Witness of Gor

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hair was about my shoulders. I was still trying to regain my breath, from the exertion of my performance. My breasts heaved.
    "Is she hot?" asked a man.
    "It is so certified, by the house," said one of the strangers. I gathered this information had been obtained from my papers.
    "We have had to warn the guards away from her," said one of the fellows from the house.
    I kept my eyes up, on the ceiling.
    "Already she has learned to beg," said a man.
    "She has been instructed to keep her hands within the bars of her kennel," said another.
    "In a few weeks," said one of the fellows from the house, "she will be utterly unable to help herself.”
    One of the fellows from the house walked over to me. "Put your knees down," he said.
    Immediately I complied. He then kicked one of my ankles to the side, so that I lay with my legs open.
    I kept my eyes on the ceiling.
    He who was apparently the leader of the strangers came and stood near me.
    I looked up, but then looked away, quickly. I dared not meet his eyes.
    He stepped away from me.
    I moaned, a little.
    "Are you interested?" asked the one who was first of those present, of the house.
    "We will take her," said the leader of those not from the house.
    SEVEN I did not break position.
    I had not received permission to do so.
    I continued to kneel before him, on the lavender grass, my head down to the grass, my palms upon it, as well.
    The position is a common one, of obeisance.
    I could hear some birds, among the trees. I could also hear, a few yards away, the fountain.
    I sensed that his eyes were upon me.
    I was in light silk. It was extremely brief, and was, for most practical purposes, diaphanous.
    Certainly it left little doubt as to my lineaments.
    I knelt before him, in an attitude suitable for one such as I before one such as he, a male, that of obeisance.
    I did not know who he might be, or what he might want.
    Too, had he seen me near the wall? "It is the rest period," he said.
    "Yes," I said.
    I had heard voices from within the house but I had thought them the voices of the one who was first amongst us and the assistants of that one. Some of us, in a place such as this, are usually subject to others of us. I was surprised, and frightened, when I had heard the voices, for it was unusual to hear such during the rest period. The rest period, I knew, was not over, or should not yet be over. If I had thought it even close to the time for the rest period to be over, I would not, of course, have been in the vicinity of the wall. That is, you see, not permitted.
    "Why are you not on your mat?" he asked. "I was not tired," I said.
    "You wanted to walk in the garden?" he asked. "Yes," I said.
    "It is the heat of the day," he said.
    "Yes," I said.
    "Why were you not in the shade?" he asked "I do not know," I said.
    "One such as you must be careful," he said.
    "Yes," I said. I did not fully understand him. I was frightened.
    "You should guard your complexion," he said.
    "Yes," I agreed, relieved.
    "It would not do to become sunburned, to become reddened, or blistered.”
    "No," I said.
    "Or worse," he said.
    "No," I said, trembling.
    How was it that he was here, a man, now? Who was he? "You might then be less pleasing," he said.
    "Yes," I said.
    "You are new in the garden," he said.
    "Yes," I said. How could he have known that? I was sure he was not of the staff. Certainly I did not recognize his voice.
    Could I be of interest to him? Other, of course, than in the way in which one of my kind might be found of interest by any man? "Position," he said.
    So said, so simply, I straightened my back, and knelt up, straight, but back on my heels, my knees widely spread, for this was in accord with my kind within a kind, the palms of my hands on my thighs. I kept my head bowed, however. This sort of thing, I had learned, tends to depend on the city, and the man. It is safest to keep it bowed, unless one knows that it is to be held otherwise.
    "You may lift your head," he said.
    No, I did not

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