Witness of Gor

by John Norman

  The monster, or whatever it might have been, entered the passage, the slave behind him. He paused at a panel set in the stone, unlocked it, opened it, and revealed several levers, one of which he moved. Lines of bars emerged from the walls about the pool and, diagonally, descended, fitting into sockets in the retaining wall. This sealed off the area of the pool. He moved a second lever, and I saw bars descend, closing our passage. From the sound I thought that other passages might have been sealed, as well. I could not see from where I was. As there were several levers it seemed possible that passages might be sealed off selectively, or, perhaps, as I thought might be the case now, at the same time. The panel box was perhaps a master control for the adjacent passages. If all the passages were sealed off, and the side bars engaged, as they were now, that would isolate the walkway. I could still see the walkway beyond the bars in the torchlight. Another lever was depressed. I did not, at the time, understand its function, but, in a moment or two, its effect had become clear. It must have opened some access between the pool and the walkway, for I heard a scratching and sniffing and then saw, to my horror, on the other side of the bars of the passage gate, reflected in the torchlight, the blazing eyes of one of the large rodentlike creatures. There were other bodies, too, behind it. I saw snouts pressed against the bars. These things then might, if one wished, be introduced into various passages, depending on the opening and shutting of the gates. I also learned, later, that access to nesting areas was similarly provided. This was, of course, but one area in the "pits," of many different sorts of areas, and, I might mention, neither the best nor the worst. They constitute almost a city beneath a city. I think regiments might lie concealed within them, and I have little doubt they could, passage by passage, be tenaciously defended. I would come to know certain portions of them very well, but in many portions I would not be permitted. I was, after all, a slave.

  "Precede us," said the pit master.

  "Yes, Master," I said.

  "Turn left here," he would say, "and right, there, and now left again," and so on.

  I was soon bewildered and lost, but, nude, head down and bound, I must precede them.

  "Harta!" said he. "Faster!"

  I hurried, even more, as I could.

  Mostly I could see little but the floor of the passage at my feet, and the shadows, my own before me, and his, a misshapen, gliding thing, half on the floor, half on the wall, to the right of mine.

  "Left here," he would say. "Right here!"

  "Yes, Master!" I would cry.

  I was aware, too, as we passed them, of gates here and there, some barred, beyond which I could see the darkness of a further corridor, and some of plain iron, secured with bolts and padlocks, leading perhaps, too, to further passages. Sometimes I trod not on stone but on perforated plate or grillwork. What, if anything, or of what depth, might lie beneath most such platings or grillwork I did not know. Beneath one such flooring, however, far below, I heard moving water. Beneath another I thought I heard, far off, a sort of roaring. I did not know the cause of the sound. It may have been that of wind or water, oddly magnified and distorted in the tunnels, or, perhaps, that of some beast or beasts.

  "Hold!" said the monster behind me, sharply.

  Instantly I stopped.

  I screamed!

  From either side of the passage, with a swift, loud, rattling sound, there had suddenly sprung forth a set of sharpened metal projections.

  The closest of these was only inches from me.

  I sank faintly to my knees, sick, unable to stand.

  "On your feet," I heard.

  I struggled to my feet. I could see the torchlight reflected on the points.

  "In the pits," said he, "there are numerous such devices. Some you will learn. Others you will be kept ignorant of, even within passages with which you will be familiar. Will they be set, or not? It will be in your interests to confine your movements to prescribed routes at specified times. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Master," I said.

  "It is well that you obeyed promptly," he said.

  "Yes, Master," I said. "Thank you, Master."

  We are, of course, trained to instant obedience. The value of such training, of course, is easy to see in matters as obvious as that recently noted. What may not be as immediately obvious is its similar value in avoiding what may be even greater dangers, such as displeasing the master. We are not first here, at least women such as I. It is the men, they, who are the masters.

  He went to the side of the wall, as I could see from the shadow, but I could not detect what he did. The points receded into the walls.

  "Precede us," he said.

  "Yes, Master," I said.

  "Harta! Harta!"

  "Yes, Master!" I wept.

  Sometimes, too, we crossed chasmlike gaps in the passages. We did this on narrow, metal bridges. These bridges were not such as the earlier "bridge," that which had led toward the surface of the turret, or tower, which had been little more than a flat rail. These bridges, while frightening, were considerably less harrowing. They must have ranged from twelve to eighteen inches in width. In the torchlight I picked my way carefully across them. I did not dally, for fear of the monster behind me. I feared him more than the bridge. The bridges were locked in place on pegs. For one possessing the means, they could be freed and drawn away, to one side or the other, or even plunged into the opening below. I did not know how deep these openings were. Given the narrowness of the bridges a single man, armed, could have defended them against several foes, for they could approach him only singly. The monster behind me, and the lovely slave with the torch, crossed them easily. I was from Earth, however, and was uneasy on such passages, as routine or secure they might have been for those of this world.

