Collars
"In the matter of collars, as in all things, Goreans commonly exhibit good taste and aesthetic sense."
Slave Girl page 215
The collar can be read to identify a girls master and his city
Slave girls almost never escape. The major reason for this is the steel collar, which, obdurately encircling her neck, read, promptly identifies her master and his city. Almost no one, of course, would think of removing a collar from a girl, unless it would be to replace it with one of his own.
Slave Girl page 96
Reasons for a collar
The gorean collar has 4 common purposes:
1 - designates a girl as a slave
2 - impresses her slavery upon her
3 - identifies who owns her
4 - makes leashing the slave easier
"What is the common purpose of a collar?"
"The collar has four common purposes, Master," she said. "First, it visibly designates me as a slave, as a brand might not, if it should be covered by clothing. Second, it impresses my slavery upon me. Thirdly, it identifies my master. Fourthly-fourthly-"
"Fourthly?" he asked.
"Fourthly," she said, "it makes it easier to leash me."
He kicked her in the side. She winced. Her response had been slow.
Explorers page 80
The collar makes it easier for the slave to be put in various ties
An additional utility of the collar, though it did not count as one of its four common purposes, was that it made it easier to put the girl in various ties. For example, one can use it to tie her hands before her throat, or at the sides or back of her neck. One can use it with, say, rope or chain, to fasten girls together. One can tie her feet to her collar, and so on. If the feet are tied to the collar the knot is always in the front, so that the pressure will be against the back of the girl’s neck and not the front. The purpose of such a tie is to hold the slave, not choke her. Gorean men are not clumsy in their binding of women.
Explorers page 80
Men enjoy the sight of a woman in steel
That the collar was locked did not simply mean that she could not remove it, a fact which played its important role in guaranteeing slave recognition and identification, but, perhaps even more importantly, was momentous in its significance of bondage. A brand might be concealed by clothing, even the brief garb commonly allotted a female slave, but the collar, consistently and openly, proclaimed her girl property. The collar, stressing her vulnerability as a slave, is sexually exciting to the girl who wears it, and to the men who look upon it. Perhaps that is why free women do not wear collars. The steel on her lovely throat, lost beneath her hair, glinting beneath it, contrasting so with her delicious softness, is sexually and aesthetically maddening. No girl is so beautiful, I suspect, as she who wears a Gorean slave collar.
Slave Girl page 402
Collars are measured to fit each girl properly
"These collars are normally measured individually to the girl as is most slave steel. The collar is regarded not simply as a designation of slavery and a means for identifing the girl's owner and his city but as an ornament as well. Accordingly the Gorean master is often extremely concerned that the fit of the graceful band will be neither too tight nor too loose. The collar is normally worn snugly, indeed so much so that if the snap of a slave lease is used the girl will normally suffer some discomfort."
Priest Kings page 158
The commmon collar is a flat, snugly fitting steel band, locking at the back of the neck
"The common Gorean collar, on the other hand, is a flat, snugly fitting steel band. Both collars lock in the back, behind the girl's neck."
Nomads page 16
The collar is hinged
"Most Gorean collars, decorated or not, are basically a flat, circular band, hinged, which locks snugly about the girl's neck."
Slave Girl page 251
The name of her master and his city
Slave girls almost never escape. The major reason for this is the steel collar, which, obdurately encircling her neck, read, promptly identifies her master and his city. Almost no one, of course, would think of removing a collar from a girl, unless it would be to replace it with one of his own.
Slave Girl page 96
This collar shows the slave is to be returned to the Whip Master in the Central Cylinder of Ar
She had already donned the livery intended to resemble the state livery of Ar, and I had earlier put on her neck the collar designed to resemble a state collar. Indeed, I had even a few days ago, stopped a state slave, to check her collar. "RETURN ME TO THE WHIP MASTER OF THE CENTRAL CYLINDER" read the legend on the collar. I picked up the small cloak she had worn, and put it about her shoulders.
Magicians page 372
This collar designates a slave as part of the cargo of a particular ship
"'What sort of collar do you wear?'
'A shipping collar, Master. It shows that I am a portion of the cargo of the Palms of Schendi.'"
Explorers page 79 - 80
Collar designates a slave as a paga slave of a certain tavern
I was Teela, a paga slave of the Belled Collar. That could be read, I understood, on the close-fitting steel collar I wore, a ten-hort collar.
Slave Girl page 294
Collar designating slave to be sent to new owner
I no longer wore the black, enameled, belled collar, and snide ring, of the Chatka and Curla.
I heard men shouting, and saw them running. There seemed excitement below.
I now wore a ship collar, of locked steel, gray, with its destination tag. The tag, I had been told, read: "Send me to the Lady Elicia of Ar, of Six Towers."
Slave Girl page 355
Collar designating a slave as property of the House of Cernus
He fingered the collar on her throat, yellow enameled over steel. It bore the legend: I am the property of the House of Cernus.
Assassin
Turian collar is not flat, a round ring and fits loosely on the neck
Turian collar is more difficult to engrave but will bear some legend
"She wore the Turian collar, rather than the common slave collar. The Turian collar lies loosely on the girl, a round ring; it fits so loosely that, when grasped in a man's fist, the girl can turn within it; the common Gorean collar, on the other hand, is a flat, snugly fitting steel band. Both collars lock in the back, behind the girl's neck. The Turian collar is more difficult to engrave, but it, like the flat collar, will bear some legend assuring that the girl, if found, will be promptly returned to her master."
Nomads page 29
Turian collars seen occasionally in northern cities
The Turian collar, too, a looser ring of steel, large enough for a man’s fist to grasp on the girl’s throat, was occasionally seen now in the northern cities.
Captive page 160
He went to his desk and, from one of its drawers, drew forth an opened slave collar. It was unlike most of the Gorean collars. It was a Turian collar. Most Gorean collars, decorated or not, are basically a flat, circular band, hinged, which locks snugly about the girl’s neck. The Turian collar, on the other hand, fits more loosely and resembles a hinged ring, looped about the throat. A man can get his fingers inside a Turian collar and use it to drag the girl to him. It does not fit loosely enough to permit its being slipped, of course. Gorean collars are not made to be slipped by the girls who wear them.
Slave Girl page 251-252
Riveted collar of black iron with a projecting ring
"I took it from these indications, she had learned her collar in the south; probably originally it had been a lock collar, snugly fitting, of steel; now, of course, it had been replaced with the riveted collar of black iron, with the projecting ring, so useful for running a chain through, or for padlocking, or linking on an anvil, with a chain. The southern collar, commonly, lacks such a ring."
Marauders page 166
"About her neck, riveted, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring, to which a chain might be attached."
Marauders page 85
"'Look up at me,' said the smith.
The slender, blond girl, tears in her eyes, looked up at him.
He opened the hinged collar of black iron, about a half inch in height. He put it about her throat. It also contained a welded ring, suitable for the attachment of a chain.
'Put your head beside the anvil,' he said.
He took her hair and threw it forward, and thrust her neck against the left side of the anvil. Over the anvil lay the joining ends of the two pieces of the collar. The inside of the collar was separated by a quarter of an inch from her neck. I saw the fine hairs on the back of her neck. On one part of the collar are two, small, flat, thick rings. On the other is a single such ring. These rings, when the wings of the collar are joined, are aligned, those on one wing on top and bottom, that on the other in the center. They fit closely together, one on top of the other. The holes in each, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter, too, of course, are perfectly aligned.
The smith, with his thumbs, forcibly, pushed a metal rivet through the three holes. The rivet fits snuggly.
'Do not move your head, Bond-maid,' said the smith.
Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he riveted the iron collar about her throat.
A man then pulled her by the hair from the anvil and threw her to one side. She lay there weeping, a naked bond-maid, marked and collared."
Marauders page 87
High beaded collars, tied in the front by rawhide string
Each tribe uses a variation in styles and knots
The colors and arrangements used on the collar signify the master
"The red savages do not use steel collars. They use high, beaded collars, tied together in the front by a rawhide string. Subtle differences in the styles of collars, and in the knots with which they are fastened on the girls' necks, differentiate the tribes. Within a given tribe the beading, in its arrangements and colors, identifies the particular master. This is a common way, incidentally, for warriors to identify various articles which they own."
Savages page 102
used when slaves are part of cargo being transported for sale
"'What sort of collar do you wear?'
'A shipping collar, Master. It shows that I am a portion of the cargo of the Palms of Schendi.'"
Explorers page 79 - 80
I no longer wore the black, enameled, belled collar, and snide ring, of the Chatka and Curla.
I heard men shouting, and saw them running. There seemed excitement below.
I now wore a ship collar, of locked steel, gray, with its destination tag. The tag, I had been told, read: "Send me to the Lady Elicia of Ar, of Six Towers."
Slave Girl page 355
In a large slaver house with many slaves (4,000 - 6,000 are numbers mentioned in the books) a variety of collars are used to designate various slaves easily
Here Samos chooses a "common house collar" for a new slave in his slaver house
"You are too beautiful not to be a slave," said Samos.
"No!" she cried. "No!"
"Take her below," said Samos to one of the two guards flanking the woman. "Put the iron to her body, left thigh, common Kajira mark, and, I think, for the time, a common house collar will do for her." She looked at him, aghast. Then her two arms were seized by the guards.
Players
White enamel collar
The meal was served by slave girls in white tunics, each wearing a white-enameled collar. These would be girls in training, some of them perhaps White Silk Girls, being accustomed to the routines and techniques of serving at table.
One of them carried a large pitcher of the diluted Ka-la-na wine and stepped behind us, climbing the two steps to the broad wooden dais on which our tables were set. She bent over my left shoulder woodenly, her body stiff. "Wine, Master?'' she asked.
Assassin page 88
Red enameled collars
At the wall on my right there were fifteen slave rings. To each, on furs, there was chained, by the left ankle, a bare-breasted girl about whose waist there was knotted a scarlet cord, in which was thrust a long, narrow rectangle of red silk. About their throats were matching red-enameled collars. Their lips were rouged and they wore eye-shadow. Some glistening red substance had been sprinkled on their hair. Following the meal, I understood, in the House of Cernus, is a time for the pleasure and recreation of the men. There are games and sports, and wagers and song. Paga and Ka-la-na are then, when Cernus would leave, brought forth.
Assassin page 87
In the Slaver House, the collars change as the slaves status and training changes
Elizabeth, with a rustle of chain, sat up, rubbing her eyes. She was attired in a brief gown of red Pleasure Silk, prescribed for her because she was a Red Silk Girl and in training. Virginia and Phyllis, in their cells, would wear similar gowns, but of white silk.
Elizabeth's collar had also been changed. She now wore a red-enameled collar. Virginia and Phyllis, however, Elizabeth had told me, still wore the simple iron collars which had been hammered about their necks by the smith days before.
Assassin
Later, in the eighteenth week of their training, they were given brief silken slave livery, sleeveless, fastened by the loop on the left shoulder. Virginia and Phyllis were given white livery, Elizabeth red. It was at this time also that Virginia and Phyllis had been given their lock collars, white-enameled, and that the slave anklets, the identification bands, had been removed from their left ankles. Elizabeth, at the beginning of her training, had simply exchanged her yellow collar for a red one. She had already been a lock-collar girl.
Assassin
Almost all locks are cylinder locks - of either pin or disk variety
Either six pins or six disks, one for each letter in "kajira"
"The small, heavy lock on a girl's slave collar, incidentally, may be of several varieties, but almost all are cylinder locks, either of the pin or disk variety. In a girl's collar lock there would be either six pins or six disks, one each, it is said, for each letter in the Gorean word for slave, Kajira."
Assassin page 51
"The girl was naked, save that she wore many strings of jewels and armlets. Too, she wore bracelets and anklets of gold, which had been locked upon her, and were belled. Her collar, too, was of gold, and belled. A single pearl, fastened in a setting like a droplet, on a tiny golden chain, was suspended at the center of her forehead."
Rogue page 10 - 11
A marsh vine wrapped about the throat five times as a collar on a Rencer island
"In the cities," she asked, "they have slave collars, do they not?"
"Yes," I said.
Then she had taken a length of marsh vine from a packet on her rence craft.
The, looking up into my eyes, smiling, close to me, her arms about my neck, she insolently wound the vine five times about my neck, and knotted it in front.
"Now," she said, "you have a collar."
Raiders
Binding fiber wrapped about throat five times as a collar
But we had, about the throat of each, wrapped, five times, a length of binding fiber, and knotted it, that this, serving as collar, might mark them as slave.
Raiders
Ho-Hak, sweating, breathing deeply, wildly, his great ears flat against the sides of his head, the iron, riveted collar of the galley slave, with its broken, dangling chain, about his neck, clutching his oar pole, stood with his legs planted widely apart on the rence, at bay.
Raiders
"The girls were then motioned to the anvil. First Virginia and then Phyllis laid their heads and throats on the anvil, head turned to the side, their hands holding the anvil, and the smith, expertly, with his heavy hammer and a ringing of iron, curved the collar about their throats; a space of a quarter of an inch was left between the two ends of the collar; the ends matched perfectly; both Virginia and Phyllis stepped away from the anvil feeling the metal on their throats, both now collared slave girls."
Assassin page 153 - 154
I could see the heavy metal collar hammered about the man's neck, not uncommon in a male slave. His head would have been placed across the anvil, and the metal curved about his neck with great blows.
Hunters page 13
"'Did you note the collar she wore?'
He had not seemed to show much interest in the high thick leather collar that the girl had had sewn about her neck.
'Of course,' he said.
'I myself,' I said, 'have never seen such a collar.'
'It is a message collar,' said Kamback. 'Inside the leather sewn within, will be a message.'"
Nomads page 40
She rose easily from the curule chair and stood before me. She held the opened collar before me. It was slender but sturdy, steel, enameled with white, decorated with tiny flowers in pink, a collar suitable for a woman’s girl. There was printing in the enamel, tiny, exact.
Slave Girl page 309
commands
"You!" said the trainer, gesturing to another girl with his Whip. "To his feet! Beg for love!" This girl hurried forward and knelt before Drusus Rencius. "I beg for love, Master," she whispered. "You!" said the trainer, indicating another girl. She, too, hurried forward. She knelt before Drusus Rencius, her palms on the floor, her head to the very tiles. "I beg for love," she whispered. "I beg for love, Master."
Kajira of Gor 139
You may now beg to be used as a slave," he said. "I beg to be used as a slave, Master," I said.
Kajira of Gor 339
blanket
This, while not technically a command, is still an action the slave should remember. If something is thrown over her head she must remain silent and motionless until freed from it.
I then threw the second blanket, the top blanket over her, covering her completely. When a blanket, or cloak, or covering of any sort, is thrown over a slave like this she may not speak or rise. She must remain as she is, silent, until the master , or some free man, lifts the covering away."
Explorer's of Gor pg 94
Bound by Master's Will:
refers to a slave being commanded to hold position, as though bound, hands clasping opposite wrists until she is released.
"She wore the `bonds of the master's will.' Grunt had put her in them. She could not rise to her feet. Yet there was not a rope or strap on her body. She was `bound by the master's will.' She could not move from this position unless, at the word of a free person, she was freed from it. To break the position otherwise is to be instantly slain."
Blood Brothers of Gor pg 248
harta
The command meaning, literally, "faster".
I shouted to my tarn, in Gorean and in English. 'Har-ta! Har-ta! Faster! Faster!'
Tarnsman of Gor pg 57
"Har-ta!" said Imnak to the girls. "Har-ta!" The expression ‘har-ta’ is Gorean. "Faster! Faster!"
Beasts of Gor pg 191
juice
'Before he had taken the sack from its shelf he had ordered me to the floor of the utility room, to my back on the dusty boards. "Lie there and juice;" he had told me. 'Waste no time ebout it." I had lain there and, briefly, shut my eyes and thought of his might and power, and my helpless slavery, and then I was ready, almost in a moment, to recieve his lie and had me swiftly.
Kajira of Gor 275
unspoken commands
It is important that a slave be alert to their Master as commands are not always given orally
Nadu
He suddenly snapped his fingers and, in the swift double gesture of the Gorean Master, pointed to a place on the dirt floor before him, almost simultaneously turning his hand, spreading the first and index fingers, pointing downwards. I fled to him and knelt before him, my knees in the dirt, in the position of the pleasure slave, my head down, trembling.
Captive of Gor pg. 143
Leading Position
"I held my left hand open, at my waist. She stiffened, and looked at me, angrily. I opened and closed my left hand once. I saw her training in Gorean customs had been thorough. But she never thought that such a gesture would be used to her. She came beside me, and a bit behind me, and, crouching, put her head down, deeply. I fastened my hand in her hair."
Beasts of Gor pg. 409
"`And if they should snap their fingers and point to the floor?' I asked. `Then I would swiftly lie before them, and as a slave,' she said."
Rogue of Gor pg. 102
on the snap
If a slave is in the service of a Free, and He snaps His fingers, without further motions, she goes to His feet and kneels. If she is at His feet already, she stands.
"I snapped my fingers. She knelt. I snapped my fingers again. She stood."
Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 215
"I snapped my fingers.
`Yes Master,' she said. She approached the sound and knelt before me."
Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 248
orgasm/yielding
' "You may now yield, Lady Sheila," he said, "as you have begged, as a slave."
"Thank you, Master!" I cried, and threw my head back elation and gratitude, and freed myself of feeling, and, as He mastered me, cried out my slave's submission to him.
Kajira of Gor
'Then, after a time, at last, he permitted her her slave's yielding, and in it she cried out her slavery, and her submission to men, and, specifically, to he who was her master of the evening.'
Kajira of Gor
run
When this command is given, the slave runs toward her objective, taking short rapid steps, with her legs almost straight, her feet hardly leaving the floor. As she moves her back is straight, her head is turned to the left, and her arms are at her sides, her palms facing outward at a 45 degree angle to her body. Upon reaching her objective she drops gracefully to her knees and typically resumes the position of Nadu.
"I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer's motion than a true run."
Assassin of Gor pg. 45
she-quadruped
This is not technically a position but is definitely a command sometimes used for punishment. When ordered into this mode the slave stays on all fours, like an animal, and cannot speak or reach for things with her hands. she is kept quite definitely as only a mute pet much like any sleen would act. Sometimes the slave is even taught tricks she must learn without the help of verbal clues.
In this form of slavery, which is commonly used for disciplinary purposes, or for the amusement of the Master, the woman is not permitted to arise from all fours; similarly she is not permitted human speech, though she may signify needs and desires by such means as cringing, and moaning and whimpering. Not permitted the use of her hands, save as a means of locomotion, she must also eat and drink from pans set on the floor, or, sometimes to satisfy her thirst, she must lap the water permitted to her from puddles or lick pillages from the tiles; too, it is no uncommon to chain her near her master's feet, while he dines, that he may, if he wishes, throw her scraps of food. She will also be taught tricks, through which paces she may be put for the entertainment of her master's guests, such things as begging, lying down, rolling over, and fetching his sandals in her teeth. And, needless to say, when her master wishes to use her sexually, it will be a position common to the she-quadruped.
Guardsman of Gor pg. 225
slavelips
When this command is given, the slave turns her head up to the Master, her lips pursed in a sensual kissing position. She remains motionless, her lips thusly puckered, and may not move until she is granted the kiss of a Master.
Similarly, I was not required to respond to certain sorts of commands, for example, to make "slave lips," pursing my lips for kissing, or to writhe slowly before my viewers.
Kajira of Gor pg. 224
"A girl who is commanded to make slave lips, or who receives the command, `Slave lips,' must form her mouth for kissing. She then, commonly, is not permitted to break this lips position until she kisses or is kissed. Needless to say, a girl cannot speak when her lips are in the unbroken, fully pursed slave lips position. The command which commonly follows the `Slave lips' command is, `Please me.'"
Blood Brothers of Gor pg. 11
stake command
"when chained at a stake the with this command the slave lies down and is not permitted to rise even to her knees."
Vagabonds of Gor pg 386
The handling & experiences of earth girls, barbarians, as new slaves on Gor
Arrival on Gor
Confused
Frightened
Knows nothing of Gor
"Her story," I said, "is similar to those of many others. Abduction, transportation to Gor, slavery. She knows nothing. She scarcely understands, now, the meaning of her collar.
Tribesmen
It is difficult for me to conjecture what happened.
I did not know how long I was unconscious.
I know only that I awakened, stunned, bewildered, lying on my stomach, head turned to the side, on grass. My fingers tore down at the roots. I wanted to scream. But I did not move. The events of the August afternoon and night flashed through my memory. I shut my eyes. I must go back to sleep. I must awaken again, between the white satin sheets in my penthouse. But the pressing of fresh grass against my cheek told me I was no longer in the penthouse, in surroundings with which I was familiar.
I got up to my hands and knees.
I squinted toward the sun. Somehow it seemed not the same to me. I moved my hand. I pressed my foot against the earth.
I threw up with horror.
I knew I was no longer on my world, on the world I knew. It was another world, a different world, one I did not know, one strange to me.
Captive
introduction to gor
This girl awoke in a field on Gor, found a caravan passing nearby
She does not speak gorean and does not understand them
She is immediately stripped, whipped, and put to work
Instantly I was stripped before him.
I screamed. The girls at the wagon tongue laughed.
"Kajira!" cried one of the men, pointing at my thigh.
Every inch of me blushed red.
"Kajira!" laughed Targo. "Kajira!" laughed the others. I heard the girls at the wagon tongue laughing, and clapping their hands.
Tears were running out of Targo’s eyes, tiny in the fat of his face.
Then, suddenly, he seemed angry.
He spoke again, sharply.
I was thrown forward on my face and stomach on the grass. The two men who had been holding my wrists continued to do so, but they held them apart and over my head, pressed down to the grass. Two other men came and held my ankles apart, they, too, pressed down to the grass.
"Lana!" cried Targo.
One of the other men went to the wagon tongue. I could not see what he did there. But I heard a girl laugh. In a moment she had left the wagon tongue and was standing somewhere behind me.
Then I was whipped.
