| Yes! It is in the books... - Bathrooms! - Kissing the cup! - Jealousy! - Freed to bear children! - Slave fight! - Drinking from the cup of a Free! -Sadism |
| Bathrooms on Gor I looked back to the porcelaintype container, near the back wall, to the right. I was glad it was there. I would be expected to use it. One is taught, I, and animals, too, of other sorts, to use such things, corners of cells, boxes, drains, and such. I, of course, was "cell broken." If no receptacle were there, and I need not "wait," sometimes in misery, until conducted by keepers to a suitable place for the discharge of such homely functions, I knew enough to use the back, right-hand corner of the area. It is not pleasant to have one' s face nearly thrust into one's wastes and then, on all fours, be dragged by the hair to the back, right-hand corner of an area, where the keeper points meaningfully to the appropriate place of deposition. One learns quickly, of course. One trains well. 26: 111 "In the slave wagon," he said, "on the right, as you enter, there is a water bag, which is full, and a food pan, in which there are two rolls. In the front of the slave wagon, on the left, as you face forward, there is a wastes bucket. "Yes, Master," I said. 22: 478 "It will be amusing," said he, "to see you stumbling about on the sand, sword in hand, thrashing here and there, trying to find your foes. The crowd will love it. It provides comic relief between the serious bouts and the animal fights to follow. It is also a time for patrons to stretch, buy their pastries, relieve themselves and such." I did not respond. 5: 33 It turned away and went to a side of the room where it relieved itself. A lever, depressed, released water, washing the waste away. 12: 365 Urine, which freezes instantly, is often used for the ice coating. But, too, a skin bag, filled with snow, placed within the clothing, next to the body, which causes the snow to melt, may also be used. At night, when the sled is not being used, it is overturned, so that the runners will not freeze to the ice. Sleen harnesses and traces are hung on a pole, thrust upright in the snow, to protect them from being eaten by the sleen. Imnak relieved himself, icing the runner. 12: 319 In a higher class market girls are usually fed a cathartic a few hours before the sale, and forced to relieve themselves shortly before their sale, a kettle passed down the line. In the current market such niceties, especially in large sales, were seldom observed. 13: 36 I indicated the blond-haired barbarian in her cage, a few yards forward of the mainmast. It was chained, at four points, to cleats in the deck, that it not shift its position overmuch in rough weather. A folded tarpaulin lay near it, with which it could be covered. Sasi�s cage had similar appointments. The girls relieved themselves during the day, when ordered to do so. 13: 86 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. 16: 294 "In the slave wagon," he said, "on the right, as you enter, there is a water bag, which is full, and a food pan, in which there are two rolls. In the front of the slave wagon, on the left, as you face forward, there is a wastes bucket. "Yes, Master," I said. "Go," he said. 22:478 Jealousy on Gor I would suppose that slave girls are among the most truthful of intelligent organisms, at least when stripped and confronted seriously by the master. They must be. Lying, serious lying, is not permitted to them This is not to deny, however, that petty lying, pilfering and such, where the master is not directly concerned or affected, is often tolerated, if not encouraged. That sort of thing is expected of slave girls. They are, after all, slaves. For example, when a former free woman, now enslaved, steals her first pastry from another girl, this is often smiled upon, and punished, if at all, quite lightly. The master is not displeased. It is taken as evidence that the girl is now learning to be a slave. Slaves do that sort of thing. The petty jealousies and resentments. that build up among girls make them easier to control The master, to whom they belong, though he will normally refrain from interfering in their squabbles, is, of course, if need be, the ultimate arbiter for all their disputes. He owns them. Beasts of Gor - 300 Suddenly, angrily, I kicked her. She cried out, startled. I stood straight, as though I had done nothing. The soldier with the coffle, who was gathering jewelry into a scarf from various coffers in the tent, pretended that he had not noticed my action. Masters do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their own internal order among themselves. On the other hand, they would not approve if one slave injured or marked, or reduced in value, another. That would be serious, and not to be tolerated. The girl before me now no longer stood proudly and sensually. She was now only a frightened, chained girl, at my mercy. She was coffled before me. "On the other hand," I said to her, "I may not forgive you either." "Marla begs forgiveness, Mistress," she whispered. "I may forgive you and I may not," I said. "Yes, Mistress," said the girl. She trembled. The chain shook on her wrist. I was pleased. Too, if she feared me, perhaps I could, for a time, frighten her away