Bondmaids in Torvaldsland
BONDMAID QUOTES
"How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful . How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters."
~Marauders of Gor, page 100~
"I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came from within the palisade. Among them, white kirtled collared, excited, ran bond-maids. These, upon the arrival of their master, are permitted to greet him. The men of the north enjoy the bright eyes, the leaping bodies, the squealing, the greetings of their bond-maids."
~Marauders of Gor, page 82~"The Forkbeard turned about and, one arm about Pudding, the other about Gunnhild, started from the dock.
Hilda followed him, to his left.
"She heels nicely," said Ottar. The men and bond-maids laughed. The Forkbeard stopped. Hilda's face burned red with fury, but she kept her head high.
Pet sleen are taught to heel; so, too, sometimes, are bond-maids; I was familiar with this sort of thing, of course; in the south it was quite common for slave girls; in various fashions in various cities, to heel their masters.
Hilda, of course, was a free woman. For her to heel was an incredible humiliation.
The Forkbeard started off again, and then again stopped. Again, Hilda followed him as before.
"She is heeling!" laughed Ottar."
~Marauders of Gor, page 123~
"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression "silk girl" is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their Masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. There is some envy in this charge, I think. More literally, the expression tends to be based on the fact that the brief slave tunic of the south, the single garment permitted the female slave, is often of silk. Southern girls, incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of the economic distinction between the farm and city, are often worked, and worked hard, particularly if they have not pleased their Masters."
~Marauders of Gor, page 144~
Incidentally, for what it is worth, though the southern girl is, I expect, worked less hard then the northern girl, who is commonly kept isolated on the farm, she is more often than her northern sister put to the switch or whip; I think she lives under a harsher discipline; southern masters are harder with their girls, expecting more from them and seeing that they get it; northern girls, for example, are seldom trained in the detailed, intricate sensuous arts of the female slave; the southern girl, to her misery, must often learn these to perfection; moreover, upon command, she must perform, joyfully and skillfully."
~Marauders of Gor, page 144~
“High-farm girls!” she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls."
~Marauders of Gor, page 145~
"I looked down upon her. "You are a wanton slave," I said. She looked up at me laughing, "A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions," she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten....Marauders of Gor, page 278The other girls, resenting the tunic she had been given, had stripped her. Svein Blue Tooth had laughed, masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves... Marauders of Gor, page 289
“Do you think you are a bond-maid of the south?” he asked. “No, my Jarl,” she had said. “Do you think it is enough for you to be pleasant in the furs?” he asked. “Oh, no, my Jarl!” she cried. “Bond-maids of the north must know how to do useful things,” he told her. “Yes, my Jarl !” she cried. “Take these,” said he, “to the stink pen and, with them, swill the tarsks!” “Yes, my Jarl,” she wept, leaping to her feet."
~Marauders of Gor, page 103~
"There was no mistaking that the girls that followed the Forkbeard, or “Thorgeir of Ax Glacier,” were bond; to better display his pets, and excite the envy of others, the Forkbeard had had his girls drop their kirtles low upon their hips, and hitch them high, that their beauty might be well exhibited, from their collars to some inches below their navels, and, too, that the turns of their calves and ankles might be similarly displayed; I would have thought that they might have groaned with humiliation and attempted to hide themselves among us, but, instead, even Pudding and Thyri, they walked as proud, shameless bond-maid."
~Marauders of Gor, page 143~
“Your girls walk well.” I told Ivar.
“They are bond-maids,” said he, “under the eyes of strange men.”
I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure.:
~Marauders of Gor, page 151~BOND MAID CIRCLE QUOTES
"The Forkbeard, with the heel of his boot on the ground, drew a bond-maid circle.
She looked at it.
Then, to the laughter of the men, her head high, lifting her skirt, she stepped to the circle, and stood, facing him, within it.
"Remove your clothing, my pretty one," said Ivar Forkbeard."
~Marauders of Gor, page 88~
"He then drew with the handle of his ax a circle, some twenty feet in diameter, in the dirt floor of the temple.
It was a bond-maid circle.
"Females." He cried out, gesturing with the great ax toward the wall opposite the doors, "swiftly! To the wall! Stand with your backs against it!
