Post by Charon on Jun 5, 2013 22:11:16 GMT -5
Types of Slaves
Gorean Slaves differ in many ways, each serving a different purpose, each having unique qualities then another. Some are used for pleasure, some for work, some for cooking and some merely to look at. Depending on the preference of the Master and his use of a slave, girls are sought out for different reasons. Luckily for Masters wishing a particular slave, there is a vast variety to choose from. Certain slaves are only good for one thing, however, slaves can be taught.
Barbarian
" 'Are many Gorean slave girls of Earth origin?' she asked.
'I assume all human Goreans are of Earth origin,' I said.
'I mean,' she said, 'like me, a girl born and raised on Earth, and then brought to Gor as a slave.'
'Statistically,' I said, 'surely few. How many I would not know.'
'Ten,' she asked, 'twenty?'
'Perhaps some four or five thousand,' I said. 'I would not know.' Such a number, I conjectured, would not even be missed in a population which teemed like that of Earth."
Beasts of Gor, page 247
"Soon she ws gasping. She was an Earth girl. She was not in the condition of the Gorean slave girl, with her almost perfect diet, imposed by masters, her muscles toned by a regime of exercises, her legs and wind toughened by long hours of training in sensuous dance."
Beasts of Gor, page 407
" 'You excite me, Master,' she said. 'Does that horrify you? Does that scandalize you? Does it startle and discomfort you, does it so dismay you, does it seem so hard to comprehend, that a woman from Earth could be sexually excited, that she could have sexual desires, that she could feel helpless and frustrating passion, that she could beg even to be sexually satisfied?'
'It is not typical,' I said. 'And it is not permitted.'
'It is typical!' she said. 'How little you know of women! And on Gor it is permitted--to slaves!' I did not speak.
'On Gor,' she said, 'I have experienced feelings and sensations I never knew could exist. Inhibitions have been shattered, some of them commanded from me by strong men and the blows of the whip, I have learned to live and to feel. My emotions have been freed. My deepest sexuality and nature have on this world at last been fully liberated. I have found myself. I love and I serve. I now know at last what and who I am, a love slave for uncompromising masters.' "
Rogue of Gor, page 15
Bath Girls
Beneath the toweling Nela wore nothing; about her neck, rather than a common slave collar, she like the other bath girls, wore a chain and plate. On her plate was the legend: I am Nela of the Capacian Baths. Pool of Blue Flowers. I cost one tarsk. Nela was an expensive girl, thought there were pools where the girls cost as much as a silver tarn disk. The tarsk is a silver coin, worth forty copper tarn disks. All the girls in the Pool of Blue Flowers cost the same, except novices in training who would go for ten or fifteen copper tarn disks. There were dozens of pools in the vast, spreading Capacian Baths. In some of the larger pools the girls went as cheaply as one copper tarn disk. For the fee one was entitled to use the girl as he wished for as long as he wished, his use of course, limited by the hours of the pool’s closing. The first time I had seen Nela, several days ago, she had been playing in the pool alone, rolling about. It took but one glance and I dove into the water swam to her, seized her by the ankle and dragged her under, kissing her, rolling about beneath the surface. I liked the lips and feel of her and when we broke surface, she and I laughing, I asked her how much she went for. “For a tarsk,”she laughed, and turned about, looking at me, “but you will have to catch me first.” I knew this game of the bath girls, as though they, mere slaves, would dare to truly flee from one who pursued them, and I laughed, and she, too, sensing my understanding, laughed. The girl commonly pretends to swim away but is outdistanced and captured. I knew that few men could, if a bath girl did not wish it, come close to them in the water. They spend much of the day in the water and , it is said, are more at ease in that element than the Cosian song fish.
Assassins of Gor, pages 158 - 166...
...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. I held Nela a bit more closely to me, and she looked at me, puzzled.
Assassin of Gor, 13:164
Below Deck Girls
...The girls in the deck cages are permitted to keep their hair. The hair of the below-deck girls, mercifully, is shaved off; indeed, our body hair, too, was shaved off, completely. These precautions prevent, to a great extent, the nesting of ship lice...
Slave Girl of Gor, 16:321
Bond Maids
"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
"I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came form 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-bond maids. In the fields I saw an overseer, clad in scarlet, with a gesture of his hand, releasing the thralls. Then, they, too, ran down toward the water."
Marauders of Gor, pages 82 - 83
(See Thralls for more Bondsmaid Quotes)
Bred Slaves
"I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves. It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been..."
Tarnsman of Gor, page 61
"Watching us was a woman in Pleasure Silk, of remarkable beauty, yet with a certain subtle hardness and contempt about her. She wore a yellow collar, that of the House of Cernus, and yellow Pleasure Silk. The slave bells, a double row, were locked on her left ankle. About her throat there hung a slave whistle. From her right hand, looped about the wrist, there dangled a slave goad. She was fairly complected but had extremely dark hair and dark eyes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificiently turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
'I am Sura,' she said, looking at me, 'I teach girls to give pleasure to men.'"
Assassin of Gor, page 150
"Most 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 beautful 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....
