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.Under such attentions I could not helpsquirming.This seemed to amuse them.I gathered from some of their remarks,somewhat indelicate remarks, scarcely fit for the ears of an Earth woman, orone who had once been from Earth, that under true male attentions I mightprove to be utterly helpless.Ifound this dubious.I assumed that it was false.I would learn later that itwas not.Still I was so distraught, so much numbed, so much in shock, sodespondent, so much in despair, so miserable over my rejection by Teibar, thatI was not even remotely as responsive as I would normally have been.and thishad to do not simply with feelings.Sometimes I was hardly aware of, or caringof, what was being done to me.Sometimes I knelt, and moved, and posed, almostwithout understanding or thinking about what was being done to me.To thesemen, I am sure, I must have appeared, though perhaps beautiful, inert.Theywere now gone.The exposition area was now closed to the public.It was in theearly evening.I supposed that we would be watered again, later, that we mightagain appear fresh, our skin with excellent tone, glistening and smooth, ourbellies sweetly rounded.After a large breakfast this morning, we had been fedvery lightly, however, only a handful of dry gruel put in our mouths after thePage 81 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlclosing of the exposition area.To be sure, I supposed it was enough for us.We need far less food than men.It is cheaper to feed us than male slaves.There were other reasons, ofcourse, why we had been fed so lightly today.Tonight they did not want us tobe lethargic or sluggish.Too, they did not wish, particularly in the case ofnew girls, their stomachs turning and wrenching in misery, and terror, to riskdisgusting accidents. Position! we heard.Immediately every girl on every platform assumed position.Ilooked about, as I could.Every girl that I saw has assumed, as I had, theopen-kneed position.It was required of them.I gathered, as it was requiredof me.They were all attractive.I wondered what sort of slaves we were, thatwe must kneel in this fashion.In a few moments we were lined up, according to our separate lots.I at theend of mine, facing not the large, closed double doors which let to the areaoutside, those doors through which120the customers had entered, but the other large, closed double doors, thosewhich, apparently led somewhere else.Gloria was in front of me, as usual.Herhands were manacled behind her back.my hands, too, were identically secured.On her neck, as on mine, was a buckled, two-ringed, leather collar.It was thesort of collar which may be easily put on, and removed from, a girl.The girl,of course, if manacled as we were, is helpless in it.The rings are located at180degrees from one another.This permits girls to be fastened, the collaroriented appropriately, either side by side, in ranks, or behind one another,in files.A leather strap, with snaps at both ends, joins the rings, usuallythe ring at the back of one collar to the ring at the front of another.Gloria, being ahead of me, was thus leashed to the ring at the back of thegirl s collar ahead of her, and I was leashed to the ring at the back ofGloria s collar.As I was at the end of the line, the ring at the back of mycollar hung free, against the leather, not utilized.The double doors before us, were opened.I could see a long corridor, dimly lit with lamps.It was, like the expositionarea, floored with dirt.That made sense, as doubtless tarsks, those of thefour-footed variety, those bristly, squat, grunting animals, as opposed to thetwo-footed variety, those soft, smooth, shapely animals, were often conductedthrough it.I looked down the long, dark, dirt-floored corridor.Our group, it seemed, would be neither the first, nor, given our position, thelast to enter that corridor.I looked down at the writing on my left breast.It was, I had been told, an 89, my lot number.We had been fed very lightly today.There was a reason for that.Tonight we were going on the block.121CHAPTER 9THE SALES BARN;THE BLOCK;THE CAGEPage 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlOur group would be the next into the shoot.We could see it on the other sideof the barred gate, the narrow, wooden ramp, with the low, wooden walls, openat the top, with the two gates, one for the shoot itself, to control thenumber of animals entering it, the other, slanting, behind which men mightstand, which, when closed, given its diagonal, served to guide animals intothe shoot, the shoot s gate, for such a purpose, then being held back, or, ifit were desired to admit several animals, hooked back, open.Gloria, ahead of me, was squatting over the bowl.We were still in line, but we were no longer in the two-ringed, leathercollars, or leashed, or manacled.Bars were in front of us, and behind us.This was one of several holding areas, and the last before the shoot.Twoholding areas back we had been given water, order to drink plentifully.Thatwater, of course, as of yet, had not had time to pass through our system.A man slid the bowl back to me. Relieve yourself, he said.I squatted over the bowl. How do you feel? asked the man.I looked up.it was Teibar, he of Market ofSemris.His voice was kindly.He seemed not unconcerned.The last time he hadseen me, I supposed, might have been when I had collapsed, unconscious,overcome, before him, and the others, in the exposition area, shortly after mylot number had been written on my breast. Very well, Master, I said. Thank you, Master. He then turned away.Like most Gorean men, and unlike Teibar, the Teibar whohad captured me, he seemed to bear me no ill will, or hostility, on thegrounds that I might be from Earth.Perhaps he no more than most others, knewwhat was going on there.To him Iwas doubtless no more than another pretty girl, another charming female,correctly imbonded.I was still squatting over the bowl.I looked up and met the eyes of the other fellow, he who had slid the bowlback to me, he who had ordered me to relieve122myself.They were stern. Yes, Master! 