Terrified, weeping, then men groaning, the females fled to the wall.
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The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid."
~Marauders of Gor, Pages 44-45~
"Go to the circle and enter it," said Ivar Forkbeard to the girl.
She held up her head. "No," she said. "I am free. Never will I consent to be a bond-maid. I shall first choose death!"
"Very well," laughed the Forkbeard. "Kneel."
Startled, she did so, uncertainly.
"Put your head down," he said, "throw your hair forward, exposing your neck."
She did so.
He lifted the great ax.
Suddenly she cried out and thrust her head to his boot.
She held his ankle.
Have mercy on a bond-maid!" she wept.
Ivar Forkbeard laughed and reached down and pulled her up by the arm, his great fist closed about her arm within the white woolen blouse, and thrust her stumbling well within the circle."
~Marauders of Gor, pages 45 and 46~
"Bets were made at the table. I bet on Ivar Forkbeard. Within an Ahn, Hilda the Haughty, to the jeers of men, the taunts of bond-maids, on her hands and knees, head down, hair falling forward, crept to the circle of the bond-maid, which Ivar Forkbeard had drawn in the dirt of the hall floor between the posts. The coals of the fire pit illuminated the left side of her body. She crawled before the bond-maids, the oarsmen. She entered the circle, and then, within the circle, stood up. She stood very straight, and her head was up. “I am yours, Ivar Forkbeard,” she said. “I am yours!”
~Marauders of Gor, page 134~COMMON BRAND IN THE NORTH
All over Gor, of course the slave girl is a familiar commodity. The brand used by the Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with, at it's right tip, adjoining it, a steep diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword."
~Marauders of Gor, page 87~
BONDMAID= "girl whose belly lays beneath the sword"
"All over Gor, of course the slave girl is a familiar commodity. The brand used by the Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with, at it's right tip, adjoining it, a steep diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword."
~Marauders of Gor, page 87~
“I see, Thyri,” said he, “that you are now a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword.”
“Wulfstan,” she said.
“I am called Tarsk here,” he said.
He fingered the collar on her throat. “The proud Thyri,” he said, “a bond-maid!” He smiled."
~Marauders of Gor, page 88~
"The man of Torvaldsland never leaves his house unless he is armed; and, within his house, his weapons are always near at hand, usually hung on the wall behind his couch, at least a foot beyond the reach of a bond-maid whose ankle is chained. Should she, lying on her back, look back and up she sees, on the wall, the shield, the helmet, the spear and ax, the sword, in its sheath, of her master. They are visible symbols of the force by which she is kept in bondage, by which she is kept only a girl, whose belly is beneath his sword."
~Marauders of Gor, pages 141 & 142~
"I observed the brand. She was now only another girl whose belly lay beneath the sword, a property-girl, a collar-girl, a slave, a bond-maid."
~Marauders of Gor, page 201~
“How do you like it, Thyri,” asked he, “to find that you are now a girl whose belly lies beneath the sword ?”
“It lies not beneath your sword,” she snapped. “I belong to free men!”
~Marauders of Gor, page 104~STRICT Discipline/ PUNISHMENTS OF THE NORTH
"In this punishment, the girl clothed or unclothed, is bound tightly to an oar, hands behind her, her head down, toward the blade. When the oar lifts from the water she gasps for breath, only in another moment to be submerged again. A recalcitrant girl may be kept on the oar for hours. There is also, however, some danger in this, for sea sleen and the white sharks of the north occasionally attempt to tear such a girl from the oar. When food is low, it is not unknown for the men of Torvaldsland to use a bond-maid, if one is available on the ship, for bait in such a manner. The least pleasing girl is always used. This practice, of course, encourages bond-maids to vie vigorously to please their Masters. An Ahn on the oar is usually more than sufficient to make the coldest and proudest of females an obedient, eager-to-please bond-maid. It is regarded as second only to the five-lash Gorean slave whip, used also in the south, and what among the men of Torvaldsland is called the whip of the furs, in which the master, with his body, incontrovertibly teaches the girl her slavery.”
~Marauders of Gor, page 66 ~
“Put her to the oar,” had said the Forkbeard.
