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Everywhere you travel you are faced with the question, to prove or not to prove.
It is not up to a slave to decide whether or not a Free Person wants a drink tested, nor is it their place to question.
If a Free wants their drink tested, they shall tell you to do so.
Here are a few varied passages on slaves drinking from a Frees vessel and tasting in general.
"Bring two bowls." I said.
"Two?" asked the girl.
"The slave," I said, indicating Elizabeth, "will taste it first."
"Of course, Master," said the girl.
Assassin of Gor
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.
Captive of Gor
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 of Gor
"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.
Guardsman of Gor
Touching Weapons
The law of the touching of weapons by slaves seems to vary throughout Gor and its many Cities and tribes. Slaves were shown using knives and handling weapons with no repercussions,
this shows that the intent of the slave is what makes handling a weapon either a crime or a daily function. If you are reading these words and they dont reside on the seven quivas site then my personal interpretation has simply been copied and pasted elsewhere. Good to know those who steal dont actually read what they steal first isnt it?
In Nomads of Gor, a slave did handle a weapon with intent to harm,
yet she was not slain which again shows that the will of the Free can determine the outcome for any slave.
*Moral of the story: dont piss your Master off.
"Bring wine," he said to Elizabeth, who, her mouth filled with meat; went and fetched a small skin of wine and a cup, which she filled for him. When Kamchak had drunk the cup of wine he looked again at Aphris. "For what you have done," he said,"it is common to call for one of the Clan of Torturers." "I will kill myself first," cried Aphris, posing the quiva over her heart. Kamchak shrugged. The girl did not slay herself. "NO," she cried, "I will slay you." "Much better," said Kamchak, nodding. "Much better." "I have a knife!" cried out Aphris. "Obviously," said Kamchak. He then got up and walked rather heavily over to one wall of the wagon and took a slave whip from the wall. He faced Aphris of Turia.
"Sleen!" she wept. She threw back her hand with the knife to rush forward and thrust it into the heart of Kamchak but the coil of the whip lashed forth and I saw its stinging tip wrap four times about the wrist and forearm of the Turian girl who cried out in sudden pain and Kamchak had stepped to the side and with a motion of his hand had thrown her off balance and then by the whip dragged her rudely over the rug to his feet. There he stepped on her wrist and removed the knife from her open hand. He thrust it in his belt.
"Slay me!" wept the girl. "I will not be your slave!
"But Kamchak had hauled her to her feet and then flung her back to where she had stood before. Dazed, holding her right arm, on which could be seen four encircling blazes of scarlet, she regarded him. Kamchak then removed the quiva from his belt and hurled it across the room until it struck in one of the poles of the frame supporting the wagon hides, two inches in the wood, beside the throat of the girl.
"Take the quiva," said Kamchak. The girl shook with fear. "Take it," ordered Kamchak. She did so. "Now," he said, "replace it." Trembling, she did so.
Nomads of Gor
"I recalled how a guard had once given me his spear, and it had been so heavy, I could throw it only a few feet. He had then taken it from me and hurled it into a block of wood, head deep, more then a hundred feet away. He then sent me to fetch it for him and I had scarcely been able to work it free of the wood."
Captive of Gor
"Wasnapohdi thrust her knife in behind the neck, to make the first slash, from which the skin would begin to be folded back, to expose the forequarters on each side. Subsequently the hide, in the normal fashion, can be cut down the middle."
Blood Brothers of Gor
on Use
Many who venture to online Gor, take it as a given that any and all slaves can be used regardless of their Owners restrictions. In the books, restriction/permission of a kind did exist and these restrictions were honoured in most parts, though that is not to say they will always be honoured.
To say there is absolutely no restrictions on Gor is impossible, as are not White Silk Girls often restricted until sold?
Would you let just anyone walk into your Home and take your property?
If someone takes property of yours without permission, such as your Car, is that not theft?
We may follow aspects of Gor in our everyday lives, but we do live in a society of harmful humans.
There are real people behind each monitor, and real pain. Here are a few passages which I found interesting.
View them as you may, remembering everyones perspective is their own.
