or Kajirus?
Q: What are you?
A: I am a slave girl.
Q: What is a slave girl?
A: A girl who is owned.
Q: Why do you wear a brand?
A: To show that I am owned.
Q: Why do you wear a collar?
A: That men may know who owns me.
Q: What does a slave girl want more than
anything?
A: To please men.
Q: What are you?
A: I am a slave girl.
Q: What do you want more than anything?
A: To please men.
Assassins of Gor page 197
kajira
(kajirae is plural)
(*note kajiri is also used when referring
to both genders of slaves at the same time)
are female gorean slaves. There are many types
of slaves to be found and below are the common types.
One of the traces of Earth influence on Gorean, incidentally, in this case, an influence from Latin, occurs in the singular and plural endings of certain expressions. For example, 'kajirus' is a common expression in Gorean for a male slave as is 'kajira' for a female slave. The plural for slaves considered together, both male and female, or for more than one male slave is 'kajiri'. The plural for female slaves is 'kajirae'.
Magicians of Gor pages 436-437
dances her beauty as a slave before masters. But then a woman can be incredible beautiful in
almost all attitudes and postures…… 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 pg. 343 (Tarl Cabot speaking)
bond-maidI recalled Harold of the Tuchuks. The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each night; and there were of course the Bath Girls of Ar, of which Nela was one, said to be the most beautiful of all Gor. Harold, as a boy, had once been a slave in the baths, those of the city of Turia, before he had escaped. He had told me that sometimes a Bath Girl, to discipline her, is thrown to the slaves in the darkness.
Assassin of Gor Page 164
the term for a slave girl used in Torvaldsland, also called a girl whose belly lies under the sword. Jarl's (being raiders) won't normally enslave their women of Torvaldsland, they draw a bond maids circle and a woman can enter freely or be thrown there bound and hence made a bond maid or slave girl. Instead of a regular collar they wear a simple black band that she places her neck in, then it's formed and hammered around her neck, finally sealed with a bolt.
breeding slave"The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid."
Marauders of Gor Page 44-45
male and female slaves are selected for breeding, the Master's of Gor look for certain qualities to be breed into a slave, sexual responsiveness being one quality. Passion slaves are bred "exotics", see Passion slave below.
chamber slave" 'Have you had your slave wine?' asked Ina.
'Yes,' I said. This is not really a wine, or an alcoholic beverage.
It is called 'slave wine,' I think, for the amusement of the Masters. It is extremely bitter. One draught of the substance is reputed to last until the administration of an appropriate 'releaser.'" "...doses of this foul stuff are usually administered to female slaves at regular intervals, usually once or twice a year."
" 'The time to worry,' said Ina, 'is if they decide to make you a breeding slave.'
I nodded.
'You must then drink the releaser,' she said.
I nodded numbly.
'I have been told it is quite good,' she said."
"Slave wine makes sense in a slave-holding culture such as Gor. The breeding of slaves, like any sort of domestic animals, and particularly valuable ones, is carefully controlled. As a slave, of course, I could be bred, or crossed, when, and however, my master might see fit. It is the same as with other animals."
Dancer of Gor Pages 174-175Some 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. Many Gorean believe that all women are born for the collar, and that a woman cannot be truly fulfilled as a woman until a strong man puts it on her, until she finds herself reduced to her basic femaleness at his feet. In the case of the bred female slave, of course, she has been legally and literally, in anyone's understanding, bred to the collar, and in a full commercial and economic sense, as a business speculation on the part of masters. The features most often selected for by the breeders are beauty and passion opposed to the pseudo masculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties. There are few male slaves with long pedigrees. Goreans, though recognizing the legal and economic legitimacy of male slavery, do not regard it as possessing the same biological sanction as attaches to female slavery. The natural situation, in the mind of many Goreans, is that the master set/slave relation is one which ideally exists between man and woman, with the woman in the property position. Male slaves, from time to time, can receive opportunities to win their freedom, though, to be sure, usually in situations of high risk and great danger. Such opportunities are never accorded to the female slave. She is totally helpless. If she is to receive her freedom it will be fully and totally, and only, by the decision of her master.