..... 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 felmony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers....... 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 pseudomasculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties."
Savages of Gor, pages 68 - 69
Ho-Hak's right ear twitched. His ears were ususual, very large, and with extremely long lower lobes, drawn lower still by small, heavy pendants set in them. He had been a slave, doubtless, and doubtless, judging by the collar, and the large hands and broad back, had served on the galleys, but he had been an unusual slave, a bred exotic, doubtless originally intended by the slave maters for a destiny higher than that of the galley bench.
There 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 a Passion Slaves and Draft Slaves. Exotics may be bred for almost any purpose, and some of these purposes, unfortunately, seem to be little more than to produce quaint or unusual specimens. Ho-Hak may well have been one so 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 string 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, 3:14-15
...She was fairly complected but had extremely dark hair and dark eyes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificentty turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
Assassin of Gor, 12:150
Chamber Slave
"As I had expected about her white throat there was fastened, graceful and gleaming, the slender, close-fitting collar of a Gorean slave girl.
It was a collar ike most others, of steel, secured with a small, heavy lock which closed behind the girl's neck.
'You see', said the girl, 'I did not lie to you.'
'Your demeanor,' I said, 'does not suggest that of a slave girl.'
She rose to her feet and backed away, her hands at the shoulders of her robe.
'Nonetheless,' she said, 'I am a slave girl.' She turned away, 'Do you wish to see my brand?' she asked, comtemptuously.
'No,' I said.
So she was a slave girl.
But on her collar there was not written the name of her owner and his city, as I would have expected. Instead I had read there only the Gorean numeral which would correspond to '708'.
'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.'
'But surely you can leave,' I said.
I gestured to the massive portal which, empty of the door or gate, led only too clearly into the corridor beyond.
'No,' she said bitterly, 'I cannot leave.' I arose and walked through the portal and found myself in a long stone passageway beyond it which stretched as far as I could see in either direction. It was lit with energy bulbs.
Standing in the passageway outside the room I extended my hand to the girl. 'Come,' I said. 'there is no danger.'
She ran to the far wall and crouched against the it, 'No,' she cried.
I gathered her in my arms and she fought like a she-larl, screaming, I wanted to convince her that there was no danger, that her fears were groundless. Her fingernails clawed across my face.
I was angered and I swept from her feet so she was helpless in my arms.
I began to carry her toward the portal.
'Please.' she whispered, her voice hoarse with terror. 'Please, Master, no, no, Master!.'
She sounded so piteous that I abandoned my plan and released her, though I was irritated by her fear.
She collapsed at my feet, shaking and whimpering,and put her head to my knee. 'Look!,' she said, pointing to the great threshold.
I looked but I saw nothing other then the stone sides of the portal and on each side three rounded red domes, of perhaps four inches width apiece.
'They are harmless,' I said, for I had passed them with safety. To demonstate this I again left the chamber.
Outsife the chamber, carved over the portal, I saw something I had not noted before. In Gorean notation, the numeral '708' was carved above the door. I now understood the meaning of the numeral on the girl's collar. I re-entered the chamber. 'You see, I said, 'they are harmless.'
'For you,' she said, 'not for me.'
'Why not,' I asked.
'There,' she said, pointing to the small rounded domes set in the sides of the portal.
'I don't understand,' I said.
She moved from my arms and approached the portal. When she was within perhaps a yard of the exit the small red domes began to glow."
Priest Kings of Gor, pages 35 - 39
Coin Girl
"I 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.
'Excellant,' said Tasdryon, 'excellant,' 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
"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, pages 143 - 144
"The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
"I continued to walk up the Street of the Writhing Slave. Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
"I regarded her, in the yellowish, flickering light of the tiny tharlarion-oil lamp, late at night, on the rude stones of that dark, narrow street in Victoria. She stood before me, small, slim, exquisite, beautiful. Her binding-fiber-belted, wrap around tunic was brown, and of clinging, thin rep-cloth; it was sleeveless and had a plunging neckline; it was slave short. About her neck there was a chain. From the chain there hung two objects; the first was a narrow, bronze bell, flattish and tapering, with a flat top and ring; when she moved it would sound, calling attention to her whereabouts; the second was a metal coin box, which contained a slot for the deposition of coins; the coin box was locked. I had not heard coins sound, from within the coin box. Too, about her neck, under the chain, with its dangling articles, there was a high, tight leather collar. Her leash, in the hands of the other girl, was attached to a ring at the back of this collar. The leash, too, was of leather, and long. It was coiled four or five times in the hands of the other girl. More Gorean leashes are long. There are two advantages to the long leash. It may be used, if one wishes, to bind the slave, and its long end, if one wishes, may easily serve as a whipping strap."
Guardsman of Gor, page 145
"The girl who held her leash then jerked twice on the leash. 'May I serve your pleasure, Master?' asked the leashed girl.
'I thought you were a Coin Girl,' I said.
'She is a Coin Girl,' said the girl who held her leash. Then she jerked the leash once, against the collar ring.
'I am a Coin Girl,' said the leashed girl, before me.
