Dancer of Gor

To my terror I saw the man before me uncoil the whip. "I am a virgin," I whispered. "I am a virgin!" He made a sign and the chain was unwrapped from my ankles and the collar turned again on my neck. I was jerked backwards, half choked, but with the pressure substantially high on my neck, under the chin, doubtless by intent, anf then lay before them on the low-piled, coarse carpet, so muchly trodden by our library patrons.

"Split your legs," he said.

I did so, obediently.

In spite of my terror, I felt incredibly alive doing this, obeying him.

He crouched near me. He put the whip on the rug.

"You are a virgin?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said.

"Are you lying?" he asked?

"No!" I said.

"If you are lying," he said, "you will be whipped."

I looked at him, from my back. I could not begin to understand a man who was so strong. How absurd it seemed! Did he not know that women could do anything with impunity, that no matter what we did, even if it were to bring about the destruction of a man's manhood and the ruination of his life, we were never punished? And yet this man seemed ready to punish me for so little as a lie, or perhaps for something as insignificant as simply not being fully pleasing to him! What sort of man was this? It was almost as though he were not a man of earth!

I had not even wanted to move, him so within me! But now, choicelessly, I moved. He was mostly quiet within me. It was I, the slave, who must move! I twisted and writhed. I then became aware, to my horror, that I was being forced to arouse myself upon him.

I whimpered in protest

"Come, look," called a fellow. "She is getting hot!"

I sensed men crowding about the entryway.

"No!" I sobbed. I was a woman of Earth. I must remain frigid! I must not be "hot"! But then I realized I was no longer a woman of Earth. I was now only a Gorean slave.

"Please him," said Tupita.

"Yes, Mistress!" I sobbed. "Yes, Mistress!"

"Ai!" growled the brute who held me like chains.

"Dance, slut, dance!" said a man.

"You are a hot slave," said Sempronius to me.

"Oh, oh," I moaned, softly.

"Are you not pleased?" he asked.

"Yes, Master," I sobbed. "Thank you, Master."

I heard Tela, in a moment, begging to be freed of the bracelets, that she might hold Callisthenes. He released her from one of the bracelets. Callisthenes and Sempronius apparently held the keys to our bracelets! How gracious of the stranger!

I was frightened, for I sensed that my responses were beginning to become uncontrollable.

I reared up a little, and saw, to my relief, that the stranger was back with Mirus and Tupita.

I closed my eyes.

I lay back on the leaves, gasping, my head turning from side to side.

"I cannot stand it, Master!" I said. "I cannot stand it! Do not stop! Do not stop! Oh, please, Master, do not stop!"

I loved being a slave! I loved it!

I begged Sempronius to free my hands that I might hold him, clutching my softness to him.

He twisted me a bit to one side and removed one of the bracelets. I then clutched him, eagerly.

"Oh! Oh, oh, ohhhhh, ohhhh!" I said. "Ohhhhh."

"You yield well, slave," he said.