Witness of Gor

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    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, my head down to the grass, my palms on the grass.
    Who was he? What could he want? SIX "On your belly," had said a men.
    I complied.
    It is unthinkable on this world that such a command not be obeyed instantly, or, at least, that one such as I not obey it instantly.
    And so I lay on my belly, on the colorful tiles, in one of the sales rooms in the pens.
    Too, of course, one does not simply sprawl on one's belly. There are ways, diverse ways, of assuming this position. We are taught them. Other women, women unlike us, one supposes, do not know them. They, too, of course, can be taught. In this house, such a command, unqualified, requires that the head be turned to the left and the arms be placed down, beside the body, the palms up. A slightly different command requires the crossing of the wrists behind the back and the crossing of the ankles, as well. This is sometimes used when one is to be bound. If one receives permission to look up, or is commanded to do so, which is frightening, the hands are normally placed to the sides, at the shoulders, and one then lifts one's upper body. The belly itself, of course, remains in contact with the surface on which one lies, the grass, the dirt, the gravel, the deck, the floor, the tiles, whatever the surface may be.
    But there are numerous variations in such things, as there are in ways to kneel, ways to hurry, ways to serve, ways to crawl to the furs, and such. There are even ways in which the whip, if called for, is to be brought. In our training, as you might suppose, we learn many things.
    In time our training, extending even to the tiniest nuances of attitude, and to the smallest movements and gestures, is internalized, indeed, in such a way that we are no longer, or seldom, even aware of it, it having become, in effect, the way we are. There is a world of difference between us and certain other women, women unlike us, as you might suppose, but what is perhaps less obvious, and what might be pointed out, is that there are considerable differences amongst us, even those such as I, as well. Consider merely the matter of training. One of us who is trained will normally, other things being equal, be appraised more highly than one who is not, one who is superbly trained will normally, other things being equal, be appraised more highly than one who is merely well trained, and so on. I refer, of course, to appraisals in a practical, factual manner, having to do, for example, with what men will pay for us.
    "She bellies well," observed a man.
    "Has she been long in the pens?" inquired another. "Not long," said he who had first spoken.
    "Has she made progress?" asked a fellow.
    "She has made excellent progress," said another.
    "Can she understand what we are saying?" asked another.
    "Yes," said another.
    "She is quite intelligent then," asked one of the men. I did not recognize his voice. I did not think I knew him. I had not, of course, looked boldly about. Too, when one is on one's belly, with the head turned to the side, one is scarcely in a position to study the countenances about one.
    Too, even if one is standing, or working, or serving, one seldom meets the eyes of such men directly.
    "Considering her origin, and what she is, she is extremely intelligent," said a man.
    "Good," said the fellow who had spoken before, him I did not recognize.
    But, to be sure, he was with three or four others who, too, I did not know, or doubted that I knew. They were from outside the house. I was sure of that.
    "She is absolutely ignorant of the political situation?" asked the fellow I did not know.
    "Yes," said a man.
    "She is from the world, Earth," pointed out another.
    "There is such a place?" asked a man, one of those I did not know.
    "Yes," he was assured.
    "It is an excellent source of stock," said

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