Savages of Gor pages 69-70
slave of the Priest Kings restricted to use within a particular chamber; these slaves cannot leave the chamber and are to serve the Free person living there fully.
coin girl"You may do with me what you please" said the girl, turning to face me.
"as long as you are in this room I belong to you".
"I don't understand", I said.
"I am a Chamber Slave", she said.
"I don't understand," I said.
"It means", she said, irritably, "that I am confined to this room, and that I am the slave of whoever enters the room".
Priest Kings of Gor Page 35-36
with a coin box hooked around her neck and a triangular bells, these girls are sent out into the streets to earn coins for their Owner.
display slave"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 of Gor page 143-144I 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.
"Do you know what this is?" I asked her.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, frightened.
"Excellent," said Tasdryon, "excellent," and he rose from the table, letting himself out of the room with a key, by means of a side door, one which led up a flight of stairs, presumably to private compartments. He locked the door behind him. He would return shortly with the keys to her bells and collar.
"Stand. Slave," I said.
Peggy stood, beautifully.
Tasdron crouched beside her left ankle and with his key, removed the slave bells from her left ankle. Such bells are seldom put on by the slave or removed by the slave. Almost always they are put on or removed by one who is in authority over the slave. The girl seldom puts them on or removes them, rather it is hers to wear them, and as a slave, for as long or briefly as masters see fit. I then, not hurrying, lifted the heavy chain, with its bell and box, about the girl's neck. I stood behind her. I then, not yet dropping the chain about her neck, but holding it about her neck, closed the lock. she shuddered. It was on her, though she could not yet feel its weight as I had not yet released it, that it might fall against the back of her neck. Tasdron then with a key, removed his collar from her throat. I then dropped the chain about her neck. The heavy black links were obdurate against the small, soft hairs on the back or her slender, lovely neck. I then threw her hair back again, in place. I then walked about her, and before her. She who had once been Peggy Baxter, of Earth, then stood before me in the apparatus of a Gorean coin girl.
Rogue of Gor page 233
a slave girl whose primary purpose is for the display of her beauty to reflect the affluence of her master, she is often chained in coffle with other display slaves behind the palanquin or other transport of her master. (perhaps can be interchanged with pleasure slave)
exoticsI felt the collar on my throat. It was the collar of Ionicus. I was a work slave. Yet tonight, I had not served as a work slave, but a pleasure slave. Too, Aulus had chained me at his stirrup. He had used me as a display slave, to enhance his appearance, to add to the effect he might make when he came into the presence of Pietro Vacchi. It is a use for slaves. I was proud that I had been put at his stirrup.
Dancer of Gor Page 367
a slave male or female bred for special purposes producing quaint or unusual purposes; an example is the passion slave.
field slaveThere are various types of "exotics" bred by Gorean slavers, all of whom are to be distinguished from more normal varieties of bred slaves, such as Passion Slaves and Draft Slaves. Exotics may be bred for almost any purpose, and some of these purposes, unfortunately, seem to be little more then to produce quaint or unusual specimens. Ho-Hak may well have been so one bred.
Raiders of Gor Page 15
one who works outdoors, usually gardening, fetching wood or water, etc. She is commonly dressed in plain, sturdy slave tunics. Her hair is shorn.
first girlI 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 of Gor page 265
slave appointed by the Master to oversee other usually younger or less experienced girls; she rules when Free Persons are not present as the Master, but she is subject to his total authority.
flute girlWhen more then one slave girl stands in a relationship of slave girls, as when they serve in the same shop or house, or adoen the same rich man's pleasure gardens, it is common for the master, or masters, to appoint a "first girl." Her authority is then to the other girls as is that of the master. This tends to reduce squabbling. The first girl is usually, though not always, the favorite of the master. There is usually much competition to be first girl. First girls can be cruel and petty but, commonly, they attempt to govern with intelligence and justice. They know that another girl, at the master's whim, may become first girl, and that they themselves may then be under her almost absolute power. In my own home I often rotate the position of first girl, among my slave who were native Goreans. I never let a Earth girl slave first girl. This is fitting. Let them be always as the slaves of slaves.