'Interest him,' said the other girl.
'I am yours for a tarsk bit, Master,' said the leashed girl.
'Open your tunic,' said the other girl.
The girl then slipped loose the binding-fiber belt, letting it fall against the two belt loops in the back. Then, with her left hand and her right hand, parting the tunic, holding it open, she showed herself to me.
She was the most beautiful, and attractive, woman I had ever seen.
'It is my hope that I please Master,' she said.
'Beverly,' I said.
'She has no name,' said the girl who held her leash, 'Her master has not yet given her one. but once, it is true, that she was known as Beverly. For that reason I suggest, if you are interested in her, that you give her, for your use of her, another name.'
I regarded the beautiful girl. she trembled. she did not close her tunic."
Guardsman of Gor, page 146
" 'You are a female, and he is a man,' said the girl who held the leash. 'Interest him.'
'Please, Mistress,' begged the girl.
'Bite at his tunic, and lick at his legs and feet,' commanded the girl who held the leash.
Softly then did the bell of the Coin Girl sound, and the chain and coin box on her neck, as she who had once been Miss Henderson turned her head to the side, and began, with her small, fine white teeth, to bite and nibble at the hem of my tunic. I felt these small tugs, piteous and delicate, and then she, with her lips, pressed the wet tunic against my thigh and through the wet cloth, kissed me. She then, putting her head down, began to lick and kiss at my legs and feet. She performed this submission behavior for several minutes, piteously, desperately, beseechingly, entreatingly. Then, at last, her head down, over my feet, she whispered, begging, 'Please have me for a tarsk bit, Master. Please have me for only a tarsk bit, Master.' "
Guardsman of Gor, page 147
" 'It is late,' said the girl with the leash. 'It is past the nineteenth Ahn. That you should be out now is even against the agreements of the renters of Coin Girls.'
Guardsman of Gor, page 149
" 'A Coin Girl,' said the girl with the leash, 'will struggle to please a man as much for a tarsk bit, as a high paga slave for a thousand gold pieces, to be paid by her master's customer for her use.'
'I see,' I said.
'The level of skill in the Coin Girl, of course,' said the girl with the leash, 'are commonly much lower.' This was true, of course. Yet it must be mentioned that sometimes Coin Girls are extremely skillful. Too, it is not unkown for a master to sometimes send even an equisitely trained, beautiful high slave into the streets, usually as a joke or a discipline. Such a girl knows that she must perform superbly. Some of the men she falls in with may have been hired by her master, to report back on the quality of her services."
Guardsman of Gor, pages 149 - 150
Dancing Slave
Dancers bring high prices on Gor. Some slavers specialize in dancers, renting them, and buying and selling them. Two such houses in Ar are those of Kelsius and Aurelius. Some say that the finest dancers on Gor are found in Ar; others say that they are found in Port Kar, and others that they are in the Tahari, or in Tuna. These controversies, I think, are fruitless. I have been in many cities and in each I have found marvelous dancers. The matter is further complicated by the buying and selling of girls and their shipment, as merchandise, among cities. A dancer has usually had many masters; her fair throat has been graced by many collars. In some cities if a dancer is not thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she is thrown to the patrons of the tavern to be torn to pieces or beaten. If she is thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she may be auctioned, for the period of an Ahn, to the highest bidder.
Explorers of Gor, 33:343
Display Slave
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. 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. In such small ways a slave may gather that she is exciting and beautiful....
Dancer of Gor, 27:367
First Girl
" 'You are 1st girl,' I told Constance.
'Yes, Master' she said. 'Constance is 1st girl,' I told her who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Yes, Master', said she who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Address her as Mistress,' I told the former free girl.
'Mistress,' said she who had been the former Lady Tina of Lydius, frightened, to Constance.
'Slave,' responded Constance to her, confirming the former free woman as second girl.
...the two girls, the blond and the brunet, first girl and second girl, yet both really new slaves, neither of whom had as yet even been branded."
Beasts of Gor, page 135
"She was dressed, save for her bondage strings, in much the same way as most of the women of the red hunters, bare-breasted, with high boots and panties. Thistle, however, behind her, was naked, in a northern yoke and on a leather leash.
'We are going to pick moss and grass,' she said.
'That is good,' I said. 'Why is Thistle yoked?'
'It pleased me, Master,' said Thimble, first girl.
'Was she insubordinate?' I asked. 'She said a sharp word to me,' said Thimble.
'Did you switch her, too?' I asked. 'Of course, Master,' said Thimble.
'Excellent,' I said. Discipline must be kept in the tent."
Beasts of Gor, pages 196 - 197
" 'How are her lessons in Gorean coming along?'
Sasi shrugged. 'I am teaching her as I can,' she said. 'Barbarians are so stupid.'