I heard the miserable cries of two girls. A man was coming from the cook shack, where Thimble and Thistle had hidden themselves. He now dragged them before us, bent over, a hand in the hair of each. �What have we here!� cried a man cheerfully.�Slaves!� cried others.
�Hold,� said I. �We are honest men, and are not thieves. Release them.�
The man loosed the hair of the girls. Swiftly they knelt, frightened.
"These girls,� said I, �belong to Imnak.�
�He is a red hunter,� said a man. �He is one with us,� I said. There was an angry cry. I drew my blade.
�None may use them without his permission,� I said.
�I shall maintain discipline, if need be, my comrades, by the blade.�
Beasts of Gor
'We took her without your permission,' said Bran Loort.
'In this,' said Thurnus, 'you have committed a breach of code.' 'It does not matter to me,' said Bran Loort.
'Neither a plow, nor a bosk, nor a girl may one man take from another,
saving with the owner's saying of it,' quoted Thurnus
"Had you asked of Me My permission, Bran Loort, said Thurnus, indicating Me with a gesture of His head, willingly and without thought, gladly, would I have given you temporary Master rights over her.
Slave girl of Gor
In a large house, with various slave girls, it is thought only an act of courtesy on the part of a host to permit a guest the use of one of the girls for the evening. Each of the girls considered eligible for this service, at one time or another during the evening, will approach the guest and offer him wine. His choice is indicated by the one from whom he accepts wine. I looked at the girl. Her eyes met mine, softly.
Her lips were slightly parted. "Wine, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "I will have wine."
She poured the diluted wine into my cup, bowed her head and with a shy smile, backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and hurried away. .
"Of course," said Ho-Tu, "you may not have her tonight, for she is White Silk."
"I understand," I said.
Assassin of Gor
Using Tal
Online Tal is most often reserved only for the use of the free and this has lead to the belief that slaves never used it at all. This is also a myth, slaves were known to use Tal on occasion.
The girls stood straight, proud under the gaze of a warrior. �Tal, Master,� said many of them, as I rode slowly by.
�Tal, Master,� they said to me. �Tal, Slave Girls,� I said to them.
Tribesmen of Gor
Winds and Steel
Another commonly used term online, it is to be found nowhere in the books.
Choices
Recently there seems to be an abundance of slaves who believe they can pick and choose when, where and how they will serve. While common sense is understood, many of these girls now use it as a shield for their own laziness.
In Gor a slave has two choices, to succeed or to fail.
�Do I have a choice, Master?� she asked. �No,� I said, �absolutely not.�
�Yes, Master,� she said.
�Would you prefer your pretty flesh to be lashed from your bones?� I asked.
�No, Master!� she said.
�And as the evening progresses, and as men might desire you,� I said, �you will please them, and fully.�
�Yes, Master,� she said.
�You are a slave, an absolute and total slave,� I reminded her.
�Yes, Master,� she said.
Mercenaries of Gor
The slave, of course, must obey. She has no choice.
Mercenaries of Gor
"You must be patient," I said.
"Yes, Master," she moaned, pressing more closely against me. She would be patient.
She had no choice in the matter. She was a slave.
Players of Gor
Ka-La-na - Poison in Silver
Many girls travelling through online Gor come across different training methods and fallacies,
one of which is the fallacy of Ka-la-na turning to poison if served in silver.
Here is just one example of Ka-la-na being served as such with no ill effects.
"I do not wish to come home with you now," she said lightly,
a bit of Ka-la-na spilling from the silver goblet she held.
At a gesture from Kliomenes, who sat cross-legged beside her, a half naked paga slave, whose left ankle was belled, refilled Miss Hendersons cup.
Rogue of Gor
Simply Gor
"It is hard to be a man," I said, "until one stands in a relation to a woman. And, I suppose, it is hard to be a woman until one stands in a relation to a man."
"What relation," she asked, "Master?"
"That of the natural order of nature," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
I looked at her. "I cannot know well the nature of your feelings," I said, "but I know, and well, that women are deep as well as beautiful."
"We are so different from you," she said. "I fear you will never understand us."
"It is doubtless easier to put you on your knees and push the whip to your teeth than it is to understand you," I said.
"The man who truly understands us," she laughed,
"is the first to put us on our knees and make us kiss the whip."
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