Explorers of Gor pages 77-78
a slave trained in the art of music, specifically the playing of the double flute. They perform at various functions and are available for sexual use by those free men of their audience.
Magicians of Gor, pages 118-122
house slave
one whose primary duties are inside the residence.
Duties range from personal serving girls to kettle and mat girls (see kettle
and mat below).
Magicians of Gor page 312
kettle-and-mat slave
lure girl"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.
She sniffed.
"I would say," laughed Thurnock, grinning, "kettle and mat!" He had one tooth missing on the upper right.
I held Telima by the chin, regarding her. "Yes," I said, "doubtless both kettle and mat."
Raiders of Gor Page 99
slaves who are set out by their master's to entice men for the purposes of impressing crewmen or in work gangs. While the man is delightfully distracted, her master's men accost him and hustle him away.
paga slaveOn the other hand, few men will whip a girl for having pretended not to be attracted to him, if she is actually attracted to him, particularly if she has done so under her master's orders. Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and the ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by "lure girls," slave who serve as bait for captains who need crewmen, masters of work gangs, and such. Such work can be very dangerous, given the astuteness of many Gorean masters.
Dancer of Gor, page 244
found in paga taverns, these slaves serve the customers, their sexual service also comes with the price of paga
passion slave"I noted, too, that, clad in yellow silk, belled on the left ankle, as another paga girl, the dancer, carried a vessel of paga about."
Hunters of Gor Pg. 62
carefully bred specifically for pleasure. Passion slaves are almost never freed. Passion slaves are considered to be "exotics," and like other exotics they are selectively bred to enhance and maximize a specific quality which their Master regards as pleasing, in many cases sexual responsiveness. Even the offspring of passion slaves will have the mark of the house which bred them upon their bodies. In this way they are easily identified. No Earth girl is EVER a passion slave where they are selected and bred specifically for the purpose of a passion slave.
pleasure slaveI wondered if Vika might be a bred slave, a Passion Slave, one of those girls bred for beauty and passion over generations by the zealous owners of the great Slave Houses of Ar, for lips such as Vika's were a feature often bred into Passion Slaves; they were lips formed for the kiss of a master.
Priest Kings of Gor page 53
a slave specifically taught the arts of pleasure. A true pleasure slave knows the positions of a slave, many dances, how to cook, serve, and how to please a Free Person in all ways with excellent skill. However, the house that trains such slaves tends to train its special flavor into a girl. Many prefer to train their own slaves.
pot girlI felt the collar on my throat. It was the collar of Ionicus. I was a work slave. Yet tonight, I had not served as a work slave, but a pleasure slave. Too, Aulus had chained me at his stirrup. He had used me as a display slave, to enhance his appearance, to add to the effect he might make when he came into the presence of Pietro Vacchi. It is a use for slaves. I was proud that I had been put at his stirrup.
Dancer of Gor Page 367
a slave girl whose main function is cooking and other menial tasks
self-contract, limited, slaveNela had been a slave since the age of fourteen. To my surprise she was a native of Ar. She had lived alone with her father, who had gambled heavily on the races. He had died and to satisfy his debts, no others coming forth to resolve them, the daughter, as Gorean law commonly prescribes, became state property; she was then, following the law, put up for sale at public auction; the proceeds of her sale were equitable as possible the unsatisfied clans of creditors. She had first been sold for eight silver tarsks to a keeper of one of the public kitchens in a cylinder, a former creditor of her father, who had in mind making a profit on her; she worked in the kitchen for a year as a pot girl, sleeping on straw and chained at night, and then, as her body adequately developed the contours of womanhood, her master braceleted her and took her to the Capacian Baths where, after some haggling, he received a price of four gold pieces and a silver tarsk she had begun in one of the vast cement pools as a copper tarn disk girl and had, four years later, become a silver tarsk girl in the Pool of Blue Flowers.
