Live Free or Die - Gor Story
Posted: 2003-07-28 05:08pm
It is not what I would call great and I wrote it a loong time ago but with the discussion of Gor, I thought I would go ahead and post it. I know it is a bit on the short side as well.
Live Free or Die
Disoriented as she was, she still limped away from her former place of captivity. It seemed like she was in a dream but she could not wake up. She could still feel the burning sensation from the brand on her thigh. Why?, she wondered did these people brand women like they branded cattle in some Old West movie starring John Wayne. Well, she was tough girl, U.S. Marines, Semper Phi. She joined the corps at age eighteen, now she was twenty two, is (was) a sergeant, and she was not about to become someone's slave. She flashed back to her childhood, remembering the life she had growing up on the streets of Chicago. No one, whether they were male or female survived the streets and did not become a Survivalist. She continues her travel and remembers the events of the last three and a half days.
As she digs through her memory, the last thing she can remember from the real world is going on a hike in Franconia Notch with her boyfriend. It was a beautiful, such panoramic views, no pollution, and few people. He was the one who talked her into going on this hike in New Hampshire and she loved every moment of the hike until the world changed around her. She went to leave him for a moment to do some private business and suddenly there was a bright flash. Next thing she knows there is a burning sensation on her left thigh. As she looks down at her thigh, she sees a symbol much like a brand there. As most of the disorientation goes away, She feels herself being pushed roughly into a line of other women. As she stood in line she looked at herself and around the area. Her clothes were in tatters, the rest of the other women's clothing was in no better shape. She was in some kind of stockade with about ten men with various weapons. The girls in the line were one by one being led to an anvil with a waiting collar and having the collar riveted around their neck. The next woman walks meekly to the block and waits while a collar is riveted on. Around her, she hears many voices in a language that she does not understand but they seemed menacing. A woman looks toward her and starts speaking to her, "Hello, you to must be from earth." "Well, you are now a bond-maid, a slave." "Accept your fate and like me you will grow to enjoy it." As she was dragged towards the anvil and a large man tried to force her head to it she decided not to accept her fate and she used the Aikido that she had spent in the last four years most of her free time learning, used his weight against him, threw him across the anvil. She then heard him screaming and looking at him and saw that he landed in the coals of the forge that was next to the fire. The other men then attacked her, luckily they attacked her without their weapons because ten against one even with Aikido and the enemy without weapons is not an easy fight. In the nearest guess of why she won she believe adrenalin kept her fighting. She quickly ran out of the Stockade. She ran and ran and ran until she though she could run no more. She then found a large field of boulders to hide from the pursuit she knew would be coming. Now after a day and a half of traveling she felt a little safer.
In the months that ensued she decided that if all women that lived here were treated like this then she would try against all odds to change this place. As she continued to travel she came to realize that this was another planet. She began a fight to allow all the people of Gor freedom especially the women. As she fought she found out that there were many women that wanted to stay as slaves, Even many women from earth, but she continued to fight. As time went on, many women and even many men joined the cause. She spent many years organizing, and fighting, and forming revolutionary groups. The movement grew until all around Gor until the ruler class could no longer ignore or control it. The called themselves Fighters for Freedom and she took the groups Motto off the Moto of the state of New Hampshire, "Live Free or Die", the state which her voyage.
Live Free or Die
Disoriented as she was, she still limped away from her former place of captivity. It seemed like she was in a dream but she could not wake up. She could still feel the burning sensation from the brand on her thigh. Why?, she wondered did these people brand women like they branded cattle in some Old West movie starring John Wayne. Well, she was tough girl, U.S. Marines, Semper Phi. She joined the corps at age eighteen, now she was twenty two, is (was) a sergeant, and she was not about to become someone's slave. She flashed back to her childhood, remembering the life she had growing up on the streets of Chicago. No one, whether they were male or female survived the streets and did not become a Survivalist. She continues her travel and remembers the events of the last three and a half days.
As she digs through her memory, the last thing she can remember from the real world is going on a hike in Franconia Notch with her boyfriend. It was a beautiful, such panoramic views, no pollution, and few people. He was the one who talked her into going on this hike in New Hampshire and she loved every moment of the hike until the world changed around her. She went to leave him for a moment to do some private business and suddenly there was a bright flash. Next thing she knows there is a burning sensation on her left thigh. As she looks down at her thigh, she sees a symbol much like a brand there. As most of the disorientation goes away, She feels herself being pushed roughly into a line of other women. As she stood in line she looked at herself and around the area. Her clothes were in tatters, the rest of the other women's clothing was in no better shape. She was in some kind of stockade with about ten men with various weapons. The girls in the line were one by one being led to an anvil with a waiting collar and having the collar riveted around their neck. The next woman walks meekly to the block and waits while a collar is riveted on. Around her, she hears many voices in a language that she does not understand but they seemed menacing. A woman looks toward her and starts speaking to her, "Hello, you to must be from earth." "Well, you are now a bond-maid, a slave." "Accept your fate and like me you will grow to enjoy it." As she was dragged towards the anvil and a large man tried to force her head to it she decided not to accept her fate and she used the Aikido that she had spent in the last four years most of her free time learning, used his weight against him, threw him across the anvil. She then heard him screaming and looking at him and saw that he landed in the coals of the forge that was next to the fire. The other men then attacked her, luckily they attacked her without their weapons because ten against one even with Aikido and the enemy without weapons is not an easy fight. In the nearest guess of why she won she believe adrenalin kept her fighting. She quickly ran out of the Stockade. She ran and ran and ran until she though she could run no more. She then found a large field of boulders to hide from the pursuit she knew would be coming. Now after a day and a half of traveling she felt a little safer.
In the months that ensued she decided that if all women that lived here were treated like this then she would try against all odds to change this place. As she continued to travel she came to realize that this was another planet. She began a fight to allow all the people of Gor freedom especially the women. As she fought she found out that there were many women that wanted to stay as slaves, Even many women from earth, but she continued to fight. As time went on, many women and even many men joined the cause. She spent many years organizing, and fighting, and forming revolutionary groups. The movement grew until all around Gor until the ruler class could no longer ignore or control it. The called themselves Fighters for Freedom and she took the groups Motto off the Moto of the state of New Hampshire, "Live Free or Die", the state which her voyage.
) I'd suggest breaking up the longer paragraphs, and double-spacing between paragraphs to make it easier to read, though.
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I wasn't thinking straight when I saw it and thought Kelly had changed her SN. 