from my master. She was a lovely female, Marla, and I had little doubt she would be incredibly delicious in the arms of a man. I suppose that I was jealous of her. Slave Girl of Gor - 132 A guard is not used in such cases to prevent the escape of the girl, for, in such a situation, in a house or kasbah, there is no escape for her. He serves to protect her, interestingly, from other slave girls. The strap or coiled rope be carries is used less often to hasten, in a humiliating fashion, a girl who might otherwise dally on the way to discipline, though it may serve this purpose, than it is to drive other girls from her. Such a strap or rope, of course, can sting hotly through slave silk. She is very vulnerable, you see, the girl who is to be punished, on the way to discipline. She is naked; she is not permitted to rise; she may not even speak, for the whip must be held between her teeth; to drop it is twenty extra lashes. Resentments, jealousies, petty feuds, enemities, are common among female slaves. Particularly is there jealousy and hatred for the most beautiful slaves, or for the highest slaves. Such a girl, on her way to discipline, is a delight to those who hate and envy her, and who would be only too pleased to take this opportunity to jeer and abuse her, sometimes cruelly and physically. Tribesmen - 353 We strove mightily in our lessons, to be found worthy of being raised to a higher level. This seemed almost symbolic, and was doubtless intended to be. None of us, of course, were permitted to ascend to the next level until all of us had attained at least its minimum requirements. This put great pressure on us all to excel. One girl was determined to be refractory. She was fiercely disciplined that night, as though by merciless, raging cats, by her chain mates. In the morning she considerably improved her performances. It seemed that she had only wanted that excuse, really, that sop to her pride, to eagerly serve men with perfection. She soon became one of the best of us. Indeed, as she wheedled with the guards, and would sometimes ever receive a candy, many of us became quite jealous of her. Dancer of Gor - 82 "You were angry?" I asked. "Not then," she said. "I think I was rather more scandalized that the woman should be discussed in that fashion. After all, she was not, as I, an animal, a slave." "But perhaps she was an animal, a slave," I said, "only one not yet in her collar, as once you were not yet in your collar." "That is undoubtedly true!" she laughed. "But you became angry later?" I said. "Yes!" she said. "At whom?" I asked. "At both of them!" she said. "Because of the trickery they would practice," I asked, "because of the toils of the slave net?" "No," she said. "It is rather that I did not want Milo to have anything to do with the other woman, whoever she was! There were already enough women so captured in the house! What if she were more beautiful than I? What if he liked her, when he saw her naked in the net?" "You were jealous of a possible rival," I said. "Yes!" she said. "But there have apparently been a great many," I said. "I was distraught," she said. "I was furious! My heart was beating wildly. Then I felt futile, helpless and miserable. I could do nothing! Such as I are completely at the mercy of our masters! I was only a slave! And then there were tears in my eyes, and Milo was so beautiful! I wanted him to see me, to notice me. I did not wish to be just another slave in the background, unrecognized, so simply taken for granted, serving but almost unnoticed, present but scarcely seen. Magicians of Gor - 312 Slaves drinking from the cup of a Free?? When I had served him wine he gave me, too, to drink of the cup. This was, in its way, a great honor, and a token of his recognition as to how I stood to him. I still, of course, did not dare to drink from the same edge of the cup as he, the master. Slave Girl, 442 A few moments later I knelt, lovingly, at the side of the curtile chair. Reucius held the goblet of wine. I had even been permitted to drink from it, from the side opposite to that which had touched his lips. Kajira, 435 He extended his goblet to me. "Drink," he said, offering me the cup. I looked at the rim of the cup. I shook with terror. "A slave girl dares not touch with her lips the rim of that cup which has been touched with the lips of her master," I whispered. "Excellent," said Verna. "She was trained in the pens of Ko-ro-ba, said Rask of Treve. He then, from his own cup, poured some wine into a small bowl, which he handed to me. "Thank you, Master," I breathed. Captive of Gor - Page 302 Slaves kissing the cup?? One of the men lifted his cup and I hurried to him. I took the cup and filled it . . . then I pressed my lips to his cup as I must, as a slave girl, and handed it to him. