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Do not harm him," said
Kazrak. "He is my sword brother, Tarl of Bristol."
Kazrak's remark was in accord with the strange warrior
codes of Gor, codes which were as natural to him as the
air he breathed, and codes which I, in the Chamber of
the Council of Ko-ro-ba, had sworn to uphold. One who
has shed your blood, or whose blood you have shed,
becomes your sword brother, unless you formally
repudiate the blood on your weapons. It is a part of the
kinship of Gorean warriors regardless of what city it is
to which they owe their allegiance. It is a matter of
caste, an expression of respect for those who share
their station and profession, having nothing to do with
cities or Home Stones. ~ Tarnsman of Gor
"Your city," he asked, "what is it?" "You may
think of me," I had said, "as one of Port Kar." "Very
well," said he, "but I think we shall not make a great
deal of that, for the men of Port Kar are not overly
popular in the north." "The men of Torvaldsland,"
I assured him, "are not overly popular in the south."
"The men of Port Kar, however," said the Forkbeard, "are
respected in the north." "The men of Torvaldsland,"
I told him, "are similarly respected in the south."
Gorean enemies, if skilled, often hold one another in
high regard. "You play Kaissa well," had said Ivar
Forkbeard. "Let us be friends." "You, too, are
quite skilled," I told him. Indeed, he had much bested
me. I still had not fathomed the devious variations of
the Jarl’s Ax’s gambit as played in the north. I
expected, however, to solve it. We had shaken
hands over the board. "Friend," he had said.
"Friend," I had said. We had then tasted salt,
each from the back of the wrist of the other. ~
Marauders of Gor
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 of Gor
Whereas I was of high caste and he was of low, yet in
his own hut he would be, by the laws of Gor, a prince
and sovereign, for then he would be in the place of his
own Home Stone. ~ Outlaw of Gor
In a man's hut, he must be Master, even though he has
selected out for himself a companion. It is the part of
the companion to befriend and aid him, not to insult and
drive him. ~ Slave girl of Gor
It is seldom wise to impugn, or attempt to manipulate,
the honour of a Gorean. ~ Players of gor
"The men of Gor," she said, "are strong. They are not
weak and divided against themselves. They are not
tortured. They are integrated and coherent, and proud.
They see themselves in the order of nature. They see
females as females, as slaves, and themselves as men, as
masters. If we do not please them they punish us, or
slay us. We quickly learn our place in the order of
things. Only where there are true men can there be true
women."
~ Rouge of Gor - Page 100
Strong men simply need women. This will never be
understood by weak men. A strong man needs a woman at
his feet, who is truly his. Anything else is less than
his fulfillment. When a man has once eaten of the meat
of gods he will never again chew on the straw of fools.
~ Explorers of 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." ~ Explores
of Gor
“Flee!” she said. “I am of the Warriors,” I said.
“But you may die,” she said. “That is acknowledged
in the codes,” I said. “What are the codes?” she
asked. “They are nothing and, and everything,” I
said. “They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the
heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They
are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii.”
“Kurii?” she asked.
“Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse,” I said. “Beasts
such as the face you saw in the sky.” “You need
not keep the codes,” she said. “I once betrayed my
codes,” I said. “It is not my intention to do so again.”
I looked at her. “One does not know, truly what it is to
stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then
one knows, you see, what it is to stand.” “None
would know if you betrayed the codes,” she said. “I
would know,” I said, “and I am of the Warriors.” ~
Beasts of Gor |
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Free Women |
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"This thing is free!" cried the fellow, giving the
Lady Temione another shake. "How dare you send it to
my table! I do not want it! Send me a female! Send
me a woman!" ~
Page 78- Renegades of Gor
Free women, in being free, command attention when
they speak. It is their due. ~ Explorers of Gor -
Page 354
I inclined my head, "Lady," said I, acknowledging
the introduction. To a free woman considerable
deference is due, particularly to one such as the
Lady Rowena, one obviously, at least hitherto, of
high station. ~ Players of Gor - Page 12
"Beware your words," I cautioned her. "I am a
free woman," she said. "I can speak as I please."
I could not gainsay her in this. She was free. She
could, accordingly, say what she wished, and without
requiring permission. ~ Mercenaries of Gor - Page 7
"I am a free woman," she said. "How can you, a free
man, deny me anything I want?" "Easily," I said.
She looked at me, angrily.