The girl struck, with her small fierce strength, again and again, over and over, viscously, fiercely, as hard as she could, again and again. I cried out, and screamed and sobbed, and struggled. The handful of slender leather straps was merciless. I bit at the grass. I could not breathe. I could not see for tears. Again and again! "Please stop!" I cried. But then I could cry out no longer. There was only the grass and the tears and the pain of the straps, striking again and again.
I suppose the beating lasted normally for only a few seconds, surely not for more than a minute.
Targo said something to the girl, Lana, and the stinging rain of leather stopped.
The two men at my ankles released them. The two men who held my wrists pulled me up to my knees. I must have (pg. 54) been in shock. I could not focus my eyes. I heard the girls laughing at the wagon tongue. I threw up on the grass. The men pulled me away from where I had vomited and another, from behind, holding my hair, pushed my face down to the ground, to the clean grass, and, turning my head, wiped the vomit from my mouth and chin.
Then I was pulled again up and placed, on my knees, the men holding my wrists, before Targo.
She then, still not speaking gorean, is strapped into a harness with the other slaves and begins immediately the work of a slave, pulling the wagons and carts of the caravan under the lash of a whip
Captive
Taught with switches by other slaves
Expected to learn swiftly
I was pleased with how well, in the past months, Elizabeth had done with the language. Of course, Kamchak had rented three Turian girls, slaves, to train her; they had done so, binding her wrists and leading her about the wagons, teaching her the words for things, beating her with switches when she made mistakes; Elizabeth had learned quickly. She was an intelligent girl.
It had been hard for Elizabeth Cardwell, particularly the first weeks. It is not an easy transition to make, that from a bright, lovely young secretary in a pleasant, fluorescently lit, air-conditioned office on Madison Avenue in New to a slave girl in the wagon of Tuchuk warrior.
Nomads
I turned away from her and, following Samos, left the chamber. "She will have to learn Gorean, and quickly," said Samos, referring to the blondish girl.
"Let slaves, with switches, teach her," I said.
"I will," said Samos. There was no swifter way for an Earth girl to learn Gorean, providing that candies and pastries, and little favors, like a blanket in the pen, were mixed in. Learning was closely associated, even immediately, with reward and, punishment. Sometimes, months later, even when not under the switch, a girl would, upon a mistake in grammar or vocabulary, wince, as though expecting a fresh sting of the switch.
Goreans do not coddle their slave girls. This is one of the first lessons a girl learns.
Tribesmen
May be boarded with a Slave Master for training
"She does not speak Gorean," I told him.
He smiled. "She will learn swiftly," he said.
Then the officer and I discussed details of training. He would include in her training the regime of the stimulation cage. For the first five nights, following my recommendation, she would wear the rope harness. After that it would be used, if necessary, for discipline.
"Let her, however," I said, "meet the eyes of her trainer, and of other males. I do not wish her to become the love slave of the first man into whose eyes she is permitted to gaze."
"I understand," said the man.
"Is there anything else?" I asked.
"Do we have complete food and whip rights over her?" he asked.
"Certainly, "I said.
....
"These are the public pens of Tor. You are here for boarding and training. You will begin to learn Gorean. You will learn as a child learns, without the benefit of translation. You will learn swiftly. You will also he exercised and receive slave instruction."
"Slave instruction?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Is this clear, Alyena?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
"If you are uncooperative, or slow in your lessons, you may be starved or beaten--lashed--you understand?"
"Yes, Master," said the girl, her eyes wide.
I threw a silver tarsk to the official. He clapped his hands. Through a silver curtain, of silver strings, came a large, powerful slave girl. She wore a plain iron collar, with ring. She wore a halter of leather: she wore a belt of leather; two strips of leather girded her, falling to her knees: about her calves, crossing, leather straps bound heavy sandals on her feet. In her hand she carried a long supple kaiila quirt of leather, about a half inch in width and a yard long.
The large female slave feasted her eyes on the slender, lovely Alyena. Then she gestured with her quirt toward the threshold of silver strings. "Hurry, Pretty One," she said to Alyena, in Gorean, harshly.
Miserably, Alyena, understanding what was required of her, fled to the threshold.
There she turned to regard me. The quirt fell, viciously, across her shoulder. Crying out with pain, the lovely Alyena turned, and, weeping, stumbling, fled through the curtain of silver strings, to the pens of Tor.
Tribesmen
Another earth girl finds herself in Port Kar, in the House of Samos
"Return me to Earth," she said.
"Take her below to the pens," said Samos, "and sell her off."
"What did he say!" she demanded.
"Is she to be branded?" asked the guard.
"Yes," said Samos, "the common brand."
"What did he say!" she cried. Each of the two guards flanking her had now taken her by an arm. She looked very small between them. I thought the common Kajira mark would be exquisite in her thigh.
"Left thigh," I suggested.
"Yes, left thigh," said Samos to one of the guards. I liked the left-thigh branded girl. A right-handed master may caress it while he holds her in his left arm.
"Give me back my clothing!" she cried.
Samos glanced at the bundle of clothing. "Burn this," he said.
The girl watched, horrified, as one of the guardsmen took the clothing and, piece by piece, threw it into a wide copper bowl of burning coals. "No!" she cried. "No!"
The two guards then held her arms tightly and prepared in conduct her to the pens.
She looked with horror at the burnt remnants, the ashes, of her clothing.
She now wore only what Gorean men had given her, a scrap of slave livery, and a ring hammered about her neck.
She threw her head about, moving the ring. For the first time she seemed truly aware of it.
She looked at me, terrified. The guards' hands were on her upper arms. Their hands were tight.
"What are they going to do!" she cried.
"You are to be taken to the pens," I said.
"The pens!" she asked.
"There," I said, "you will be stripped and branded."
"Branded?" she said. I do not think she understood me. Her Earth mind would find this hard to understand. She was not yet cognizant of Gorean realities. She would learn them swiftly. No choice would be given her.
"Is she to be sold red-silk?" I asked Samos.
He looked at the girl. "Yes," he said. The guards grinned. It would be a girl who knew herself as a woman when she ascended the block.
....
"No!" she screamed. "No!"
"Then," I said, "you will be raped, and taught your womanhood. When you have learned your womanhood, you will be caged. Later you will be sold."
"No!" she cried. "No!"
"Take her away," said Samos.
The guards' hands tightened even more on the beauty's arms. She might as well have been bound in steel. She must go as they conducted her.
....
"What language is it here which they speak?" she asked.
I smiled.
"Gorean," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"And I must learn it quickly?" she said.
"Yes," I said. "You must learn it quickly, or be slain. Gorean men are not patient"
"-Gorean," she said.
"It is the language of your masters," I said.
"-Of my masters?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Surely you know that you are a slave girl."
"No!" she cried. "No! No! No! No!"
"Take her away," said Samos.
The girl was dragged, screaming and sobbing, from our presence, to the pens.
....
We heard her screaming down the corridor, and then she cried out in pain, and was silent. The guards, wearied by her outcries, had simply cuffed her to silence. Sometimes a girl is permitted to scream. Sometimes she is not It depends on the will of the man. When she is branded a girl is commonly permitted to scream, at least for a time. But we would not hear that screaming, for, when it was done, she would be below, and far away, in the pens.
Beasts
Doreen, in Dancer, is brought to Gor and trained with other earth girls
) I screamed suddenly under it awakening under it startled not believing it not expecting it the suddenness it was like lightning the cracking sound like the sky breaking the snap like fire my body wrenching I pulling upwards the chain on my neck I fell to my side I pulled at the chain then the snap again no no please no so sharp so loud the fire the pain I screamed I was naked the chain cut my neck "Kneel," he snarled, "head to the floor," I sobbing obeyed.
"So," said he, "the modern woman under the whip."
....
"Look up," he said. "Kneel, kneel straightly. Put your hands on your thighs. Head up. Split your knees. More widely, slut!"
I obeyed.
I was then kneeling before him, straightly, my head up, my hands on my thighs, my knees widely spread, the chain from my collar dangling down before me, between my breasts, I could feel it on my body, and going back, between my knees, to a ring. I was terrified. I thought I must be mad. My body was in pain. There seemed something different here. The air was different, a thousand times, it seemed, cleaner and fresher. I had never known such air existed to be breathed. It made me feel somehow charged and alive. The whip seemed still, hot and terrible, to burn on my body.
....
"Where am I?" I begged.
"On my world," he said, simply.
....
"Your life is going to be different now," he said, "quite different, dramatically different in a number of ways."
"Your world?" I begged.
"Yes," he said.
"Another planet?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
....
I dared not meet his eyes directly. I saw the whip in his hand. Men on this world, I suspected, were not patient with women, or at least women such as I.
"What is to be done with me, on this world?" I asked.
"You are not wearing clothes," he said, as though he might be just noticing this.
"No," I said.
"You are chained by the neck," he said.
"Yes," I said.
"I think it must be obvious," he said.
I shuddered. I wondered what it might be like, to be a female on a world like this, or the sort of female I was, on a world like this, where, unlike Earth, men had not been weakened.
"You are afraid, aren’t you, slut?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Good," he said. "That is as it should be. And you have every right to be afraid, I assure you, even, indeed, far more afraid than you can even begin to understand now."
....
I could understand him. To be sure, my grasp of this language still left much to be desired. There were still many words, even common words, I did not know, and sometimes I could not follow even elementary constructions. I think, however, all things considered, that it could not be gainsaid that my progress in it had been remarkable. I was the quickest of my Earth sisters in this respect.
....
We had learned that not only the quality and nature of our life on this world, but perhaps our very survival, could be contingent on our success in understanding and speaking this language. Too, we were often accorded private instructresses. These girls, though collared, and doubtless branded, as we were, wore brief tunics, which put them immeasurably above us. How we envied them! Too, they carried long, supple leather quirts. These they used on us when not satisfied with our responses, or progress. I had been quirted, but not often. My usual instructress was "Tina," the name which she had been given on this world. I do not know what her original name had been. she had once been from Pittsburgh. I think she was a good instructress, and she had helped me much. A part of my success, I am sure, was due to her. She was supposed to be one of the best instructresses. They had assigned her to me. She was exacting. More than once I had felt her quirt. The instructresses, of course, had their own report lines. If their charges did not do well they, themselves, were held responsible. I recalled seeing one of the instructresses stripped and whipped because the skill levels of her charge were judged insufficient. After that, for better than a week, she was permitted only a half tunic. She began, then, to use two hands on her quirt. Almost immediately her pupil improved her performances considerably.
Dancer
Slave girls being put through their paces on Gor
Serving a cup of paga
Simply a scene in which a girls first efforts at a task are not accepted. She is commanded and prodded to improve - to give more
Not allowed to skip the kissing of his cup in her serve
"Did you not neglect to kiss it?’ I asked her.
She drew back the cup and, pressing her lips to it, kissed it.
Efforts not accepted, prodded to do better
"Is that how a slave kisses the cup of a master?" I asked.
She again turned her head to the side and pressed her lips softly, lingeringly, against it. Then she kissed it. I saw a tremor course through her body. I think , then, for the first time, she had begun to understand what it might be truly, to kiss the cup of a master. Then again, kneeling back on her heels, her knees wide, extending her arms to me, the cup in her hands, she proffered me the drink.
Mistakes in her positioning are not allowed to pass, they are pointed out and corrected
"Your head should be down, between your arms," I said. She put her head down. Again I saw a small movement in her body, a tremor, subtle. She had put her head down before a man. Another consequence of this position is that the girl’s eyes, in the specific act of her serving, do not meet those of the master. They are lowered before his, as one who submits.
This is also reminiscent, in an experienced girl, of her training. Often, in training, a girl is not permitted to look into the eyes of the trainer, unless he should specifically extend this permission. Indeed, in some cities, the girl in training may not raise her eyes above the trainer’s belt, unless, again, specifically accorded this permission.
"Speak," I said to her.
"Your paga, Master," she said.
But I did not take the paga.
Commanded to offer more, to show her knowledge, again and again
"Do you know other phrases?" I asked. There were many, actually, and they tended to vary from tavern to tavern, and from city to city. There was, really, no standardization in such matters.
She trembled, head down, proffering me the paga.
"Your girl brings you drink, Master," she said.
"Any others?" I asked.
"Here is your drink, Master," she said. "I beg to serve you further in any way I may."
"Another," I said.
"Do not forget I come with the price of the cup," she said. "Use me as you will, Master."
"Another," I said sharply.
"For your pleasure," she said, "I bring you paga and a slave."
"Personalized phrase," I said.
"E.," she said.
"Evelyn," I corrected her.
"Evelyn tenders drink humbly to Master," she said. "Evelyn hopes Master will later find her suitable to give him pleasure."
"Another," I said.
"I am Evelyn," she said. "I serve you, naked and collared. Take me later to the alcove. I beg to be taught my slavery."
I then took the paga. "You may now serve others," I said to her.
"You made her serve well," said Shaba.
"Thank you," I said.
Explorers
Commanded to perform positions
A slave put through her paces with positions
Commanded to perform them one after another for the Master
"Lesha," snapped the second officer to the blond girl.
She spun from facing him, and lifted her chin, turning her head to the left, placing her wrists behind her, as though for snapping them into slave bracelets.
"Nadu!" he snapped.
She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide.
It was the position of the pleasure slave.
"Sula, Kajira!" said the man.
She slid her legs from under her and lay on her back, her hands at her sides, palms up. her legs open.
"Bara, Kajira!" he said.
She rolled quickly to her stomach, placing her wrists behind her, crossed, and crossing her ankles, ready to be bound.
"She is a pretty thing," said Ulafi, and turned away.
"Yes," I said.
"Sula!" said the man. "Bara! Nadu! Lesha! Nadu! Bara! Sula! Nadu!"
The girl was gasping. There were tears in her eyes, as she knelt on the deck. Once she had been struck when her transition between two of the movements had been insufficiently beautiful. Another time she had been struck when her response had been insufficiently prompt.
Explorers
Put through paces on display
"Stand!" said the merchant. "Head back! Hands behind head! Bend backwards! Farther! Farther!" He turned to us. "Acceptable," he said. Then to the girl he issued orders, rapidly, harshly. I watched, with interest, as the girl, tears in her eyes, responded to his swiftly issued, abrupt commands. For more than four Ehn he put her through a swift, staccato regimen of movement, a set of slave paces, assessment paces, designed to exhibit, vulnerably, decisively and publicly, her beauty, in all of it major attitudes and positions.
"Hands on hips! Be insolent! Hands behind back! Hands crossed before you, as though bound! Hands at throat, as though chained to collar, fingers before mouth! Fall to the floor! Kneel! Head down! Head up! Bend backwards! Farther! Roll to the floor, on your side, on your back, right leg high, now flexed, left leg high, now flexed, to your side, right leg extended, palms on floor, left leg extended, palms on floor! Appear angry! Appear frightened! Appear aroused! Smile!" He did this with the same swift, expert objectivity, and clinical detachment, that a physician might bring to a routine medical examination; this examination, of course, was a beauty examination, assessing the desirability of a female slave. The whip cracked again.
Tribesmen
Commanded to give more while dancing
Even an exquisite well-trained dancer is commanded in her performance
Those at the table paid us little attention. All eyes were on the dark-haired dancer, the skirt of diaphanous scarlet dancing silk low upon her hips. Her hands moved as though she might be, starved with desire, picking flowers from a wall in a garden. One saw almost the vines from which she plucked them, and how she held them to her lips, and, at times, seemed to press herself against the wall which confined her. Then she turned and, as though alone, danced her need before the men.
...
I idly observed the dancer. Her eyes were on me. It seemed, in her hands, she held ripe fruits for me, lush larma, fresh picked. Her wrists were close together, as though confined by the links of slave bracelets. She touched the imaginary larma to her body, caressing her swaying beauty with it, and then, eyes piteous, held her hands forth, as though begging me to accept the lush fruit. Men at the table clapped their hands on the wood, and looked at me. Others smote their left shoulders. I smiled.
...
The girl now knelt before me, her body obedient still, trembling, throbbing, to the melodious, sensual command of the music.
...
I reached across the table and took her in my arms and dragged her, turning her, and threw her on her back on the table before me. I lifted her to me, and thrust my lips to her, crushing her slave lips beneath mine. Her eyes shone. I held her from me. She lifted her lips to mine.
I did not permit her to touch me. I jerked her to her feet and, half turning her, ripping her silk from her, hurled her to the map floor, where she half lay, half crouched one leg beneath her, looking at me, stripped save for her collar, the brand, the armlets, bells, the anklets, with fury.
"Please us more," I told her. Her eyes blazed. "And do not rise from the floor, Slave," I told her. The music, which had stopped, began again.
She turned furiously, yet gracefully, extending a leg, touching an ankle, moving her hands up her leg, looking at me over her shoulder, and then rolled, and writhed, as though beneath the lash of masters.
"You discipline her well," said Samos, smiling.
I grinned.
The girl now, on her belly, yet subtly to the music, crawled toward us, lifted her hand piteously to us.
...
The dancer now lay on her back and the music was visible in her breathing, and in small movements of her head, and hands. Her hands were small and lovely.
She lay on the map floor, her head turned toward us. She was covered with sweat.
I snapped my fingers and her legs turned under her, and she was kneeling, head back, dark hair on the tiles.
Her bands moved, delicate, lovely. Slowly, if permitted, she would rise to an erect kneeling position; her hands, as she lifted herself, extended toward us.
Four times said I "No," each time my command forcing her head back, her body bent, to the floor, and such time again, to the music, she lifted her body to an erect kneeling position. The last position of her body to rise was her beautiful head. The collar was at her throat. Her dark eyes, smoldering, vulnerable, reproachful , regarded me. Still did the move to the music, which had not yet released her.
With a gesture I permitted her to rise to her feet. "Dance your body, Slave," I told her, "to the guests of Samos."
Angrily the girl, man by man, slowly, meaningfully, danced her beauty to each guest. They struck the tables, and cried out. More than one reached to clutch her but each time, swiftly, she moved back.
Tribesmen
TEACHING SLAVES TO BE SENSUAL IN ALL MOVEMENT
Slaves (most often in slaver houses) taught to move in ways which are beautiful and attractive to men...
To stand
To sit
To turn
To lift head and lower it
To kneel
To rise
But I was taught to dance, and to give pleasure, and to stand, and move, and sit and turn, and lift my head and lower it, and kneel, and rise."
Captive of Gor, pg. 169
Taught not to bend over but instead to lower to a crouch to pick things up
For example, we were taught how to serve at a table, deferentially, skillfully, unobtrusively and, for the most part, silently, and how to move and walk, and kneel and rise, gracefully, and even such a tiny, interesting things, as how to pick up a fallen, object, by crouching down, retrieving it, rather than bending over,...
Dancer
The slave, for example, and this is commonly included in their training, seldom bends over to retrieve a fallen object. Rather she flexes her knees, lowering the body beautifully, and retrieves the object from a graceful and humble crouch. "
Mercenaries of Gor" p. 207
Subtle movements, while in position
Rising a bit from heels
Hands moving on thighs
Shoulders & belly moving
Eyes lively and vital
A girl, incidentally, in the position of the Gorean pleasure slave, but who is not being kept in position as a discipline, in which case she remains rigid, is allowed much subtle latitude, which she exploits, without breaking the position. Sometimes, as she becomes animated, she rises a bit from her heels, sometimes her hands move on her thighs, her shoulders and belly move, her head moves, her eyes are live and vital, she speaks and laughs, and, radiantly, every inch, every bit, of her alive, converses lyrically and delightedly.
"Slave Girl of Gor" (page 36)
Beauty in the smallest of her movements
A woman can be very beautiful simply greeting her master, head down, at the door of his chambers, She can be very beautiful in doing so small a thing as pouring his wine, eyes downcast, gracefully, as his slave. Perhaps she is a bit more beautiful, however when she kneels, helplessly before you or lies piteously at your feet supplicating you to satisfy her slave need.
Perhaps she is most beautiful when she, collared in your arms, cries out in orgasm, acknowledging you as her master.
Explorers of Gor; page 343
Movements are sensual, graceful, fluid
The hips of the dancer now moved, seemingly in isolation from the rest of her body, though her wrists and hands, ever so slightly moved to the music. "You cannot even move like that now." I told the blondish girl. "Yet muscles can be trained. You will be taught to move like a woman, not a puppet of wood." I grinned down at her. "You will be taught to be sensual."
Tribesmen
Slave girls walk proudly
'Most female slaves,' said Hassan, 'walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them.
Tribesmen
Taught to stand with beauty - back straight, head high, belly in, hip turned
"Stand as a slave," he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
"Excellant," said Ladletender, smacking his lips.
"Master is pleased," I said.
"Yes," he said.
Slave Girl
Distance from Master when heeling
"The Gorean slave girl, incidentally, will space herself from her master quite differently in different situations. For example, if she is somewhat farther away, it is easier for her to display herself in all her beauty; if she wishes to wheedle for his caress she may approach quite closely; if she is receiving instructions she may kneel a few feet away; if she is begging to serve his pleasure she may kneel at his feet, perhaps kissing them. She who fears she is to be disciplined will commonly hang back; sometimes too, a girl will fear to approach too closely until the master, by an expression or small sign, indicates that she is not in obvious disfavor and may do so.
Explorers of Gor, p 201
Distance from Master when kneeling
It is customary in the kneeling position to remain back a few feet from the male.
The kneeling position, itself, expresses the servitude of the slave, and her submission,. the distance serves three major purposes.
It symbolizes in the distance, as well as in the differential in height, the social inferiority of the slave to the master.
It puts the slave in a position where all of her, for the master's delight, can be seen.
A kneeling woman is incredibly beautiful. It also puts enough space between the slave and the free male so that the releasing of his rapacity is then likely to require a decision, and is less likely to be simply, reflexively, triggered.
This is regarded as being particularly important when the slave is in the presence of a male who is not her master.
The kneeling position, thus interestingly, can occasionally provide a measure of security, if somewhat tenuous one, for the slave, tending to reduce the some extent the frequency with which, in a culture with such interpersonal proximities, she might otherwise be subjected to unauthorized rape.
This same tiny measure of protection, of course, puts her in much greater danger from her real master, for he, observant her, seeing her kneeling beautifully before him, can also delay in his considerations as to her suitable exploitation.