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 89 "Paga, Master?" she asked, kneeling before me, the metal cup held before her, in her two hands. "Yes," I said. She proffered the cup to me. She knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and extended her arms to me, the cup in her hands. "Did you not neglect to kiss it?" I asked her. She drew back the cup and, pressing her lips to it, kissed it. "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. Explorers of Gor - Page 161 Slowly, alone, a paga slave, naked and collared, she approached my table. She knelt there, before me. "Press the cup to your belly,� I told her. She did so. She then held it there, in both hands. "Paga, Master?" she whispered. "Yes," I said. She sobbed. "Kiss the cup," I told her. She lifted the metal cup from her belly and, turning her head to the side, pressed her lips against it. She then kissed it. She then, her knees wide, her arms extended to me, her head down, between her arms, proffered the paga to me. "Your paga, Master," she whispered. Explorers of Gor - Page 172 She reached to the wine, a sweet Ka-la-na of Ar, and filled the goblet to the third ring. Then, as I sat back against the couch, she knelt before me. She, head down, pressed the heavy metal goblet deep into her lower abdomen, and then she lifted it to her lips and, holding it with both hands, kissed it lingeringly and lovingly. Then, kneeling back on her heels she put down her head and, humbly, her arms extended, her head down between them, proffered me the goblet. "Wine, Master?" she asked. "Yes," I said. I then took the goblet from her, and drank. She lifted her head, and watched me. Guardsman of Gor - Page 301 �Now, take the goblet,� he said, �and hold the metal against your body, pushing inward.� I took the goblet and held it, tightly, to my body. I held the round, heavy metal against me, below my brassiere. �Lower,� he said, �against your belly.� I then held the goblet lower. �Press it more inward,� he said. I did so. I can still feel the cold metal against me, firmly, partly against the silk of my undergarment, partly against my belly. �Now,� said he, �lift the goblet to your lips and kiss it lingeringly, then proffer it to me, arms extended, head down.� Fighting Slave of Gor - Page 19 She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray upon the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more than a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each upon the table. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him. Then, head down, she withdrew. Tribesman of Gor - Page 89 Slaves were always ready to be slaves? Perhaps it was partly a stiffness in the shoulders. Perhaps it was something about the wrists. The backs of her hands faced us. The normal fall of a girl�s hands places her palms at her thighs. �Place your palms on your thighs,� said Marlenus. ...continued... �What is it to me,� he asked, �if she should, in months, of her own accord, come to understand her brand, her silk and her collar. What is it to me, if she should, in months, of her own accord, choose to fasten a talender in her hair?� I regarded him. �Do you truly think,� he asked, �that I, Marlenus of Ar, will wait for En�Kara.� �I suppose not,� I said. �Other men,� said Marlenus, �might be content to wait for the breezes of En�Kara to loosen the ice, to soften it and let the river run unimprisoned.� I looked into his eyes. �In owning a woman,� said Marlenus, �as in the game, one must seize the initiative. One must force through an attack that is overwhelming and shattering. She must be crushed, devastated.� �Mastered?� I asked. �Utterly,� he said. Hunters of Gor, pg. 153 SLAVE FIGHT!! (there are many more references to this in the books) A master takes no interest in the squabbles of slaves, it being beneath him. Nomads of Gor - Page 138 I spoke calmly. "Free men do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves." Assassin of Gor - Page 202 Masters do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their own internal order among themselves. Slave Girl of Gor - Page 132 Kamchak was looking closely at the girls, leaning forward, squinting. I blinked a few times "Is anything wrong?" asked Elizabeth Cardwell. I noted that there was a large welt on the side of her face, that her hair was ripped up a bit and that there were five long scratches on the left side of her face. "No," I said. Aphris of Turia appeared in even worse shape. She had surely lost more than one handful of hair. There were teeth marks in her left arm and, if I was not mistaken, her right eye was ringed and discolored. "The meat is overdone," grumbled Kamchak. A master takes no interest in the squabbles of slaves, it being beneath him. He of course would not have approved had one of the girls been maimed, blinded or disfigured. Nomads, 138 Were slave freed to bear children then re-enslaved? Vagabonds of Gor, page 267 -The youth of Tharna is usually bred from women temporarily freed for purposes of their conception, then reenslaved. In Tharnan law a person conceived by a free person on a free person is considered to be a free person, even if they are later. carried and borne by a slave. In many other cities this is different, the usual case being that the offspring of a slave is a slave, and belongs to the mother�s owner. Sadism on Gor? The men of this world are terribly strict with us, but few of them are cruel. Their pleasure is found in the manifold perfections of our service, intimate and otherwise, and in our devotion and love, not in our distress or pain. These men keep their animals under perfect discipline, as is their way, but they also, on the whole, treat them well. Witness 152 |