Hilda, clothed, had been roped, hand and foot, and body, on her back, head down, to one of the nineteen-foot oars.
“You cannot do this to me,” she cried.
Then, to her misery, she felt the oar move. “I am a free woman!” she cried.
Then, like any bond-maid, she found herself plunged beneath the cold green surface of Thassa.
The oar lifted.
“I am the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!” she cried, spitting water, half blinded.
Then the oar dipped again. When it pulled her next from the water, she was clearly terrified. She had swallowed water. She had learned what any bond-maid swiftly learns, that one must apply oneself, and be rational, if one will survive on the oar. One must follow its rhythm, and, as soon as the surface is broken, expel air and take a deep breath. In this fashion a girl may live on the oar.
For a time the Forkbeard watched her, leaning on hi elbows, on the rail, but then he left the rail.
He did, however, have Gorm watch her, with a spear. Twice in the afternoon Gorm struck away sea sleen from the girl's body. Once he thrust away one of the white sharks of the northern waters, The second of the sea sleen it had been which, with its sharp teeth, making a strike, but falling short, had torn away her green velvet gown on the right side from the hip to the hemline; a long strip of it, like a ribbon, was in its teeth as it darted away.
She had not been on the oar for half an Ahn when she had begun to beg her release; a few Ehn later, she had be-gun to beg to heel the Forkbeard.
But it was not until evening that the oar lifted, and she was released. She was fed hot broths and fettered again to the mast."
~Marauders of Gor, pages 124 & 125~
“Bond-maid!” called he. She stopped, and turned. “Do you wish to go to the whipping post ?” he asked. This is a stout post, outside the hall, of peeled wood, with an iron ring near the top, to which the wrists of a bond-maid, crossed, are lashed over her head. Near the bosk shed there is a similar post, with a higher ring, used for thralls. “No, my Jarl!” cried Pudding. “See then,” said he, “that your baking improves!”
~Marauders of Gor, page 103~
“Sometimes,” said he, “to discipline a bond-maid, she is hurled naked among the thralls.”
~Marauders of Gor, page 89~
"Gorean garments, generally, do not contain pockets. Some say the master belt gets its name because it is used sometimes in the disciplining of bond-maids. This seems to be a doubtful origin for the name. It is true, however, questions of the origin of the name aside, that bond-maids, stripped, are often taught obedience under its lash…."
Marauders of Gor, page 50, 51
"We carried a torch to the ice shed. We opened the heavy door, lined with leather, and lifted the torch, closing the door behind us.
In the light of the torch we saw Hilda. We approached more closely.
She lay on her side, in misery, across great blocks of ice; she could lift her head and shoulders no more than six inches from the ice; she could draw her ankles toward her body no more than six inches; small chips of wood, in which the ice is packed, clung about her body; she was bound, hand and foot, her wrists behind her, her ankles crossed and tied. Two ropes prohibited her from struggling to either a sitting or kneeling position, one running from her right ankle across the ice to a ring in the side of the shed, the other running, from her throat across the ice to a similar ring on the other side of the shed.
"Please," she wept.
Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue.
She lay before us, on her back.
"Please," she wept, piteously, "I beg to be permitted to run to the furs of Ivar Forkbeard."
~Marauders of Gor, page 132~
BONDMAID GENERAL INFO
Kirtle
"I saw four small milk bosk grazing on short grass. In the distance, above the acres, I could see mountains, snowcapped. A flock of verr, herded by a maid with a stick, turned bleating on the sloping hillside. She shaded her eyes. Se was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly. About her neck I could see a dark ring."
~Marauders of Gor, page 81~
“Your adornments,” said he, “will be simple, a kirtle of white wool, a brand, a collar of iron.”
~Marauders of Gor, page 118~
~ Naked~
"The two bond-maids, stripped, too, like the others, for the feast, Pretty Ankles and Pouting Lips, struggled down the length of the smoky, dark hall, a spitted, roasted tarsk on their shoulders. They were slapped by the men, hurrying them along. They laughed with pleasure."
~Marauders of Gor, page 91~"Please me." I told her.
"Yes my Jarl," she wept. "Yes!" And when she had much pleased me, I finished with her, in the first taking.