Assassin of Gor, page 164-165
an arrangement wherein a Free Woman contracts to be an experimental slave for a period of time ranging from one night to a year. Her documents will contain a specified termination date.
Blood Brothers of Gor, page 101
serving slave
a slave assigned or owned by the person she obeys.
Her duties may include running errands, general cleaning, or caring for
personal belongings.
state slave"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."
Raiders of Gor Page 99"Perhaps you will be purchased for a serving slave or a tower slave," said Inge.
Captive of Gor Page 101
a state owned girl may have various duties, ranging from general cleaning to carrying messages. State tunics and collars are uniform, sleeveless and plain. Considered by most states an unenviable slavery.
tower slaveNela had been a slave since the age of fourteen. To my surprise she was a native of Ar. She had lived alone with her father, who had gambled heavily on the races. He had died and to satisfy his debts, no others coming forth to resolve them, the daughter, as Gorean law commonly prescribes, became state property; she was then, following the law, put up for sale at public auction; the proceeds of her sale were equitable as possible the unsatisfied clans of creditors. She had first been sold for eight silver tarsks to a keeper of one of the public kitchens in a cylinder, a former creditor of her father, who had in mind making a profit on her; she worked in the kitchen for a year as a pot girl, sleeping on straw and chained at night, and then, as her body adequately developed the contours of womanhood, her master braceleted her and took her to the Capacian Baths where, after some haggling, he received a price of four gold pieces and a silver tarsk she had begun in one of the vast cement pools as a copper tarn disk girl and had, four years later, become a silver tarsk girl in the Pool of Blue Flowers.
Assassin of Gor, page 164-165
a state slave girl in any of the cities of Gor; her duties in the apartment cylinders are largely domestic.
work slave"Perhaps you will be purchased for a serving slave or a tower slave," said Inge.
Captive of Gor Page 101She had prepared herself a portion but, after I had been served, had knelt silently to one side, back on her heels in the position of a Tower Slave, a slave to whom largely domestic duties would be allotted in the Gorean apartment cylinders
Priest Kings of Gor Page 45
she is used primarily for work, although a slave may be taken for a Master's pleasure at anytime He desires, she could be carrying water on the work chains or cleaning a home.
I felt the collar on my throat. It was the collar of Ionicus. I was a work slave. Yet tonight, I had not served as a work slave, but a pleasure slave.
Dancer of Gor Page 367
kajirus
(plural is kajirii)
(*note kajirii is also used when referring
to both genders of slaves at the same time)
are male slaves sometimes called thrall's in
the Northern area, Torvaldsland
The slavery of males is of particular economic importance on Gor. A lot of common labor is done by male work slaves. A male unfortunate enough to be enslaved may find himself deep in a mine, chained to an oar, or entertaining crowds in an arena of combat. Male slaves are not the gender equivalent of female slaves. Although there are male passion slaves and exotics, they are rare and usually not regarded with the same value as kajira passion slaves.One of the traces of Earth influence on Gorean, incidentally, in this case, an influence from Latin, occurs in the singular and plural endings of certain expressions. For example, 'kajirus' is a common expression in Gorean for a male slave as is 'kajira' for a female slave. The plural for slaves considered together, both male and female, or for more than one male slave is 'kajiri'. The plural for female slaves is 'kajirae'.
Magicians of Gor pages 436-437
breeding slaveMale slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and to not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a slaver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more.
An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.
