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"No, please!" I cried.
Helpless I felt myself lifted higher and, on the system of ropes, carried out over the sunken enclosure, the floor of which was some seventy-five feet below me.
I could sense the animals below me, their large size, the fetid smell, almost overwhelming, swirling upward, their energetic stirring, their twisting in and about one another. I put my head back and could glimpse several of the furred bodies below. I saw their heads raised, their eyes blazing, their long, dark tongues, triangular, their distended jaws, the two rows of fangs. Then I felt the rope give a hitch and I was lowered a foot toward them.
The first of the beasts leaped upward toward me, falling short by several feet, falling back, scrambling, among the others.
I was then lowered some five to seven feet again. I wept with misery. I could feel the heavy collar now against the bottom of my chin, as it had slipped down. The metal attachment, which I took to be a ring, lay against my chin.
I was then lowered some ten more feet, then another ten feet.
The animals were now much more frenzied, save for some, here and there in the enclosure, in small groups, snarling and scratching, tearing apart meat already lowered into the pit.
The rope then again slipped, being lowered again.
"Please, stop!" I begged. I could see the woman with such white skin, she in the black leather, with the whip, at the height of the barrier. Behind her were the two brutes who had taken me from my cell. I had never seen such strength as theirs. I had been helpless in their hands. They had controlled me with utter ease.
I was now, squirming and crying, some forty feet above the floor of the pit below.
The rope lowered again.
I screamed with misery.
The animals, then, began to leap upward. I heard jaws snap not more than a yard or so below my head. I saw the raking of broad claws, exposed, curved and white, pass sweeping below me. I was certain they could, with a single, wicked blow, half tear my head from my body.
My screams mingled with the raging snarls and piercing hunger screams of the beasts.
The rope gave another hitch, and I was lowered another foot.
Then I was lowered another foot.
I cried out with misery.
Then I felt my body, suddenly, swung to the side and drawn upward. I was hoisted up, on the system of ropes, then, to the barrier, and over it. The two brutes who had taken me from my cell removed me from the hook. They then unbound my ankles. They then removed the rope from my belly, which had held the manacles close to the small of my back. Two men placed a large piece of meat on the hook from which I had been removed and, in a moment, on the system of ropes, had hoisted it over the barrier, out over the enclosure, and down to the animals. I heard them fighting, tearing at it. The large Oriental fellow pulled my hands, manacled behind my back, toward him. He then, with a key, removed them from me and replaced them in the snap strap at his belt. They had been his.
"Kneel," said the fair-skinned, leather-clad woman, my jailer.
I knelt, terrified. I could hear the animals tearing apart the meat below.
"Legs spread," she said.
I complied, shuddering.
"Do you know now you are a slave?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "yes!"
"Yes, what?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I don't know!"
" `Yes, Mistress,'" she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Say now," she said, " `I am a slave, Mistress.'"
"I am a slave, Mistress," I said.
"Say now," she said, " 'I am your slave, Mistress.'"
"I am your slave Mistress," I said.
"You may now put your head down and kiss my feet," she said.
I did so. I was terrified of her.
"Do you know on what world you now find yourself?" she asked.
I dared not answer her.
"It is called 'Gor'," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. I trembled. I almost fainted. There was truly a Gor.
"Look up, Slave," she said.
I looked up.
"And on Gor," she said, "you are a slave."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"On Gor," she said,
"No, please!" I cried.
Helpless I felt myself lifted higher and, on the system of ropes, carried out over the sunken enclosure, the floor of which was some seventy-five feet below me.
I could sense the animals below me, their large size, the fetid smell, almost overwhelming, swirling upward, their energetic stirring, their twisting in and about one another. I put my head back and could glimpse several of the furred bodies below. I saw their heads raised, their eyes blazing, their long, dark tongues, triangular, their distended jaws, the two rows of fangs. Then I felt the rope give a hitch and I was lowered a foot toward them.
The first of the beasts leaped upward toward me, falling short by several feet, falling back, scrambling, among the others.
I was then lowered some five to seven feet again. I wept with misery. I could feel the heavy collar now against the bottom of my chin, as it had slipped down. The metal attachment, which I took to be a ring, lay against my chin.
I was then lowered some ten more feet, then another ten feet.
The animals were now much more frenzied, save for some, here and there in the enclosure, in small groups, snarling and scratching, tearing apart meat already lowered into the pit.
The rope then again slipped, being lowered again.
"Please, stop!" I begged. I could see the woman with such white skin, she in the black leather, with the whip, at the height of the barrier. Behind her were the two brutes who had taken me from my cell. I had never seen such strength as theirs. I had been helpless in their hands. They had controlled me with utter ease.
I was now, squirming and crying, some forty feet above the floor of the pit below.
The rope lowered again.
I screamed with misery.
The animals, then, began to leap upward. I heard jaws snap not more than a yard or so below my head. I saw the raking of broad claws, exposed, curved and white, pass sweeping below me. I was certain they could, with a single, wicked blow, half tear my head from my body.
My screams mingled with the raging snarls and piercing hunger screams of the beasts.
The rope gave another hitch, and I was lowered another foot.
Then I was lowered another foot.
I cried out with misery.
Then I felt my body, suddenly, swung to the side and drawn upward. I was hoisted up, on the system of ropes, then, to the barrier, and over it. The two brutes who had taken me from my cell removed me from the hook. They then unbound my ankles. They then removed the rope from my belly, which had held the manacles close to the small of my back. Two men placed a large piece of meat on the hook from which I had been removed and, in a moment, on the system of ropes, had hoisted it over the barrier, out over the enclosure, and down to the animals. I heard them fighting, tearing at it. The large Oriental fellow pulled my hands, manacled behind my back, toward him. He then, with a key, removed them from me and replaced them in the snap strap at his belt. They had been his.
"Kneel," said the fair-skinned, leather-clad woman, my jailer.
I knelt, terrified. I could hear the animals tearing apart the meat below.
"Legs spread," she said.
I complied, shuddering.
"Do you know now you are a slave?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "yes!"
"Yes, what?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "I don't know!"
" `Yes, Mistress,'" she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Say now," she said, " `I am a slave, Mistress.'"
"I am a slave, Mistress," I said.
"Say now," she said, " 'I am your slave, Mistress.'"
"I am your slave Mistress," I said.
"You may now put your head down and kiss my feet," she said.
I did so. I was terrified of her.
"Do you know on what world you now find yourself?" she asked.
I dared not answer her.
"It is called 'Gor'," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said. I trembled. I almost fainted. There was truly a Gor.
"Look up, Slave," she said.
I looked up.
"And on Gor," she said, "you are a slave."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"On Gor," she said,
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