I had had Sasi, at the invitation of Ulafi, spend several hours a day tutoring the blond girl in Gorean. Sasi enjoyed this, standing over the blond girl with a strap, striking her when she made mistakes. When she had had a good session Ulafi would sometimes, when he thought of it, throw her a bit of cake or pastry, which she would gratefully receive. She would then kneel before Ulafi and kiss his feet, clutching the bit of cake or pastry. 'Thank you, Master,' she would say. She would then kneel before Sasi, her teacher, and offer her the bit of cake or pastry, which Sasi would take, taking most of it and returning a portion of it to her. 'Thank you, Mistress,' she would say, for Sasi was first girl. She would then creep to her cage, and be locked within it. She would lie curled up in it, a lovely, helpless slave, and try to make the bit of cake or pastry last as long as possible."
Explorers of Gor, page 77
"It was natural enough, in the circumstances, for Tafa to have addressed Phoebe as 'Mistress.' As Tafa was currently subject to us, and Phoebe was with us, this put Phoebe in a position of de facto priority to her. For example, in a group of female slaves, for example, in a pleasure gardens, a fortress or a tavern, there will usually be a girl appointed First Girl. Indeed, if there is a large number of slaves, there are sometimes hierarchies of 'first girls,' lower-level first girls reporting to higher level first girls, and so on. The lower-level slaves will commonly address their first girl as 'Mistress.' Thus, in some situations, the same girl may be first girl to certain girls and be subordinated herself to another, on a higher level, whom she will address as 'Mistress.' Sometimes a hierarchy is formed in which girls are ranked in such a manner that each must address the girls above her as 'Mistress.' More commonly, it is only the lowest slave, usually the newest slave, who must do this with all the others, whereas the others will address only their first girl as 'Mistress,' and , of course, any free woman whom they might, to their risk, or peril, encounter. "
Magicians of Gor, page 123
Flute Girl
"This is not unusual at an inn. The proportions, then, would be one part paga to five parts water. Commonly, at a paga tavern, the paga would be cut less, or not cut at all. When wine is drunk with Gorean meals, at home, incidentally, it is almost always diluted, mixed with water in a krater. At a party of convivial supper the host, or elected feast master, usually determines the proportions of water to wine. Unmixed wine, of course, may be drunk, for example, at the parties of young men, at which might appear dancers, flute slaves and such. Many Gorean wines, it might be mentioned, if only by way of explanation, are very strong, often having an alcohol content by volume of forty to fifty percent."
Renegades of Gor, page 70
Guard Slave
" ...too, a free person on Gor is almost never in any danger from a slave unless it be a guard slave, and he is attacking it's Master." Kajira of Gor, pg 123
House Slave
...I knelt small there by the table, trembling, my head down. I knew I had done wrong, daring to touch Milo, I, he so favored by the master and I only a house slave, but I had been unable to help myself....
Magicians of Gor, 19:312
Kajiru
"The brand itself, in the case of the girls, is a rather graceful mark, being the initial letter of the Gorean expression for slave in cursive script. If a male is branded, the same initial is used, but in a block letter."
Outlaw of Gor, pages 186 - 187
"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."
Assassin of Gor, page 51
"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"
Assassin of Gor, page 51
"The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each night;"
Assassin of 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
"Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do 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 silver 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 the women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness."
Hunters of Gor, page 32
"The litany and responses of the congregation were now completed and the initiates, some twenty within the rail, began to sing in archaic Gorean. I could make out little of the wording. There was an accompaniment by sistrums. Portions of the hymn were taken up by four delicated boys, standing outside the white on a raised platform. Their heads were shaved and they wore robes resembling those of the initiates. Choirs of such boys often sang in the great temples. They were young male slaves, purchased by initiates, castrated by civil authorities and, in the monasteries, trained in song. I supposed, to one versed in music, their soprano voices were very beautiful. I did not care much for them. Here in the far north, of course, in Kassau, to have any such boys, properly trained in the archaic hymns, indicated some wealth. I did not think such singers existed even in Lydius."
Marauders of Gor, page 42
"Slavery also, of course, encompasses the ownership of male slaves, for which there is less precedentdent in nature. Where males are concerned the institution is primarily economic. The labor of male slave is useful and cheap. It is applied in such places as the quarries, the roads, the great farms, in certain types of cargo galleys, on the wharves, at the walls of cities and in the forests. Male slaves are usually debtors or criminals; sometimes they are captives, taken in actions against enemy cities or facilities; sometimes they have merely accrued the displeasure of powerful men or families; some slavers, working in gangs, specialize in the capture of free men for work projects; they obtain a fee per head on a contractual basis."
Beasts of Gor, pages 235 - 236
" 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.
'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "
Explorers of Gor, page 125
Kettle Slave
On her throat as well were wound the five coils of binding fiber, declaring her slave.
Of the four girls only she did not wear silk, for she was only a Kettle Slave. She wore a brief tunic only of rep-cloth, already stained with grease and the spatterings of the kitchen. Her hair was not combed, and there was dirt on her knees and face. Her face was tired, and strained, and red, flushed from the heat of the cooking fires. Her hands had been blistered from scrubbing and burned from the cooking, roughened and reddened from the cleaning and the washing of the bowls and goblets. I found great pleasure in seeing the proud Telima, who had been my Mistress, as mere Kettle Slave.
