Free Kajira of Gor by John Norman

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    your adjustments and accommodations. You will have become acclimated, so to
    speak. At most you may occasionally become aware that you are now experiencing a
    condition of splendid vitality and health.”
    “What are you telling me?” I asked, frightened.
    “This is not Earth,” be said. “This is another planet.”
    I regarded him, disbelievingly.
    “Does this seem to be Earth to you?” he asked.
    “No,” I whispered.
    “Does this seem to be a room of Earth to you?” he asked.
    “No,” I said.
    “You have been brought here by spaceship,” he said.
    I could not speak.
    “The technology involved is more sophisticated, more advanced, than that with
    which you are familiar,” be said.
    “But you speak English,” I -said. “She speaks Englishl”
    “I have learned some English,” he said. “She, however, speaks it natively.” He
    turned to the girl. He said something to her.
    “I have been given permission to speak,” she said. “I am from Cincinnati, Ohio,
    Mistress,” she said.
    “She was brought to this world more than two years ago,” he said.
    “My original name was Susan,” she said. “My last name does not matter. When I
    became a slave, of course, my name was gone. Animals do not have names, except
    as their masters might choose to name them. The name ‘Susan’ was again put upon
    me, but now, of course, I have it only as a slave name.”
    “Why was she brought here?” I asked.
    “For the usual reason for which an Earth female is brought here,” he said.
    “What is that?” I asked.
    “To be a slave,” he said.
    He then turned to the girl and said something. She nodded.
    He then turned again to me. “You may break position,” he said.
    I rolled to my stomach on the couch, clutching at it. I shuddered.
    I was not on Earth.
    “Why” have I been brought here?” I asked. “To be a slave, to be branded, to wear
    a collar, to serve some man as though he might be my master.”
    “He would be your master,” said the man, very evenly, very quietly, very
    menacingly.
    I nodded, frightened. It was true, of course. If I were a slave then he who was
    my master would indeed be my master, and totally. I could be owned as
    completely, and easily, as Susan, or any other woman.
    “But I think you will be pleased to learn what we have in store for you,” he
    said.
    “What?” I asked, turning to my side, pulling the robe down on my thighs.
    “In time,” he said, “I think things will become clearer to you.”
    “I see,” I said.
    “Do you have any other questions?” he asked.
    I half rose up on the couch, my left leg under me, my palms on the surface of
    the couch. “Am I still a virgin?” I asked.
    “Yes,” he said.
    This pleased me. I would not have wished to have lost my virginity while
    unconscious. A girl would at least like to be aware of it when it happens. Too,
    I was pleased because I thought that the possession of my virginity might make
    me somehow more valuable. Perhaps I could use it somehow to improve my position
    in this world. Perhaps I could somehow use it as a prize which I might award for
    gain, or as a bargaining device in some negotiation in which I might be
    involved. Then I looked into the eyes of Ligurious, fix minister of Corcyrus. I
    shuddered. I realized then that my virginity, on this world, was nothing, and
    that it might simply be taken from me, rudely and peremptorily, whenever men
    might please.
    Ligurious then turned and left the room. As he had left the room, though be had
    scarcely noticed her, Susan had knelt, with her head to the tiles. She now rose
    to her feet.
    “Earlier,” I said, “your master, when beside the couch, said something to you.
    What was it?”
    “it is his desire,” she said, “that you eat.”
    I quickly left the couch and went to the small table, on which the tray reposed.
    I did not wish to displease Ligurious.
    He was the sort of man who was to be obeyed, immediately and perfectly.
    I loosened my robe and sat