Journal of Shibbolet of Gor
  I drifted unaware via the internet. I had met a woman called Ella. A mysterious woman, an enchantress. Was she of this world or a temptress from the other side? Is your cyber vixen real or is she from the other side, slowly reeling you in? We used to meet on the shores, she used to emerge from the water. We spent days strolling the beach, watching dolphins and talking about everything. Eventually we made a lighthouse, and decided that its beam of light linked our minds. It was our escape from Earth, a secret passageway to ecstasy, to imagined times of long ago, a knight and a lady, and yes...a warrior and sex slave.

I think now that she never was of Urth. I think she was a trap, set to lure me, an ordinary person... to GOR. Like the "others" in the novels, but instead of slipping a collar on your neck, drugging you, and stealing you away in a spaceship... she uses the net.

One night I logged on, I went to the beach, she came out of the sea dressed in forest green. I was enchanted. I never remember closing down the computer. But what I do remember is waking up in the lighthouse with a leather wallet resting on my chest.

Ella was gone.

I searched the shoreline, I shouted my lungs out "Ella... Ella... where are you?... ELLLAAAA!!!"

Ella was gone.

I decided to search for her, to find her. Either she had been stolen, or she had finished her task and had gone. Either way... I decided to find her. I spent a day walking down the shore... I slept a night under the stars... there were three moons!!! Next day I awoke...and heard voices. It was a strange tongue... not of Earth. It was (as I now know) Gorean. I could understand and speak Gorean. I knew then... without a doubt that I was on some kind of GOR. I can feel Gor... see Gor... touch Gor.

Rejoice?

Hell no!! I suddenly remembered the brutality, the creatures, and how earthlike I was really was. However, I felt strong... I knew I had no skill with weapons... but I understood Honour. I think I always have, but I thought, "If a warrior comes here right now and kills me, I am not going to die a coward.. I will die with honour... somehow!"

All the same... I hid!!

I crawled up the dune..and saw him. A magnificent Gorean male, a slaver or maybe a pirate, and wow!! He had three panther girls... real ones. He was building a stand to display them, and he used each one about three times during the day. He was screwing panther girls... right before my eyes. They submitted, and enjoyed. I was jealous... I was afraid... I was of Earth.

I began to paint, its what I did back on Earth, and somehow I had the paper and materials with me...I painted what I saw. That night I slept fitfully... what if panther girls came to look for their clan, to claim back their comrades. What if I was to end up with a strip of bare flesh down my head... a male slave. Strewth!! if I am on Gor I want to shag a red silk first... before anything else!! I do not want to be a male slave!!!! I put the painting into my leather pouch, and the next morning it was gone! I then realized the purpose of the pouch... it's a link, from Gor to Earth. Did the Priest Kings leave it? I don't know, all I know is that I am here on Gor, and for some reason I am to send a journal back to Earth.

This is what I saw... on my first full Gorean day.

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