"Witness of Gor"

John Norman

That, I supposed, was true. I did not believe, of course, that
the women of my world were cold. Certainly, at least, they did
not seem to be once they had come to this world. To be sure, there
were doubtless many reasons for this. On this world we found
ourselves in a true world, a bio-logically natural world,
a world in which nature was fulfilled, and celebrated,
not outlawed, denied, and denounced. Here a natural sexuality was acceptable. Indeed, it was required of us. Here, for example, we need not pretend to subscribe to the pathologies of identicalism, neuterism and personism. Here we found ourselves in the order of nature where, biologically, we belonged. And here, too, at last, after having lived for years in a sexual desert, unhappy, frustrated, deprived and starved, we find ourselves in a land of plenty.
How eagerly we eat'
How joyously we drink'
But, too, of course, we have
little choice in these matters.

Heat is here required of us. Just as total passion
and complete surrender were, In effect, forbidden to us
on our old world, here they are, quite precisely,
required of us. Do we have reservations, or scruples?
Are there lingering vestiges of the barbaric conditioning programs
to which we, even as innocent children, were subjected? Such reservations, such scruples, such vestiges, may be quickly removed with the lash, "They are all cold," insisted Dorna.
The fellow in the chair reached out and I watched his hand,
with apprehension. Then he placed it on my body.
I gasped, and drew back. I trembled. I closed my eyes. whimpered. I tried to hold myself still. He must remove his hand!
He must! He must!
"She would be hot in her chains," laughed a man. In another moment I felt I must thrust myself  against him, again and again,
desperately, kissing and whimpering. Then, mercifully,
he removed his hand from my body. I looked up at him and, my eyes wide, licked and kissed his hand. "They are all meaningless,
hot-bellied sluts!" said Dorna. "That is all they are good for,
rolling about, kicking, screaming, moaning, gasping, begging, in the furs" "They have many uses," said a fellow,"Yes," laughed another,
"Slave belly'" snapped Dorna. "I thought you said they were all cold," said a man.
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