Witness of Gor by John Norman Page A

place, until, protesting, suffering, weeping I would slip back, only after a time, if it might again amuse them, sometimes with so little as a few deft touches, to be forced to begin again the same ascent. Considering such power held over us by men, it is perhaps clearer now why women such as I strive desperately to be pleasing. Not all instruments of torture are of iron not all implements of discipline are of leather. An analogue may be noted, of course, between such torture and the treatment often inflicted upon the males of my old world by women of my old world, in pursuit of their own purposes. But such matters need not concern us here. Rather they lie between the women of my old world and the men, or males, of that world. Here, as you might suppose, such techniques are not at the disposal of women such as I. The prerogatives of such torture, if it is to be inflicted, lie not in our hands but in those of men. We have been vanquished. I would not have it otherwise.
    I heard again the sounds of voices, from the house. The rest period must be over!
    I looked wildly, frantically, at he in whose arms I was captive.
    He looked down upon me.
    It was as though I was helpless, chained to the wall, at his mercy. It was as though I were on the ledge, bound hand and foot.
    He moved, slightly.
    And then suddenly there was a different helplessness, one which seemed for an instant to recognize, and then flee in terror before what could not be stopped.
    And then it was as though it stood to the side in awe.
    I clutched him!
    It was the yielding, and that of one of my kind!
    Again and again I wept and sobbed.
    No longer did I then, in those moments, care for the danger, or whether I cried Out, or if he cried out, or about the guards, or who might enter the garden! Nothing mattered, nothing was real but the feeling, the sensations, the moment!
    I only then became aware of the might of him, too, as though molten, charged and flooding, within me.
    I held to him.
    He looked down at me.
    My surrender, I gather, had been found satisfactory.
    I did not want him to let me go, but, too, I was terrified now. We were in the garden!
    I tried to pull back, a little bit.
    He pulled the wet silk from my mouth. He lifted it a little, to the side, and the folds fell out, and he dropped it to the grass, beside us.
    I was helpless, of course, pinioned. And then, again, he had both his arms about me.
    I could not now understand his expression, as he looked down upon me.
    "In the house, where you first trained," he said, "did those there speak as I do?”
    What had this to do with anything? Did he not understand the danger? I could not move. I was helpless in his arms.
    I wanted to flee, and yet, too, I wanted to remain there, held. He had had me, and now was interrogating me. What was his intent regarding me? How much at his mercy I was! Clearly his interest in me was more than a fancy of a moment, a whim in a garden. I was frightened. He had put me to his pleasure almost casually because I was there, a matter of convenience. But his primary interest in me, I was certain, went well beyond the gratification and entertainment, slyly stolen, he might derive from one of a garden's casually encountered, exquisitely figured, frightened, helplessly responsive flowers. I had been put to his pleasure almost as a matter of course. Now that he had done with me, he returned to his questions. Well then was I reminded of my own triviality and meaninglessness.
    How helpless we are!
    "They spoke the language," I said. Here when one spoke of "the language" it was well understood what language was meant. Of course, those where I was trained spoke "the language." They were not barbarians. It was I who was the barbarian.
    "No," he said. "I mean their accents.”
    "They spoke the language differently," I said.
    "Did you recognize their accents?" he asked.
    "No," I said.
    To be sure, I had heard such accents here and there, after having left the pens, and had heard them even,