How shall her use her? What shall he have her do, and so on. To be sure, sometimes he simply takes her and when he wants her and almost by reflexive whim. she is his. The main reason why a slave kneels, of course, aside from such subtle and complex considerations, is simply that she is a slave, and that that position, accordingly, is appropriate for her.
Dancer of Gor, pages 156-157
Palms upward when kneeling as a signal of need & helplessness
"Position!," I snapped.
Swiftly she knelt again, as she had been commanded earlier.
You obey with the alacrity of a slave girl," I observed. If I do not," she said, "I could be punished as one, could I not?" "Yes," I said, "and would be." I walked about her, examining her, She kept her back very straight, and her head up. I was then again before her. I noted that the palm of her hands, so soft, so vulnerable, had turned on her thighs, so that they faced up. Among slave girls this is a common ways of signaling need, helplessness, a desire to please.
Vagabonds of Gor...pg.209
Palms turning upward unconsciously when kneeling
She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no longer knelt quite back on her heels. It was as though she begged to be allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms. But as I looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals.
"Priest Kings of Gor" (pages 234-235)
Running with short rapid steps, legs almost straight, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at sides and palms out
She ran rapidly to a place before the stone platform, before the curule chair of Cernus, where she fell to her knees in the position of pleasure slave, head bowed. I was amused, for she had run as a slave girl is sometimes taught to run, with rapid short steps, her legs almost straight, her feet scarcely leaving the ground, back straight, head turned to the left, arms at her sides, palms out at a forty-five degree angle, more of a dancer's motion than a true run.
Assassin
Serving, leaning forward with knees slightly bent, body graceful
The girl turned and withdrew, then approached again, climbing the stairs, delicately, as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful, and spoke, her voice a whisper in my ear, an invitation, "Wine, Master?" as though offering not wine, but herself.
Assassin
SEXUAL PLEASURES OF MEN ANYTIME ANYWHERE YOU DONT HAVE A CHOICE YOU ARE SLAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anytime, anyplace - when lust strikes a gorean man, a bed is not needed.
Against a wall on a city street
"Cosian slut!" snarled Marcus.
He seized her by the arms and lifted her from her feet, thrusting her back against the wall of the building.
He held her there, off her feet, her back pressed back, hard, against the rough wall.
"Yes," she cried. "Yes!"
"Be thusly used, and as befits you," said he, "slave, and slut of Cos!"
"Yes, my Master!" she wept. She clung about him, her eyes closed, her head back, gasping.
Then he cried out, and lowered her to the stones of the street.
She knelt there, gratefully, sobbing. Her back was bloody. Marcus had not been gentle with the slave. She was holding to his leg.
"Disgusting," said a free woman, drawing her veil more closely about her face.
Did she not know that she, too, if she were a slave, would be similarly subject to a master’s pleasure?
Magicians
On the grass before other men, winning a round of "Girl Catch"
Blindly, hooded, she fled—into the arms of the young blond giant. With a cry of pleasure he seized her and flung her to the grass, pinned beneath him. She was caught.
The referee called out a word, which I would later learn was "Capture," and slapped the man on the shoulder. The other men stepped back. Then, to my horror, I saw Eta, still hooded and bound, in her bells, ravished in the grass.
When the young man had finished with her he stood up and unknotted the hood from his head, casting it aside. Men lifted cups to him and shouted and pounded him upon the back. He was grinning. He had won. He returned to his place. Moneys were exchanged. Eta lay on her side in the grass.
...
In a few moments the referee had returned to her and, by the arms, thrown her again to her feet. She stood unsteadily, trembling, the motion of her body agitating the bells.
He again called the word I was later to learn was "Quarry," and again he put her into motion with the switch. Again the men stalked her. Second place was at stake. She did not run as well this time, but, perhaps because this time there were only four pursuers, performed on the whole commendably. In some two or three minutes she was again taken and, to my horror, was, with pleasure and ruthlessness, again subjected to the indignity of the caught female, her second captor handling her with an audacity and simple physical proprietorship scarcely inferior to that of the first.
How sorry I felt for her, and how, secretly, I envied her. I watched while third place and fourth place were won. The fifth man, when he had removed his hood, was the butt of much good-humored laughing and pushing. He, losing out, had not won the right to ravish the belied beauty.
Slave Girl
Another game of Girl Catch
Four times I ran as quarry in the cruel games of that evening.
Four times was I caught and, on my back in the dirt of that barbarian camp, rudely ravished by whom I knew not.
Slave Girl
On board an enemy ship, with the enemy Captains slave, in the midst of battle.
"I am the slave of Reginald," she said. "Captain of the Tamira."
"Are you aware that there is a battle going on outside?" I inquired.
"Yes," she said, uneasily, squirming, naked, in the berth.
...
"Why did Artemidorus, the first officer, when he inquired as to your readiness, not attempt to enter the cabin, and check you by hand?"
"None may touch me save Reginald, my master," She said, proudly, "unless I have displeased him.
"Oh," she cried. "Oh!"
"Have you forgotten, so soon," I asked, "pretty slave, to whom it is that you now belong?"
"To you," she said, "to you, Master! Ohl"
"It seems you are still simmering, little sweet, little delicacy," I said.
She looked at me, wildly. "Your touch!" she whispered. "What is it doing to me?" Then she lifted her body, piteously, the sweet, rounded centralities of her, to me. Then I took her by the hips, holding her, pressing my thumbs into the sides of her belly. She recoiled, frightened. "Show me mercy," she said.
"No," I said.
I pulled the portion of the wadded strip of scarlet sheet, wet and heavy, out of her mouth, a portion of the same, and still attached to it, that I had used earlier to blindfold her. I had thrust it in her mouth to muffle her cries. She was moaning softly, and kissing at me.
"I see that you are still simmering," I said.
"Simmering?" she laughed, ruefully, softly. "You brought me to a boil, and then, when you had well tasted of me, let me subside, and then again, when it pleased you, made me simmer, and then again brought me to a boil, and then again made me simmer, and then, once again, brought me to a boil."
I brushed back some blond hair from her face.
"You well know how to prepare a girl for your delectation, Master," she whispered. "Surely you are a gourmet of slave use, a master chef well trained in the art of preparing delicious slave viands for the satisfaction of your lustful hungers."
Guardsman
In the bath tub
I then flung her on her back in the water and she struggling, gasping, trying to keep her head above water, again had her.
Then I thrust her up, half sitting, half lying, against the edge of the tub. She turned her head toward me, gasping. The blindfold was sopped, but secure. Her hair and body were soaked and wet. The cord loops, soaked, were still tight on her small wrists. Her body, wet, was interesting to touch. Then I again had her. "Master," she sobbed.
Rogue
In a canoe, with others
"I desire no other," she said, turning her head to face him. I could smell the heat of her. "Are you now going to claim me, as your slave?" she asked. They seemed oblivious of the others in the canoe. Yet had they not been, it would have made no difference, for the girl was only a slave.
"I claim you, Tende," said he, "as my slave."
"Are you going to take the rights of the Master?" she asked.
"When, and as I please," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said. "Oh!" she said, forced down, roughly, in the canoe.
"I claim you, Tende, daughter of my hated enemy, Aibu," he said, "as my slave, and now, for the first time, I assert over you the full and uncompromising rights of my mastery."
"Yes, Master," she said. "Yes, Master."
Ayari and I, and the two bare-breasted, lovely white slaves, property girls, each of us now with a paddle, not speaking, propelled the long canoe quietly eastward.
Explorers
Being pleased orally while carrying a girl upside down to the bedroom
"Shall I heel my Master to his bedroom," she asked, "or does he desire that I precede him?"
"I shall carry you," I said.
"As Master wishes," she said, breathlessly.
I put my hands on her.
"Oh!@ she said.
I then rubbed my fingers and smelled my hand. "Slaves, too, it seems," I said, "sometimes find it difficult to conceal their desire"
"Yes, Master," she laughed.
"Oh!@ she said. "You are going to carry me like this," she asked, "upside down and in front of you?"
"Yes," I said, "and as I ascend the stairs slowly, you will please me."
"Yes, Master," she laughed.
At the top of the stairs I stopped, and shuddered, and cried out.
"Perhaps I should have gagged Master," she said.
I then carried her, over my shoulder, into the bedroom, to throw her to the foot of my couch, beneath the slave ring.
Guardsman
On the floor, in the blood of a recently killed sleen
I crouched before her, and took her by the arms. I was covered with the blood of the sleen. "Master?" she asked. I put her to her back on the tiles in the sleen's blood. I held her so she could not move, and entered her. "Master?" she asked, frightened. I began to caress her from within, deeply, with my manhood. The warm closeness of her body, so beautiful, so helpless, that of an owned slave, clasped me. She began to respond to me, frightened.<BR...
Then I thrust again and again into her, in the strong, increasingly intense rhythms of a savage master until the collared she of her, once that of a civilized girl, screamed and shuddered, and then lay mine, without dignity or pride, shattered, only a yielded, barbarian slave, in my arms.
I stood up, and she lay at my feet collared, in the sleen's blood.
Beasts
"This is the retinue of Constance, Lady in Kassau, enroute to Lydius, returning from the sights of Ar."
"She must be rich," I said. Surely this was true, for her to travel as she did, not in public caravan.
"Stand aside," said the captain.
"A moment, Captain," said I. I looked to the free woman. "I am a man, dear lady," said I, "and am of the warriors. I have journeyed far."
"I do not understand," she said.
"I assume," said I, "that you will linger briefly here, to fill the flasks of water, if not camp for the night."
"What does he want?" she asked.
"He is of the warriors, milady," said the captain.
"Forgive me, Lady," said I, "but my need is much upon me."
The two slave girls, bare-armed and veiled, quickly glanced to one another.
"I do not understand," said the graceful figure in the sedan chair. She was free.
I grinned at her. "I have food," I said. "I have water. But I have not had for four days a woman."
Beasts
Taking a slave while she is on her knees, bent over a tub, washing dishes
After tonight, I would have to serve Mirus, and the others, as they might want me. I recalled that in the house of my training the "opened" girls had been available to the guards. The kitchen master, too, I knew had had his eye on me. Usually, laboring there, on our knees, bending over the low, steaming tubs, our arms immersed in the suds to our elbows, cleaning pots and pans, he had had Ina and I remove our kitchen tunics. He had used Ina several times. I swallowed hard. Doubtless I would be put back in the kitchen from time to time. He was probably waiting for me.
Dancer
On a table in an inn
I looked over to the table where the newcomer was. He had now pulled the slave to him and thrown her on her belly over the table.
"Disgusting," said the Lady Temione.
"An attractive slave," I commented. The girl was now gasping and clinging to the table. He was not being gently with her. But then, of course, she was only a slave.
"Disgusting," said the Lady Temione.
"He may be something of a boor, but he seems to caress well," I said.
The girl was now gasping with love noises.
"I would not know anything about that," she said, acidly.
Yet I noted she did not take her eyes from the abused slave.
...
The slave on the table gasped, used, serving, clinging to its edges.
The bearded fellow, holding her, was then still for a moment.
"She is moving!" said the Lady Temione, scandalized.
"Yes," I said, "she is cooperating in what is being done."
"Terrible!" whispered the Lady Temione.
...
The bearded fellow drew back for a moment.
The girl clutched the table. She was still for a moment or two. Then she moaned. Then she moved.
"Did you see that!" she said. "She actually lifted herself to him!"
"Surely only a slave would so lift herself to a male," I said.
The Lady Temione blushed, hotly.
"Look at that slut wriggle!" she said.
"She is afraid she may not have been fully pleasing," I said. "She is trying now to interest him, to be pleasing, to entice him. But I think he is not angry with her. I think he is only playing with her, only teasing her." I wondered how the Lady Temione would wriggle.
"Look!" said the Lady Temione.
"He is now again with her," I said.
"Yes!" she said.
...
Suddenly the girl on the table screamed aloud, again and again, half reared up, began to buck, but could not escape, so tightly and helplessly held she was, uttering the word, "Master!" over and over.
"Slave orgasm has been forced upon her," I commented.
Renegades
On a public bridge
We were but a short way from the Towers of Warriors, on the second of its approaching high bridges, when again Clitus Vitellius turned and faced me.
"I cannot wait," he said to me.
"Yes, Master," I said. We were on a high bridge, one of the highest in all Ar. The lights of the city were strewn beneath us; above us burned the stars of Gor.
He placed his shield upon the bridge, straps down, its convex surface like a bow facing the stars.
He indicated that I should take my position upon it, and I did so, my head down. With the straps, brought about the sides of the great shield he fastened my wrists apart, one on each side, about at shoulder level, at the edges of the shield. I lay over the shield, bound upon it.
"Now I have you where I want you, Dina," said he, "Earth girl."
"Yes, Master," I said.
Swiftly he took me in his arms. I yielded immediately to my master.
Slave Girl
Taking a slave found chained under a wagon in a storm
I put her to her back, a bit more under the shelter of the wagon. The chain moved a little through the loop ring above us. I heard the wagon creak a little, too, above us. Someone had stirred in it, or was moving, it seemed. The fellow who owned the wagon, I supposed, was turning in his sleep, or was addressing himself to his companion. But it then seemed quiet, and there was little noise except for the wind and rain, and the distant rumble of thunder.
My face was close to here. "You are slave," I whispered.
Suddenly there was a great burst of lightning and crash of thunder.
I saw her eyes, and pressed down upon her, holding her head, pressing her lips with the kiss of the master.
I drew back.
There was another great flash of lightning and I saw her eyes, looking up at me, wild, frightened, needful. "Yes," she whispered intensely, helplessly. "I am a slave! I am a slave!" Then she lifted her body and seized me in her arms and pressed her lips eagerly, needfully, gratefully to mine.
I put her to her back.
Then I caressed her, and she squirmed, writhing on the wet tarpaulin over the gravel, beneath the wagon, in the flashes of lightning, in the explosions of thunder.
She was small, naked and cuddly. Her thigh, as I determined, in turning her about, and caressing her, first, by feel, and then, in a flash of lightning, wore the common Kajira brand, the small, delicate "Kef," for "Kajira," sometimes called the staff and fronds, suggesting beauty subject to discipline. On her neck, beneath the coils of the heavy, padlocked chain, was a common, close-fitting Gorean slave collar.
"Alas," she wept softly, in misery, in frustration, "my ankles are chained!"
I gathered she might not have been a slave long.
"Oh!" she cried, softly.
I thrust up her legs and slipped between them, and hen her legs were tight about me, I within their chained circuit. I lifted her up, and lowered her. "Ohh," she said, softly. She clutched me.
The storm was fierce.
Then, after a time, I lifted her up and slipped back, freeing myself.
There are various ways, of course, to use a woman whose ankles were bound. I had utilized one of them.
Renegades
On public pleasure racks in the piazza during Carnival. (Quite popular, all the strap racks are in use.)
"Happy carnival," I said to Boots Tarsk-Bit.
"Happy carnival," said he.
I thrust the slave ahead of me, and we pressed through the crowds. In a few Ehn we had crossed the piazza and come to the racks. There were two sorts, refined, adjustable strap racks, with beddings of flat, soft, criss-crossed straps, with sturdy stud-and-eyelet securing straps, and simple net racks, little more than sturdy wooden frames within which was slung a netlike webbing of rope. In these riacks, if one wishes to secure the woman within the webbing, simple cords are used. There were also some trestles. I took the slave to one of the net racks. The strap racks were all in use.
I saw the free woman who had worn the brief cloth about her hips near the racks.
I threw the slave on her belly on the netting and then turned her to her back. I had her place her wrists and ankles through the netting in certain fashions. I did not bother secure her in position. I then joined her on the netting. In moments, gasping, looking at me wildly, gratefully, she was in the throes of slave orgasm.
Players
On the desk in the middle of work
At the side of the desk, to its right, as you faced it, on the bare tiles, there lay a chained, naked woman. She was dark-haired, and beautiful. It was not surprising to me that such a woman should lie at the side of his desk.
...
"You may leave, Captain," he said.
"Sir," I said.
"Yes?" he said.
"Recently; on the Genesian Road, north of Torcadino, there was an attack on a portion of the Cosian supply trains, a massacre. Were your men responsible for that?"
"No," he said.
"Do you know what party, or parties, were?" I asked.
"No," he said.
"But it was done by mercenaries," I said.
"Doubtless," he said.
I then turned about and went toward the door. "Oh!" said Lady Cara. I heard the sounds of her chains. At the door, turning, I saw her on her feet, naked, in her chains, being held closely against him, looking up into his eyes. Then he threw her on her belly on the desk, on the papers, and the various documents of state. I then took my leave.
Mercenaries
Gorean hospitality, slaves offered to and used by guests
"It is late now," I said. "I think we should sleep."
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Tarl," said I. "Let that suffice."
"Accepted," he said, smiling. He would not pry further into my affairs. Doubtless he assumed I was bandit, fugitive or assassin.
I took Constance by the arm, and threw her to his feet. It was a simple act of Gorean courtesy.
Constance looked at me, wildly.
"Please him," I said.
"Yes, Master," she whispered.
Beasts
I rose to my feet. "The feast has but begun," laughed Policrates. "I am weary," I said. "I think I shall retire to my chambers." "Certainly!" he laughed, "Your journey has been long. I shall of course send a girl to wash your body and content you." "Policrates is generous," I said. "It is nothing." he said.
This form of hospitality of course is common on Gor. It is common to provide a guest with a girl for the night, to see to his comfort. My compliment, nonetheless, was appropriate as was his reply. Ritualistic amenities, and pleasantries on such occasions are invariably observed.
He rose to stand beside me. Together we looked about the tables at various girls, slaves, nude and partially clothed, who served there.
"Take your pick of the wenches," he said.
Rogue
Leader providing or offering his slave(s) for the use of his men
Bosk purchases Sandra, tries her himself first and gives her to his men for their use.
I had purchased the girl whom I had seen dance in the Paga Tavern, for forty pieces of gold. I had called her Sandra, after a girl once known on Earth. I had put my collar on her and, after using her, had consigned her to my men, that she might please their senses.
Raiders
Leader tosses one of his two slaves for the use of his fifteen men
I looked at him with loving eyes. Then he placed the blanket over my head, and, with a length of cord, looping it several times about my throat, tied it tightly under my chin, so that again, as in the cruel game, I was hooded. Then he threw me to his men.
Perhaps I would not have considered these matters save that I was unable to drive from my mind the recollection of an event which had occurred late in the sordid abuse to which I had been so brutally subjected. I had been thrown to my master’s men. One after another had raped and beaten me, and thrown me to the next. I was handed about as an object. Fierce was the discipline to which they subjected me.
Slave Girl
I now stood beside him, the man with the torch standing to one side. I looked down at the man in the furs, looking up at us. To me he was the least attractive man in the camp.
My master had said something to me. Its import was clear. I looked at him. His eyes were hard. I choked back sobs. I knelt beside the man in the furs, who threw back the furs.
My master stood behind me. The other man held the torch. I then, with hands and mouth, fell to kissing and touching the warrior. I pleased him as well as I could, being an ignorant girl, following his directions. At last he took me and threw me to the furs beneath him. I looked up at my master’s face. I could see the side of it in the torchlight. The torchlight illuminated me. Then, suddenly, I turned my head to one side, closing my eyes, crying out. I could no longer resist the man. I then, shamed, under the very eyes of my master, yielded to the man.
When he had done with me to his satisfaction, he thrust me from him. My master then ordered me to my feet and he conducted me to where my blanket had been discarded.
Slave Girl
Donna had been a virgin until she was raped in the coffle on the first night of the march by two of my master’s men. She had been had from time to time since then, but Marla, Eta and, surprisingly, I, had been the most consistently abused of the girls of Clitus Vitellius. The more beautiful I had become the more often I had been raped; and the more I had been raped, the more beautiful I had become.
Slave Girl
Slavers men having rape use of the slaves
"The pens!" she asked.
"There," I said, "you will be stripped and branded."
"Branded?" she said. I do not think she understood me. Her Earth mind would find this hard to understand. She was not yet cognizant of Gorean realities. She would learn them swiftly. No choice would be given her.
"Is she to be sold red-silk?" I asked Samos.
He looked at the girl. "Yes," he said.
The guards grinned.
It would be a girl who knew herself as a woman when she ascended the block.
...
"No!" she screamed. "No!"
"Then," I said, "you will be raped, and taught your womanhood. When you have learned your womanhood, you will be caged. Later you will be sold."
Beasts
Samos' men, in his great hall, using a new slave on a table while Samos plays kaissa and others watch a slave dance. Other slaves are then taken by men in the hall.
"Tula!" called a man. "Let Tula dance!"
Several men shouted their agreement to this. A long-legged brunette was thrust to the center of the tiles. She had high cheekbones, a tannish skin and a golden collar. Her bit of silk was ripped from her.
"Tula!" cried men, and, sensuously, she lifted her arms, and standing, excitingly posed, awaited the instruction of the music. She would show the men what true dancing could be.
Across the room I saw she who had been Lady Rowena of Lydius, her arms, her wrists still bound with her own hair, about the neck of the oarsman. His hands were one her. Her lips were pressed fervently to his. He lowered her to the tiles beside his table.
...
I heard soft gasps and cries from across the room, the fall of a goblet, and squirming. The former Lady Rowena of Lydius’s hands were no longer bound but they were now held above and behind her head, each wrist in the hands of a different man. She was on her back, thrown across one of the low tables.
Samos looked down at the board. I did not press him. His reticence to respond directly puzzled me. If he had heard something, of course, it was perhaps none of my business. I had no intention of prying into his affairs, or those of Priest-Kings. Also, of course, perhaps he had heard nothing.
"You are not playing your usual game," I told him.
"I am sorry," he said.
A new girl, Susan, was now dancing. She who had been the Lady Rowena of Lydius was o her belly on a table, clutching its sides, her teeth gritted. Tula was being handed from man to man. Some of the other girls, too, were now being used by masters. And others were licking and kissing at them, and whispering in their ears, begging for attention.
...
"Is it the sleen for her, Captain?" asked he who was first of the two guardsmen, he who had just spoken.
"Dorto, Krenbar," said Samos.
"Yes, Captain," said the men. Dorto was the oarsman who had opened the former Lady Rowena of Lydius for the uses of men. Krenbar was another oarsman. He had used her twice in the evening, after putting her through intricate slave paces each time.