"Many free women believe they can have anything they
want, merely by asking for it, or demanding it," I
said, "but now you see that that is not true, at
least not in a world where there are true men." ~
Players of Gor - Page 119
Goreans, in their simplistic fashion, often contend,
categorically, that man is naturally free and woman
is naturally slave. But even for them the issues are
far more complex than these simple formulations
would suggest. For example, there is no higher
person, nor one more respected, than the Gorean free
woman. Goreans do believe, however, that every woman
has a natural master or set of masters, with respect
to whom she could not help but be a complete and
passionate slave girl. ~ Hunters of Gor - Page 311
… even girls who will be free companions, and never
slaves, learn the preparation and serving of exotic
dishes, the arts of walking, and standing and being
beautiful, the care of a man's equipment, the love
dances of their city, and so on. ~ Nomads of
Gor - Page 63
Free women, drinking, commonly lift their veil, or
veils, with the left hand. Low-caste free women, if
veiled, usually do the same. Sometimes, however,
particularly if they are in public, they will drink
through their veil, or veils. Sometimes, of course,
free women will drink unveiled, even with guests.
Much depends upon how well the individuals are
known, and who is present. In their homes, of
course, with only the members of their families
present, or servants and slaves, most free women do
not veil themselves, even those of high caste
~ Fighting Slave of Gor - Page 276
“I have never been in one of these places before,”
she said. “I now understand why it is that free
women never enter Paga taverns.” ~ Assassins of Gor
- Page 22
Only slave girls, on Gor, reveal their navels. ~
Explorers of Gor - Page 334
men, save I, rose as one to their feet, for Gorean
men commonly stand when a free woman enters a room.
~ Guardsman of Gor - Page 255
She looked up at me in wonder, blood at her mouth.
She had been cuffed. "Did you strike me
because I challenged your manhood?" she asked. "I
did not really mean it. It is only that I was
terribly angry. I did not think." "You were
not struck for such an absurd reason," I said. "You
are, after all, a free woman, and free women are
entitled to insult, and to attempt to demean and
destroy men. It is one of their freedoms, unless
men, of course, should decide to take it from them.
You were struck, rather, because you were attempting
to manipulate me."
~ Mercenaries of Gor - Page 422
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"Panthergirls are arrogant. They live by themselves
in the northern forests, by hunting, and slaving and
outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or
anything, saving themselves and, undeniably the
beasts they hunt, the tawny forest panthers, the
swift, sinuous sleen." ~ Hunters of Gor
"She was
magnificent. She might have been bred from pleasure
slaves and she-panthers. She was sinuous and
arrogant, desirable, dangerous, feline. I had little
doubt that she was swift of mind. She was surely
proud and haughty. She was lithe. She was perhaps
two inched taller than the average Gorean woman, and
yet, due to the perfections of her proportions, as
vigorous and stunning as a girl bred deliberately in
the slave pens for such qualities." Panther
girls are arrogant. They live by themselves in the
northern forests, by hunting, and slaving and
outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or
anything, saving themselves and, undeniably, the
beasts they hunt, the tawny forest panthers, the
swift, sinuous sleen. ~ Hunters of Gor page 28
"Those are the great forests. No one knows how far
they extend to the east, and they go north as far as
Torvaldsland. In them there are the forest people,
but also many bands of outlaws, some of women and
some of men" "Women?" I asked. "Some call them
forest girls," said Ute. "Others call them the
panther girls, for they dress themselves in the
teeth and skins of forest panthers, which they slay
with their spears and bows." ~ Captive of Gor pg.
82?
"It is not uncommon for panther girls to first make
contact," said Rim, smiling, "with a hunting arrow
in the back." ~ Hunters of Gor Page 79
I can understand why it is that such women hate men,
but it is less clear to me why they hold such enmity
to women. Indeed, they accord more respect to men,
who hunt them, and whom they hunt, as worthy foes,
than they do to women other than themselves. They
regard, it seems, all women, slave or free, as soft,
worthless creatures, so unlike themselves. Perhaps
most of all they despise beautiful female slaves. I
am not sure why they hold this great hatred for
other members of their sex. I suspect it may be
because, in their hearts, they hate themselves, and
their femaleness. Perhaps they wish to be men; I do
not know. It seems they fear, terribly, to be
females, and perhaps fear most that they, by the
hands of a strong man, will be taught their
womanhood. It is said that panther girls, conquered,
make incredible slaves. I do not much understand
these things. ~ Hunters of Gor Page 28
She knew as well as I the contempt in which panther
girls held female slaves. ~ Hunters of Gor
Page 76
She was one of the most exciting beautiful women I
had ever seen. I resented the brief, tight skins
which concealed her from me. ~ Hunters of Gor pg.
