REVOLT ON GOR

By Rummah

Chapter 3: I Find Myself A Prisoner

Slowly the numbness of the drug ebbed and I found myself regaining consciousness. I tried to stand up, fell over, and finally managed a sitting position. After a few minutes the dizziness I felt in my head began to subside and I was better able to look at my surroundings. I was chained to a stone wall by way of a metal collar about my neck. Now that the drug had mostly been metabolized, I could better see what made my balance so difficult. The steel collar was padlocked to the chain, which was welded to a plate in the wall. Carefully I traced the chain back to the wall and found it to be quite firmly in place. I tugged a few times on the chain, but it wouldn’t budge the least little bit. Coughing, I sat down on the floor of my cell and looked at my surroundings. It appeared to be a small 12 by 12 cubicle made from rough-cut stone blocks. A small lamp was suspended from the ceiling, providing the only light by way of a burning wick. The far end was a metal gate and I lacked enough chain to reach it. The floor sloped to a drain on one end. Straw had been spread on the floor to take care of any waste

I was totally naked.

I hadn’t even been provided with a blanket and it was chilly. I hadn’t appeared to have been harmed and I really wasn’t concerned whether or not I had been raped. Whoever had gone to this much trouble to abduct me would likely enjoy his captive awake and aware of what was being done to her. Through the gate I could see a hallway. Across from me was another cell, but it appeared to be vacant. A duplicate lamp burned in the corridor. The entire place was deadly quiet, but I expected my captor would be making an appearance soon. I briefly thought about the UFO that had been on the field, but dismissed it as the product of a drug-induced hallucination. Dagger Head and his two boy toys had been real enough. If what I had over heard was correct I had been sold and wouldn’t be seeing him in this place. I had been saved for a paying customer.

Those with other aims, I thought and wrapped the lose chain about my fist. After about an hour I heard the first sounds in the hall. My captors had timed their visit perfectly with the final effects of the drug wearing off. I pulled myself as far as I could from the door and waited to see who was coming. The cell door was unlocked and three men entered the room. One wore the green colored robes I had seen before outside the UFO, another was dressed in blue and yellow, the third wore a plain brown tunic. All were clean-shaven and looked to be in their mid-thirties. All were in breath-taking physical condition; that of a good athlete. They closed the door behind them and walked up to the limit of my chain. Obviously they had been through this routine many times before. "By now you will be wondering where you are", the man in the blue and yellow spoke to me. "Let me assure you that there is no escape from your present situation." I glared at him and tried to figure out which was the leader of the group. Probably the one speaking to me.

"You are on the Planet Gor and have been brought here as a slave." "And you are one sick bastard", I snarled at him. I had heard of the Gor novels while in High School, having been a science fiction fan at one point. They were looked on as kind of a joke by most fans of the literature. Long out of print heroic fantasy books about a mythical planet on the other side of the sun where all the men where brave warriors, the women beautiful slaves, and the sheep nervous. Or something like that. Although I never had the impulse to actually read one, one of my friends rented one of the movie versions for laughs. We never made it to the end. No amount of wine could have improved a Conan rip-off where the special effects were cheap and the dubbing was horrendous. So this was the source of these sick fucks’ domination fetish. Well, well. Little did I know at the time that there was more to it than a leather freak fantasy.... "You will be taught everything a kajira, or female slave, needs to know. Then you will be sold to the first buyer." "Fuck you!" I yelled back.

With a speed I could not have thought possible, the brown tunic stepped forward and knocked me back against the wall with one blow. I had let my guard down and was paying for the mistake. Blood ran down my nose as I straightened myself and stood up. I made eye contact with the one who had hit me and assumed a fighting stance. The other two made a joke among themselves in a language I didn’t understand. "I don’t think I will have to worry about that", Blue-and-Yellow sneered. "But you, on the other hand will soon be getting plenty of experience in such areas." He nodded at the man who had struck me. I was again struck backwards but this time pinned to the wall as well. Before I could move my wrists were locked behind me in a set of cuffs and I was shoved out of the cell. I didn’t resist. It seemed the better policy to let them think I was a helpless female at the hands of much stronger men. I was pulled out of the cell and thrust down the corridor by the man in the brown tunic. "We are taking you to be examined," the man in the blue-and-Yellow explained. " I need to know just how healthy my latest investment is." "I suppose you have a name to go with that cartoon outfit?" I asked. Slap! Across the face, this time from the blue-and-yellow. "Curiosity is not a good thing for a slave to have", he intruded. "That was your first lesson." He regarded me again. "But since you do need to know who is who, I will tell you. I am called Grozney, and I am of the caste of Slavers." He indicateted the man in green. "This is Dr. Amvariee, he is the staff physician in my compound. The man having so much fun steering you is Klepates; he also works for my firm." "I haven’t decided on a name for you yet," he continued. "Usually I just give my new girls a number and let the buyer come up with one. But you are a little different from the usual collar meat we get in this place."

We emerged into a room filled with elaborate devices and modern-looking medical equipment. Two men in similar green robes to the doctor were cleaning a table while a beautiful blond woman was busy filing rolls of paper in a niche in the wall. I noted she wore a loose fitting white veil and had a collar about her throat. The room resembled a cross between a Roman villa and a 21st century hospital. It was as if a doctor from the days of Nero had been given future healing equipment. Klepates indicated a bench next to some electronic equipment and I sat down on it. He positioned himself nest to me and removed the manacles from my wrists. I rubbed my hands to get the blood circulating in them again while the physician began fooling with the electronics next to me. He made a few adjustments, looked at me, and made some notes on a wax tablet he carried with him. Muttering a few words in his strange language he regarded me again and touched a keypad on the device. He motioned tot he slaver and both walked over to the device and looked at it. I managed a glance at Klepates. The thug was looking bored. I wondered if he would much rather be over-powering some little dove than waiting for his employer to make a decision. I had seen the type before: angry young men who took their own frustrations out on anything weaker than themselves. I looked up to the where the green-robbed apprentices were standing. They were ignoring us, being preoccupied with some test that was being run. The woman in the collar had left the room. I also noted two other things: sunlight coming in the far door and a broom propped up against the wall next to me. It didn’t occur to me that all of this might be planned. All I knew was that I wanted to get the hell out of that chamber of horrors and quick.

I coughed and leaned forward to bring the broom handle into arm’s reach. Klepates turned to me and then resumed his bored expression, obviously unconcerned that I could present any threat. I casually reached out, grasped the broom, and smashed it into Klepates’ head with all the strength I could I could snap into it, letting out a high-pitched scream as I did so. As He went down I kicked him hard in the rib cage before shooting past the surprised green-robed men. I flew out the door where there was sunlight. I was in a corral of some sort. Directly in front of me stood a line of young, slender women, each attached to the next by a wrist chain with the chain being bolted to another plate in the wall. The enclosure was made of stone in the same fashion as the cell, but was open to the sky. The air smelt, fresh, clean, and devoid of any pollutants. I noted the chained women wore white gowns and were of all races and types. They looked at me and began babbling a warning in the same language the men had spoken. What had stopped me dead in my tracks was not the chained women, nor the three spearmen with their weapons trained in my direction, nor the archers with bows drawn and notched at me, nor the presence of a squad of armed men. What made me realize there would be no quick escape was the thirty-foot long lizard hitched to a cart in the center of the enclosure. I studied it for several seconds, wondering if I was still suffering from the effects of the drug. The creature was green in color and was making a bellowing sound. It really didn’t seem dangerous and appeared to have been domesticated for pulling heavy loads. I stood there and tried to figure out what kind of nightmare I was having. "It’s called a tharlarion," said Grozney who had came up silently behind me.