  I could not rid my mind of the sudden appearance of the rattling projections. Such devices, I supposed, might be common in places such as these. I had heard, too, of such things as blades and pits. Naturally then I was terrified that I must hurry ahead. Yet I reminded myself that I was not a free person, but only a domestic animal and thus, presumably, as long as I was docile, and obedient, and perfect in my service, and fully pleasing, I might hope to be spared. I do not here, incidentally, discuss the nature of slave traps, as they constitute a different object of discourse. Some of these are rather benign devices, with no object more in mind than to discommode a free woman until the hunters arrive and collect her. Others, with coiled wire, with springs and steel teeth, generally designed for the capture of escaped male slaves can be quite cruel. Smaller, lighter versions of such traps exist for escaped female slaves. Within some of these devices, surrounded by the wire and blades, one cannot move without cutting oneself to pieces. I had once, in training, been carefully entered into one, and then left there, standing, for more than an hour. It helped to impress upon me, as did a thousand other considerations, physical and social, the hopelessness of escape for a female slave.

  We crossed another such bridge.

  "Hold," said the pit master.

  Instantly I stopped, gasping, looking wildly about me. But he merely unlocked the bridge from its pegs behind us, drew it on our side of the opening, and locked it there, so that it could not be slid back, without being unlocked, from our side.

  A few yards ahead I saw what appeared to be the opening to a large, cavernlike room. It was, it seemed, illuminated by lamps. We paused at its entrance. Yes, the light within it was from lamps, two of them, set on wall brackets. The lovely brunet slave extinguished her torch, thrusting it into a vat of sand near the entrance. The room seemed primitive. The walls were of simple stone, like those of the passages. Within it, to one side, were some cupboards. Near its center was a roughly hewn table, with rude benches. There was a pitcher, and a trencher, and some clay vessels on the table. To one side there lay some boxes, and sacks. On the wall, near the boxes, there hung some ropes, some chains, and shackles. There were some switches there, too, and a whip. I could see, too, some rings here and there, on the walls, an
d on the floor. Two dangled from the ceiling. At one wall, chained in place, at our arrival they had been reclining or sitting, they were now kneeling in obeisance, were five women. There were some blankets by them. This it pleased me to see. To the left, in an oblique extension of the same wall, I could see several small, barred gates. These, it seemed, were kennels, carved into the rock. Behind the bars, two in chains, I could see three women. There was a brunette and two blondes. All were kneeling at the bars, heads down, in an attitude of obeisance. In these three cells, or kennels, the three occupied cells, or kennels, I was certain that I detected blankets. Again I was pleased. Further to the left, at the side wall there, rather back, and out of the way, some piled on others, were several small, stout slave cages. These were empty. They were, I conjectured, being stored here.

  "Kneel," said the pit master.

  I knelt and, my head down, saw my face not inches from a stout ring in the floor.

  "You may lift your heads," said the pit master to the women who were, I gathered, his charges.

  I then became aware that they might be kneeling upright, surveying me, appraising me, judging me, while I knelt before the ring, my head still fastened down.

  "This is a new girl," said the pit master, in that slurring voice, almost like a natural force, water or lava, issuing from some aperture.

  "May we speak, Master?" asked one of the women at the wall. She, like the others, was fastened to it by two chains, independently, one on her neck, one on her left ankle.

  "Yes," said he.

  "What is her name?" asked one.

  "What is your name?" inquired the pit master.

  "I do not know!" I said.

  "Is it on your collar?" asked he.

  He had not, it seemed, read the collar. He had, however, certainly carefully ascertained the piercing of my ears, which had apparently been of considerable interest to him, and he had, as I had lain helplessly bound before him on the walkway, with his large, rude boorish hands, or paws, if that is what they might better be termed, so heavy and hairy, and rather thoroughly, determined, traced and assessed my curves, "slave curves" as they are often called. But he had not, it seemed, read the collar. I supposed that my name was not all that important, or even if I had a name. After all, who cares what might be the name of a dog or horse? But, too, perhaps he could not read!

  "Yes," I said. "I think so!"

  "What is it?" he asked.

  "I do not know!" I said.

  "You were not told?"

  "No," I said.

  "You saw it?"

  "Yes," I said.

  "You cannot read?"

  "No," I said.

  "She is illiterate!" said one of the slaves.

  "How insulting that she should be put with us!" said another.

  "Beware," said the pit master.

  "Forgive me, Master," she said, quickly.

  "What was her caste?" asked one of the women.

  "She never had one," said the pit master. "She has always been casteless."

  "Ai!" said the woman, softly, in disbelief.

  "So unutterably low?" asked another woman.