I was nothing with these proud, free, dangerous,
brave women, these independent, superb, unfearing,
resourceful, fierce felines, panther girls of the
northern forests of Gor. They were swift, and
beautiful and arrogant, like Verna. They were armed,
and could protect themselves, and did not need men.
They could make men slaves, if they wished, and sell
them later, if they were displeased with them or
wearied of them. And they could fight with knives
and knew the trails and trees of the vast forests. ~
Captives of Gor page 129
Runaway women who live in the forest without free
men, taking as slave any man who enters their domain
and eventually selling him. Those of the northern
forests dress in the teeth and skins of forest
panthers which they slay with their spears and bows
~ Captive of Gor, page 82 and 118
" I am Verna," she told them, "a Panther Girl, of
the High Forest.
I enslave men, when it pleases me. "When I
tire of them I sell them. I despise you," she
said. "We have outwitted you, and captured
you. We have bound you. If we wished, we would take
you into the forest and teach you what it is to be a
slave!"
~ Captive of Gor
He regarded her. "I am not your slave," she
said. "The throne of the Ubara of Ar," he
said, " is empty. They looked at one another.
"Thank you," she said, "Ubar." "I will have
all arrangements made," he said, "for your
investiture as Ubara of Ar." "But," she said,
"Marlenus, I do not wish to be Ubara of Ar."
His men gasped. My men could not speak. I, too, was
struck with silence. To be Ubara of Ar was the most
glorious thing to which a woman might aspire. It
meant that she would be the richest and most
powerful woman on Gor, that armies and navies, and
tarn cavalries, could move upon her very word, that
the taxes of an empire the wealthiest on Gor could
be laid at her feet, that the most precious of gems
and jewelries might be hers, that she would be the
most envied woman on the planet. "I have the
forests," she said. Marlenus could not speak.
"It seems," he said, "that I am not always
victorious." "No," she said, "Marlenus, you
have been victorious." He looked at her,
puzzled. "I love you," she said. "I loved you
even before I knew you, but I will not wear your
collar and I will not share your throne." "I
do not understand," he said. I had not thought,
ever, to see the Ubar as he stood there, looming
over this woman, whom he might, did he choose, seize
and own, but standing there numb, not
understanding." You do not understand," said
she, "because I am a woman." He shook his
head. "It is called freedom," she said.
Then Verna turned away from him, in the skins of a
panther woman. "I shall wait for my women in the
forest," she said. "Tell them to find me there."
"Wait!" said Marlenus of Ar. His voice was agonized.
His hand lifted, as though to beg her to return with
him. I was startled. Never had I understood
that the Ubar of Ar could be thus. He had cared, he
then understood, and we, too, for this lonely,
proud, beautiful woman. "Yes?" asked Verna,
turning to regard him. In her eyes, too, I thought I
saw moisture. Whatever Marlenus might have
said to her, he did not say. He stood still for a
moment, and then straightened himself. With one hand
he tore from his throat the leather and claws he
wore there. I saw that among those barbaric
ornaments was a ring. I gasped, for it was the seal
of Ar, the signet of Glorious Ar. He threw it to
Verna, as a bauble. She caught it. "With
that," he said, "you are safe in the realm of Ar.
With that you can command the power of the city.
This is as the word of the Ubar. With this you can
buy supplies. With this you can command soldiers.
Any who comes upon you and see this ring will know
that behind you stands the power of Ar." "I do
not want it," she said. "Wear it," said
Marlenus, "for me." Verna smiled. "Then," said
she, "I want it." She tied the ring on a bit of
leather about her neck.
"The Ubara of Ar," said he, "might wear such a
ring." "I have the forests," she said. "Are
they not more beautiful even that the city of Ar?"
They regarded one another. "I will never see
you again," said Marlenus. Verna shrugged. "Perhaps
not," she said. "But perhaps you will." He
looked at her. "Perhaps, sometime," she said.
"I will trek to Ar. I have heard that it is a fine
city." He grinned "And perhaps," said she,
"from time to time, you might come again to hunt in
the northern forests." "Yes," he said. "Such is my
intention." "Good," she said. "Perhaps,
sometimes, we can hunt together." Then she
turned to depart. "I wish you well. Woman,"
said Marlenus of Ar. She turned to face him, and
smiled. "I, too," said she, "wish you well."
Then she turned and vanished into the dark green
shadows of the northern forests.
