Slave Girl of Gor Read Free

mark of the strap, the coarse fibers, would be imprinted on my breasts.
    I felt the point of his dagger beneath my chin. It hurt. It thrust up. I cried out, rising almost to my toes. I then stood straight before them. I stood straighter than I had ever stood in my life.
    The man then stepped back, and he, and the other, inspected me, completely, walking about me. They discussed me, candidly. I could not understand their speech. My chin was very high, as the point of the dagger had left it. I trembled. I heard the small movement of the chain in the collar loop. I wondered what could be the status of women on this world, on a world where there were such men.
    It took the men some minutes to complete their examination. They did not hurry.
    The two men now stood before me, one a bit behind the other, looking at me.
    I felt the collar, weighted by the chain, pull down against my collarbone; the chain hung between my breasts; I felt its heavy links on my body. I stood very still.
    "Please," I whispered, not moving my position.
    The bearded man approached me. Suddenly he struck me with his right hand, a swift, savage, open-handed slap. I was hurled stumbling, spinning, to the end of the chain, which caught me, cruelly, at the neck, jerking me to the ground. My lip and the side of my mouth were cut. My head seemed to explode. I tasted blood.
    The man barked a command. In panic and misery, in a movement of collar and chain, I fled again to my place and again stood before them, so straight, my chin again high, precisely as I had been before.
    I wondered what could be the status of women on this world, on a world where there were such men.
    He did not strike me again. I had placated him by my obedience.
    He spoke to me again. I looked into his eyes. For a moment our eyes met. I knelt.
    The other man thrust my body down on my heels, so that I knelt back on my heels. He took my hands and placed them on my thighs. I looked up at them.
    I am a brunet, with very dark brown hair. My eyes, too, are dark brown. I am lightly complexioned. I am some five feet five inches in height and weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds. I am thought to be not amply but excitingly figured.
    The men looked down upon me. At that time my hair was cut short. I felt the side of the point of the bearded man's spear under my chin, and I lifted my chin, so that my head was high.
    My name was Judy Thornton. I was an English major and poetess.
    I knelt before barbarians, nude and chained.
    I was terribly frightened.
    I knelt exactly as they had placed me, scarcely daring to breathe. I feared to move in the slightest. I did not wish to be again struck, or to irritate or offend them in the least. I did not know what they might do, these mighty and terrible men, so unpredictable, so uncompromising and primitive, so different from the men of Earth, if they were not completely and fully, and absolutely, pleased with me. I determined to give them no cause for anger. I determined that they would have my absolute obedience. Thus I knelt not moving before them. I felt the wind move the hair on the back of my neck.
    The men continued to regard me. This frightened me. I did not move at all. I remained, of course, as they had placed me. I looked straight ahead, not even daring to meet their eyes. I was terrified lest, inadvertently, I had done something to displease them. I moved no muscle. I knelt back on my heels, my back straight, my hands on my thighs, my chin up. My knees were pressed closely, defensively, together.
    The man said something. I could not understand.
    Then, with the butt of his spear, roughly, to my horror, he thrust apart my knees.
    I was Judy Thornton. I was an English major and poetess.
    I could not help but moan, the position was so elegant and helpless.
    I knelt before them in what I would later learn was the position of the Gorean pleasure slave.
    Satisfied then, the beasts turned from me. I did not move. They busied themselves in the vicinity of the