The Parking Garage

Diana stepped through the front door of the building still cursing that witch of an office manager for giving her all that extra paperwork to file. She was the new one in the office, just a few months out of business school, so she got stuck with the stuff nobody else wanted to do.

Damn. Even the security guy is already gone. She hated being alone in the parking garage. She was always afraid of getting mugged. I wish Dale hadn't retired. He never left before he knew everyone had gone home. I don't like this new guy There wereonly a few cars left. Diana walked faster toward the elevator. Her waist-length, bleach-blonde hair started to catch the wind. She hadn't cut it in years. Secretly, she wanted to cosplay as Sailor Moon. She thought she saw a blur out of the corner of her eye. She quickly turned her head, but all that's there is a car. Maybe I'll take the stairs.

All of the sudden, the background for the blonde changed. It felt like as if she was paper on a magazine, and that she was being cut out, and pasted onto a collage. Only the collage was a spaceship, with cave men-like people on it. They talked to each other a bit, as if planing.

What just happened? Her heart was racing. She was afraid to breath. She didn't know whether to run away or stay still. It felt like a bad dream, or a bad horror movie.

Soon, one of them grabbed, and held her tight, as the spaceship soon landed. Then man then pulled her out, not caring how much he was hurting the other. As long as there were no visible bruises, or anything to actually PHYSICALLY damage the merchandise, he didn't care.

"Let go of me, dammit!" She struggled to break free of his grip. "I said let go of me, you big ape!"

The man frowned, and gave her five to the face. "Shut it!" They continued to travel, until they got to some large stone tablet, with all the rules of their society. "Read them, and read them well. They'll be the laws you'll live by for the rest of your years...."

She was exhausted. How many hours had they been traveling? She tried to read the stone the man brought her to, but she couldn't focus. "I don't... I don't understand. " She turned to look at him. "Where am I? Why did you bring me here?" It was getting harder and harder to hold back her tears, but her pride wouldn't allow her to cry. "Why wont you answer me?" She turned back to the stone, not expecting an answer. He'd hardly said a word. If he was going to tell her, he probably already would have. It was then that she noticed a section of rules for slaves, especially female. No... Please, God, no! No, it can't be! But she couldn't think of any other reason for him to bring her to ths place.

He glared at her. "I will allow it for now, but know that asking questions to those above you is deserving of serious punishment, slave." He was like stone, almost emotionless. He had to be, as a slave trader. Lately, it had been getting harder and harder to find slaves on his own planet, so he had to go for the more exotic Earth females. It helped that she also had blonde hair; Most of the men and women on Gor had brown hair and eyes, like the ground beneath them. She would be cherished for her strange coloring, he thought to himself, thinking of the price she would go for.

After a bit, they traveled further, to what looked like a stage outside. The block for selling fresh Earth Kajira, or other such exotics.