"Does this slave," asked Samos, "give some indication that she might eventually prove to be at least somewhat adequate in a collar?"
"Yes, Captain," said Dorto. "Yes, Captain," said Krenbar.
Players
During the evening meal in the holding of Policrates
The music ended with a swirl of sound and the girl with a jangle of bells, lay before the table of Policrates, whimpering, her hand extended. She lifted her head. I read the unmistakable need in her eyes. She was indeed a slave female.
"Master!" she whimpered. "Please Master!" Policrates glanced at her. "Throw me to your men, please Master," she begged.
Policrates gestured to a brawny fellow who, coming up behind the girl bent down and by her upper arms, lifted her from the floor. She was helpless in his arms. Only her toes, well painted, scarlet nails, touched the floor. Policrates gestured again to a table to the side, and the fellow, carrying the girl went to the table. He then threw her with a jangle of bells and a clatter of places and goblets to the surface of the table. Instantly the girl was held down on the table, on her back, her arms and legs held apart, and several men crowded about her. I heard her cry with pleasure.
Rogue
Another slave used during the meal in the holding of Policrates
I turned my attention to the dancer on the floor. She lay now on her back, one knee lifted, her arms at her sides, palms down, before the brute with his whip, who towered over her. Her head, too, was turned to the side. Then she turned her head to face the brute, who tyrannized her. She looked deeply into his eyes. Then delicately, in a graceful gentrues, she turned her hands, putting their backs to the floor, exposing her palms and the soft flesh of her palms to him, indicating her surrender, her submission, her vulnerability and her readiness.
There was applause, the striking of the left shoulder from the tables.
The brute then crouched beside her and encircles her neck with the coils of his whip. He drew her to her knees then before him. She looked up at him, her neck in the whip coils, his.
There was more applause. Then the brute looked to Policrates, who indicated a table. He then pulled the girl to her feet and, running her over the tiles, and then releasing the coils form her neck, threw her stumbling into the arms of waiting pirates who, with a cry of pleasure, seized her and began to work their lusty wills upon her. There was more applause, and laughter.
Rogue
Recent captives chained to benches for use of soldiers & civilians
I turned in the blankets, brought by soldiers, on the tiles of the vestibule of the Semnium. There were perhaps two hundred people, many of them civilians, being housed there this night. Near me, a free female, one of those to be counted among the spoils of Torcadino, was chained on one of the client ’s marble benches, one of several serving on such benches, women who, one after the other, in turn, were replaced by others.
The woman on the bench, groaning and ravished, on her belly on it, clutching it, her legs chained on either side of it, was now alone. She lay on the cool marble, clutching it.
A new female was brought to the further bench. She was sat upon it, straddling it. Her ankles were chained together beneath it. Her wrists were similarly secured, the length of chain running under the heavy, fixed-position marble bench.
She was then, by the hair, drawn forward, to lie upon her belly on the cool marble.
Mercenaries
It was easy to tell, however, which of us were virgins, for the virgins, like myself, wore the "iron belt."
...
The girl to my right did not wear it. She had already been "opened for the uses of men," as it is said here. She was thus free, of course, for the uses of the guards, who did not fail to avail themselves of their privileges. Once she had been dragged forth from her kennel, down several from mine, to the right, and they, so eager were they, such men, to have her, that they had not even seen fit to wait until they had pulled her on her leash to their own quarters.
Dancer
With Free Women
The She-urt, with a male accomplice, had just attempted to rob him
I then turned to the girl. I tied her hands behind her back, and then took her by the ankles and held her upside down, thrusting her head and shoulders, and upper body, under the cold waters of the canal. In a few seconds I pulled her up, sputtering, and sat her, tied, against the wall across from me. She gasped for air; she tried to clear water from her eyes. She choked. Her hair and the rag she wore were wet. She backed further against the wall, drawing her legs up, pressing her knees closely together. She looked at me, frightened. "Please, let me go," she said.
...
"Please, let me go," she said. "It will mean the collar for me."
...
I drew her to me by the ankles.
Then in moments she moaned and wept.
I forced her to yield well, to the very limits of the free woman. Then I was finished with her.
Explorers
With a "debtor slut" serving while awaiting some gentleman to redeem her debts to the inn
I had scarcely arranged my blankets and put the pack down for a pillow when I saw an attendant enter the room, carrying a stripped female, her hands tied behind her, over his shoulder, her head to the rear, in slave position. I gestured to him, and, exciting my envy somewhat, he picked his way expertly among the sprawled, slumbering bodies to my space. "I shall return in an Ahn," he said. He then sat his burden beside me.
"You!" said the Lady Temione.
"Shhh," I cautioned her. "People are trying to sleep."
She tried to struggle to her feet, but I gently placed her on the blanket beside me, on her side.
"This a terrible mistake," she whispered. "You know I am a free woman."
"Yes," I said.
"I do not understand what I am doing here," she said, "naked and tied beside you."
"Really?" I asked.
"It can not be that!" she said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I am free!" she said.
"But your bills are not paid," I said.
She made an angry noise.
"It seems that this time you did not manage to inveigle some fellow into paying them for you."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"Not that," she said.
"Precisely," I said.
"I am not an inn girl," she said. "I am a free woman! I am not subject to guest use!"
"Were you told you were not subject to guest use?" I asked.
"No," she said, hesitantly.
"So?" I said.
Renegades
Travelers sate their lust along the road
"You take her left hand and I will take her right," said Hurtha.
Boabissia tried to scramble to her feet but, bound as she was, she fell. Then we had her wrists, and pulled her back, by them, to the wagon wheel.
"What are you doing?" cried Boabissia.
I tied her left wrist back to one of the spokes, and Hurtha, similarly, fastened her right wrist back, to another spoke.
"What are you doing?" asked Boabissia.
"You have seen several of the fellows about looking at Boabissia, haven't you?" asked Hurtha of me.
"Of course," I said. "Though there are many slaves in Torcadino, and lovely ones, apparently there is a dearth of free women here, particularly ones not veiled."
"Veil me then!" she begged.
"It is time you earned your keep, Boabissia," said Hurtha.
"What do you mean?" she cried. "I am a free woman!"
"I think I can round up a few interested fellows," said Hurtha.
"What are you thinking of!" she cried. She struggled, helplessly.
"She wanted her ankles untied," said Hurtha.
"Yes," I said.
"No, no!" she cried. "Do not untie my ankles!"
Hurtha dropped the ankle cords to one side. She clenched her ankles tightly together. She pulled desperately, futilely, against the thongs that held her wrists to the spokes. Hurtha left the vicinity of the wagon.
"Relax, Boabissia," I encouraged her. "You have serious sexual needs, which you have been frustrating for too long. This has been evident in your temper, and in your demeanor and attitudes. This will do you a great deal of good."
"I am not a slave!" she said, weeping, struggling. "I am a free woman! I do not have sexual needs!"
"Perhaps not," I said. To be sure, it was difficult, and probably fruitless, to argue with a free woman about such matters. Too, I might have misread what seemed to be numerous and obvious signs of need in her. Perhaps free women neither needed nor wanted sexual experience. That, I supposed, was their business. On the other hand, if they did not want or need sex, the transformation between the free woman and the slave becomes difficult to understand. To be sure, perhaps it is merely the collar, and the uncompromising male domination, which so unlocks, and calls forth, the passion, service and love of a female.
"What are you doing?" she asked, weeping.
"Doubtless men will be here soon," I said.
"What are you doing?" she wept.
I put the opaque sack over her head and tied it, with its own strings, under her chin, close about her neck, rather like a slave hood. "This will make it easier for you," I said. "I am veiling you. Too, this will enable you, by shutting out certain extraneous factors, to concentrate more closely on the exact nature of your sensations.
"Release me!" she wept.
"No," I said.
I heard a fellow near me. I looked about. "She is certified free?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Examine her."
He thrust Boabissia's dress up, high over her breasts. He examined her thighs, and the usual brand sites on a Gorean female slave.
"How much?" he asked.
"She is only a free woman," I said. I put a copper bowl on the ground, beside her, at her left. "She is not trained. Only a tarsk bit," It was the smallest, least significant Gorean coin, at least in common circulation.
"In advance," I said. Men are commonly disappointed in free women, and almost certainly if they have experienced the alternative. They are not slaves, trained in the giving of pleasure to men. Some free women believe their role in lovemaking consists primarily in lying down. Should they become slaves the whip soon teaches them differently.
"Of course," he said. The coin rattled into the copper bowl.
"No,!" wept Boabissia. She clenched her ankles tightly together. Then her ankles, one in each hand of the fellow, were parted.
It was now late in the evening.
Hurtha happily shook the copper bowl. In it were several coins. I had not kept track. We were now, at any rate, once again solvent.
Mercenaries
I turned and strode toward the door of the hall. Luma fell back before me, her hand before her mouth.
I saw that her eyes were deep, and very beautiful. She was frightened.
"Precede me to my couch," I said.
"I am free." She whispered.
"Collar her," I said to Thurnock, "and send her to my couch."
His hand closed on the arm of the thin blond scribe.
"Clitus," I said, "send Sandra, the dancer, to my couch as well."
"You freed her, Captain," smiled Clitus.
"Collar her," I told him.
"Yes, Captain," he said. I well remembered Sandra, with her black hair, brownish skin and high cheekbones. I wanted her.
It had been long since I had had a woman.
"Tab," said I.
"Yes, Captain," said he
"The two females," I told him, "have recently been free. Accordingly, as soon as they have been collared, force them to drink slave wine."
Marauders
The Psychology of slaves dependent on Masters for food
Food from the Masters hand (or also only eating when permitted) is one of the methods used to impress and reinforce slavery
I did not forget the slave, of course. Crusts of bread did I throw to the boards before her. It was slave bread, rough and coarse-grained. The beauty ate it eagerly. She had not known if she was to be fed that day. Sometimes the slave is not fed. This might occur for aesthetic reasons, as, for example, if her measurements, which are generally carefully kept, should minutely depart from her master's conception of her ideal curvatures; sometimes merely to remind her of on whom she depends, totally, for her very life, sometimes as a training or disciplinary measure; sometimes merely to startle or puzzle her. What has she done? She is not told. Has she not been sufficiently pleasing? She is not told. The girl, frightened, anxious, redoubles her efforts to please in all the thousand spheres of her slavery, intellectual, physical and imaginative; no master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her; pleasant indeed are the surprises which such a fellow, who thought thitherto he knew his girl, upon the completion of the simple experiment, receives; the girl's wits are sharpened; she becomes resourceful, helpless, desperate, attentive, inventive; "Feed me, Master," she begs. "Feed me!" at the conclusion of such an experiment, when she is fed, it is always, kneeling naked, from his hand. The lesson is not soon forgotten. Few things so impress the dominance of a male on a woman, and her dependence on him, as his control of her food. This dominance, provided it is absolute, thrills a woman to the core.
Tribesmen
Again, using food to control and encourage the behavior of slaves
I was hungry, and it was now dusk.
"When do we eat? I asked Ute.
"After the masters," said Ute, referring to the guards in the plural, "if we please them."
"If we please them?" I asked.
"I am always fed," said Lana.
"Do not fear," said Ute, laughing at me, "you are white silk!"
I looked down.
"You will please them," Ute reassured me. "We all will. Why do you think they asked for us?"
"Perhaps we should have eaten in the food line," I said.
"And be beaten?" asked Lana.
"No," I said, confused.
"A hungry girl often serves better," said Ute. Then she laughed at me. "Do not fear," she said. "If they like you, they will throw you food."
Captive
In the camp, hitherto, my captor had confined me to degrading handouts, which he would place in my mouth, or make me reach for, kneeling, not using my hands. Eta now came forward. She held two copper bowls of gruel. Next to me, she knelt before my captor; she put one bowl down before me; then, holding the other bowl, she handed it to my captor; one of the men pulled my head up by the hair, so I could see clearly what was being done; my captor took the bowl of gruel from Eta, and then, saying nothing, handed it back to her. Now he, and his men, and Eta, looked at me. I then understood what I must do. I picked up the bowl of gruel, with both hands, and, kneeling, handed it to my captor. He took the bowl. Then he handed it back to me. I might now eat. I knelt, shaken, the bowl of gruel in my hands. The symbolism of the act was not lost upon me. It was from him, he, symbolically, that I received my food. It was he who fed me. It was he upon whom I depended, that I would eat. Did he not choose to feed me, I understood, I would not eat. My head down, following Eta’s example, I ate the gruel. We were given no spoons. With our fingers and, like cats, with our tongues, we finished the gruel. It was plain. It was not sugared or salted. It was slave gruel. Some days it was all that would be given to me. A girl does not always, of course, take food in this fashion. Usually she prepares the food and then serves it, after which, if permitted, she eats. Many men permit a girl, for most practical purposes, to eat simultaneously with him, provided he begins first and it does not interfere with her service to him. Thus he gets his girl, fed, more swiftly to the furs. Much depends on the man; the will of the girl counts for nothing. In some dwellings a girl must, before the evening meal, hand her plate to the man; he will then, normally, return it to her; if she has not been completely pleasing to him, on the other hand, she may not be fed that night. Control of a girl’s food not only permits the intelligent regulation of her caloric intake but provides an excellent instrument for keeping her in line; control the food, control the girl. Food control, for the man, also has unexpected rewards. Few things so impress a man’s dominance on her, or her dependence upon him, than the control of her food. So simple a thing thrills her to the core. It makes her eager to please him as a slave girl.
Slave Girl
Granting Feeding permission to slaves
slaves could not eat unless permitted
A gorean custom of hospitality was to allow the guest to grant permission to slaves
Sometimes Verna would say, "Drink," and I would pour wine into her goblet, saying, "Yes, Mistress," and sometimes Rask of Treve would command me, saying "Drink," and I would then, similarly, serve him, saying "Yes, Master."
Verna sat cross-legged, like a man. I knelt, as a serving slave.
She threw me one of the oysters.
"Eat, Slave," she said.
I ate.
In so doing this, she, the guest, had signified that I might now feed. It is a not uncommon Gorean courtesy, in such situations, to permit the guest to grant the feeding permission to the slaves present.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said.
Rask of Treve then threw me a piece of meat, that I might satisfy my hunger, for I had not been fed.
With my hands I ate the meat, a collared slave, while the free persons drank, and conversed.
Captive
Following Eta’s example, to my pleasure, we prepared ourselves plates and cups. We then, while waiting for the men, ate. As long as a male had taken the first bite, the first drink, at the meal, apparently there was little objection to our also partaking. We did so with gusto. Gorean amenities are more carefully observed, usually, at the evening meal, which is more of a gathering and an occasion than the other two or three meals of the day. At an evening meal Eta and I would, under threat of discipline, wait before eating until the master, and each of his men, had begun. We did not, commonly, however, provided it did not interfere with our service, wait until the men had completed their meal before commencing ours. We, thus, finished nearly with them, or a bit before. Thus, after we had cleared goblets, and bowls and dishes, if they were used, we were soon ready, unimpeded, to devote our attentions to the serving of wine and paga, or our bodies for their pleasure, were they desired. To indicate the greater significance of the evening meal, as compared to the other Gorean meals, no slave girl may touch it without first having been given permission, assuming that a free man or woman, even a child, is present. "You may feed, Slave Girl," is a common way in which this permission is given. If the permission is not given, the girl may not eat. Should the master or mistress, or child, forget to give this permission, it is merely the misfortune of the slave girl.
Slave Gir
Pouring wine to a bowl for a slave to drink
He then, from his own cup, poured some wine into a small bowl, which he handed to me.
"Thank you, Master," I breathed.
With his head, Rask of Treve gestured me to one side, and I went and knelt to one side, as I had before.
Captive
Feeding by hand in flight, on tarnback
Ahn after Ahn, the tarn flew.
He did not unbind me to feed me.
"Open your mouth," he said.
He thrust yellow Sa-Tarna bread into my mouth. I chewed the bread and, with difficulty, swallowed it. He then, with his tarn knife, from a piece of raw bosk meat, cut four small pieces of meat, which he placed in my mouth. "Feed," he said. I chewed the meat, eyes closed, swallowing it. "Drink," he said. He thrust the horn nozzle of a leather bota of water between my teeth. I almost choked. He withdrew the nozzle and capped the bota, replacing it in his saddle pack. I closed my eyes, miserable. I had been fed and watered.
The tarn flew on.
Captive
Making a game of feeding slaves - simple entertainment for men
Lana, Ute and I knelt in a line, facing the players. Our hands were bound behind our backs with binding fiber.
The men, wagering, tossed us pieces of meat.
We caught them, in the firelight. A catch was two points. A piece which was dropped was fair game for any. We fought for the dropped pieces. The retrieval of such a piece was one point. Ute dropped a piece and Lana and I fought, each holding to a part of the fallen prize, rolling and tearing. I struggled back to my knees, tearing my head to one side. "Mine!" I cried, swallowing the meat, almost choking, laughing.
"Mine!" cried Lana, gorging the other half of the meat.
"Point for each," adjudicated one of the guards.
Captive
Given stew, bread, vegetables & fruits in slave pens
I did not care particularly for the wooden bowls of stew and bread we commonly had at the public pens, but I was hungry and ready to eat even such, and with enthusiasm. In vegetables and fruits, and, if our group had trained, acceptably, after the evening meal, before being returned, hooded, to the public pens, we would be given candies or pastries, or, sometimes, a swallow of Ka-la-na wine.
Captive
We knelt in a circle, eating from the wooden bowls of bread and stew. We were given no utensils. Our fingers served to pick out meat and bread, and the gravy we drank. The girls chatted, and most seemed to have forgotten the ordeal of the morning.
Captive
Gruel
Yes sometimes slaves were fed gruel - apparently early in training to impress slavery, and encourage swift progress in training to "earn" more flavorful foods.
"Eat!" said the man. My face was thrust down, into the trough, half into the moist gruel. His hand was in my hair. I feared for a moment I might suffocate. I pressed my face down into the gruel. I opened my mouth. With my teeth and lips, and tongue, desperately scraping, scooping, pulling, licking, biting, pushing down, moving my head, I tried to get as much into my mouth as I could. My head was then pulled up, and held back, by the hair. I swallowed what I had in my mouth. It was not easy to swallow it. I knelt before a wooden feeding trough, with other girls. The man crouched beside me. My eyes were closed. Gruel was upon my face and in my hair. He then threw my head forward again, over the wooden rim of the trough, and pushed my face down again, deeply, submerging it, to the ears, in the gruel. Again I struggled to get as much as I could into my mouth. Then his hand left my hair and I lifted my head from the moist substance. I blinked, gruel upon my face, its particles like wet, unmelting snow on my eyelashes. He had gone further down the line. I struggled to swallow what I had in my mouth. I pulled a little, weakly, at the light, lovely manacles which confined my wrists behind my back. I looked at the other girls, to my right. They, too, were similarly manacled. We were not yet permitted to use our hands in feeding.
Dancer
I did not care for the gruel much, as it was tasteless and flat. I ate it, however, as it was incumbent upon me to do so. Too, I was hungry, and it was undeniably nourishing. It, like other aspects of our diet, the fruits and vegetables, and the cylindrical pellets we were given, seemed intended to slim our bodies and bring us to a peak state of health. The gruel was appropriate enough for us, I supposed. It was clearly a form of animal feed.
Dancer
I recalled the morning we had left Ko-ro-ba.
We had been called from our cells well before dawn. Each of us had then been forced to eat a large bowl of heavy slave gruel. We would not be fed again until that night. In the courtyard of the pens, under torchlight, with brushes we were forced to scrub the stink of the pens from our bodies.
Captive
Fed bits from their Masters plates
In their serving the girls, of course, had ignored Peggy and Florence. It was as though they were not present. They were only slaves. But, of course, Miles of Vonda and Tasdron, of Victoria, their masters, had given them food from their plates. Florence had eaten well but Peggy had eaten hardly anything at all. She could hardly take her eyes from the mighty Callimachus.
Guardman
Fed pastries while kneeling with their Masters at a party
"Master?" asked the small, chained slave in bluish gauze.
I took another pastry, and, with a movement of my hand, dismissed her.
She went then, again, to Miles of Vonda.
"Please, Master, that one," begged Florence.
He took the indicated pastry from the tray, gave it to the slave, and continued his conversation with Tasdron.
"Thank you, Master," said Florence, and, kneeling behind her master, began to eat the pastry.
Guardman
"Master, may I have that pastry?" asked Florence, indicating the one she desired.
"No," he said.
She knelt back.
But I noticed that, in a moment, he had given it to her, and she knelt back on her heels, her knees closely together, holding it with two hands, eating it.
Guardman
Fed dates from a tray, by hand
I fed her some dates, by hand, putting them in her mouth, from a tray of food I had brought up from the kitchen.
Guardsman
I held a date before her, and she leaned forward, stretching her chained neck to reach it, and I drew it back. She then knelt back again, on her heels. Whether she were to receive the date or not was my decision I then gave it to her, putting it in her mouth.
"My Master feeds me," she whispered. "The slave is grateful."
I then put a shallow porcelain bowl of water on the floor, and pointed to it.
She drank from it on her hands and knees, lapping from it, as a she-sleen. "My Master waters me," she said, looking at me, from her hands and knees, the chain hanging from the collar on her neck. "A slave is grateful."
In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.
Guardsman
Allowed to eat dates, larma slices, and pastries
"You may now sit back against the foot of the couch," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I joined her there.
We then, from the tray, feeding ourselves, taking dates, and slices of larma and pastries, breakfasted and chatted.
It is pleasant to have breakfast in bed, so to speak, with a naked young lady, especially when she is chained by the neck to your slave ring.
We chatted of many things, including our former lives, on Earth, and our experiences in the university. She was loquacious and animate.
Guardsman
Black wine
"I have a surprise," I told her.
I brought up from the kitchen, where I had been keeping it hot, a vessel of black wine, with sugars, and cups and spoons. Too, I had brought up a small bowl of powdered bosk milk. We had finished the creams last night and, in any event, it was unlikely they would have lasted the night. If I had wanted creams I would have had to have gone to the market.