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Slaves |
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"It is strange," he said, "I have faced sleen and
the steel of fierce enemies. I am a warrior, and
am high among warriors. Yet you, a mere girl,
would conquer me with a smile and a tear." ~
(Slave Girl of GOR , page 424)
The Goreans have a saying, “There are only two
kinds of women, slaves, and slaves.” ~ {Kajira of
Gor - 137}
“Beautiful enough to be collared” is a Gorean
compliment, though perhaps a rather rude one, and
one that one would not be likely to hear addressed
openly and to the face of a free woman. “She has
legs pretty enough to be those of a slave girl” is
another such compliment. ~ {Guardsman of Gor -
210}
As I have earlier indicated the slave girl is
normally transported in total ignorance of her
destination. Keeping a girl in ignorance is
commonly thought useful in her control and
management. Too, it helps her keep clearly in mind
that she is a slave. Curiosity is not becoming in
a Kajira is a common Gorean saying. The girl
learns quickly that it is not her business to
meddle in the affairs of her master but, rather,
to be beautiful, and serve him, abjectly and
totally. ~ Savages of Gor
"Who are you? What do you want?" I begged.
"Curiosity," he said, " is not becoming in a
Kajira." I stared at him. "You might
be beaten for it," he said. ~ Captive of Gor
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 of Gor
Excellent slaves are seldom beaten, for there is
little, if any, reason to do so. To be sure, such
a girl, particularly a love slave, occasionally
desires to feel the stroke of the lash, wanting to
feel pain at the hands of a beloved master,
wanting to be whipped by him because she loves
him, in this way symbolizing to herself her
relationship to him, that of slave to master, her
acceptance of that relationship, and her rejoicing
in it. ~ Magicians of Gor - Page 124
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 he 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. ~ Slave
Girl of Gor, page 132
The slave girl, of course, will usually have many
friends. These are, of course, almost always
wenches collared like herself: Friends of her
master will often bring their own girls with them,
in visiting, and with these, after the men have
been served, she may make friends, perhaps
chatting in the kitchen. These girls may be
exchanged among the men, but commonly they are
not. Most masters are rather possessive about
their slaves, particularly if they are fond of
them. She may also, of course, meet girls in the
streets, encountered in the neighborhood, or on
her errands. The slave girl, almost always, has no
dearth of friends. To be sure, they are likely
only to be mere slaves like herself. Women desire,
in their hearts, to be beautiful, helpless,
conquered animals, owned and dominated by masters.
The collar makes it clear to them that their dream
has been enacted upon them; that, indeed, their
dream, to their joy, has become their reality.
They know that they are now in their place, and
will be kept there. They are happy. ~ GUARDSMAN OF
GOR-, Pages 209-210
"Woman is the natural love prey of man. She is
natural quarry. She is complete only when caught,
only when brought to the joy of her capture and
conquest." ~ (Hunters of Gor P 197)
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Collars
"In the matter of collars, as in all things, Goreans
commonly exhibit good taste and aesthetic sense." ~
Slave Girl page 215
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
"The Turian collar lies loosely on the girl, a round
ring; it fits so loosely that, when grasped in a mans
fist, the girl can turn within it; the common Gorean
collar, on the other hand, is 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." ~ Page 19 - Nomads
of Gor
"The small, heavy lock on a girls slave collar,
incidentally, may be of several varieties, but almost
all are cylinder locks, either of the pin or disk
variety. In a girls collar lock there would be six
pins or six disks, one each, it is said, for each
letter of in the Gorean word for female slave, kajira;
the male slave , or kajirus, seldom has a locked
collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered
about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with
other male slaves." ~ Page 51 - Assassin of Gor
"Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of
which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox
of the collar is the freedom which a woman experiences
in at last finding herself, and becoming herself." ~
Magicians of Gor
BRANDS
"I have wondered upon occasion why brands are used on
Gorean slaves. Surely, Goreans have at their disposal
means for indelibly but painlessly marking the human
body. My conjecture, confirmed to some extent by the
speculations of the Older Tarl, who had taught me the
craft of arms in Ko-ro-ba years ago, is that the brand
is used primarily, oddly enough, because of its
reputed psychological effect. In theory, if not in
practice, when the girl finds herself branded like an
animal, finds her fair skin marked by the iron of a
master, she cannot fail, somehow, in the deepest
levels of her thought, to regard herself as something
which is owned, as mere property, as something
belonging to the brute who has put the burning iron
into her thigh. ~ Outlaw of Gor
Most simply, the brand is supposed to convince the
girl that she is truly owned; it is supposed to make
her feel owned. When the iron is pulled away and she
knows the pain and degradation and smells the odor of
her burned flesh, she is supposed to tell herself,
understanding its full and terrible import, I AM HIS.
