to men, slave obedience, in the stable, at the hands of the grooms.
"Please!" protested Pertinax.
"Stay as you are," cautioned Tajima.
The slave remained in the adjusted nadu, as directed. It was a common form of nadu, one almost invariably expected of a particular sort of slave, the pleasure slave.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Pages 382 - 383
"Nadu," whispered the taverner, and the girl went to position, back on heels, knees wide, back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs. She kept her head down. Commonly, in nadu, the head is up, the gaze straight ahead, that the beauty of her features be displayed, and that she be in a position to better detect the slightest nuances of her master, either in tone or expression, but neither the taverner nor the stranger exacted this small adjustment.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 10
Nestle
"Nestle," I told her.
"Yes, Master," she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 279
Obeisance
"Obeisance!" snapped the guardsman.
Instantly Ellen, and her sister slaves, went to first obeisance position, head down to the cement.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 234
When we appeared before her cage, she put her head down to the blanket, the palms of her hands on the floor of the cage, beside her head, It is a lovely gesture of obeisance, and required by many masters of their women.
Mercenaries of Gor Book 21 Page 340
I pointed to the sand before me.
She immediately, frightened, dropped to her knees and again put her head down to the sand, the palms of her hands, too, on the sand.
Vagabonds of Gor Book 24 Page 205
Position
"Position," said another of the men.
Ellen, the beast having released her hair, went to position, kneeling, knees wide, back straight, head up, hands on thighs.
"A pleasure slave," said one of the men.
"Obviously," said another.
Ellen wondered if she should have kept her knees closely together, before Mirus, but she had naturally, instantaneously, not even thinking about it, assumed the wide-kneed position.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Pages 415 - 416
"Position," said the auctioneer to Ellen.
And then Ellen, tears running down her cheeks, knelt appropriately before the men, as what she was, a Gorean pleasure slave, back on heels, back straight, head up, hands down on thighs, knees widely spread.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 491
Her discomfiture amused the human, Peisistratus. "She is kajira?" he inquired of Cabot.
"Yes," said Cabot.
"Why is she not in position?" inquired Peisistratus.
. . .
He removed the switch from his belt.
She regarded the implement disbelievingly.
"Kneel," said Peisistratus to the girl, "now, instantly! Back on your heels. Spread your knees!"
"My knees!" she cried.
"Yes," he said, "widely. More widely! Straighten your back, place your hands, palms down, on your thighs, lift your head, look straight ahead!"
"Never!" she cried.
And then the switch fell savagely upon her, twice.
She screamed in misery.
. . .
"Up, slut, position, position!" said Peisistratus.
Wildly, frantically, sobbing, tears streaming from her eyes, in pain, the brunette knelt before Peisistratus, in position, as required.
"Keep your hands on your thighs!" snapped Peisistratus, for she had dared to move to cover herself.
She complied instantly.
Cabot was pleased to note this alacrity.
Too, he was pleased to see her in position.
She looked well in position, in the position of a Gorean female slave, indeed, rather, in the position of a Gorean female slave of a particular sort, the Gorean female pleasure slave.
Kur of Gor Book 28 Pages 119 - 120
"Enough," I said. "Position."
She knelt then before me, as before, back on her heels, head up, back straight, the palms of her hands down on her thighs.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 154
Suddenly one fellow said, sharply, "Position!" Instantly, reflexively, Iole and Alcinoë, frightened, knelt, back on their heels, knees spread, back straight, head up, looking ahead, neither to the left or right, the palms of their hands down, firmly, on their thighs.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 299
"Position!" I said.
"Master!" protested several.
"Need a command be repeated?" I asked.
With cries of misery, and sobs, the slaves, or most, went to position.
"Hold the lamp," I said to Alcinoë.
She took the lamp.
"Please, no," wept slave after slave.
I drew away blankets, which had not fallen about the slaves.
"Backs straight," I said. "Lift your heads. Peer straight ahead. Shake the hair behind your shoulders."
I looked about, from one slave to another.
It was pleasant to do so.
"Shoulders back," I said. "Suck in your belly. Palms of your hands down on your thighs, firmly. Feel them there."
"Please, Master," sobbed a girl. "We are high slaves!"
"Many of us were once of high caste!" said another.
"Split your knees," I said.
"Master!" wept a girl.
"Wider," I said.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Pages 337 - 338
She was before me, in position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight, her head up, looking ahead, the palms of her hands down on her thighs, her knees spread, this making clear the nature of her bondage.
Mariners of Gor Book 30 Page 565
"Position," I said. She went to position, kneeling back on her heels, her back straight her belly in, her shoulders back, her head up the palms of her hands down on her thighs. One does not break "position" without permission. Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 50
"Position," called a fellow himself descending from the ship splashing, and wading to shore. So, cold, wet, and shivering, miserable, we went to "position," kneeling back on our heels, our backs straight, our heads up looking ahead, our knees spread, as the slaves we were, the palms of our hands down on our thighs. "Ai!" I cried, in misery, lashed at the side of the neck by a switch. He had come up behind me, from having brought a small barrel to shore. "Are you not to be in position, your eyes forward?" he inquired. "Yes, Master!" I said. "Forgive me, Master!" I had twisted about, just a little from time to time, to watch the men. "Ha!" he said. "And you two, your eyes are now forward!" "Yes, Master!" they said. Then they cried out, "Forgive me, Master!" I heard their cries, to my right, as the switch struck twice. I was not the only one, it seemed, who had been curious. The side of my neck stung. I had been reminded that a lapse from position, however slight is not acceptable.
Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 91
"Position!" he snapped. Instantly, reflexively, I went to position, kneeling back on my heels, back straight, head up hands palm down on thighs, looking forward, not meeting his eyes, knees spread. Smugglers of Gor Book 32 Page 127