Hunters of Gor Page 32
male and female slaves are selected for breeding, the Master's of Gor look for certain qualities to be breed into a slave, some might be for a collection even as the quote below on exotic male slaves
exoticsMost Gorean slave girls are comely, or beautiful. This is easy to understand. It is almost always the better looking women who are taken for slaves, and, of course, in breeding slaves, it is commonly only the most beautiful of female slaves who are used, these usually being crossed, hooded, with handsome male silk slaves, also hooded. The female offspring of these matings needless to say, are often exquisite. The male offspring, incidentally, and interestingly, to my mind, are often handsome, strong and quite masculine.
Savages of Gor page 68
a slave male or female bred for special purposes producing quaint or unusual purposes; an example is the passion slave.
fighting slaveThere are various types of "exotics" bred by Gorean slavers, all of whom are to be distinguished from more normal varieties of bred slaves, such as Passion Slaves and Draft Slaves. Exotics may be bred for almost any purpose, and some of these purposes, unfortunately, seem to be little more then to produce quaint or unusual specimens. Ho-Hak may well have been so one bred.
"You are an exotic," I said to him.
Ho-Hak's ears leaned forward toward me, but he did not seem angry. He had brown hair, and brown eyes; the hair, long, was tied behind his head with a strong of rence cloth. He wore a sleeveless tunic of rence cloth, like most of the rence growers.
"Yes," said Ho-Hak "I was bred for a collector."
Raiders of Gor Page 15
seduction slaveamong them stood, too, thralls. Their heads were not lower than those with whom they stood. Among them was the lad called Tarsk, formerly Wulfstan of Kassau, to whom Thyri had once been given for the night. In the night of the attack he, at the Forkbeard's encampment near the thing field, with an ax, had slain a Kur. I remembered finding the carcass of the animal beneath the fallen, half-burned canvas of the Forkbeard's tent. Thralls are not permitted to touch the war arrow, but they are permitted to kneel to those who have. Wulfstan had handed the Forkbeard the ax, disarming himself, and had then knelt before him, putting his head to his feet. Thralls may be slain for so much as touching a weapon. He had taken dirt from beneath the feet of the Forkbeard and, kneeling, had poured it on his head. "Rise, Thrall," had said the Forkbeard. The young man had then stood, and straightly, head high, before the Forkbeard. The Forkbeard threw him back the ax. "Carry it," said the Forkbeard.
Marauders of Gor p. 238
a kajirus used to seduce a Free Woman into violating the couch law and becoming slave.
Magicians of Gor, page 8
silk slave
an extremely rare type of male slave. The quote
below explains them quite well.
thrallMost Gorean slave girls are comely, or beautiful. This is easy to understand. It is almost always the better looking women who are taken for slaves, and, of course, in breeding slaves, it is commonly only the most beautiful of female slaves who are used, these usually being crossed, hooded, with handsome male silk slaves, also hooded. The female offspring of these matings needless to say, are often exquisite. The male offspring, incidentally, and interestingly, to my mind, are often handsome, strong and quite masculine. This is perhaps because many male silk slaves are chosen to be male silk slaves not because they are weak or like women, but because they are not; it is only that they are men, and often true men, who must serve women, totally, in the same fashion that a slave female is expected to serve a free master. To be sure, it is also true, and should be admitted in all honesty, that many male silk slaves are rather feminine; some women prefer this type, perhaps because they fear true men; from such a silk slave they need not fear that they may suddenly be turned upon, and tied, and taught to be women. Most women, however, after a time, find this type of silk slave a banality and a bore; charm and wit can be entertaining, but, in time, if not conjoined with intellect and true masculine power, they are likely to wear thin. The feminine type of male silk slave, incidentally, for better or for worse, is seldom selected for breeding purposes. Gorean slave breeders, perhaps benighted in this respect, prefer what they take to be health to what they think of as sickness, and what they take to be strength to what they deem weakness. 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. Many Gorean believe that all women are born for the collar, and that a woman cannot be truly fulfilled as a woman until a strong man puts it on her, until she finds herself reduced to her basic femaleness at his feet. In the case of the bred female slave, of course, she has been legally and literally, in anyone's understanding, bred to the collar, and in a full commercial and economic sense, as a business speculation on the part of masters. The features most often selected for by the breeders are beauty and passion opposed to the pseudo masculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties. There are few male slaves with long pedigrees. Goreans, though recognizing the legal and economic legitimacy of male slavery, do not regard it as possessing the same biological sanction as attaches to female slavery. The natural situation, in the mind of many Goreans, is that the master set/slave relation is one which ideally exists between man and woman, with the woman in the property position. Male slaves, from time to time, can receive opportunities to win their freedom, though, to be sure, usually in situations of high risk and great danger. Such opportunities are never accorded to the female slave. She is totally helpless. If she is to receive her freedom it will be fully and totally, and only, by the decision of her master.