Immediately the girl, kneeling, prepared to serve me. "I believe Master prefers his black wine 'second slave,' " she said "Yes," I said. I watched her pouring the beverage. She did so carefully, deferentially, being careful not to spill a drop. I noticed how her breasts depended from her body. How marvelous it is to be served by a beautiful woman. "There are two cups," she whispered. "One is for you," I said. "Black wine is expensive," she said. "Pour one for yourself," I said. "Even though I am a slave?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "Am I a high slave?" she asked. "Do you wish me to hold your head back, my hand in your hair, your back almost breaking, and force the spout of the vessel between your teeth, pouring the wine as it is, black and scalding, down your throat?" I asked. "No, Master!" she said. "Your brand is pretty," I said. "Thank you, Master," she said. "You are not a high slave," I said. "You are a low slave. You are the lowest of low slaves." "Yes, Master," she said. "And do not forget it," I said. "No, Master," she said. "Now pour yourself a cup of wine," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. "May I mollify my beverage?" "Yes," I said. I watched her as she mixed in a plentiful helping of powdered bosk milk, and two of the assorted sugars. She then left the small, rounded metal cup on the tray. "Why do you not drink?" I asked her. "A girl does not drink before her master," she said. "I see that you are not totally stupid," I said. "Thank you, Master," she said. I then sipped the black wine. She, too, then, after it was clear that I had drunk, lifted her own cup to her lips. "Yes," I said, "you may drink, Slave." She then, head down, holding the small cup by its two tiny handles, sipped the beverage.
We drank the black wine in silence, sipping it, looking at one another.
How beautiful she was, and I owned her!
Guardsman
Given cheap wine, yellow bread, vegetables & meat
I now sat on a heavy bench, some five feet in length, before a stout, rectangular table. These things had been put in the cell for me. I wore a light, repcloth slave tunic. On the floor, on straw, was a blanket which I had been given. Though the cell door was locked, I was not chained. On the table was a bowl of cheap wine, some wedges of yellow bread and a wooden bowl containing vegetables and chunks of meat.
Fighting Slave
Fed fried vulo & bosk meat
The girls looked at one another, wonderingly. The seaman unbound their wrists from behind their backs, and filled two trenchers, steaming now with bosk and vulo, which he thrust in their hands.
Hunters
Fed by guards, whatever foods were cooked and at hand
We were taken from the wagon and, chained outside, kneeling, were fed. In the two days since I had been captured, prior to our encountering the caravan, we had had only berries and water, and bits of small game, cooked by the guards and thrown to us in scraps. Now, chained, kneeling in a circle, we passed about, one to the other, a bowl of hot soup; then each of us was given a sixth of a round yellow loaf of bread, which we ate with our hands; then, before each of us, on the grass, he guards threw a large piece of cooked meat. I was famished and, burning my fingers, I clutched at it, and, half-choking, thrust it half into my mouth, tearing at it with my teeth and hands, the juices running at the sides of my mouth.
Captive
slaves rented to serve at a party, fed by hand in kitchen
There was then a swirl of music and the dancers had finished. We well applauded them. They had been superb. They stood before us in their blue silk and golden collars, their heads down. Then, smiling, to another swirl of music, they turned and hurried from the room, going to the kitchen, where their master would be waiting for them. They were barefoot. There were golden bangles on the left ankle of each. In the kitchen they would be stripped of their costumes, which were not to be soiled. They would then kneel and be fed by hand.
Guardman
All power is with the Master
The slave thus strives to be pleasing enough that her Master will keep her
I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her.
Magicians
A full, complete slavery arouses a slave
" 'Do you think you will have an easy slavery with me?' he asked.
'No, Master,' she said.
'You are right,' he said. 'Your slavery will be a full slavery.'
'I desire no other,' she said, turning her head to face him.
I could smell the heat of her."
Explorers
Slave responds to being choiceless, overpowered
"I am a slave girl. I live to be the obedient, grateful, vunerable object of such lust and power. I have always dreamed of it. I wish to be choiceless, to be overpowered, and made to serve."
Magicians
"Being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. There is a great deal more to it than simply serving a master on the furs."
Players
Whether a girl may wear clothing is solely at the Masters discretion
She strives to be pleasing enough to deserve it
I regarded the girl. In warmer seasons, or warmer areas, one may take one's time in making the decision as to whether or not a female is to be permitted clothing. Some masters keep their slaves naked for a year or more. The girl is grateful when, and if, she is permitted clothing, be it only a bit of cloth or some rag or other.
Mercenaries
Whether a slave is allowed to eat or not is completely in the masters control
In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.
Guardsman
Slaves are fed if they have been pleasing
Control of food is used to encourage a girl to strive desperately to please
I was hungry, and it was now dusk.
"When do we eat? I asked Ute.
"After the masters," said Ute, referring to the guards in the plural, "if we please them."
"If we please them?" I asked.
"I am always fed," said Lana.
"Do not fear," said Ute, laughing at me, "you are white silk!"
I looked down.
"You will please them," Ute reassured me. "We all will. Why do you think they asked for us?"
"Perhaps we should have eaten in the food line," I said.
"And be beaten?" asked Lana.
"No," I said, confused.
"A hungry girl often serves better," said Ute. Then she laughed at me. "Do not fear," she said. "If they like you, they will throw you food."
Captive
Slaves, unable to eat unless given food by their masters, are acutely aware that when they are not fed - they have not been pleasing
Few things so impress a mans dominance on a slave as control of her food
Girls who strive to be pleasing and are pleasing are fed
Girls who are not, are not
Much depends on the man; the will of the girl counts for nothing. In some dwellings a girl must, before the evening meal, hand her plate to the man; he will then, normally, return it to her; if she has not been completely pleasing to him, on the other hand, she may not be fed that night. Control of a girl’s food not only permits the intelligent regulation of her caloric intake but provides an excellent instrument for keeping her in line; control the food, control the girl. Food control, for the man, also has unexpected rewards. Few things so impress a man’s dominance on her, or her dependence upon him, than the control of her food. So simple a thing thrills her to the core. It makes her eager to please him as a slave girl.
Slave Girl
Food sometimes withheld simply to remind a girl on whom she depends for her very life
Or to encourage her to strive even harder
Crusts of bread did I throw to the boards before her. It was slave bread, rough and coarse-grained. The beauty ate it eagerly. She had not known if she was to be fed that day. Sometimes the slave is not fed. This might occur for aesthetic reasons, as, for example, if her measurements, which are generally carefully kept, should minutely depart from her master's conception of her ideal curvatures; sometimes merely to remind her of on whom she depends, totally, for her very life, sometimes as a training or disciplinary measure; sometimes merely to startle or puzzle her. What has she done? She is not told. Has she not been sufficiently pleasing? She is not told. The girl, frightened, anxious, redoubles her efforts to please in all the thousand spheres of her slavery, intellectual, physical and imaginative; no master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her; pleasant indeed are the surprises which such a fellow, who thought hitherto he knew his girl, upon the completion of the simple experiment, receives; the girl's wits are sharpened; she becomes resourceful, helpless, desperate, attentive, inventive; "Feed me, Master," she begs. "Feed me!" at the conclusion of such an experiment, when she is fed, it is always, kneeling naked, from his hand. The lesson is not soon forgotten. Few things so impress the dominance of a male on a woman, and her dependence on him, as his control of her food. This dominance, provided it is absolute, thrills a woman to the core.
Tribesme
KNOWING THE SLAVE
Masters often know their slaves deeply
This knowledge of his slave puts her more at his mercy
He may exploit her weaknesses and manipulate her feelings in his mastery of her, giving him greater power over her
It is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife; the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know, profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the dispositions of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy; by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her. For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies: if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive; these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar;
Tribesmen
"Comb your hair," said a man, bringing out a box of wooden combs, "and then you will be fed."
We took the combs and knelt, letting the blankets fall about our waist, and combed our hair. I think it pleased the men to see us do this. Gorean men relish women, and enjoy watching them, even in the performance of such simple, homely acts as combing their hair. To be sure, we were bare-breasted, and slaves, and obeying. We had not been asked to form a combing circle, probably because they were willing to permit us to remain in the vicinity of the fire. There were too few of us to circumscribe the fire. We would have had to withdraw from the fire, or most of us. In the combing circle we kneel in a circle, each girl combing the hair of the girl in front of her. Making us comb our hair before we were fed, incidentally, is typical of the manner in which Gorean men treat female slaves. The woman is to be presentable and beautiful, before she is permitted food. How much darker, I noted, did my hair, and that of the other brunets look, when it was wet. The combs were of yellow wood, and had long teeth. The entire comb, including the teeth, was about five inches square. There are various hairdos in which such combs are worn in the hair. usually, however, the hair of slaves is worn long, and loose, or confined only in some simple way, as with a ribbon or woolen fillet. Some masters like the ponytail hairdo on a slave, which, on Gor, is usually spoken of as the "leash," or "hair leash," for, by it, a girl may be conveniently seized and controlled. Upswept hairdos are usually reserved for free women, or high slaves. They are a hairdo of that sort to a slave is the master's pleasure in undoing it, in loosening it, thus reminding even the high slave that in his arms, ultimately, she, the high slave, is yet a slave, and as much or more than the lowest girl in the most remote village. The loosening of a woman's hair on Gor in an extremely sensuous, meaningful act. "Who loosens her hair?" is a way of asking, in effect, who owns her.
Dancer
Struck with a whip when not standing beautifully
The slave is shown that she is, in a way, important - she is to be beautiful and nothing less will be accepted from her
The back of my calves, where I had been struck, now felt better. That had really been foolish of me, standing in a slovenly manner in the coffle, when there might have been men about, and indeed, had been one, and with a whip. That I had been lashed, however, showed me that I was, in a way, important, and that men cared about me. I was a female. I made some sort of difference to them. They were genuinely interested in females, and liked them, and were concerned with them. They wanted us to be as charming and beautiful as we could be, and would, frankly, hold us accountable for such things.
Dancer
Reminded utterly that he controls her
I cuffed her, backhanded, striking her from her position to her side on the love furs. She looked up at me from the furs, her eyes wide, blood at her mouth. Then she resumed the position of the pleasure slave.
"Last night," she said. "Did it mean nothing? Surely you love me!"
"Be silent, Slave," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said
I picked up the whip.
"Am I to be whipped?" she asked.
"If it pleases me," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I held the whip to her mouth, its blades folded back.
She kissed it, and shuddered, and I placed it on the couch.
I slid the bronze pot toward her, across the tiles, to where, going to the end of her chain, she might reach it. "Relieve yourself," I told her, "facing me."
"Yes, Master," she said and, backing toward the pot, and squatting over it, she did so.
I enjoyed making her perform this simple, homely act is my presence.
"I am a slave, aren't I?" she asked.
"Yes,` I said.
I then slid the pot to the side of the room, and gave her a pan of water and a rag, with which she might freshen herself. When she had done this I put the pan and the rag to one side. She then knelt again in the position of the pleasure slave, on the furs, the heavy chain dangling between her breasts, and then lying over her left thigh, thence descending to the furs and lifting to the slave ring.
"Good morning," I said to her.
"Good morning, Master," she said.
Guardsman
I held a date before her, and she leaned forward, stretching her chained neck to reach it, and I drew it back. She then knelt back again, on her heels. Whether she were to receive the date or not was my decision I then gave it to her, putting it in her mouth.
"My Master feeds me," she whispered. "The slave is grateful."
I then put a shallow porcelain bowl of water on the floor, and pointed to it.
She drank from it on her hands and knees, lapping from it, as a she-sleen. "My Master waters me," she said, looking at me, from her hands and knees, the chain hanging from the collar on her neck. "A slave is grateful."
In so simple a fashion, by hand feeding, and floor watering, not permitting the slave to use her hands, I had demonstrated to her, in the Gorean fashion, that her food and water, even such simple things as whether she was to eat or drink, or not, were in my control.
Guardsman
Men take great joy in the slaves that they own
" 'Do masters much talk with their girls, or take them with them?' she asked.
'Certainly,' I said. 'It is extremely pleasurable to talk with a girl one owns. Also, one takes her many places, she heeling him, to concerts, contests, song dramas and so on, both to show her off and because he finds her a joy to be with.'
'I think I could well serve such a master,' she said."
Beasts
SHOWING OFF OR DISPLAYING PRIDE IN OWNERSHIP
Commonly takes place in paga taverns and brothels, or the dinners and banquets held in the houses of rich men
"The parade of slaves!" called a man. "The parade of slaves!"
"Yes, yes!" called others.
The "parade of slaves," as it is sometimes called, commonly takes place in venues such as paga taverns and brothels. It may also, of course, take place elsewhere, for example, in the houses of rich men, at dinners, banquets, and so on.
Slaves present themselves one by one before the men
Generally occurs in places where there are no free women present
Men lustily consider the beauty of the women
It is a presentation of beauty and attractions. The slaves present themselves, usually one by one, often to the accompaniment of music, for the inspection of the guests. It is in some ways not unlike certain fashion shows of Earth, except, of course, that its object is generally not to merchandise slave wear, though it can have such a purpose, but to present the goods of the house, so to speak, for perusal. Whereas in the common fashion show of Earth the woman considers the clothing and the man considers the women, and the women serve the ulterior purposes of the designer, in the parade of slaves there are generally no free women present, and the men, openly, lustily, consider the beauty of the women, as it was meant by nature to be considered, as that of slaves, and the women serve the ulterior purposes not of a designer, but of a master, who will, in the event of their selection, collect their rent fees, or such.
To be sure, the women serve themselves, too, but not in the trivial sense of obtaining money, but in the more profound senses, psychological and biological, of expressing and fulfilling their nature. To be sure, the women must fear, for they may be taken out of themselves, so to speak, and forced helplessly into ecstasy.
Music accompanies the presentation of the slaves
The crack of a whip signals the start
Slaves are frightened yet excited
I heard a swirl from a flute, the simple flute, not the double flute, and the quick pounding of a small tabor, these instruments now in the hands of Philebus' assistants. The slaves about the enclosure looked wildly at one another, frightened, yet terribly excited. Then, as startling as a gunshot, there was the sudden crack of a whip in the hand of Philebus. The girls cried out in fear, in their collars and scanty silks. Even Temione, near me, recoiled. It was a sound not unfamiliar to female slaves.
Slaves are called out one by one by the man in charge (in this case the "proprietor" of the paga tavern-like enclosure in a mens camp
Slaves move seductively before the men, then kneel in the background after they have paraded
"Dora!" called Philebus.
Immediately one, of the girls, a sensuous, widely hipped, sweetly breasted slave, half walking, half dancing, to the music, swirled among the guests and then presented herself particularly before the burly fellow, moving before him, back and forth, facing him, turning about.
"Lana!" called Philebus, and Dora swirled away, twirling, from the center of the presentation area, to complete her circuit of the area, doing her best to evade the caresses and clutches of men, and then knelt, in the background.
The girl whom the burly fellow had consigned to the pleasure of his friend leaped to her feet and began her own circuit of the area, in much the same manner as her predecessor, Dora. She was an exciting, leggy wench, and the lightness of her silk, its brevity, and the partedness of her bodice, thanks to Philebus, left few of her charms to the imagination. She was the sort of woman who might initially be tempted to give a master a bit of difficulty, but I did not think that this difficulty would be such that it could not be easily remedied, and prevented from reoccurring, with a few blows of the whip. She looked well in her collar, and I had little doubt that, under proper discipline, she would be grateful, loving and hot in it.
Men cry out in appreciation of the slaves' beauty
"Aiii!" cried a fellow, saluting the beauty of the parading slave.
She postured seductively before him.
"How beautiful she is," said Temione.
"Aiii!" cried out another fellow.
But the burly fellow, with a laugh, and a movement of his goblet, dismissed her.
This time she hurried away, immediately, moving beautifully, among the men, in the circuit of slave display. She had not dallied an instant. She had been dismissed.
"Tula!" called Philebus, and another wench sprang to her feet.
Lana, her circuit completed, returned to the side of the fellow to whom the burly fellow had consigned her earlier. She was still his, by the will of another, until she would be released.
"Lina!" called Philebus. She was short-legged and plump, juicy, as it is said, with a marvelous love cradle. Such often make superb slaves. They commonly bring high prices in the markets.
"I am afraid," said Temione.
Lina blushed at the raucous commendations showered upon her. Then she, too, dismissed, swirled about, away from the center, and went to kneel in the back.
"Sucha!" called Philebus. She, too, was short, but very darkly complexioned. I suspected she might be a Tahari girl, or one from that region.
"Ina!" called Philebus. She was taller, and blond, perhaps from a village near Laura. Although she was blond, it was clear that slave fires had been ignited in her belly. I smiled. I did not doubt but what she, even though blond, would be as helpless now in the arms of a man as the most common of slaves.
"Susan!" called Philebus. Susan was a redhead.
Vagabonds
SLAVE PAPERS
About Slave Papers
Slave papers contain the details necessary to identify a particular woman as being the slave related to the official papers. They are a legal document of her slavery.
Slave papers are seen only in the "city cultures" on Gor. The jungle tribes, Torvaldslanders, Wagon Peoples, Savages, Alars, Rencers, etc do not follow the same customs of society that are seen in cities.
Here we see the documents kept accurate so they can be useful in a court of law.
I looked down at the new slave, whom I had decided to call ‘Talena’, which slave name was also entered on her papers, in the first endorsement, as her first slave name pertinent to these papers, and by means of which she could always be referred to in courts of law as, say, the slave who on such and such a date was known by the name ‘Talena.’ This did not preclude her name being changed, of course, now or later, by myself, or others.
Magicians
From the reference in this quote to measurments being taken "far beyond the requirements of law" we are given the understanding that Gorean law requires a certain amount and type of information to be noted on slave papers, and that slave papers may certainly contain added details beyond those required by law.
Additional measurements were taken with other instruments, such as a caliper. With these were recorded such data as the width and length of fingers and toes, the width of her heels, the lovely tiny distance between her nostrils, and so on. The result of this examination, of course, was to produce a network of data which, to a statistical certainty, far beyond the requirements of law, would be unique to a given female.
Magicians
And here we are told there are laws regarding the accuracy of the information contained in slave papers.
The reservations about hair coloring are particularly acute in commercial situations. One would not wish to buy a girl thinking she was auburn, a rare and muchly prized hair color on Gor, for example, and then discover later that she was, say, blond. Against such fraud, needless to say, the law provides redress. Slavers will take pains in checking out new catches, or acquisitions, to ascertain the natural color of their hair, one of the items one expects to find, along with fingerprints and measurements, and such, on carefully prepared slave papers.
Vagabonds
It is a felony in Gorean law to forge or enter false information on slave papers.
Some female slaves, incidentally, have a pedigreed lineage going back through several generations of slave matings, and their masters hold the papers to prove this. It is a felony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers.
Savages
There are "common slave papers" (generic blank forms we may assume) that can be filled out with pertinent information regarding a slave when the slave is sold at a time when the slave's papers are not in the owners hands, or at the initial enslavement.
"How much do you want?" I asked.
"A tarsk bit," said Appanius.
The retainers cried out with horror. The slave looked up, startled, trembling. Lavinia gasped.
"A tarsk bit," repeated Appanius.
The slave wept in shame, and jerked at the manacles in frustration. But he could not free himself. Well were his hands confined behind him.
"I think I can afford that," I said.
"That is the most valuable slave in Ar!" said one of the retainers.
"No," said Appanius. "It is the most worthless slave in Ar."
I removed a tarsk bit from my wallet and gave it to Appanius.
"He is yours," said Appanius.
The tarsk bit is the smallest denomination coin in common circulation in most Gorean cities.
"You do not mind filling out certain pertinent papers, do you?’ I asked. I had brought some sets of such papers with me.
"Common slave papers?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"It is not necessary," said one of the retainers.
"Not at all," said Appanius. "You do not have an appropriate collar at hand, I gather."
"No," I said.
"If I am not mistaken," said Marcus, "ink and a pen are in the back."
"Interesting," I said. To be sure, they had been here when he had scouted the compartments. Doubtless they had been used before, in the course of Appanius’ acquiring new slaves. Slave papers, too, were in the back, although I had brought my own. Hoods, gags, ropes, and such, were in the back, too.
"Give me the papers," said Appanius.
I handed him a set.
"I will fill these out in the back, and you, Lucian, will witness them."
...
In a few moments Appanius and I had concluded our business. The papers had been signed, and witnessed.
Magicians
Contents of Slave Papers
GENERAL
Slave name
Pervious slave names (at the times of various prior endorsements) Current owner Previous owners (as noted on papers through sales and filings)
Date of initial enslavement
Manner of initial enslavement (capture, judicial enslavement, debt, etc)
Endorsements (As slave is passed from one owner to another)
Bills of sale
Hair color
Eye color
Weight
Height
Finger prints
Toe prints
ATTRIBUTES
Skills & training
Pedigree (if bred slave)
Literate or illiterate
Type of brand
Ears - pierced or not
Status - Red silk or white silk
MEASUREMENTS
Structure of ear lobes
Width of fingers
Length of fingers
Width of toes
Length of toes
Width of heels
Distance between nostrils
Measurements (in horts, bust, waist, hips)
Wrist ring size
Ankle ring size
Collar size
QUOTES ON CONTENT OF SLAVE PAPERS AND MANUMISSION PAPERS
Quotes on Contents of Slave Papers
Slave name
I looked down at the new slave, whom I had decided to call ‘Talena’, which slave name was also entered on her papers, in the first endorsement, as her first slave name pertinent to these papers, and by means of which she could always be referred to in courts of law as, say, the slave who on such and such a date was known by the name ‘Talena.’ This did not preclude her name being changed, of course, now or later, by myself, or others.
Magicians
Previous slave names (the mention of Talena being her "first slave name pertinent to these papers" indicates that the current slave name, I looked down at the new slave, whom I had decided to call ‘Talena’, which slave name was also entered on her papers, in the first endorsement, as her first slave name pertinent to these papers, and by means of which she could always be referred to in courts of law as, say, the slave who on such and such a date was known by the name ‘Talena.’ This did not preclude her name being changed, of course, now or later, by myself, or others.
