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"Harta!" But we were hurrying! How could we go more swiftly? Again came the terrible crack of that snapping coil! Gasping, crying out, sobbing, we moved even more swiftly! We were terrified by the very sound of those supple implements. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #731)

What was behind me moved half beside me, sobbing. Instantly as there was again that terrible sound I struggled to my hands and knees, hurrying forward. "Harta!" I heard. "Harta!" But we were hurrying! How could we go more swiftly? Again came the terrible crack of that snapping coil! Gasping, crying out, sobbing, we moved even more swiftly! We were terrified by the very sound of those supple implements. Surely they could not be used upon us! Surely these men, these leonine males, like gods and beasts, did not regard us as being subject to such attentions! But somehow I suspected that these men, these unusual males, these incredible males, our striking, magnificent captors, were not likely to be patient with us. We were a kind, I gathered, on which such men were not likely to lavish patience. But what kind could that be? Of what kind was I now, or had I been, and now was explicitly, openly? I dared not conjecture, but knew. - (Witness of Gor)