Savages of Gor pages 68-70
male slaves sometimes called thrall's in the Northern area, Torvaldsland
among them stood, too, thralls. Their heads were not lower than those with whom they stood. Among them was the lad called Tarsk, formerly Wulfstan of Kassau, to whom Thyri had once been given for the night. In the night of the attack he, at the Forkbeard's encampment near the thing field, with an ax, had slain a Kur. I remembered finding the carcass of the animal beneath the fallen, half-burned canvas of the Forkbeard's tent. Thralls are not permitted to touch the war arrow, but they are permitted to kneel to those who have. Wulfstan had handed the Forkbeard the ax, disarming himself, and had then knelt before him, putting his head to his feet. Thralls may be slain for so much as touching a weapon. He had taken dirt from beneath the feet of the Forkbeard and, kneeling, had poured it on his head. "Rise, Thrall," had said the Forkbeard. The young man had then stood, and straightly, head high, before the Forkbeard. The Forkbeard threw him back the ax. "Carry it," said the Forkbeard.
Marauders of Gor p. 238
A few more quotes for
you
"You are a slave," I said. "You are owned.
You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman. If you were free, and
Gorean, you might be permitted by men to remain as you are, but you are
neither Gorean nor free. The Gorean man will accept no compromise on your
femininity, not from a slave. She will be what he wishes, and that is a
woman, fully, and his. If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You
may fight your master. He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the
sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are the slave; it
is you who will lose. On Earth you had the society at your back, the result
of centuries of feminization; he could not so much as speak harshly to
you but you could rush away or summon magistrates; here, however, society
is not at your back, but at his; it will abet him in his wishes, for you
are only a slave; you will have no one to call, nowhere to run; you will
be alone with him, and at his mercy. Further, he has not been conditioned
with counter instinctual value sets, programmed with guilt, taught self
hatred; he has been taught pride and has, in the very air he breathes,
imbibed the mastery of females. These are different men. They are not Earthlings.
They are Goreans. They are strong, and they are hard, and they will conquer
you. For a man of Earth, you might never be a woman. For a man of Gor,
I assure you, my dear, sooner or later you will be."
She looked at me with misery.
The dancer moaned, crying out, as though in
agony. Still she remained impaled upon the slave pole, it's prisoner. "The
Gorean master," I told the blondish girl, "commands sensuality in his female
slaves."
She stared at the dancer, her eyes wide with
misery. 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."
Samos, with a snap of his fingers, freed the
dancer from the slave pole. She moved, turning, toward us. Before us, loosening
her veil at the right hip, she danced. Then she took it from her left shoulder,
where it had been tucked beneath the strap of her halter. With the veil
loose, covering her, holding it in her hands, she danced before us. Then
she regarded us, dark eyed, over the veil; it turned about her body; then,
to the misery of the blondish girl, she wafted the silk about her, immeshing
her in its gossamer softness. I saw the parted lips, the eyes wide with
horror, of the kneeling, harnessed girl, through the light, yellow veil;
then the dancer had drawn it away from her, and turning, was again in the
center of the floor.
"You will learn your womanhood," I told the
blondish girl. "And I will tell you where you will learn it."
She looked up at me.
"At the feet of a master," I told her.
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"I think," said Milo to me, "that I would
fain remain your slave!"