Magicians
Dancing skills / training
I gathered this form of dance was quite common here and that it might be required of any female, or any female of our sort. Interestingly enough I had had only two days of this sort of instruction before I was stopped, and sent from the room, to be applied to other lessons. I was told that my skills in these matters, as they had now ascertained, and confirming reports on my "papers," or "records," were already far beyond the rudiments that I would obtain in such a class. I was simply dismissed from the class, to address myself to other lessons; I had, so to speak, "validated that requirement."
Dancer
Pedigree
Some female slaves, incidentally, have a pedigreed lineage going back through several generations of slave matings, and their masters hold the papers to prove this. It is a felony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers.
Savages
Manner of initial enslavement
"How came you to be a slave?" I asked.
She looked up, her eyes clouded. She bit her lip.
"Consider your reply carefully," I said.
"I was taken to the levies," she said.
"You have earned yourself discipline," I said.
"Please, no!" she cried. "Have pity on me! I am only a poor slave!"
"Do you think it is permissible for you to lie to a free man?" I asked.
"No, Master!" she said. She put down her head, her head in her hands, and sobbed.
"Your reticence is interesting," I said. "The matter is doubtless entered in your papers."
"Yes, Master," she sobbed.
"Speak, girl," I said.
"I was taken pursuant to the couching laws," she said.
Magicians
Several measurements
At this point Tolnar and Venlisius reentered the room and, in a few moments, were in the process of filling out the papers. These included an extremely complete description of the woman, exact even to details such as the structure of her ear lobes. Tolnar then, with a graduated tape, reaching in and about the net, and moving the woman as necessary, took a large number of measurements, these being recorded by Venlisius. Additional measurements were taken with other instruments, such as a caliper. With these were recorded such data as the width and length of fingers and toes, the width of her heels, the lovely tiny distance between her nostrils, and so on. The result of this examination, of course, was to produce a network of data which, to a statistical certainty, far beyond the requirements of law, would be unique to a given female. Then, one hand at a time, pulled a bit from the net, then reinserted in it, her fingerprints were taken. Following this, her toeprints were taken. Then, the woman shaken, tears on the furs, was again fully within the net, on her belly. Her fingers and toes were dark with ink, from the taking of the prints. I had taken care, behind her, holding her, and such, to see that she had not seen me.
Magicians
Various measurements - collar size, weight, wrist ring and ankle ring size...
By the hand he led me to the center of the block. "She is reluctant," he said to the crowd, in explanation.
I stood before the men.
"Are you comfortable now, dear lady?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Thank you."
Suddenly, angrily, he threw me to the wood at his feet. I heard the hiss of his whip. Five times he lashed me and I screamed, covering my head with my hands. Then I lay trembling, lashed, at his feet.
"She is Girl 128," he said to the crowd. From an assistant he took a board, with rings and papers. He read from that paper which was now first upon the board, others being loose and thrown back.
"128," he said, reading irritably, "is brown haired and brown eyed. She is 51 horts in height. Her weight is 29 stones. Her block measurements, certified, are 22 horts, 16 horts, 22 horts. She will take a number-two wrist ring and a number-two ankle ring. Her collar size is ten horts. She is illiterate, and, for most practical purposes, untrained. She cannot dance. Her brand is the Dina, the slave flower. Her ears are pierced." He looked down at me, and kicked me, lightly, with the side of his foot. "Stand, Slave," he said. Swiftly I stood.
....
The auctioneer took my hair in his hand and, cruelly, bent me back, standing. "22 horts," said he, indicating my breasts. "16 horts," said he, slapping me on the belly. "22 horts," said he, reaching across my body and placing his hand on my right hip, indicating the width of my body. These were my block measurements. I knew a master might keep me to such measurements, with the whip, if necessary. "Small," said he, "but sweet, a delicacy, noble sirs, with promise."
Slave Girl
Quotes on Manumission Papers
Papers of Manumission, as we have seen already, appear to be the "slave papers" with notations of that aprticular slave having been freed on a certain date, signed by the owner at the time, and certified.
"Extend your left wrist," I said to Milo.
He did so, and I unlocked the silver slave bracelet there, and handed it to him, with the key.
The new slave, the dark-haired, olive-skinned beauty who had but recently been the Ubara of Ar, was still unconscious. I had removed her from the couch and put her on the floor, on the heavy, flat stones, on her side, some feet to the left of the couch, as one faced it, from the foot, her wrists behind her, braceleted, chained to her ankles, her neck fastened by a short chain to a recessed slave ring. Near her, but not yet fixed upon her, were the makings of a gag.
"I do not understand," said Milo.
"It is silver," I said. "Perhaps you can sell it."
"I do not understand," he said.
"And these papers," I said, "are pertinent to you. They are all in order. I had Tolnar and Venlisius prepare them, before they left."
"Papers, Master?" he asked.
"You can read?" I asked.
"Yes, Master," he said.
"Do not call me ‘Master’." I said.
"Master?" he asked.
"The papers are papers of manumission," I said. "I am no longer your master. You no longer have a master."
"Manumission," he asked.
"You are free," I told him.
Lavinia, kneeling nearby, gasped, and looked up, wildly, at Milo.
"I have never been free," he said.
"No," I said.
"Does master not want me?" he asked.
"I do not even have a theater," I said. "What do I need with an actor?"
"You could sell me," he said.
"You are not a female," I said.
He looked down, wildly, at Lavinia.
"Now that," I said, "is a female. That is something fit for slave."
Magicians
In this quote, a former slave "had best have her papers of manumission in order". From everything else we know about slave papers, and the proper filing with the Cylinder of Records, it would be reasonable to assume that this refers to having copies of certified slave papers with the endorsement of the manumission on them. Additionally, we may conclude from the other information we have, that having a copy of the slave papers (with manumission) officially on file in the Cylinder of Records is key.
A girl with pierced ears is, of course; either a slave or a former slave. If she is a former slave, her papers of manumission had best be in perfect order. More than one freed woman, because of pierced ears, has found herself again on the block, again reduced by strong men to the helpless state of bondage. Such a woman is usually, by intent, sold away from her city, delivered for a pittance to a foreign buyer.
My ears were not pierced, so I needed not fear that the piercing of my ears would betray me to the casual glance of a Gorean male as a slave girl. I was, however, branded. Gorean free women, no more than the free women of Earth, do not wear brands. Only slave girls, on Earth or Gor, are branded. On Earth, where slavery is practiced, commonly only troublesome girls are branded. On Gor, on the other hand, all slave girls are branded.
I did not think I could well escape with my brand. It marked me too well as a slave.
Slave Girl
KISSES OF A SLAVE GIRL
Kisses of slave girl are yielding
There is a difference between the kiss of the free woman and the kiss of the slave girl; the slave girl yields to her master; the difference is unmistakable. It is said that he whose lips have never touched those of a slave girl does not know, truly, what it is to hold a woman in his arms.
Beasts
The eleven kisses
Although we are not told what the "eleven kisses" are, (names of the kisses) or how these particular kisses are performed, we are given the understanding that the "eleven kisses" are so basic that it is preposterous that a "trained pleasure slave" could not know them. (Perhaps similar to claiming one is a Chief Financial Officer on earth, yet not knowing how to add or subtract?)
"Another loot girl taken by our noble Captain, Bejar, in his brilliant capture of the Blossoms of Telnus," called the auctioneer. He was also the slaver, Vart, once Publius Quintus of Ar, banished from that city, and nearly impaled, for falsifying slave data. He had advertised a girl as a trained pleasure slave who, as it turned out, did not even know the eleven kisses.
Explorers
The hundred kisses
The "eleven kisses" appear to be the basic kisses that slave girls learn. We are given enough information in the books to understand that there are more than eleven kisses on Gor and that trained pleasure slaves (those select few trained for months in slaver houses to be specifically "pleasure slaves") are taught a large variety of kisses uncommon to most slaves.
Here, a mention of "the hundred kisses" (which would reasonably be assumed to be beyond the basic eleven kisses).
"They cannot even speak Gorean," said the man beside me.
"Barbarians," I said.
"Yes," he said. The girl had spoken in English. This had confirmed my surmise as to their origin. I had come to Seibar's market out of curiosity. I had heard he was the major dealer in Kailiauk for barbarian slaves. I did not know, but I suspected that he himself was not in league with Kurii, but merely purchased wholesale lots of such girls from one or more of their agents. Such girls, I gathered, from my conversations with the teamster with whom I had ridden to Fort Haskins, were sold at various points along the perimeter. I had, earlier in the afternoon, on one of my purchased kaiila, scouted the terrain north and south of Kailiauk. In my ride I had come to one place, sheltered among small hills, in which I had found scorched grass and several, rounded six-inch-deep impressions in the earth. It had been there, I speculated, that one of the steel ships of the Kurii had landed. Also there were wagon tracks leading away from the area, toward Kailiauk. I was less fortunate, at various small camps and outlying farms, in obtaining information as to the possible whereabouts of a white trader named Grunt. I did not approach the Ihanke, nor did I wish to do so, if possible, until I knew exactly what I was doing. I did not know, for example, even if it were guarded or not.
"Even if such girls understood Gorean," said the fellow next to me, amused, "they could probably not even understand what was required of them. They probably do not even know the hundred kisses."
"They could be taught," I said.
"That is so," he laughed.
Savages
This quote refers to special training a slave is receiving in a Slaver House. (Three girls out of the 4,000 - 6,000 slaves in the House at the time are chosen to be trained by the best trainer in the house - training that takes months.)
Elizabeth, one of the three, is taught "an unbelievable variety of kisses". Given the way the quote is written, "a large number of dances, dozens of songs, and an unbelievable variety of kisses and caresses", it is impossible to tell how many kisses are taught, but it appears that it would be more than "a large number" (the dances) or "dozens" (the songs). Certainly we can accept that "an unbelievable variety" refers to more than "eleven" (as in, the eleven kisses)
Elizabeth was, however, to my satisfaction, taught a large number of things which, to my mind, were more appropriate to the training of slave girls, including a large number of dances, dozens of songs, and an unbelievable variety of kisses and caresses. The sheer mechanics of her repertoire, theoretically outfitting her to give exquisite pleasure to anyone from an Ubar to a peasant, are much too complex and lengthy to recount here.
Assassins
We see that toward the end of the intensive training, the girls return to various "basics", and "basic kisses" are mentioned among them.
I sensed that our training was coming to an end. We were returning to various basics, almost as elementary as scales to the musician, such things as basic kisses, caresses, position, attitudes and movements.
Kajira
First Kiss of the Captive Slave Girl
This kiss is not described, but simply named as a specific "kiss". This kiss is part of the intensive training being given to the three slave girls referred to above. Whether it is one of the more basic kisses, or among the more advanced kisses taught in intensive pleasure slave training, we do not know.
"And yesterday," laughed Elizabeth, rocking back, clapping her hands, "when Sura asked him to stand forth that one of us might approach him to administer the First Kiss of the Captive Slave Girl, it was you who first sprang to your feet."
Assassins
Chain Kiss
A specific kiss that a slave girl invented herself, in her efforts to please men.
"There are many things, clever, subtle exciting things a girl may do with such a chain; some of thse were shown to me, and others I invented, sharing them with other girls at the tavern. One thing that was shown to me was the slave bridle; the male takes the light chain back between the teeth of the girl and holds it, together behind her neck, thus, too, pinning her hands there, helplessly; he then contols her by means of the bridle; my own invention was the chain kiss; one clasps the leg with the chain against the interior of the thigh, and then, from the side of the knee, one begins to kiss the leg, one's lips and teeth hot about the chain; the male feels both the chain and her mouth, biting and kissing, climbing the chain; she climbs the chain and descends it, and climbs it again, until he orders her to leave it."
Slave Girl
Kisses indicating some skill and experience
This slave has not received Slaver House formal training, but has learned "on the job". Her skill is much improved since the last time this man had contact with her.
"Are you as innocent and as clumsy as before?" he asked.
"No, Master," I said, putting my head down, beginning to kiss him on the side of the leg, deeply, puffing, sucking, at the hair a tiny bit.
"I see not," he said, laughing.
I looked up. "I have been taught how to please men," I said.
Slave Girl
Kissing inanimate articles
Not a "specific kiss", these quotes simply enlightens us on an aspect of training a Man may use with his personal slave.
"You are now going to make as complete a circuit of the room as is practical," he said. "You will, where practical, kiss the walls at the corners, on each side of the corner, about five horts from the corner and about ten horts from the floor. Where you come to chests or furniture, you will treat them as extensions of the wall, kissing them at the corners, and so on. You will then return exactly to your present position."
"Yes, Master," I said.
"You may now leave," he said.
"Yes, Master," I said. "Thank you, Master." I then began my journey. The kissing of inanimate articles, such as a master's sandals, or the tiles on which he has walked, is used in teaching a girl respect and reverence. There was something of this involved in his command, the having to kiss the walls of his room, the furniture there, and such, but the form of the command was presumably motivated primarily by the consideration that compliance with it would guarantee a full and adequate negotiation of the room's interior perimeter.
I was then, after a time, again where I had been before on all fours, some ten feet from his chair, facing him. The leash, dangling from my collar, was now trailing behind me, between my legs.
Kajira
He kept me on the leash for at least twenty Ehn and, in the latter portion of this time, commanded me. It seemed as if he made me move, and posed me, in almost every way in which a strong male might desire to see a human female, and I, of course, must conform perfectly to his wishes on my leash. He even took me about the room and to his couch. He made me do such things as grind my belly against the wall of the room and throw myself, on my belly and back, over the great storage chest, wooden and iron-banded, at one side of the room. I remember the feel of the wood and iron. Too, he permitted me, even ordered me, upon his couch, there to continue my performances. I must first, of course, kneel at the lower left side of the couch and kiss the covers before being permitted to creep upon it. Then he drew me from the couch to the floor at its foot, near the slave ring. With one hand he flung covers to the floor there, on the tiles.
He then pointed to a place on the tiles, out from the covers but in front of them. "A free person has walked here," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. I then, kneeling, put down my head and kissed the indicated place three times.
Kajira
TYPES OF SLAVES
COIN GIRLS ON GOR
Coin girl defined
A form of street slave
Sent out by their Masters with coin boxes and bells to earn him money for her use
Coin girls were a form of street slave, usually sent into the streets around dusk by their masters, who commonly own several of them, with a chain on their neck, to which would be attached, normally, a bell, to call attention to their whereabouts, and a small, locked coin box. And woe to the girl who returns with coins jangling in the box! To be sure, in some places, one might even have a paga slave, or a brothel slave, for as little as a tarsk bit.
Renegades
"The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave."
Guardsman
The Coin box and bell
Bell is narrow, flattish, triangular shaped
Box is small, metal, locked.
"I unwrapped then the object from the silk on the table. There was the sound of the metal clapper in the narrow, flattish, triangular shaped bell, the rustle of the chain and lock, the sound of the small, metal,sturdy, rectangular, locked coin box. I dangled the chain, the girl bell and the coin box before her eyes.
Rogue
Being a coin girl as discipline
Private slaves sometimes sent out as coin girls to discipline when they have not been fully pleasing
"An excellent idea," sid Tasdron. "Now she will attract only the attention natural to a coin girl in the streets." "Some may recognize her, of course," I said. "I do not think many will," said Tasdron, "and if some do, they will simply assume that she has been put into the streets for discipline."
"That too was my conjecture," I said. Though the Gorean coin girl is commonly one of several girls, one of a stable there so to speak, sent daily into the streets to earn money as the chattels they are for their master, under the penalty of whippings or tortures, or death, if their day's work does not prove sufficiently lucrative, it is not unknown for this sensual charge to be also placed upon a private girl, usually as a punishment for having failed in some way, often trivial or negligible, to be fully pleasing.
After having been sent into the humiliations and dangers of the streets, it is a rare girl who does not hurry back, eager and chastened, to the intimate joys of a private slavery.
Rogue
The slaves Master may even send men to 'test' her
Too, it is not unkown for a master to sometimes send even an equisitely trained, beautiful high slave into the streets, usually as a joke or a discipline. Such a girl knows that she must perform superbly. Some of the men she falls in with may have been hired by her master, to report back on the quality of her services."
Guardsman
The Coin girl business
Coin girl usually owned as one of many by a renter/dealer
Sent out to streets in afternoon
Beaten if not profitable
Coin girls must return before 19th ahn
Hours of use of coin girls is by agreement of the renters/dealers in coin girls
"It is called the Street of the Writhing Slave. It is dark and narrow, and not far from the wharves. It has its name from the fact that most renters of, and dealers in, Coin Girls in Victoria, keep their kennels on this street. The girls of the day, designated by a coiled whip pressed against their left shoulder, wearing their neck chains, with the attached bell and coin box, are sent into the streets in the late afternoon and expected to return before the nineteenth ahn. And woe to the girl who does not return with a jangling coin box on her neck chain! Some girls, once designated, and locked in their accounterments, kneeling, weeping, scratch even at the insides of the stout gates of their masters' houses, hoping to be sent into the streets early, that their chances of turning a profit for their master, and thus avoiding a beating or torture, may be enhanced. Such a lenience, however, is seldom shown to the girls, as it is against an agreement binding the entrepreneurs engaged in this trade. Sometimes the girls are sent into the streets with their hands braceleted behind their backs. Sometimes they are sent into the streets with their small hands free, that they may use them to please their master's customers. Sometimes a new girl is sent into the streets on a leash, with an older girl, that she may learn how a Coin Girl behaves."
Guardsman
"I continued to walk up the Street of the Writhing Slave. Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies."
Guardsman
" 'It is late,' said the girl with the leash. 'It is past the nineteenth Ahn. That you should be out now is even against the agreements of the renters of Coin Girls.'
Guardsman
Learning to be a coin girl
Sometimes sent leashed with another coin girl to learn
Sometimes a new girl is sent into the streets on a leash, with an older girl, that she may learn how a Coin Girl behaves."
Guardsman
"The girl who held her leash then jerked twice on the leash. 'May I serve your pleasure, Master?' asked the leashed girl.
'I thought you were a Coin Girl,' I said.
'She is a Coin Girl,' said the girl who held her leash. Then she jerked the leash once, against the collar ring.
'I am a Coin Girl,' said the leashed girl, before me.
'Interest him,' said the other girl.
'I am yours for a tarsk bit, Master,' said the leashed girl.
'Open your tunic,' said the other girl.
The girl then slipped loose the binding-fiber belt, letting it fall against the two belt loops in the back. Then, with her left hand and her right hand, parting the tunic, holding it open, she showed herself to me.
She was the most beautiful, and attractive, woman I had ever seen.
'It is my hope that I please Master,' she said.
'Beverly,' I said.
'She has no name,' said the girl who held her leash, 'Her master has not yet given her one. but once, it is true, that she was known as Beverly. For that reason I suggest, if you are interested in her, that you give her, for your use of her, another name.'
I regarded the beautiful girl. she trembled. she did not close her tunic."
Guardsman
" 'You are a female, and he is a man,' said the girl who held the leash. 'Interest him.'
'Please, Mistress,' begged the girl.
'Bite at his tunic, and lick at his legs and feet,' commanded the girl who held the leash.
Softly then did the bell of the Coin Girl sound, and the chain and coin box on her neck, as she who had once been Miss Henderson turned her head to the side, and began, with her small, fine white teeth, to bite and nibble at the hem of my tunic. I felt these small tugs, piteous and delicate, and then she, with her lips, pressed the wet tunic against my thigh and through the wet cloth, kissed me. She then, putting her head down, began to lick and kiss at my legs and feet. She performed this submission behavior for several minutes, piteously, desperately, beseechingly, entreatingly. Then, at last, her head down, over my feet, she whispered, begging, 'Please have me for a tarsk bit, Master. Please have me for only a tarsk bit, Master.' "
Guardsman
Coin girl at work
Taking advantage of lust aroused by dancers, to earn her coin
After the dance of Tuka, men and slaves departed from the circle, many doubtless to hurry to their blankets and tents. I, too, thought I had taken comfort earlier with the blond mat girl, was uncomfortable.
"Use me, Master?" said a coin girl.
I looked down at her, a small brunet, half naked in a ta-teera, a slave rag. About her neck, over her collar, close about it, was a chain collar, padlocked shut, with its coin box, and slot.
"Master?" she smiled.
I was angry. She had doubtless come to a circle, knowing that fellows in need, ones without slaves, such as I, might be found there. Her attitude seemed to me insufficiently respectful. She was not even kneeling.
"Oh!" she cried, spinning to the side, cuffed.
I snapped my fingers. "There," I said, pointing, indicating a place before me, "kneel there, facing away from me." Swiftly she crawled to the place, obeying. "On your belly," I snapped. Swiftly did she fling herself, a slave who might have been displeasing, in terror, to her belly. I seized her ankles and parted them, widely, pulling her toward me. "Perhaps you deserve a full lashing," I said. "No, please, Master!" she wept. "How much are you?" I asked. "Only a tarsk bit, Master!" she wept. I considered the matter. I could afford that. I dragged her back to me. She gasped, mine. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!" Then I thrust her from me, and stood. She was then on her side, looking back at me. She was grasping. I kicked her, angrily, with the side of my foot. She winced. "Forgive me, Master," she wept. "I beg forgiveness!" "Perhaps you will learn manners," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. "Perhaps you will know enough next time to be respectful, and to kneel before men," I said. Yes, Master," she said. "Forgive me, Master!" I looked down upon her angrily. I think she feared she might be again cuffed, or kicked. Then she crawled to my feet, and kissed them. Then she looked up at me. "Buy me, "she begged, suddenly. "It is to a man such as you that I wish to belong!" I dragged her to her knees by the hair and, she sobbing, trying to hold me, thrust a coin, a tarsk bit into the coin box. I then thrust her back to the dirt, on her side, and, turning about, angrily, left her. "Master!" she called after me. "Please, Master!" In a time I turned back to regard her. She was where I had left her, except that she was now kneeling. Her shoulders shook with sobs. She had the coin box, on its chain, lifted in her hands. Her head was down, and her hair fell about the coin box. She pressed her lips to it, again and again, sobbing. I did not think that she was a poor slave. I think rather that she merely needed a strong master.
"Well done," said a fellow, passing me.