Actually, I suppose the effect depends greatly on the
girl." ~ Outlaw of Gor
"I noted her brand. It was a southern brand, the first
letter in the cursive script, or Kajira, the most
common expression for a Gorean female slave. It was
entered deeply in her left thigh."
~ Marauders of Gor
"The girls are usually branded impersonally,
perfunctorily, as cattle. Though they feel the mark
intensely physically, it is felt, interestingly, even
more intensely, more profoundly, psychologically; not
unoften it, in itself, radically transforms their self
images, their personalities; they are only slaves, not
permitted their own wills, rightless, at the bidding
of masters; the mark is an impersonal designation;
this is understood by the girls; when she is marked
she understands herself not to be marked by a given
man for a given man, to be uniquely his, but rather,
so to speak, that she is marked for all men; to all
men she is a slave girl; usually, of course, only one
among them, at a given time, will be her master; the
brand is impersonal; the brand marks her property; the
brand is impersonal; the collar is intensely personal;
the brand marks her property; the collar proclaims
whose property she is, who it is who has actually
taken, or paid for, her; that the brand is an
impersonal designation of absence of status in the
social structure is perhaps another reason why masters
do not often brand their own girls; the brand
relationship to the free man is institutional; the
collar relationship on the other hand is an intensely
personal one." ~ Tribesmen of Gor
Incidentally, there are many brands on gor. Two that
almost never occur on Gor, by the way, are those of
the moons and the collar, and of the chain and the
claw. The first of these commonly occurs in certain of
the Gorean enclaves on Earth, which serves as
headquarters for agents of the priest kings, the
second tends to occur in the lairs of the Kurri agents
on earth; ~the chain and claw brand, signifies, of
course, slavery and subjection within the compass of
the Kur yoke. ~ From Explorers of Gor, pg12
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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 of
Gor - 26}
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 of Gor
- 9}
"Invisible chains are those which weigh the most
heavily."
~ Tribesmen of Gor
"Be strong and do as you will . The swords of others
will set you your limits." ~ Tribesmen of Gor
"A leashed slave is a hot slave." ~ Fighting Slave of
Gor
"To share the kettle of a friend," I said, "is to dine
with a Ubar."
~ Blood Brothers of Gor
"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 of Gor
"Good land is protected only by the swords of the
strongest owners in the vicinity." ~ Tarnsman of Gor
In the end, few things are real, perhaps the weight
and glitter of gold, the movement and nature of
weapons, a slave at one's feet, and too, perhaps, in
spite of all, if we will have it so, defiance, honour,
responsibility, courage, discipline, such things, such
baubles, such treasures. ~ Magicians of Gor
It is hard for a man to be great who does not have
great enemies. ~ Magicians of Gor, page 183
Let those who can climb mountains climb them; let
those who cannot climb them console themselves with
denying their existence. ~ Rogue of Gor
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"Thank you, Warrior," I said, and turned back to the
city.
~ Outlaw of Gor
"Proprietor!" I cried, pounding on the table with my
spear.
"Yes, Warrior," cried he. ~ Outlaw of Gor
"Welcome, Killer," said the man, addressing the
Assassin by what, for that caste, is a title of
respect. ~ Assassin of Gor
"And that Ahn," I said, "is to be made up in extra
work in the evening." "Yes Captain," said the kitchen
master. ~ Raiders of Gor
I strode to the stern castle of the Dorna. "Greetings,
Oar-master," said I. "Greetings, Captain," said
be. ~ Raiders of Gor
MEN
ADRESSING WOMEN
"Will the Lady Tina of Lydius deign to face me?" asked
the judge, using the courteous tones and terminology
with which Gorean free women, often inordinately
honored, are addressed.
~ Hunters of Gor
"Finish with her," said the Lady Elicia, rising,
angrily, from the curule chair. "And when you are done
with her see that she is cleaned and groomed, and
presented to me in a fresh tunic."
"Yes, Lady," said Tellius. ~ Slave Girl of Gor
"My thanks, Lady Teela," said Turbus Veminius,
proprietor of the shop, accepting coins and handing to
a robed woman a tiny vial of perfume. ~ Fighting Slave
of Gor
WOMEN
ADRESSING MEN
“If you should attempt to do that again, my dear,”
said the praetor, “your ankles will be tied, and you
will hear the rest of the proceedings while lying on
your belly before the tribunal.”
