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.I did not yet know what men were like, or what they could do to me.Idid not then know how they in their power could wrench out my insides andbring me to my knees before them.I had not learned their manhood; accordinglyPage 28ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlI had not yet learned my womanhood.Sexually, Iwas, like most girls of Earth, negativistic and inert.Only on Gor, in the presence of my captor, had I, at times, begun to suspectthat there was an incredible, glorious world of experience, not forbidden onthis planet, to which my nature as a female fully entitled me, could I butdare to be myself.But my fear was groundless.I needed not dare.I needed notdecide to become myself.Gorean men do not tolerate pretense and hypocrisy ina girl such as I was to be.Against my will, I would be forced to be what Iwas.Much did my captor's men jest with him on the deficiencies of his prize.Laughing, did he strike and kick at them.And the girl, taking his arm,smiling, kissing at him, pulled him away from me.They turned, the entire party, and went into the camp, leaving me outside.Istood aside, alone.Iwas furious.I had, in effect, been spurned, rejected.Nothing in myexperience had prepared me for this treatment.I felt the gravel of the canyonunder my feet, the sunlight reflected from the walls.My fists were clenched.Who did these barbarians think they were? I was the most beautiful girl in thejunior class at an elite girls' college on Earth, perhaps in the college as awhole.The only exception might perhaps have been the beautiful senior inanthropology, Elicia Nevins.We had been great rivals.But she had only beenan anthropology major, whereas I was an English major, and a poetess.But thenI recalled the beautiful, intelligent-seeming, hot-eyed slut in the brown rag.In a world where there might be such women, I realized, gasping, JudyThornton's beauty and even that of an Elicia Nevins would not be particularlyoutstanding.As I would later learn, the value placed on girls such as wewere, a Judy Thornton or an Elicia Nevins, girls of our quality, wouldcommonly be a tiny sack of copper corns, a few more, a few less.I went inside the brush wall, and knelt down.I wanted to be protected andfed.I would do what they wished to pay for my lodging.Behind me, the thornbrush, so thick and high, by means of hooked poles, was pulled into place,closing me in the camp with the men, and the girl.I had now been in the camp for two days.Angrily I tended the brazier, on myknees, fanning the coals.Sparks scattered about.My body was stung by them.Iused a squarish piece of stiff leather to fan the coals.From the brazier,protruding, was the handle of an iron.Many were the menial tasks which I was forced to perform in and about thecamp.I was not pleased.I had been forced to build fires and help cook the food.I had been forced tohelp serve the food, and to pour wine and paga for the men, as though I mightbe a servant.I had been forced to help put food away afterwards, and cleangoblets and utensils, and clear away the litter and debris of the feeding.Ihad been forced to sew rent garments, and once, not satisfied with a seam, Etahad had me rip out the thread and perform the entire task again, doing itwell.To my humiliation, too, I was taught to wash clothing on rocks, poundingand rinsing, on my knees, at the edge of the tiny stream which moved throughthe camp.Outside the camp I was set to picking berries and gathering armloadsof wood.Outside the camp I would be accompanied by one of my captor's men.OnEarth, I had enjoyed a rather elevated socioeconomic status.In my home we hadalways had, as long as I could remember, both a maid and a cook.From the ageof fifteen I had enjoyed giving them orders, as an equal, but not quite.I wasnot the sort of girl who was accustomed to perform menial tasks, or be ofservice to others.That was for women of a rather different class, one beneathmine.But here, in this camp, I was helping Eta to cook, and clean and sew,and performing even more degrading tasks, such as serving men at their meals.That might be all right for Eta.Idid not know her class.Judging by her garment it was low.But it was not allright for JudyPage 29ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlThornton.I was a brilliant girl, and I wrote poetry.Sometimes, when no menwere about, I would refuse to help Eta.She would then, not speaking, notprotesting, but sullenly, perform the task herself.When men were about, Iwould do what tasks she set me.I was afraid of the men.file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor.txt (21 of 227) [1/20/033:34:29 AM]file:///F|/rah/John%20Norman/Slave%20Girl%20Of%20Gor
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