I looked back at the girl again. She did have pretty thighs, well revealed in the ta-teera. But then I steeled myself against softness, and reminded myself that this was no time to acquire a bond maid, even one with a lovely little figure and pretty thighs, one who was now clearly ready to obey instantly, and with perfection
Magicians
HOUSE GIRL
House girls are not normally involved in serving dinner
"Although you have been purchased as house girls," said Teela, and surely we need more of them around here, you will also be expected upon occasion, as tonight, to serve at dinner. Indeed, I suspect that the Master has more in mind from you than simple domestic services."
Kajira
House girls have light duties, as those of a maid
Dusting and cleaning
Making beds
Tidying rooms
May help in kitchen
Dressed in light white house tunic similar to those worn by tower slaves
Though I had been here only two days, some forty Ahn, I reveled in its contrast with the mills.
It was clean, and spacious and quiet, and had lovely grounds, surrounded by a high, white wall, in which was an ornate, barred gate. Here I was well rested and well fed. My duties were light, usually those of a maid, dusting and cleaning, making beds, tidying rooms, and such. Sometimes, too, I helped in the kitchen. I did not have to wear the mill uniform, bearing the sign for the enterprises of Mintar, but wore, instead, usually, a light, white house tunic, similar to that often worn by tower slaves. I even had access to a bath.
Kajira
Kennel of house girls
Similarly my kennel was comfortable and, for a kennel, spacious. I could not stand erect in it but there was more than enough room to stretch out and roll about. The gate in the kennel was a small one. It was barred, and set in the barred side of the kennel facing the corridor. It is common to have one side of a kennel open, except for the bars. The girl is always, you see, to be available to the eyes of the master.
He may look upon her whenever he chooses, day or night.
The small gate is also common in slave kennels. The girl, commonly, accordingly, enters and leaves the kennel on all fours. She is, after all, an animal. Too, it is useful in various leashing and chaining arrangements. In this house, as in most, the girl is kept naked in the kennel. I did not mind the tiny gate of the kennel, however, or my observability and nudity within it. I much preferred its semi-privacy to the locked domitory at the mill. Too, its comforter, blankets and pillow were a welcome change from the flat, straw-filled mat and thin blanket on the cement floor of the dormitory.
Kajira
Carrying out the trash
I slipped behind the girl and suddenly seized her, holding my hand tightly over her mouth. The trash she carried spilled. I dragged her backwards. She struggled. She made muffled noises. I threw her down, behind the row of trash containers behind the house of Oneander in Ar. My hand was at her throat, thrusting the light steel collar she wore up under her chin. "Make no sound," I warned her. She was blond. She wore the brief, sleeveless white tunic of a house slave. She was barefoot. I recognized her. She was the woman, once free, who had been last on the coffle of Oneander long ago in Ar, the same coffle in which Miss Henderson had been secured. "Rape me quickly," she said. "I must soon be back."
Rogue
KETTLE AND MAT GIRLS
Purpose and duties of kettle slaves
Women designated to perform cooking and cleaning as their primary service
Among the crowd, though it was predominantly male, there were, as I might have mentioned, several women, perhaps one in ten or fifteen; many of these were doubtless rich, and of High Caste; some of them were probably interested in picking up a serving slave; kettle wenches, so to speak, would probably be purchased at one of the minor markets; their bids would be made by a male agent;
Assassin
"We will need one," said Clitus, "to cook, and clean, and run errands."
Telima cast him a dark look.
"Yes," I said, "that is true."
"Telima," said Telima, "is not a serving slave."
"Kettle Girl," I said.
Raiders
Dressed not in silks but rep-cloth tunic
Hands, skin and hair exhibit signs of toiling in hot kitchen
Of the four girls only she did not wear silk, for she was only a Kettle Slave. She wore a brief tunic only of rep-cloth, already stained with grease and the spatterings of the kitchen. Her hair was not combed, and there was dirt on her knees and face. Her face was tired, and strained, and red, flushed from the heat of the cooking fires. Her hands had been blistered from scrubbing and burned from the cooking, roughened and reddened from the cleaning and the washing of the bowls and goblets. I found great pleasure in seeing the proud Telima, who had been my Mistress, as mere Kettle Slave.
Raiders
Serving dinner to men and their slaves
We were served by the Kettle Slave, Telima. She poured paga for the men, and Ka-la-na for the women. She tore the bread for us, broke the cheese, ribboned the eels and cut the tarsk. She hurried from one to the other, and the musicians as well, scarcely serving one before being summoned to another. The girls commanded her as well as the men. She was only Kettle Slave and thus, they were of a higher sort than she. Further, I gathered, on the islands, Telima, with her beauty, her skills and arrogance, had not been popular, and it pleased them no little that she should be, in effect, slave for them as well as their masters.
Raiders
After serving, sent back to kitchen while the party goes on
"Go to the kitchen," said I, "Kettle Slave."
Telima turned and, in the stained tunic of rep-cloth, left the room, as she had been commanded.
The music grew more wild.
Raiders
Kept in kitchens mostly
Chained in kitchens at night
Telima I kept mostly in the kitchens, with the other Kettle Slaves, with instructions to the Kitchen Master that the simplest and least pleasant tasks be hers, and that she be worked the hardest of all.
I did, however, specify that it would be she who must personally wait my table and serve my food each night, that I might each night renew my pleasure at finding my former Mistress, weary from her day's labors, soiled and uncombed, in her brief, miserable, stained rep-cloth garment, serving me as Kettle Slave. Following the meal she would retire to my quarters which, on hands and knees, with brush and bucket, she would scrub to the satisfaction of a Whip Slave, with strap, standing over her. Then she would retire again to the kitchen for the work there that would have been left for her, after which, when finished, she would be chained for the night.
Raiders
What makes a slave designated as a "Kettle slave"
A slave considered unresponsive to a mans touch, dull
The girl seemed to understand nothing. Then, when poked with the slave goad, she called out in a nasal tone, not her own, in painfully, apparently memorized Gorean, "Buy me, Masters.''
The crowd howled with disgust and laughter. The auctioneer seemed beside himself. The auctioneer, subtly, or apparently so, then administered the Slaver's caress to her, but she scarcely noted the touch.
...
The crowd hooted and screamed for her to be taken away, while she looked at them in puzzlement, like a bosk cow, scarcely comprehending or concerned. ...
"What am I offered for this slave?" called the auctioneer. There were jeers and cries.
Yet when he persisted, there were some token offers, perhaps by men who wished to obtain a kettle girl for next to nothing; ....
The auctioneer, as though in the throes of misery, almost threw the poor girl back down the stairs of the block, kicking her bit of dark blanket angrily after her.
Assassin
Simply for the pleasure of revenge it brings to her new Master
From the sack at the side of my chair, that filled muchly with gold, I drew forth a small piece of folded, wadded cloth. I threw it to the girl.
She caught it, and looked at it. "No!' she cried.
"Put it on," I told her.
"No, no!" she cried in fury, leaping to her feet, holding the piece of cloth.
She turned to flee, but was ringed by my men. She turned again to face me, holding the cloth. "No!" she said in rage, "No!"
"Put it on," I told her.
Furiously she drew on the garment.
There was great laughter from the tables.
The Lady Vivina stood before me clad in the garment of a Kettle Slave.
"In Cos," I told her, "you would have been Ubara. In my house you will be Kettle Slave."
Enraged, red with shame, her fists clenched, in the brief garment of the Kettle Slave, the Lady Vivina stood before us.
The room was convulsed with laughter.
"Kitchen Master!" I called.
"Here, Captain!" cried Tellius, from behind the tables.
"Come here!" I called.
The man approached the table.
"Here," I told him, gesturing to the girl, "is a new girl for the kitchens."
He laughed, and walked about her, his switch in his hand. "She is a beauty," he said.
"See that she is worked well," I said.
"She will be," he promised me.
The Lady Vivina looked on me with fury.
Raiders
Again, revenge
Her hands had been blistered from scrubbing and burned from the cooking, roughened and reddened from the cleaning and the washing of the bowls and goblets. I found great pleasure in seeing the proud Telima, who had been my Mistress, as mere Kettle Slave.
Raiders
In an auction that is going swiftly, a girl may not have enough time to display herself properly, to impress and entice - and may end up purchased to be used as a kettle slave
At the minor blocks in the small houses, or even the minor blocks in the Curulean, sales are conducted with a swiftness and dispatch that gives the girl little time to interest and impress buyers, with the result that even a very fine girl, to her indignation and shame, may be sold for only an average price to an average buyer, who may use her for little more than, as it is said, kettle and mat.
Assassin
Slaves deemed not to know how to move well and pleasure men, and considered to be untrainable in grace and sensuality - may be pegged as Kettle slaves
"Now this one," said Sura, examining Phyllis, "has a slave's body, but how does she move? I have seen these barbarians. They cannot even stand straight. They cannot even walk."
"Do what you can," said Flaminius.
"It is hopeless," said Sura, stepping back to us. "Nothing can be done for them. Sell them off a minor block and be done with it. They are kettle girls, only that." Sura dialed the slave goad down, and then switched it off.
"Sura," said Flaminius.
"Kettle girls," snapped Sura.
Assassin
Slaves known to be quite pleasing sensually to men are not generally considered for kettle slaves
"Your girls are pot girls," said the bearded man, "kettle-and mat girls, laundresses, stable sluts."
I heard Tupita gasp in anger, tied to my right. She had been the "first girl" in a much-frequented tavern in Brundisium...
I had been first, at least for a time, on at least some of the lists at the baths in Brundisium. Too, I had been a fine dancer, one of the finest, I suspect, in Brundisium! If they could have seen me curling about a man's feet in an alcove, licking and kissing them, then inching upward, piteously, hopefully, then kneeling beside him, looking up, kissing, licking, pleading, I do not think they would have been so quick to dismiss me as a mere "pot girl."
Dancer
GENERAL WORK SLAVES
Female work slaves, usually sold in lots together to work in public kitchens, laundries or mills
Work slaves are a very low form of slave, lower than kettle-and-mat
There was another reason I was retracing our steps on the Argentum road. Yesterday I had seen another open slave wagon, a long, wide wagon much like I had seen a few days ago. It, too, had contained several girls, their individual neck chains strung to a common central chain, their bair cropped as insolently short as mine. The similarity of the two wagons and the chaining arrangements suggested that a single company wasinvolved. I had made inquiries. These were girls of the sort sometimes referred to as female work slaves. It is a very low form of slave, indeed, perhaps the lowest. Seldom can they aspire even to the status of the kettle-and-mat girl. They do not bring high prices. They are usually sold in multi-item lots in cheap markets and are usually purchased to be used in such places as the public kitchens or laundries, and the mills. From these applications, they are sometimes referred to, naturally enough, as "kitchen girls," "laundry girls," "mill girls," and so on.
Kajira
Work slave usually wear brown or gray work tunics
"I wore a brief, one-piece brown work tunic. It was all I wore, with the exception of the collar. We wore such tunics when engaged as work slaves. The tunics of work slaves are usually brown or gray." Slave Girl
Life for work slaves is repetitive, dawn to dusk performing tasks
Similarly, one day was much as another for Elinor Brinton, the female work slave in the camp of Rask of Treve. She rose at dawn and, until dusk, with her work companions, performed her repetitive, servile tasks. After the night feeding, she, with her work companions, would be ordered to the slave shed, where they would be locked for the night, only to be summoned again in the morning, ordered from the shed, for another round of their labors, tasks fit for such as they, female work slaves.
I learned to iron and sew, and to cook and clean.
Captive
Work slaves separate and different from slaves for the pleasure of men
I looked up at Ute. "You wear the Kajira talmit," I said.
"The first girl of the work slaves," said Ute, "had been sold shortly before my capture. There had been dissensions, factions, among the girls, each wanting one of their own party to be first girl. I was new. I had no allegiances. Rask of Treve, by his will, and because, for some reason, he trusted me, set me above them all."
"Am I to be a work slave?" I asked.
"Did you expect to be sent to the tent of the women?’ asked Ute.
"Yes," I said. I had indeed expected to live in the tent of the women, not in a dark shed, among work girls.
Ute laughed. "You are a work slave."
Captive
Work slaves in a camp kept in a dormitory
She stood before the long, low shed, which I had seen before, when I had examined the camp. It was windowless, and formed of heavy logs. It had a heavy plank door, which was now open. When I had seen it before, it had been locked by two hasps and staples, secured by two heavy padlocks. A lovely girl, in brief work tunic, emerged, and went about the camp. I had supposed it a storage shed. I now realized it was a dormitory for female work slaves. And I realized, to my horror, that I would be such a slave.
Captive
Performing laundry & ironing duties in a camp
Behind the kitchen shed, I was ironing. To one side there was a large pile of laundered work tunics, which I had washed in the early morning. The smooth board was set before me, mounted on two wooden blocks. A bowl of water was nearby, and a fire, over which, on an iron plate fixed on stones, there were, heating, five, small, flat-bottomed, rounded, wooden-handled Gorean irons. I had been kneeling before the board, ironing the tunics, which I would then fold and place to one side. Behind the kitchen shed, I had not been able to see the alighting of the tarns. I could hear, however, the delighted cries of the girls and the loud, warm, answering shouts of the men.
Captive
Slave is designated as a cleaning slave until her hair grows back and she is considered fit for pleasing men
She looked at Samos. "Then," said Samos, to the guards, "use her as a low work-slave in the pens primarily as a cleaning slave. A month before her hair is regrown, and she is fit for sale, wash her and put her in a stimulation cage and train her extensively."
Tribesmen
A FW 'S SERVING SLAVE
The serving slave
The serving slave appears to be a slave either owned by or assigned to a specific free person (usually a free woman) for the purposes of seeing to their personal comfort.
"You are Susan, are you not," inquired Miles of Argentum, "who was as personal serving slave to Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus?"
Kajira
"My second witness," said Miles of Argentum, "is the woman who served her intimately in her own quarters, who bathed her and clothed her, and combed her hair, who was to her as her own personal serving slave, now one of my own slaves, Susan."
Kajira
"Iwoso does not want the slave to learn the pleasures of men," said Cuwignaka. "Doubtless she fears it will spoil her as a serving slave for a woman."
"She is right," I said.
Blood Brothers
I, too, was surprised. Kneeling before us, on the wagon bed, her hands braceleted behind her back, two small keys dangling from her enameled collar was Taphris, who was one of the personal serving slaves of the Lady Florence.
"It seems you have fallen from the Mistress' favor, Taphris," said Kenneth.
Fighting Slave
Each evening five lovely, long-haired, uncollared serving slaves would come to her cell, to bathe her and perfume her, to prepare her for love. These girls, under the instructions of Cernus, were extremely deferential, save that they were continually to amuse themselves at the prisoner's expense, making sport of her shaved head, laughing and joking about it among themselves. Four times Claudia Tentia Hinrabia had attempted to kill one of the girls but the others would easily overpower her; and the Hinrabian must endure her bath and her perfuming; when finished the girls would lock her raiment in a chest and then draw a slave hood over her head, locking it in place, and the Hinrabian, stripped, perfumed, hooded, chained, must wait for he for whom she has been prepared.
Assassin
The duties of a serving slave
"Are you familiar with the duties of a serving slave?" she asked.
"Elicia!" I cried.
"Are you?" she asked. "I do not wish to spend a great deal of time training you."
"To some extent," I said, coldly.
"It is all a little thing like you is good for," she said. "I will get much use from you."
Slave Girl
Preparing the bath for the free - serving slave must know exact temperature that is preferred
Untying sandals and disrobing the free
"Prepare my bath," she said.
I went to draw water from the cistern. Too, I lit the tiny oil fire beneath the tempering vessel, on its iron tripod. One regulates the temperature by mixing warmer and cooler waters. A serving slave must know the exact temperature at which her mistress wishes the water of her bath. The Lady Elicia would tell me once, I knew. After that, if it were not correct, I would be punished. I knew she would have little patience with me. I must serve her perfectly. When the water was ready, I prepared the oils, the towels, and foams of the bath.
"Your bath is ready, Lady Elicia, my mistress," I said, kneeling before her.
"Untie my sandals," she said, sitting on her bed, "and disrobe me."
I obeyed.
Slave Girl
Remaining near in case anything is wanted
"Attend me now," she said. "I would bathe."
She entered the water gracefully, her hair bound in a towel, luxuriating in the multicolored foams of beauty. She lifted her limbs, washing herself indolently, beautifully.
I knelt beside the sunken bath, to wait upon her, her slave, should she desire aught.
Slave Girl
Combing hair and washing the feet of the free person
Then, two or three other groups of Tuchuk struggled in, each lending some wretched wench who had but hours before owned them.
These girls they forced to comb their hair and wash their feet before the tables, performing the duties of serving slaves.
Nomads
Fanning the free person in uncomfortable temperatures
They were among the gifts which Bila Huruma had sent ahead to his projected companion, Tende. I smiled and licked my lips. Though they had been bought to be the serving slaves of a woman I had little doubt that their purchase had been effected by a male agent. In the hands of each of the slaves was a long-handled fan, terminating in a semicircle of colorful feathers. Gently, cooling her, they fanned their mistress.
Explorers
Keeping the compartments of the free person -
Dusting & cleaning
Cooking and washing
Sent on errands
Brought along on errands to carry purchases
I was Judy, her house and serving slave. I kept her compartments, dusting and cleaning. I cooked and washed. I did all trivial, unpleasant and servile work for her. It was a great convenience to her to own me. Often she would send me shopping, my hands braceleted behind my back, a leather capsule, a cylinder, tied about my neck, containing her order and coins. The merchant would then fill her order, tie the merchandise about my neck, put the change in the leather capsule, close it and, sometimes with a friendly slap, dismissing me, reminding me that I was pretty, regardless of being a woman’s slave, send me back to my mistress. At other times my mistress would shop and I would follow her, deferentially, to carry her purchases, eyes cast down, lest I should be caught so much as looking upon a man.
Slave Girl
Tidying the room
"I shall tidy the room," said the girl, "and prepare it for the convenience of Mistress."
She turned about and went to the side of the room. She began to take articles from the vanity, such as, combs and brushes, and vials, and place them on its surface, before the mirror. She moved with incredible grace.
Glancing in the mirror she saw me behind her, watching her. "Mistress?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said.
She continued her work. She straightened pillows at the side of the room.
Kajira
Preparing and serving meals for free in her compartments
"Would Mistress care to partake now of her breakfast?" asked the girl.
Kajira
Selecting clothing and assisting with dressing
"Mistress had not yet dressed," she said. She then went to the sliding doors at the side of the room, and moved them aside. Thus were revealed the habiliments of what was apparently an extensive and resplendent wardrobe.
She brought forth a lovely, brief, lined, sashed, shimmering yellow-silk robe and, holding it up, displayed it for me.
Kajira
Attentive to the personal needs of the free
"Mistress' drink is cold," said the girt. "Let me have it reheated or fetch you a fresh one."
Kajira
"Oh," said the girl, softly, startled, seeing me, and knelt.
She put her head down, and then lifted it. "Forgive me, Mistress," she said. "I did not know whether or not you were yet awake. I did not knock, for fear of disturbing you."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I have come to serve Mistress," she said. "I have come to see if Mistress desires aught."
Kajira
The behavior & demeanor of a serving slave
The slavery of a serving slave is different from that of a paga slave or a pleasure slave
"Let us hope," said Inge, "you are not purchased by the master of a paga tavern."
I looked at her, irritably.
"They can often afford fine girls," said Inge, "paying more than many private masters can."
I swallowed.
"Of all the slave girls sold, however," observed Inge, "very few are purchased for taverns."
I looked at her gratefully.
"Perhaps you will be purchased for a serving slave or a tower slave," said Inge.
I stretched luxuriously in the camisk. "No," I said, lazily, "I think I will be purchased for a pleasure slave."
Captive
Serving slaves are expected to comport themselves with dignity, in a manner much like the free women themselves
Even looking at a man will cause them to be whipped
"Bring me the whip," she said.
I fetched the whip, and handed it to her.
"Judy," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"You are now a woman’s slave," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"You will comport yourself with dignity," she said. "You will not be an embarrassment to me."
"Mistress?" I asked.
Suddenly she struck me with the whip, and I turned, spinning, away, and was struck again, and I fled to the wall, and was struck again, and I knelt at the wall, my face to it, my hands to the wall, and was struck again.
"If you so much as look at a man," she said, "I will whip the flesh from your bones!"
"Yes, Mistress!" I wept.
Slave Girl
Finding pleasure in being looked at by a man is cause for whipping
At other times my mistress would shop and I would follow her, deferentially, to carry her purchases, eyes cast down, lest I should be caught so much as looking upon a man. A handsome male slave had once smiled at me and I, inadvertently, had reddened and basked in his pleasure. I had been turned about and marched home, to be put under the whip.
Slave Girl
A serving slave does not kneel in the same manner as a pleasure slave
"Yes, Master," she said. When she had knelt facing Samos, she had knelt in the position of the pleasure slave. When she had knelt facing me, she had knelt in the position of the serving slave.
Explorers
Free women do not desire their serving slaves to be sexual
"Your vengeance on the slut was exquisite," said the Lady Leta.
"It was perfect," said the Lady Perimene.
"Thank you," said the Lady Florence, regarding her former enemy, now her naked slave, at her feet.
"Will you keep her as a personal serving slave?" asked the Lady Leta. "That might be amusing."
"She is too sexual to be a serving slave," said the Lady Florence.
Fighting Slave
Here, in a camp of the caravans for the Lady Sabinas Companionship Journey among many men, the serving slave is sedate and dignified in her Mistresses presence
Once away from her Mistress, near the men, this slave transforms herself
From the striped tent in the center of the camp another girl emerged, clad like the other in the sleeveless gown, a circlet on her throat and left wrist, and made her way toward the supplies wagon. She left the pavillionlike tent sedately but, as soon as she was no longer visible through the opening in the tent she threw back her head, shaking her hair, and then, her gait transformed, sauntered like a she-sleen to the side of the wagon. I gasped. The walk could only have been that of a slave girl. I then realized that the girls in attendance on the veiled woman, who had been seated in the curule chair on the palanquin, were slaves. The circlets on their throats were doubtless collars, and the wristlet each wore was doubtless naught but matching slave jewelry. But they were obviously high slaves, judging by the fineness of their raiment. They were the slave maids of the Lady Sabina, doubtless belonging to her. I wondered how long it had been since one of them had had the hands of a man on her body.