Raiders of Gor, 9:112
Lure Girl
...Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by "lure girls," slaves 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, 13:244
Gorean Slaves differ in many ways, each serving a different purpose, each having unique qualities then another. Some are used for pleasure, some for work, some for cooking and some merely to look at. Depending on the preference of the Master and his use of a slave, girls are sought out for different reasons. Luckily for Masters wishing a particular slave, there is a vast variety to choose from. Certain slaves are only good for one thing, however, slaves can be taught.
Barbarian
" 'Are many Gorean slave girls of Earth origin?' she asked.
'I assume all human Goreans are of Earth origin,' I said.
'I mean,' she said, 'like me, a girl born and raised on Earth, and then brought to Gor as a slave.'
'Statistically,' I said, 'surely few. How many I would not know.'
'Ten,' she asked, 'twenty?'
'Perhaps some four or five thousand,' I said. 'I would not know.' Such a number, I conjectured, would not even be missed in a population which teemed like that of Earth."
Beasts of Gor, page 247
"Soon she ws gasping. She was an Earth girl. She was not in the condition of the Gorean slave girl, with her almost perfect diet, imposed by masters, her muscles toned by a regime of exercises, her legs and wind toughened by long hours of training in sensuous dance."
Beasts of Gor, page 407
" 'You excite me, Master,' she said. 'Does that horrify you? Does that scandalize you? Does it startle and discomfort you, does it so dismay you, does it seem so hard to comprehend, that a woman from Earth could be sexually excited, that she could have sexual desires, that she could feel helpless and frustrating passion, that she could beg even to be sexually satisfied?'
'It is not typical,' I said. 'And it is not permitted.'
'It is typical!' she said. 'How little you know of women! And on Gor it is permitted--to slaves!' I did not speak.
'On Gor,' she said, 'I have experienced feelings and sensations I never knew could exist. Inhibitions have been shattered, some of them commanded from me by strong men and the blows of the whip, I have learned to live and to feel. My emotions have been freed. My deepest sexuality and nature have on this world at last been fully liberated. I have found myself. I love and I serve. I now know at last what and who I am, a love slave for uncompromising masters.' "
Rogue of Gor, page 15
Bath Girls
Beneath the toweling Nela wore nothing; about her neck, rather than a common slave collar, she like the other bath girls, wore a chain and plate. On her plate was the legend: I am Nela of the Capacian Baths. Pool of Blue Flowers. I cost one tarsk. Nela was an expensive girl, thought there were pools where the girls cost as much as a silver tarn disk. The tarsk is a silver coin, worth forty copper tarn disks. All the girls in the Pool of Blue Flowers cost the same, except novices in training who would go for ten or fifteen copper tarn disks. There were dozens of pools in the vast, spreading Capacian Baths. In some of the larger pools the girls went as cheaply as one copper tarn disk. For the fee one was entitled to use the girl as he wished for as long as he wished, his use of course, limited by the hours of the pool’s closing. The first time I had seen Nela, several days ago, she had been playing in the pool alone, rolling about. It took but one glance and I dove into the water swam to her, seized her by the ankle and dragged her under, kissing her, rolling about beneath the surface. I liked the lips and feel of her and when we broke surface, she and I laughing, I asked her how much she went for. “For a tarsk,”she laughed, and turned about, looking at me, “but you will have to catch me first.” I knew this game of the bath girls, as though they, mere slaves, would dare to truly flee from one who pursued them, and I laughed, and she, too, sensing my understanding, laughed. The girl commonly pretends to swim away but is outdistanced and captured. I knew that few men could, if a bath girl did not wish it, come close to them in the water. They spend much of the day in the water and , it is said, are more at ease in that element than the Cosian song fish.
Assassins of Gor, pages 158 - 166...
...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. I held Nela a bit more closely to me, and she looked at me, puzzled.
Assassin of Gor, 13:164
Below Deck Girls
...The girls in the deck cages are permitted to keep their hair. The hair of the below-deck girls, mercifully, is shaved off; indeed, our body hair, too, was shaved off, completely. These precautions prevent, to a great extent, the nesting of ship lice...
Slave Girl of Gor, 16:321
Bond Maids
"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
"I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came form 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-bond maids. In the fields I saw an overseer, clad in scarlet, with a gesture of his hand, releasing the thralls. Then, they, too, ran down toward the water."
Marauders of Gor, pages 82 - 83
(See Thralls for more Bondsmaid Quotes)
Bred Slaves
"I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves. It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been..."
Tarnsman of Gor, page 61
"Watching us was a woman in Pleasure Silk, of remarkable beauty, yet with a certain subtle hardness and contempt about her. She wore a yellow collar, that of the House of Cernus, and yellow Pleasure Silk. The slave bells, a double row, were locked on her left ankle. About her throat there hung a slave whistle. From her right hand, looped about the wrist, there dangled a slave goad. She was fairly complected but had extremely dark hair and dark eyes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificiently turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
'I am Sura,' she said, looking at me, 'I teach girls to give pleasure to men.'"
Assassin of Gor, page 150
"Most 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 beautful 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....
