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Witness of Gor
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Author: John Norman
Tags: Fiction, General, Fantasy, Thrillers
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think they were? Men? Did they think they were men? That is, of course, "men" in a sense long since prohibited to, or abandoned by, the males with which I was familiar. And could they be really such men? And, if so, what consequences might that entail for one such as myself? How could one such as I, given what I was, possibly relate to such creatures. In what modalities, on what conditions, would it be possible to do so? I put my hands about my body, again. I was much more slender now. I could tell, even in the darkness. I had not been much fed.
    The doors, opening, were coming closer now. They were heavy doors, doubtless like that on my chamber. That could be told from the sound of their opening.
    Beneath my door now, visible in the crack between those heavy beams and the reinforcing iron band and the floor was a light. It was doubtless a dim light, but it seemed very bright to me, as I had been long in the darkness.
    I heard a door across the way and a little to the left opened. I heard an imperious voice.
    Again I recognized the language, but could not speak it.
    Then, a few moments later, I heard a key, large, and heavy, turning in the lock to my door.
    I put up my chained wrists, suddenly, frantically, wildly and, as I could, on one side and then the other, fixed my hair.
    As the door opened I covered myself as well as I could.
    I winced against the light, and could not face it. It was only a lantern held high in the threshold, but I was temporarily blinded. I looked away, my hands over my body.
    "Be absolutely silent," said a voice, a man's voice.
    I would not have dared to make a sound.
    "I see that you do not need to be instructed to kneel," he said.
    I trembled.
    "You already know what posture to assume in the presence of a male," he said. "Excellent.”
    I squirmed a little, being so before a man. I fought the sensations within me.
    He laughed.
    I blushed.
    "Put your head to the floor," he said.
    I obeyed, immediately. There were tears in my eyes, from the light, you understand.
    He entered the chamber.
    The lantern, now in the care of another fellow, remained mercifully by the door. It was easy to tell its position, as its light was clear, even through my closed eyelids.
    The fellow crouched down beside me. "Remain still," he said. "Do not look at me.”
    With the pain of the light I would not have wished to look at anything.
    He threw my hair forward. I felt a key thrust into the lock on my collar, and then, in a moment, for the first time in how long I knew not, that confining metal band, close-fitting, sturdy and inflexible, with its chain, attached to the ring on the wall, was no longer on my neck.
    I was no longer chained to the wall!
    I kept my head down, of course. I did not move. I did not look at him.
    I did not make a sound.
    I then felt his hand in my hair. I winced as he drew me up, forcibly, to all fours. He also, almost at the same time, keeping me on all fours, pushed my head down.
    I was then on all fours, with my head facing the floor. He did not do these things gently. I was handled, and positioned, as though I might be no more than an animal.
    "You will keep this position," he said, "until you receive permission to change it. Now, go to the corridor, where you will be appropriately placed, aligned and instructed.”
    I shuddered.
    "Keep your head down," he said. "Do not look at us.”
    I fell, so frightened I was, trying to comply, caught up in the chains.
    I lay there for an instant, in terror, unable to move, feeling so exposed to him. My whole back felt terribly vulnerable. I was afraid, even then, even knowing as little as I did at the time, that he might not be pleased, and that I might be struck, or kicked. But he saw fit, at that time, at least, to show me patience. I regained the position and, slowly, carefully, my limbs trembling, crawled from the chamber. One may hasten on all fours, so chained, but it is much easier, of course, to move in a measured manner, bit by bit. It is not
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