Slave Girl
Caught by her Mistress
The gowned female slave, the circlet on her throat and wrist, reached into the supply wagon, into a sack, to find a larma. I watched her in the half darkness. I did not think she saw that, behind her, from the pavillionlike tent, the veiled Lady Sabina had emerged and followed her, with two of the other slave maids behind her, one with a switch. The girl at the wagon reached forward, extending her hand into a sack. One of the warriors of the camp was close behind her. I think she must have been aware of his presence but she gave no sign of this awareness. He put his hands on either side of her body, resting them on the wagon box. She turned, easily, not surprised, between his arms, to face him. She lifted the larma fruit and, her head up, looking at him, bit into it. She regarded him in the half darkness. She chewed at the fruit. He leaned over her. I saw the glint of gold at her throat. Suddenly her arms were about him and he was kissing her, she a slave in his arms in the half darkness. I saw her hand behind his back, the larma fruit, bitten into, still in her hand. "So, Shameless Slave!" cried the Lady Sabina, who had followed the girl, perhaps suspicious of her. The two who had been touching leapt apart, the girl crying out with misery and throwing h erself to her knees at the foot of her mistress; the man backed away, angrily, startled.
Slave Girl
Serving slave was taught proper deportment and dignity, elegance, nonility and self-respect
Not expected to act as a paga slut
"Shameless slave slut!" cried the Lady Sabina.
...
"I followed her," said the Lady Sabina, "and found her here, shameless in the arms of a soldier, touching, kissing!"
"Pity, Mistress," wept the girl.
"Have I not, Lehna," inquired the Lady Sabina, sternly, "taught you proper deportment? Have I not instructed you in dignity? Is this how you betray my trust?"
"Forgive me, Mistress," wept the girl.
"You are not a paga slut," said the Lady Sabina. "You are the slave maid of a free woman."
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"Have I not set you always a model of elegance, an example of nobility and self-respect?" asked the Lady Sabina.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"When you were twelve, my father bought you from the pens in Ar, and gave you to me."
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
"You were treated with great kindness. You were not put in the kitchens. You were not given to tharlarion drivers. You were taken into our own apartments. You were permitted to sleep in my own chamber, at the foot of my couch. You were trained diligently as a lady’s maid."
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"Is that not a great honor for a slave slut?"
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"And yet," said the Lady Sabina, sadly, "how have I been repaid?"
The girl dared not answer, but kept her head down, trembling.
"I have been repaid with ingratitude," said the Lady Sabina.
"Oh, no!" cried the girl. "Lehna is grateful! Lehna is grateful to Mistress!"
"Have I not been kind to you?" demanded the Lady Sabina.
"Oh, yes, Mistress," said the girl.
"And yet I find you like a copper-tarsk rent slave in the arms of a retainer!"
"Forgive your girl, Mistress," begged the cringing slave.
"Have I often whipped you?" demanded the Lady Sabina.
"No," cried the girl. "No!"
"Do you think me weak?" inquired the Lady Sabina.
"No, Mistress," said the girl. "Kind, but not weak!"
...
She then approached the bound slave, who trembled. "Have I not always set you an example of nobility, dignity and self-respect?" asked the Lady Sabina.
"Yes, Mistress," said the girl.
Slave Girl
Rented Feast slaves
Trained feast slaves, rented from various establishments for banquets and occasions
Some state slaves, of course, usually girls of unusual beauty, are used at state banquets, to serve and entertain. But even there the state not unoften utilizes trained feast slaves, rented from various establishments or, upon certain occasions, even the girls from a Ubar’s own pleasure gardens.
"Thank you for your observation," I said.
Magicians
Dancers rented out also for feasts, banquets and private dinner parties
Still I was a dancer, and we tend to bring higher prices. We are useful not only in brothels, cabarets, taverns, public pleasure gardens, and such, but wherever there are strong men, wherever there are men who enjoy seeing a woman move before them excitingly, and beautifully, and as a total female. Indeed, it is said some of the finest and most sensuous dancers are private slaves who perform in delicious secrecy, and totally, for a single master. We, and our uses, of course, may also be rented out for private dinner parties, for banquets and feasts, and such.
Dancer
Feast slaves as a business venture
A company of girls, entertainers, dancers, maids rented in groups to private individuals or organizations for feasts
Utilizing trained girls or training eager lower slaves such as mill girls
"The men talk politics and business."
"May I inquire as to the nature of these discussions?'' I asked.
"The usual rumors about a truce between ourselves and Cos," she said. "In business, the master is sounding out his colleagues about the plausibility of a venture involving feast slaves."
"What are they?" I asked.
"Girls, maids, entertainers, dancers, rented in groups to private individuals or organizations for feasts, and such," she said.
"Such enterprises exist now, do they not?" I asked.
"He is considering the desirability of investing in the area, and perhaps forming his own company to enter the field."
"I see," I said. "But trained girls are expensive, are they not?"
"Yes," she said.
"But mill girls are cheap, and might be trained," I said. "Precisely," said Teela.
I trembled.
"Emily! Tiffany!" called Aemilianus, sitting behind the long, low table, with his friends.
Kajira
Business venture known as Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus
"You are now known as Tiffany, I believe," he said, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus."
"I am Tiffany," I said, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus."
I never forget a face," he said. I was silent.
My entire group had been brought from Ar to Argentum, I thought to entertain. This had been done at the expense of Miles of Argentum.
Kajira
Services and activities of feast slaves
Serving dinner
The men had had, on the whole, a very decorous supper. I had thought, given our garb and bells, that we might have been expected to serve in more exacting and intimate fashions than we had been called upon to do. The supper, on the other hand, had apparently been a rather normal one. To be sure, the men, being men, and no free women being present, had had the supper, for their pleasure, served to them by beautiful, revealingly clad women, collared slaves.
Kajira
Many girls available for serving and attending the needs at the feast
Girls may have assigned tasks and duties for the evening
We knelt side by side at one side of the room. What little serving was being done was now being attended to by the other girls. How beautiful they were. And how natural, and perfect, and right and fitting it seemed that they, in their slightness and beauty, were serving men. I knelt there, with Emily, to one side, my knees open, in pleasure silk, a collar locked on my neck, a barbaric, golden, coiling ornament on my upper left arm, slave bells tied on my left ankle. I knelt there, ready to serve.
Kajira
I watched the men, talking, and finishing their liqueurs. I watched, too, the one or two girls still in attendance on them.
They were beautiful, in their grace and serving. How perfect and natural it seemed that they should be serving.
Kajira
Dancers will dance for entertainment
Still I was a dancer, and we tend to bring higher prices. We are useful not only in brothels, cabarets, taverns, public pleasure gardens, and such, but wherever there are strong men, wherever there are men who enjoy seeing a woman move before them excitingly, and beautifully, and as a total female. Indeed, it is said some of the finest and most sensuous dancers are private slaves who perform in delicious secrecy, and totally, for a single master. We, and our uses, of course, may also be rented out for private dinner parties, for banquets and feasts, and such.
Dancer
Music and floor movements to entertain men
"Drop the silk," he said.
I did.
"Now get on your belly on the tiles, Tiffany," he said.
Immediately I lowered myself to my belly on the tiles. I looked up at them, the palms of my hands on the floor.
"Are you familiar with floor movements, Tiffany?" he asked.
...
"I am going to signal to the musicians, Tiffany," said Aemilianus. "When they begin to play, you may begin your performance."
....
Then the music began.
Almost as soon as I had begun to dance I saw Emily tear back her slave silk, exposing her breasts to Aemilianus, and to kiss him.
He held her against him with his left arm about her body and held her two hands, their wrists crossed, in his grip, captured, accoss his body. He held her in this fashion, helpless. And both, then, were watching me.
Once I had been Tiffany Collins. I now writhed, a Gorean slave, at the feet of men.
I do not know how long the music lasted, perhaps only about four or five Ehn. Then, swirling and climaxing, it suddenly ended. I lay, gasping and sweating, on my belly on the tiles. I looked up. I hoped that I had pleased the masters.
Kajira
Personal feast slave for each man at a dinner party of men only
"Come and sit at the table," said Tasdron. "We have much to discuss." We all then sat about the table.
"Fix your silk," said Tasdron to Peggy, " and go to the side of the room. Kneel there. If we need anything, you will be summoned." "Yes Master," she said. "Do you wish her, instead, to remove her silk and to lick and serve you as we eat and talk?" inquired Tasdron of Aemilians.
This sort of thing is sometimes done at Gorean suppers. Each male has a naked slave girl who is in attendance on him during the supper. She licks and kisses him, and fetches for him, and may even put food in his mouth. It is not unpleasant to be served by a naked, collared beauty in this fashion.
"We are not to be all so served, I gather," said Aemilianus. "I do not think that would be wise," said Tasdron.
"Then I shall myself, of course, forgo the pleasure," said he. "That is best," admitted Tasdron, "for there are serious things of which to speak.
Rogue
Services and behaviors of slaves vary depending on the nature of the banquet or feast, and the persons to be served
"The musicians are already playing," said Teela, " and the other girls are on the floor. I shall soon send you both out, too, on the floor."
"Yes, Mistress," said Emily.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Remember that you are not lofty free women," she said.
"Remember that you are only female slaves. You exist for the service and pleasure of men. When you go out there drip with obedience and sensuousness. Let every glance, every look and movement, signify to men the promise of untold pleasures, and if any of them should so much as snap his fingers, see that you fulfill that promise and a thousand times more."
"Yes, Mistress!" we said.
"There will be no free women present," she said. "That will make things easier."
That was a relief for us. The frustrations and chilling hatred of free women for their imbonded sisters, and their power to inflict pain on them, tended naturally to preclude, or inhibit, the performances of slaves. Their presence, too, of course, tended to have an adverse effect on the satisfactions obtainable by the free men present. If a free woman is present, for example, one is scarcely likely to tear the silk from a laughing, squealing slave and rape her on the table.
Female slaves commonly wear relatively modest garments and serve unobtrusively and decorously when free women are present. Except for the perfection of their service, and their collars and the relative brevity, openness and looseness of their garments, one might not even know they were slaves, unless perhaps, of course, one looked into their eyes, or touched them.
Kajira
YOUR BEHAVIOR AFFECTING OWNERS HONOR
The slave girls behavior could reflect dishonor on her Mistress
I knew she would get much work from me as her serving slave. I touched the ship’s collar. It is a hard thing for a girl to belong to a woman. Further, I knew she would wish me to be a demure girl, a fitting serving slave for a lady of wealth and rank, one whose status and image requires that her girls be paragons of shy, perfect obedience, humility and modesty, that they reflect not the least dishonor upon her.
Slave Girl
Again, the behavior of a slave has potential to dishonor a free
"I will not serve you," I said.
The small man was there, and the beast, squatting, shaggy, regarding me, and, too, to my surprise, Haakon of Skjern.
"I have felt the iron," I said. "I have felt the whip. I will not kill for you. You may kill me, but I will not kill for you."
They did not beat me, nor threaten me.
They lifted me by the arm, and dragged me to a side room.
I screamed. There, his wrists bound by ropes to rings, stood a bloodied man, head down, stripped to the waist.
"Eleven men died," said Haakon of Skjern," but we have him."
The man lifted his head, and shook it, clearing his vision. "El-in-or?’ he said.
"Master!" I wept.
I pressed myself to him.
He regarded them. Then he said to me, "I am of Treve. Do not stain my honor."
By the hair I was dragged from the presence of Rask of Treve, and his head, again, fell forward on his chest.
Captive
The behavior of a slave affecting a free mans honor
The free man trying to save his honor without killing the slave
"So, Milo," said Appanius, "you would make of me a laughing stock?"
"No, Master," said the slave.
"One can well imagine him laughing about how he betrayed you with a woman," said one of the retainers.
"It will be the whip, and close chains for you, Milo!" said Appanius.
"No," said one of the retainers. "Let him serve as an example to all such slaves as he!"
"Yes!" said another retainer.
"Let it be the eels!" said another.
"Yes!" said the fourth.
"No!" screamed Lavinia. "No!" She leaped to her feet and ran to Milo, to kneel beside him, holding him, weeping. She turned to Appanius. "No, no, please!" she wept. "No! Please!"
I took her by the hair and threw her back, away from Milo, to the floor, where she scrambled to her knees and, tears in her eyes, frantic, regarded us.
Many estates, particularly country homes, have pools in which fish are kept. Some of these pools contains voracious eels, of various sorts, river eels, black eels, the spotted eel, and such, which are Gorean delicacies. Needless to say abound slave, cast into such a pool, will be eaten alive.
I looked closely at Appanius. He was white-faced. As I had suspected, he was not enthusiastic about this proposal.
"It must be the eels," said the first retainer.
"Nothing less will expunge the blot upon your honor," said another.
"What blot?" said Appanius, suddenly, lightly.
The retainers regarded him, speechless.
"What is it to my honor," asked Appanius, "if I have been betrayed by an ungrateful, worthless slave? It is scarcely worth noting."
"Appanius!" said the first retainer.
"Do you wish to buy a slave?" asked Appanius of me, as though lightly. But I saw that he was desperate in this matter. Indeed, I was touched. His problem was a difficult one. He wanted to save both his honor and the life of the slave. As outraged as he might be, as angry, as terribly hurt as he was, even as sensitive of his honor as I supposed he might be, he was trying to save the slave. I was startled by this. Indeed, it seemed he might care for him, truly. That development I had not anticipated. I had thought that things would have worked out much more simply. I had expected him to be outraged with Milo and be ready, in effect, to kill him, at which point I was prepared to intervene, with a princely offer. If he were rational, and the offer was attractive enough, as it could be, as I had a fortune in gold with me, I could obtain the slave. That is the way I had anticipated things would proceed. If Appanius would not sell Milo, then I could simply keep Appanius, and the others, with the exception of Milo, bound and gagged somewhere, say, in the pantry in the back, and use Milo, still the slave of Appanius, to achieve my objective in a slightly different fashion, one then merely involving two steps rather than one. If he would not sell Milo, certainly he would be willing to sell another, one who might, for a time at least, be too dangerous to acknowledge, too dangerous to free, too dangerous to keep.
Magicians
GOREAN SAYINGS
Gorean sayings
Gorean sayings about Home Stones and cities
Indeed, there is a saying on Gor, a saying whose origin is lost in the past of this strange planet, that one who speaks of Home Stones should stand, for matters of honor are here involved, and honor is respected in the barbaric codes of Gor.
Tarnsman page 27
There is a Gorean proverb that a man who is returning to his city is not to be detained.
Outlaw
There is a saying on Gor that the laws of a city extend no further than its walls.
Outlaw
"Only one can sit upon the throne," said Msaliti.
"That is a saying in the north," I said.
"I know," said Msaliti. "But it is a saying that is also known east of Schendi."
"Even east of Schendi," I smiled, "the throne is a lonely country."
"He who sits upon the throne, it is said," said Msaliti, "is the most alone of men."
Explorers
Gorean sayings about women
It is said that only a man knows how to tie a Turian camisk on a girl properly. There are many such saying on Gor.
Captive
Gorean thinking on this matter tends to be expressed by the saying that a slave girl grows bold if her lips are allowed to touch the name of her master. On the other hand, I, like many Gorean masters, provided the girl was not testing or challenging me, and provided that free women, or others, were not present whom I had no wish to offend or upset, preferred as a matter of fact to have my own name on the girl’s lips, for I think, with acknowledged vanity, that there are few sounds as pleasurable as the sound of one’s own name on the lips of a beautiful woman.
Priest Kings
Slave girls relish compliments. Indeed there is a Gorean saying to the effect that any woman who relishes a compliment is in her heart a slave girl. She wants to please. Most Gorean men would not think twice about collaring a girl who responds, smiling, to compliments. A desire to please her Master. When she is complimented she knows she has pleased him.
Beasts page 17
"No man respects a woman who knows what else to do with her," she said.
"It is a Gorean saying," I said.
Beasts page 434
It is said that he whose lips have never touched those of a slave girl does not know, truly, what it is to hold a woman in his arms.
Beasts page 438
"Buy me, Master," begged Beverly.
I then made her respond to me, and she began to moan. "I want to be bought," she moaned.
To beg to be purchased is a slave's act. That is a saying of Goreans. I think it is true. In this, then, Miss Henderson provided further confirmation of the rightness of the collar upon her throat, that she was a natural and true slave.
Rogue page 221
There is a Gorean saying that free women, raised gently in the high cylinders, in their robes of concealment, unarmed, untrained in weapons, may, by the slaver, be plucked like flowers.
There is no such saying pertaining to panther girls.
Hunters page 118
"He who ties a woman owns her," is a Gorean saying.
Guardsman page 267
A Gorean saying came to mind, that the free woman is a riddle, the answer to which is the collar.
Magicians page 50
There is a Gorean saying that only a fool buys a woman clothed.
Magicians page 76
No master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her.
Tribesmen page 48
"Only in a collar can a woman be truly free," I said. It was a Gorean saying.
Tribesmen page 75
"It is said," she remarked, her eyes mischievous, "that any man who frees a slave girl is a fool."
Nomads page 285
"You will learn when you are sold to him," said Targo. "Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajira," said Targo. "You might be beaten for it."
I remembered that the large man, on the planet Earth, had said to me this thing. I gathered that it was a Gorean saying.
Captive
She was a juicy slave, and one of high intelligence. She was not without interest. I rather liked the look of my collar on her throat.
I reminded myself that it was said that panther girls, once conquered, make excellent slaves.
I think it is a true saying.
Hunters
There is a saying in Gorean, that the chains of a slave girl are heaviest in Port Kar. I did not think, truthfully, however, that Port Kar was unusual in its treatment of female slaves. Gorean men, generally, are not easy with them. The saying is probably motivated not so much by an objective analysis of the treatment of enslaved women in that city as by the fear and distrust which Port Kar has historically precipitated in the hearts of its enemies.
Explorers
Miscellaneous Gorean sayings
"Tonight," she said, "let us drink wine."
It was a Gorean expression, a fatalistic maxim in which the events of the morrow were cast into the laps of the Priest-Kings.
Tarnsman page 132
It is said that only the heart of the mountain larl brings more luck than that of the vicious and cunning sleen.
Outlaw page 37
Once one has been a tarnsman, it is said, one must return again and again to the giant, savage birds. I think that this is a true saying.
Outlaw
To live a tarn must fly, high, far and often. A Gorean saying has it that they are brothers of the wind, and how could one expect such a creature to survive confinement? Like its brother the wind when the tarn is not free it has no choice but to die.
Priest Kings
"Before the feast, go hungry." So say the Goreans.
Guardsman page 175
"Do you not remember what he said in his insulae," I asked Marcus, "that it would be no more than a sneeze?"
"Yes," said Marcus. That is a Gorean expression, incidentally, that something would be no more than a sneeze.
Magicians page 404-405
There is a saying on Gor, "Gold has no caste." It is a saying of which the merchants are fond.
Nomads page 84
This was a paraphrase of a saying common on Gor, given by passing strangers to those through whose territories they would travel: Only the span of the wings of my tarn, only the girth of my tharlarion, only the width of my body, and no more, and that but for the time it takes to pass.
Raiders page 11
"It is said, " said Samos, "that only weaklings, and fools, and men who deserve to be slave girls, fall slave to women."
Hunters page 13
But the Goreans have a saying, which came to me in the darkness, in the hall, "Do not ask the stones or the trees how to live; they cannot tell you; they do not have tongues; do not ask the wise man how to live, for, if he knows, he will know he cannot tell you; if you would learn how to live, do not ask the question; its answer is not in the question but in the answer, which is not in words; do not ask how to live, but, instead, proceed to do so."
Marauders page 10
I had been taught, long ago, by Kamchak of the Tuchuks, at a banquet in Turia, that where weapons may not be carried, it is well to carry weapons.
Marauders page 41
Warrior sayings
"But," said the Older Tarl, "you are a Warrior."
"Yes," I said, "I am a Warrior."
"Until you find Talena," he said, "your companion is peril and steel."
It was on old Warrior saying.
Priest Kings>
In the codes of the warriors, there is a saying, "Be strong, and do as you will. The swords of others will set your limits."
Marauders
"There is a time and a place for speaking, as there is a time and a place for steel." It is a saying of the warriors.
Slave Girl page 269
Tahari sayings
"You know the desert?" asked T'Zshal.
"The desert is my mother, and my father," said Hassan. It was a saying of the Tahari.
Tribesmen
A good fight, I have heard men of the Tahari say, licking their lips, justifies any cause.
Tribesmen page 177
Turian sayings
"It was an amusement on my part," smiled Saphrar, "to speak your name at that time to see what you would do, to give you something, so to speak, to stir in your wine."
It was a Turian saying. They used wines in which, as a matter of fact, things could be and were, upon occasion, stirred mostly spices and sugars.
Nomads
Peasant sayings
...and yet I knew that in each dirt-floored cone of straw that served as the dwelling place of a peasant and his family, there was, by the fire hole, a Home Stone; the peasants themselves, though regarded as the lowest caste on all Gor by most Goreans, call themselves proudly the ox on which the Home Stone rests, and I think their saying is true.
Raiders
He who can bend the longbow, a peasant saying has it, cannot be slave.
Women, of course, it might be noted, lack the strength to bend this bow. I suppose if they could bend the bow, the saying would not exist or would be altered. That is the way men are.
Slave Girl
Slave girl sayings
I threw the cloak to the grass and knelt at his feet, as though chained. I looked up at him. He was now standing on his feet, and he looked down at me, tenderly.
"I am chained at your feet," I said. It was a saying of a Gorean slave, to express her feelings.
"Yes," he said, gently.
Captive
Panther girl sayings
"Excellent," said Verna. She looked down at me, and laughed. "Any panther girl," she said, "who falls to men deserves the collar." She fingered the hilt of the knife. "There is a saying among panther girls," she said, "that any girl who permits herself to fall to men desires in her heart to be their slave."
Hunters