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.Under such attentions I could not helpsquirming.This seemed to amuse them.I gathered from some of their remarks,somewhat indelicate remarks, scarcely fit for the ears of an Earth woman, orone who had once been from Earth, that under true male attentions I mightprove to be utterly helpless.Ifound this dubious.I assumed that it was false.I would learn later that itwas not.Still I was so distraught, so much numbed, so much in shock, sodespondent, so much in despair, so miserable over my rejection by Teibar, thatI was not even remotely as responsive as I would normally have been.and thishad to do not simply with feelings.Sometimes I was hardly aware of, or caringof, what was being done to me.Sometimes I knelt, and moved, and posed, almostwithout understanding or thinking about what was being done to me.To thesemen, I am sure, I must have appeared, though perhaps beautiful, inert.Theywere now gone.The exposition area was now closed to the public.It was in theearly evening.I supposed that we would be watered again, later, that we mightagain appear fresh, our skin with excellent tone, glistening and smooth, ourbellies sweetly rounded.After a large breakfast this morning, we had been fedvery lightly, however, only a handful of dry gruel put in our mouths after thePage 81 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlclosing of the exposition area.To be sure, I supposed it was enough for us.We need far less food than men.It is cheaper to feed us than male slaves.There were other reasons, ofcourse, why we had been fed so lightly today.Tonight they did not want us tobe lethargic or sluggish.Too, they did not wish, particularly in the case ofnew girls, their stomachs turning and wrenching in misery, and terror, to riskdisgusting accidents. Position! we heard.Immediately every girl on every platform assumed position.Ilooked about, as I could.Every girl that I saw has assumed, as I had, theopen-kneed position.It was required of them.I gathered, as it was requiredof me.They were all attractive.I wondered what sort of slaves we were, thatwe must kneel in this fashion.In a few moments we were lined up, according to our separate lots.I at theend of mine, facing not the large, closed double doors which let to the areaoutside, those doors through which120the customers had entered, but the other large, closed double doors, thosewhich, apparently led somewhere else.Gloria was in front of me, as usual.Herhands were manacled behind her back.my hands, too, were identically secured.On her neck, as on mine, was a buckled, two-ringed, leather collar.It was thesort of collar which may be easily put on, and removed from, a girl.The girl,of course, if manacled as we were, is helpless in it.The rings are located at180degrees from one another.This permits girls to be fastened, the collaroriented appropriately, either side by side, in ranks, or behind one another,in files.A leather strap, with snaps at both ends, joins the rings, usuallythe ring at the back of one collar to the ring at the front of another.Gloria, being ahead of me, was thus leashed to the ring at the back of thegirl s collar ahead of her, and I was leashed to the ring at the back ofGloria s collar.As I was at the end of the line, the ring at the back of mycollar hung free, against the leather, not utilized.The double doors before us, were opened.I could see a long corridor, dimly lit with lamps.It was, like the expositionarea, floored with dirt.That made sense, as doubtless tarsks, those of thefour-footed variety, those bristly, squat, grunting animals, as opposed to thetwo-footed variety, those soft, smooth, shapely animals, were often conductedthrough it.I looked down the long, dark, dirt-floored corridor.Our group, it seemed, would be neither the first, nor, given our position, thelast to enter that corridor.I looked down at the writing on my left breast.It was, I had been told, an 89, my lot number.We had been fed very lightly today.There was a reason for that.Tonight we were going on the block.121CHAPTER 9THE SALES BARN;THE BLOCK;THE CAGEPage 82 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlOur group would be the next into the shoot.We could see it on the other sideof the barred gate, the narrow, wooden ramp, with the low, wooden walls, openat the top, with the two gates, one for the shoot itself, to control thenumber of animals entering it, the other, slanting, behind which men mightstand, which, when closed, given its diagonal, served to guide animals intothe shoot, the shoot s gate, for such a purpose, then being held back, or, ifit were desired to admit several animals, hooked back, open.Gloria, ahead of me, was squatting over the bowl.We were still in line, but we were no longer in the two-ringed, leathercollars, or leashed, or manacled.Bars were in front of us, and behind us.This was one of several holding areas, and the last before the shoot.Twoholding areas back we had been given water, order to drink plentifully.Thatwater, of course, as of yet, had not had time to pass through our system.A man slid the bowl back to me. Relieve yourself, he said.I squatted over the bowl. How do you feel? asked the man.I looked up.it was Teibar, he of Market ofSemris.His voice was kindly.He seemed not unconcerned.The last time he hadseen me, I supposed, might have been when I had collapsed, unconscious,overcome, before him, and the others, in the exposition area, shortly after mylot number had been written on my breast. Very well, Master, I said. Thank you, Master. He then turned away.Like most Gorean men, and unlike Teibar, the Teibar whohad captured me, he seemed to bear me no ill will, or hostility, on thegrounds that I might be from Earth.Perhaps he no more than most others, knewwhat was going on there.To him Iwas doubtless no more than another pretty girl, another charming female,correctly imbonded.I was still squatting over the bowl.I looked up and met the eyes of the other fellow, he who had slid the bowlback to me, he who had ordered me to relieve122myself.They were stern. Yes, Master! 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