..... 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 felmony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers....... 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 pseudomasculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties."
Savages of Gor, pages 68 - 69
Ho-Hak's right ear twitched. His ears were ususual, very large, and with extremely long lower lobes, drawn lower still by small, heavy pendants set in them. He had been a slave, doubtless, and doubtless, judging by the collar, and the large hands and broad back, had served on the galleys, but he had been an unusual slave, a bred exotic, doubtless originally intended by the slave maters for a destiny higher than that of the galley bench.
There 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 a Passion Slaves and Draft Slaves. Exotics may be bred for almost any purpose, and some of these purposes, unfortunately, seem to be little more than to produce quaint or unusual specimens. Ho-Hak may well have been one so 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 string 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, 3:14-15
...She was fairly complected but had extremely dark hair and dark eyes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificentty turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
Assassin of Gor, 12:150
Chamber Slave
"As I had expected about her white throat there was fastened, graceful and gleaming, the slender, close-fitting collar of a Gorean slave girl.
It was a collar ike most others, of steel, secured with a small, heavy lock which closed behind the girl's neck.
'You see', said the girl, 'I did not lie to you.'
'Your demeanor,' I said, 'does not suggest that of a slave girl.'
She rose to her feet and backed away, her hands at the shoulders of her robe.
'Nonetheless,' she said, 'I am a slave girl.' She turned away, 'Do you wish to see my brand?' she asked, comtemptuously.
'No,' I said.
So she was a slave girl.
But on her collar there was not written the name of her owner and his city, as I would have expected. Instead I had read there only the Gorean numeral which would correspond to '708'.
'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.'
'But surely you can leave,' I said.
I gestured to the massive portal which, empty of the door or gate, led only too clearly into the corridor beyond.
'No,' she said bitterly, 'I cannot leave.' I arose and walked through the portal and found myself in a long stone passageway beyond it which stretched as far as I could see in either direction. It was lit with energy bulbs.
Standing in the passageway outside the room I extended my hand to the girl. 'Come,' I said. 'there is no danger.'
She ran to the far wall and crouched against the it, 'No,' she cried.
I gathered her in my arms and she fought like a she-larl, screaming, I wanted to convince her that there was no danger, that her fears were groundless. Her fingernails clawed across my face.
I was angered and I swept from her feet so she was helpless in my arms.
I began to carry her toward the portal.
'Please.' she whispered, her voice hoarse with terror. 'Please, Master, no, no, Master!.'
She sounded so piteous that I abandoned my plan and released her, though I was irritated by her fear.
She collapsed at my feet, shaking and whimpering,and put her head to my knee. 'Look!,' she said, pointing to the great threshold.
I looked but I saw nothing other then the stone sides of the portal and on each side three rounded red domes, of perhaps four inches width apiece.
'They are harmless,' I said, for I had passed them with safety. To demonstate this I again left the chamber.
Outsife the chamber, carved over the portal, I saw something I had not noted before. In Gorean notation, the numeral '708' was carved above the door. I now understood the meaning of the numeral on the girl's collar. I re-entered the chamber. 'You see, I said, 'they are harmless.'
'For you,' she said, 'not for me.'
'Why not,' I asked.
'There,' she said, pointing to the small rounded domes set in the sides of the portal.
'I don't understand,' I said.
She moved from my arms and approached the portal. When she was within perhaps a yard of the exit the small red domes began to glow."
Priest Kings of Gor, pages 35 - 39
Coin Girl
"I 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.
'Excellant,' said Tasdryon, 'excellant,' 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
"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, pages 143 - 144
"The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
"I continued to walk up the Street of the Writhing Slave. Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
"I regarded her, in the yellowish, flickering light of the tiny tharlarion-oil lamp, late at night, on the rude stones of that dark, narrow street in Victoria. She stood before me, small, slim, exquisite, beautiful. Her binding-fiber-belted, wrap around tunic was brown, and of clinging, thin rep-cloth; it was sleeveless and had a plunging neckline; it was slave short. About her neck there was a chain. From the chain there hung two objects; the first was a narrow, bronze bell, flattish and tapering, with a flat top and ring; when she moved it would sound, calling attention to her whereabouts; the second was a metal coin box, which contained a slot for the deposition of coins; the coin box was locked. I had not heard coins sound, from within the coin box. Too, about her neck, under the chain, with its dangling articles, there was a high, tight leather collar. Her leash, in the hands of the other girl, was attached to a ring at the back of this collar. The leash, too, was of leather, and long. It was coiled four or five times in the hands of the other girl. More Gorean leashes are long. There are two advantages to the long leash. It may be used, if one wishes, to bind the slave, and its long end, if one wishes, may easily serve as a whipping strap."
Guardsman of Gor, page 145
"The girl who held her leash then jerked twice on the leash. 'May I serve your pleasure, Master?' asked the leashed girl.
'I thought you were a Coin Girl,' I said.
'She is a Coin Girl,' said the girl who held her leash. Then she jerked the leash once, against the collar ring.
'I am a Coin Girl,' said the leashed girl, before me.
'Interest him,' said the other girl.