"Why?" I asked.
"That I might upon occasion, when permitted,"
said Milo, "have the opportunity to look upon this woman."
"Do you find her of interest?" I asked.
"Of course!" he said, startled.
"Then she is yours," I said.
"Mine!" he cried.
"Of course," I said. "She is only a slave,
a property, a trifle, a bauble. I give her to you. Here is the key to her
collar," I pressed the key into his hand. "You may break permission," I
said to the slave. She flung herself to her belly before me, covering my
feet with kisses.
"Thank you! Thank you, Master!" she wept.
"Your new master is there," I said, indicating
Milo.
Quickly then she lay before him, kissing his
feet, "I love you, Master!" she wept. "I love you!"
He reached down, awkwardly, to lift her up,
but it seemed she fought him, struggling, and could not be raised higher
than to her knees, and then, he desisting in amazement, she had her head
down again, to his feet, in obeisance, and was kissing them. She was laughing,
and crying. "I love you, Master!" she wept. "I love you! I will be hot,
devoted and dutiful! I am yours! I will live to please you! I will live
to love and serve you! I love you, my Master!" She kissed him again, and
again, about the feet, the ankles, the sides of the calves. Then she looked
up at him timidly, love bright in her eyes.
"I will try to be a good slave to you, Master!"
she said.
"Surely I must free you!" he cried.
"No!" she suddenly cried, in terror.
"No?" he said.
"No!" she said. "Please, no, my Master!"
"I do not understand," he stammered.
"I have waited too long for my slavery! It
is what I have desired and craved all my life! Do not take it from me!"
"I do not understand," he said, haltingly.
"I am not a man!" she said. "I am a woman!
I want to love and serve, wholly, helplessly, unquestioningly, irreservedly,
unstintingly! I want to ask nothing and to
give all! I want to be possessed by you, to be yours literally, to be owned
by you!"
He was speechless.
"My slavery is precious to me," she said.
"Please, Master, do not take it from me!"
"What should I do?" he asked me, wildly.
Lavinia, too, kneeling before him, her arms
not about his legs, looked at me, wildly, pleadingly, tears in her eyes.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him.
"Truly?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"She is beautiful!" he said.
"Of course," I said.
"I want her," he said.
"Subject to what limits?" I asked.
"To no limits," he said.
"Then it seems you want her wholly," I said.
"Yes," he said, "wholly."
"There is only one way to have a woman wholly,"
I said, and that is for her to be your slave, for you to own her."
"Please, please, Master!" wept Lavinia, looking
up at Milo. "Please, Master!"
"Do with her what you wish," I said. "But
she is a slave. It is the only thing which will truly fulfill her. It is
the only thing which will make her truly happy."
"I do not know what to do!" he said.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I want to own her!" he cried, angrily, "I
want to own every inch of her, every particle of her, every bit of her,
totally, every hair on her head, every mark on her body, all of her, all
of her! I want to own her, completely!"
"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" said Lavinia.
"It is what you want, and it is what she wants,
too," I said.
"You understand," said he to Lavinia, "that
if I make this decision, it is made."
"Yes, Master!" she said.
"Once it is made, it is made," he said.
"Yes, Master!" she said.
"And that is acceptable to you?" he asked.
"She is a slave," I said. "It makes no difference
whether it is acceptable to her or not. You are the master."
He looked down at Lavinia.
"He is right, of course, Master," she said.
"My wishes are nothing, as they are only the wishes of a slave. My will
is nothing, as it is only the will of a slave. I am at your mercy, totally.
I am in your power, completely."
"Aii!" he said, understanding this.
"Master?" she asked.
"You are my slave," he announced, accepting
her.
"I love you, Master!" she wept, putting her
head against his thigh.
"I own you," he said, softly, wonderingly.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Truly," he said.
"Yes, my Master!" she said.
"It is one thing to own a woman," I said,
"and it is another to have her within the bonds of an excellent mastery."
"Undoubtedly," he said.
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