Bondmaid Information
Bondmaid Circles
"He then drew with the handle of his ax a circle, some twenty feet in diameter, in the dirt floor of the temple. It was a bond-maid circle."
Marauders of Gor - page 44
"To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare one-self a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid."
Marauders of Gor - pages 44 - 45
Collars
"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 law 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......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, 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 thumb, forcibly, pushed a metal riveted through the three holes. The rivet sit snugly. .......Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he riveted the iron collar about her throat."
Marauders of Gor - page 87
From my pouch I drew forth a leather Kur collar, with its lock, and sewn in leather, its large, rounded ring. 'What is it?' she asked apprehensively, I took it behind her neck, and then, closing it about her throat, thrust the large, flattish bolt, snapping it, into the lock breech. The two edges of metal, bordered by the leather, fitted closely together. the collar is some three inches in height. the girl must keep her chin up. 'It is the collar of a Kur cow,' I told her.
Marauders of Gor, page 275
About her neck, riveted, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring, to which a chain might be attached.
Marauders of Gor, page 85
There were some one hundred bond-maids for sale in the shed. They all wore the collars of the north, with the projecting iron ring.
Marauders of Gor, page 158
Brands
"She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with the heat. "Please, my Jarl," she cried, "do not mark your girl!" At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed. Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted. She had tried not to scream. She had dared to pit her will against the iron. But when the iron had been pulled back, from deep within her flesh, smoking, she, her pride gone, her will shattered, had screamed with pain, long and miserably, revealing herself as only another branded girl."
Marauders of Gor - page 86
"The brand used by Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with at its right tip, adjoining it, a steep, diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in width, and the diagonal line about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword."
Marauders of Gor - page 87
Kirtles
Kirtles are worn by Free Women and bondmaids alike. Even thralls wear kirtles though it seems to me that the kirtle for a thrall is just a short, sleeveless tunic made of the homespun cloth of Torvaldsland and not the dress worn by the Free Women and bondmaids. The kirtle of the bondmaids is of thin white ankle length (or higher) wool, loose and flowing, sleeveless with a split to the belly to better expose the breasts.
She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly. About her neck I could see a dark ring.
Marauders of Gor, page 81
How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bondmaids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous embonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women; pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters.
Marauders of Gor, page 100
Thrall kirtle
“If you are washed and readied,” said a young thrall, collared in a kirtle of white wool, “it is permisable to present yourselves before the high seat of the house, before my master, Sevein Blue Tooth, Jarl of Torvaldsland.”
Marauders of Gor, page 194
Blocking the path of the Kur was a man, in a kirtle of white wool, a colar of black iron at his throat. He held his ax lifted. The Kur snarled but the man, Tarsk, Thrall of the Forkbeard, once Wulfstan of the Kassau did not move, Mor than once today I had seen this fellow Tarsk at work in the fighting, In the lines of Svein Blue Tooth, once he had fought not more than six me from my right. His ax, and his kirtle, were much bloodied.
Marauders of Gor, page 258
Jarl's Preferences
She struggled, held. She had a fair throat, good shoulders; she was marvelously breasted; her waist was such that one could get his hands on it well; she might have been a bit broad in the beam but I had no objection to this; in the north it is called the love cradle; it was well adapted to cushion the shocks of an oarsman's pleasure; in the south she would have been said to be sweetly hipped; if the Forkbeard wished to breed her she would bear healthy, strong young to his thralls.
Marauders of Gor - page 125
"She shrank back against the wall. She was large breasted. The men of Torvaldsland are fond of such women."
Marauders of Gor - page 44
Bondmaid Gruel
"Like the bond-maids, she had been fed only on cold Sa-Tarna porridge and scraps of dried parsit fish."
Marauders of Gor, page 56
"Another of the bond-maids was then freed to mix the bond-maid gruel, mixing fresh water with Sa-Tarna meal, and then stirring in the raw fish."
Marauders of Gor, page 64
General Bondmaid Quotes
I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came from within the palisade. Among them, white kirtled, collared, excited, ran bond-maids. These, upon the arrival of their master, are permitted to greet him. The men of the north enjoy the bright eyes, the leaping bodies, the squealing, the greetings of their bond-maids.
Marauders of Gor
Thyri, and other bond-maids, leaped and clapped their hands. How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful . How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters.
Marauders of Gor, page 100
I noted that the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard attracted more then their expected share of attention. They were quite beautiful, from collars to low bellies, and the turn of their legs. "Your girls walk well." I told Ivar. "They are bond-maids," said he, "under the eyes of strange men." I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure. "When we return to Forkbeard's Landfall," said the Forkbeard, "they will be better, for having looked, and having been looked upon."
Marauders of Gor
Slave girls fear free women muchly. It is almost as if there were some unspoken war between them, almost as if they might be mortal enemies. In such a war, or such an enmity, of course, the slave girl is completely at the mercy of the free person; she is only slave. One of the great fears of a slave girl is that she will be sold to a woman. Free women treat their female slaves with incredible hatred and cruelty. Why this is I do not know. Some say it is because they, the free women, envy the girls their collars and wish that they, too, were collared, and at the complete mercy of masters.
Marauders of Gor
She stood very still, facing the couch, at its foot. She was a bond-maid. She was property. She was owned. "Force me," she whispered. Bond-maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent , uncompromising male, a master; deep with in them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast.
Marauders of Gor, page 136
"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression `silk girl!' is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold.
Marauders of Gor, pg 144
I looked down upon her. 'You are a wanton slave,' I said. She looked up at me laughing, 'A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions,' she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten.
Marauders of Gor, page 278
Bera went to the next man , to fill his cup with the mead, from the heavy hot tankard, gripped with cloth, which she carried.
Marauders of Gor, page 278