'I am yours for a tarsk bit, Master,' said the leashed girl.
'Open your tunic,' said the other girl.
The girl then slipped loose the binding-fiber belt, letting it fall against the two belt loops in the back. Then, with her left hand and her right hand, parting the tunic, holding it open, she showed herself to me.
She was the most beautiful, and attractive, woman I had ever seen.
'It is my hope that I please Master,' she said.
'Beverly,' I said.
'She has no name,' said the girl who held her leash, 'Her master has not yet given her one. but once, it is true, that she was known as Beverly. For that reason I suggest, if you are interested in her, that you give her, for your use of her, another name.'
I regarded the beautiful girl. she trembled. she did not close her tunic."
Guardsman of Gor, page 146
" 'You are a female, and he is a man,' said the girl who held the leash. 'Interest him.'
'Please, Mistress,' begged the girl.
'Bite at his tunic, and lick at his legs and feet,' commanded the girl who held the leash.
Softly then did the bell of the Coin Girl sound, and the chain and coin box on her neck, as she who had once been Miss Henderson turned her head to the side, and began, with her small, fine white teeth, to bite and nibble at the hem of my tunic. I felt these small tugs, piteous and delicate, and then she, with her lips, pressed the wet tunic against my thigh and through the wet cloth, kissed me. She then, putting her head down, began to lick and kiss at my legs and feet. She performed this submission behavior for several minutes, piteously, desperately, beseechingly, entreatingly. Then, at last, her head down, over my feet, she whispered, begging, 'Please have me for a tarsk bit, Master. Please have me for only a tarsk bit, Master.' "
Guardsman of Gor, page 147
" 'It is late,' said the girl with the leash. 'It is past the nineteenth Ahn. That you should be out now is even against the agreements of the renters of Coin Girls.'
Guardsman of Gor, page 149
" 'A Coin Girl,' said the girl with the leash, 'will struggle to please a man as much for a tarsk bit, as a high paga slave for a thousand gold pieces, to be paid by her master's customer for her use.'
'I see,' I said.
'The level of skill in the Coin Girl, of course,' said the girl with the leash, 'are commonly much lower.' This was true, of course. Yet it must be mentioned that sometimes Coin Girls are extremely skillful. Too, it is not unkown for a master to sometimes send even an equisitely trained, beautiful high slave into the streets, usually as a joke or a discipline. Such a girl knows that she must perform superbly. Some of the men she falls in with may have been hired by her master, to report back on the quality of her services."
Guardsman of Gor, pages 149 - 150
Dancing Slave
Dancers bring high prices on Gor. Some slavers specialize in dancers, renting them, and buying and selling them. Two such houses in Ar are those of Kelsius and Aurelius. Some say that the finest dancers on Gor are found in Ar; others say that they are found in Port Kar, and others that they are in the Tahari, or in Tuna. These controversies, I think, are fruitless. I have been in many cities and in each I have found marvelous dancers. The matter is further complicated by the buying and selling of girls and their shipment, as merchandise, among cities. A dancer has usually had many masters; her fair throat has been graced by many collars. In some cities if a dancer is not thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she is thrown to the patrons of the tavern to be torn to pieces or beaten. If she is thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she may be auctioned, for the period of an Ahn, to the highest bidder.
Explorers of Gor, 33:343
Display Slave
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. 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. In such small ways a slave may gather that she is exciting and beautiful....
Dancer of Gor, 27:367
First Girl
" 'You are 1st girl,' I told Constance.
'Yes, Master' she said. 'Constance is 1st girl,' I told her who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Yes, Master', said she who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Address her as Mistress,' I told the former free girl.
'Mistress,' said she who had been the former Lady Tina of Lydius, frightened, to Constance.
'Slave,' responded Constance to her, confirming the former free woman as second girl.
...the two girls, the blond and the brunet, first girl and second girl, yet both really new slaves, neither of whom had as yet even been branded."
Beasts of Gor, page 135
"She was dressed, save for her bondage strings, in much the same way as most of the women of the red hunters, bare-breasted, with high boots and panties. Thistle, however, behind her, was naked, in a northern yoke and on a leather leash.
'We are going to pick moss and grass,' she said.
'That is good,' I said. 'Why is Thistle yoked?'
'It pleased me, Master,' said Thimble, first girl.
'Was she insubordinate?' I asked. 'She said a sharp word to me,' said Thimble.
'Did you switch her, too?' I asked. 'Of course, Master,' said Thimble.
'Excellent,' I said. Discipline must be kept in the tent."
Beasts of Gor, pages 196 - 197
" 'How are her lessons in Gorean coming along?'
Sasi shrugged. 'I am teaching her as I can,' she said. 'Barbarians are so stupid.'