"Hold me," she wept.
"I shall hold you," I told her, "and then, in a time, Bond-maid, you will again be used."
She looked at me, startled.
"This," I told her, "is the first taking. It's purpose is only to warm you for the second."
She clutched me, not speaking. I held her, tightly.
"Can I endure such pleasure?" she asked, frightened.
"You are bond," I told her. "You will have no choice."
"My Jarl," she asked, frightened, "is it the second taking of the Gorean Master, to which you intent to subject me?"
"Yes," I told her.
"I have heard of it," she wept. "In it", she gasped, "the girl is permitted no quarter, no mercy!"
"That is true," I told her.
We lay together, silently, I holding her, she against me, chained, for something like half of an Ahn. Then I touched her. She lifted her head.
"Is it beginning?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her.
"May a bond-maid beg one favor of her Jarl?" she asked.
"Perhaps," I said.
She leaned over me. I felt her hair brush my body. "Be merciless," she whispered. "Be merciless," she begged.
"That is my intention," I told her, and threw her to her back.
"Never have I yielded as I yielded now," she wept. "I would not exchange my collar for all the jewels on Gor!"
~Marauders of Gor, page 137~"Like the bond-maids, she had been fed only on cold Sa-Tarna porridge and scraps of dried parsit fish."
~Marauders of Gor, page 56~
"The men who had fished with the net had now cleaned the catch of parsit fish, and chopped the cleaned, boned, silverish bodies into pieces, a quarter inch in width.
Another of the bond-maids was then freed to mix the bond-maid gruel, mixing fresh water with Sa-Tarna meal, and then stirring in the raw fish."
~Marauders of Gor, pages 63 & 64~
"The slender blond girl, who had been giving the men water from the skin bag, was now given the work of filling small bowls from the large wooden bowl, for the bond-maids. She used a bronze ladle, the handle of which was curved like the neck and head of a lovely bird. About the handle was a closed bronze ring, loose. It formed a collar for the bird´s neck. The bond-maids did not much care for their gruel, unsweetened, mudlike Sa-Tarna meal, with raw fish. They fed, however. One girl who did not care to feed was struck twice across her back by a knotted rope in the hand of Gorm. Quickly then, and well, she fed. The girls, including the slender blondish girl, emptied their bowls, even to licking them, and rubbing them with their saliva-dampened fingers, that no grain be left, lest Gorm, their keeper in the ship, should not be pleased. They looked to one another in fear, and put down their bowls, as they finished, fed bond-wenches."
~Marauders of Gor, pages 64 & 65~
“Kneel,” said Aelgifu.
The girl knelt.
“What have you there?” asked Aelgifu.
“Gruel,” said the girl.
“Taste it,” said Aelgifu.
Obediently, angrily, the girl did so.
“It is bond-maid gruel, is it not?” asked Aelgifu.
“Yes,” said the girl.
“Why then,” asked Aelgifu, “have you brought it to me?”
The girl put her head down.
“I am free,” said Aelgifu. “Take it away. It is for such as you.”
The girl did not respond.
............
“Take this gruel away,” said Aelgifu. “It is for bond-maids such as you.”
The blond girl rose to her feet and left Aelgifu. The Forkbeard looked up from his game. He reached out and took the bowl from the blond girl.
............
Ivar Forkbeard approached Aelgifu with the small bowl of gruel. He crouched down beside her.
“When your father sees you tomorrow night,” said he, “you must not be weak, but rosy-cheeked and bright-eyed. What otherwise would he think of the hospitality I extend to my prisoners?”
“I will not eat the gruel of bond-maids,” said Aelgifu.
“You will eat it,” said the Forkbeard, “or you will be stripped and put to the oar.”
She looked at him with horror.
“That will not violate you, my pretty,” said the Forkbeard."
............
"Open your mouth, my large-breasted beauty,” said the Forkbeard.
Eyes wide, she did so. He thrust the contents of the small bowl into her mouth. Choking, the proud Aelgifu swallowed the thick gruel, that of dampened Sa-Tarna meal and raw fish, the gruel of bond-maids.
~Marauders of Gor, page 66
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