“Yes, Officer,” she said. ~ Explorers of Gor
She looked into my eyes for a long time. And then, as
Thorn and the warrior picked up the litter with their
wounded companion and began to depart, she said to me,
"Goodbye, Tarl of Ko-ro-ba." "I wish you well,
Vera of the Towers of the Morning," I said. ~ Outlaw
of Gor
He regarded her. She shuddered. Her Home Stone was not
that of Lara, times were troubled,, and Strobius was
master in his own inn. Too, she had for a time owed
him money. Would he like to see her stripped and
collared? "Please kind Sir," she said. Gorean
men are sometimes slow to release their grip on the
bodies of females. They enjoy holding them. They are
men.
"Of course, Lady," said Strobius smiling, again
bowing. He then signaled the fellow to release the
woman, which he did. She then drew back angrily and
smoothed down her garments. Then straightening
herself, she cam regally to where I stood. "My
thanks, Sir," she said looking up at me. ~ Rogue of
Gor
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"The Gorean dancer is expected, usually, to sayisfy
the passions she arouses." ~ Players of Gor
"The dancing of the female before the male, that she
be found pleasing and he be pleased, is one of the
most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others
are when she kneels before him, when she kisses his
feet, when she performs obeisance, when she knows
herself subject, truly, to his whip."
~ Dancer of Gor
"I moved, warming up, preparing my muscles. I was
intent, and careful. A dancer, of course, does not
simply begin to dance. That can be dangerous. She
warms up. It is like an athlete warming up, I suppose.
As I warmed up, I could hear the jewelry on me, the
tiny sounds of the skirt. Bells, too, marked these
movements. I was belled. These I had fastened, in
three lines, they fastened on a single thong, about my
left ankle. Men, I sensed, somehow, would relish an
ornamented woman, perhaps even one who was shamefully
belled." ~ Dancer of Gor
"On Gor, dance of the sort in which I was expected to
perform, is called, simply, 'slave dance.' That is
presumably because it is a form of dance which, for
the most part, is thought to be fit only for slaves,
and would be performed only by slaves. The thought
crossed my mind that the lovely woman who had been my
teacher on Earth had once remarked to me, 'We are all
slaves.' I think that is true." ~ Dancer of Gor
"The dancing of a slave is a thousand times more
sensuous than that of a free woman because of the
incredible meanings involved, the additional richness
which this furnishes, the explosive significance of
this comprehension, that she who dances is owned, and
theoretically, could be owned by you."
~ Dancer of Gor
"It is good for them to get the practice, hearing and
seeing men respond to them. That is the way to learn
what truly pleases men. In the end, I say, it is men
who teach women to dance."
~ Assassin of Gor
At a signal from Ibn Saran, Alyena drew the veil about
her body, and around it, and, with one small hand,
threw it aside. She stood boldly before him, arms
lifted, head to the side, right leg flexed. The veil,
floating, wafted away, a dozen feet from her, and
gently, ever so gently, settled to the tiles. Then, to
the new melodic line, she danced... ~ Tribesmen
of Gor
Alyena now to a swirl of music spun before us, swept
helpless with it, bangles clashing, to its climax. ~
Tribesmen of Gor
I turned away and gave my attention to the slave
writhing on the tiles before us. She was performing a
need dance, of a type not uncommon among Gorean female
slaves. ~ Rogue of Gor
The Sa-eela is one of the most moving, deeply rhythmic
and erotic of the slaves dances of Gor. It belongs,
generally to the genre of dances commonly known as the
Lure Dances of the Love-Starved Slave Girl. The common
theme of the genre, of course, is the attempt on the
part of a neglected slave to call herself to the
attention of the master ~ Excerpts from Guardsman of
Gor
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Onlineisms |
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The white silk / red silk debate has been going on for
years. Here we clearly see that the term "white silk"
means nothing more than virgin. It does not mean a
kajira is "in training".
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"`I am a virgin,' she said. `You are
white-silk,' I said. `Please do not use that
vulgar expression of me,' she begged. `Do not
fear,' I said, `it will soon be inappropriate.'"
~ Page 120 -
Beasts of Gor
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"Any
girl on the ship, incidentally, unless she is
certified "white silk", a virgin, is free to the
sailors for their sport. There were no "white
silk" girls on board; we were all "red silk".
This was not unusual. There are few virgin
slaves. Their virginity usually does not last
more than a Ahn beyond their first sale." ~ Page
317 - Slave Girl
of Gor
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