I had had Sasi, at the invitation of Ulafi, spend several hours a day tutoring the blond girl in Gorean. Sasi enjoyed this, standing over the blond girl with a strap, striking her when she made mistakes. When she had had a good session Ulafi would sometimes, when he thought of it, throw her a bit of cake or pastry, which she would gratefully receive. She would then kneel before Ulafi and kiss his feet, clutching the bit of cake or pastry. 'Thank you, Master,' she would say. She would then kneel before Sasi, her teacher, and offer her the bit of cake or pastry, which Sasi would take, taking most of it and returning a portion of it to her. 'Thank you, Mistress,' she would say, for Sasi was first girl. She would then creep to her cage, and be locked within it. She would lie curled up in it, a lovely, helpless slave, and try to make the bit of cake or pastry last as long as possible."
Explorers of Gor, page 77
"It was natural enough, in the circumstances, for Tafa to have addressed Phoebe as 'Mistress.' As Tafa was currently subject to us, and Phoebe was with us, this put Phoebe in a position of de facto priority to her. For example, in a group of female slaves, for example, in a pleasure gardens, a fortress or a tavern, there will usually be a girl appointed First Girl. Indeed, if there is a large number of slaves, there are sometimes hierarchies of 'first girls,' lower-level first girls reporting to higher level first girls, and so on. The lower-level slaves will commonly address their first girl as 'Mistress.' Thus, in some situations, the same girl may be first girl to certain girls and be subordinated herself to another, on a higher level, whom she will address as 'Mistress.' Sometimes a hierarchy is formed in which girls are ranked in such a manner that each must address the girls above her as 'Mistress.' More commonly, it is only the lowest slave, usually the newest slave, who must do this with all the others, whereas the others will address only their first girl as 'Mistress,' and , of course, any free woman whom they might, to their risk, or peril, encounter. "
Magicians of Gor, page 123
Flute Girl
"This is not unusual at an inn. The proportions, then, would be one part paga to five parts water. Commonly, at a paga tavern, the paga would be cut less, or not cut at all. When wine is drunk with Gorean meals, at home, incidentally, it is almost always diluted, mixed with water in a krater. At a party of convivial supper the host, or elected feast master, usually determines the proportions of water to wine. Unmixed wine, of course, may be drunk, for example, at the parties of young men, at which might appear dancers, flute slaves and such. Many Gorean wines, it might be mentioned, if only by way of explanation, are very strong, often having an alcohol content by volume of forty to fifty percent."
Renegades of Gor, page 70
Guard Slave
" ...too, a free person on Gor is almost never in any danger from a slave unless it be a guard slave, and he is attacking it's Master." Kajira of Gor, pg 123
House Slave
...I knelt small there by the table, trembling, my head down. I knew I had done wrong, daring to touch Milo, I, he so favored by the master and I only a house slave, but I had been unable to help myself....
Magicians of Gor, 19:312
Kajiru
"The brand itself, in the case of the girls, is a rather graceful mark, being the initial letter of the Gorean expression for slave in cursive script. If a male is branded, the same initial is used, but in a block letter."
Outlaw of Gor, pages 186 - 187
"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."
Assassin of Gor, page 51
"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"
Assassin of Gor, page 51
"The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each night;"
Assassin of 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
"Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do 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 silver 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 the women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness."
Hunters of Gor, page 32
"The litany and responses of the congregation were now completed and the initiates, some twenty within the rail, began to sing in archaic Gorean. I could make out little of the wording. There was an accompaniment by sistrums. Portions of the hymn were taken up by four delicated boys, standing outside the white on a raised platform. Their heads were shaved and they wore robes resembling those of the initiates. Choirs of such boys often sang in the great temples. They were young male slaves, purchased by initiates, castrated by civil authorities and, in the monasteries, trained in song. I supposed, to one versed in music, their soprano voices were very beautiful. I did not care much for them. Here in the far north, of course, in Kassau, to have any such boys, properly trained in the archaic hymns, indicated some wealth. I did not think such singers existed even in Lydius."
Marauders of Gor, page 42
"Slavery also, of course, encompasses the ownership of male slaves, for which there is less precedentdent in nature. Where males are concerned the institution is primarily economic. The labor of male slave is useful and cheap. It is applied in such places as the quarries, the roads, the great farms, in certain types of cargo galleys, on the wharves, at the walls of cities and in the forests. Male slaves are usually debtors or criminals; sometimes they are captives, taken in actions against enemy cities or facilities; sometimes they have merely accrued the displeasure of powerful men or families; some slavers, working in gangs, specialize in the capture of free men for work projects; they obtain a fee per head on a contractual basis."
Beasts of Gor, pages 235 - 236
" 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.
'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "
Explorers of Gor, page 125
Kettle Slave
On her throat as well were wound the five coils of binding fiber, declaring her slave.
Of the four girls only she did not wear silk, for she was only a Kettle Slave. She wore a brief tunic only of rep-cloth, already stained with grease and the spatterings of the kitchen. Her hair was not combed, and there was dirt on her knees and face. Her face was tired, and strained, and red, flushed from the heat of the cooking fires. Her hands had been blistered from scrubbing and burned from the cooking, roughened and reddened from the cleaning and the washing of the bowls and goblets. I found great pleasure in seeing the proud Telima, who had been my Mistress, as mere Kettle Slave.
Raiders of Gor, 9:112
Lure Girl
...Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by "lure girls," slaves 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, 13:244