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Boris Vallejo (b.1941) - Tarnsman of Gor

Oil on board. Painted in 1976.

17 x 18 inches, 43.2 x 45.7 cm. Estimate: US$4,000-6,000.

Sold Heritage Auctions, Dallas, 15 Oct 2019 for US$16,250 incl B.P.

This painting was used as the 1977 cover illustration of the reprint of the first volume of the Gor series by John Norman.

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Daddy's Little Slut: Training Day 1

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You awaken in darkness. Not pure darkness, there is light beyond this veil - a covering on your head? Yes. Thinking to yourself, that must be it, some kind of sack... you wince. It's your head. As you think your head pounds. You don't remember what happened. Were you drugged? Knocked out? It doesn't matter now. A large slam in the distance. A door perhaps? Your thoughts are confirmed by impending footsteps.

"Oh Good Morning Princess" The dark is suddenly given over to a piercing light as the covering is ripped from your head. You wince as your eyes adjust to the brightness. A figure in your vision, your captor? Abductor? You cannot tell his features, the light is too much. He is just a silhouette... for now. Your eyes start to water and as you go to clean them, a rattle denies your alleviation.

You tug again, harder this time, only to be met with a searing pain along your wrist.

"Tsk tsk. You're my plaything now, remember? We can't have you running away when we've barely begun!"

The figure draws near.

"Oh? Crying already are we?" The man lifts up a hand and removes the tear from your eye. "We haven't even begun to have fun. We will."

It is then that you feel a draft. A shiver crawls up your spine. Anxiety or Anticipation? Both? Cold. You realize you are naked, you have to strain to look down, your neck is beind held back. You're standing there, bolted to the wall, with a metallic cuff around your neck like someone's property. You test just how much movement you have and are met with a *Jingle and a Thunk.*

He begins to trace his finger down your chest. "Now now, save your energy for our playtime. You're going to need it." The tip of his finger gliding across your breast, up to your nipple. He turns and walks away.

What attitude will you take? Do you rebel? Fighting against my actions? Does Stockholm syndrome take you over and you give everything over to your captor? Or are you curious what's in store?

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