  "Yes," said the pit master.

  "What was her Home Stone?" asked a woman.

  "She comes from a world without Home Stones," said the pit master.

  I sensed that this information was met with disbelief. It was not my fault if I came from a world without Home Stones, whatever they might be!

  "She is not from our world?" asked one of the women. It was one of those who were kenneled, the brunette. She was just within the bars, kneeling there. In her kennel, as in most, one, even a woman, cannot stand upright. I could see the shadows of the bars on her face and body. Her hands were on the bars of the kennel gate. I gathered that this was permitted.

  "No," said the pit master.

  "Master jests with his girls," said one of the women, reproachfully, one at the wall, in her chains.

  "No," he said.

  "I knew such a slave once," said one of the women at the wall. "She was sold in the same auction as I. She brought a high price."

  "They often do," said another woman, bitterly.

  "Some men like them," said another. "They look for them in the markets."

  "In some cities they are popular," said another.

  "It is only a matter of supply and demand," said another. "There are so few of them."

  "They are rare," said another. "But their numbers increase."

  "More must be being brought in," said another.

  "Yes," said another.

  "Who would want a barbarian girl?" asked one of the women.

  "There is obviously a market for them," said one of the others.

  "I understand that men are quite strict with them," said one of the women.

  "Yes," said another.

  I trembled.

  "What is that beneath her hair?" inquired one.

  The pit master gathered together my hair gently, and lifted it, and held it, bunched, behind my head. I could feel the stress on the hundreds of tiny hairs at the sides of my head, taut, drawn back, but he did not hurt me.

  "Yes!" said one of the women. "See! See!"

  "Her ears are pierced?" asked another.

  "Yes," said the pit master.

  "Not only a barbarian, but a pierced-ear girl!" exclaimed another.

  "Yes!" said another.

  "Do not keep such a slut with us!" cried one of the slaves.

  "No!" cried another.

  "No!" protested yet another, one from the kennels.

  "I think I shall summon the leather worker," said the pit master.

  "Master?" said one of the women, frightened.

  "That the ears of all of you may be pierced, that adornments may be hung from them."

  "No, Master!" cried more than one of the women.

  "Forgive us, Master!" cried others.

  They shrank back, those at the wall to the very rings to which they were chained, those in the kennels back in the kennels, well behind the bars.

  I remained at the ring. I had been put there.

  I was confident, though I may have been mistaken, of course, that the reaction to the threat of the pit master had not been one of unmitigated scandal and horror. I thought I detected something else which was involved. The feelings of the women, I gathered, were not unmixed. To be sure, I did not doubt but what on one level they feared and dreaded the very notion of the piercing of their ears but, too, on another level, a much deeper level, I think they were deeply fascinated, and deeply stirred, by the idea. I think they found it disturbingly exciting, and arousing. I sensed this, seeing how some knelt back trembling, quivering, against the wall, and others lifted their fingers to their ear lobes, as though, even now, they might feel adornments fixed there. Their feelings with respect to the piercing of their ears seemed to me, in short, profoundly ambivalent. Did they sense, tremblingly, how exciting they might seem to men if they were so adorned, how much this might increase the desire which they might provoke in masters? And were they not, all, slaves? Did they not want to be exciting, beautiful, and desirable? Did they dare to conceive of themselves, however, being that exciting, that beautiful, that desirable? Did they not understand the perils and terrors which might be consequent upon such a thing, upon being so fiercely coveted, so fiercely sought, so fiercely desired? Were they prepared, in their hearts, to be such, to have so much demanded of them? Did they dare to be such, the first to be summoned forth from captive herds, the first to be assessed, the first to be chained? Were they not such as to be the first to be thrown to the furs? Were they not such that the whips snapped most fiercely about them? How could they dare to be such? Would they not swoon in terror, understanding how men might view them? Did they truly dare to be such as to be fiercely thrust to the surface of the sales block, to hear the men screaming with need, vying to own them?

  "Prepare the new girl some gruel," said the pit master.

  "Yes, Master," said the brunette, she who had held the
torch.

  The monster crouched down, near me. He undid the rope which ran from my bound wrists to my collar and brought it forward, between my legs, in front of me. I whimpered as his hand touched the interior of my left thigh. I felt stirred. How needful is a slave! I kept my head down. I trembled. I muchly feared him. He then, the rope now before me, threaded it beneath the ring, again over my collar, once more under the ring, and then tied its circuit closed. It was now looped twice about the collar and ring. I could lift my head a little more, but not much. My collar, the double strand of rope taut, was about a foot from the ring. I then felt him undo my bound wrists. These he brought before me and bound them there, tightly, crossed, before my body. My heart began to sink. I could hear the brunet slave, to one side, pouring some meal into a dish or bowl.