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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 04.06.2007, 10:44Quotes from the books
Tal all,
I will try to put some quotes in here..random quotes...of course not to be taken ou tof context, but can give some information and bring out some thinking to do
Here is the first for today
“But let us not speak of slaves,” I said, “girls who serve for our diversion or recreation, but of serious matters. of the concerns of men.”
“Agreed,” said he.
There was a time for slaves, and a time for matters of importance.
Explorers of Gor - Page 15
Enjoy
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 04.06.2007, 11:20
Tal All
I have a few i would like to add
Inow understand, she said, why it is that free women never enter Paga taverns.
Assassin of Gor 5 Page 22
Free women, here and there, were delicately putting tidbits beneath their veils. Some even lifted their veils somewhat to drink of the flavored ices. Some low-caste free women drank through their veils and there were yellow and purple stains on the rep-cloth.
Assassin of Gor 5 Page 141
Know you not asked she, with sudden insolence and coldness, that I am a free woman?
I said nothing.
Dare you aspire to a free woman? she demanded.
No, I said.
Dare you aspire to your mistress, Slave? she demanded.
No, I said, no!
Why not? she demanded.
I am a slave, I said. Only a slave.
That is true, she said.You are only a slave.
Raiders of Gor 6 Page 36
There is a Gorean saying that free women, raised gently in the high cylinders, in their robes of concealment, unarmed, untrained in weapons, may, by the slaver, be plucked like flowers.
There is no such saying pertaining to panther girls.
Hunters of Gor 8 Page 118
Re: Quotes from the books
Damien - 04.06.2007, 12:33
alright, ill chime in.
You can recognize one who is of the caste of warriors by his deeds even
though he protests that he is of a different caste. It was ten thousand
years ago when the mixings of bloods, and the rapings of conquered maids
did the caste chose many.
pg 317, Rogue of Gor
Living by the codes are what make a warrior, not size, strength or skill in arms.
pg. 340, Beasts of Gor
There is no loss of honor in failing to achieve.
There is loss of honor only for failing to try.
pg. 8, Nomads of Gor
Life is not to be wasted in battle.
Only those necessary to secure an outcome should be so engaged.
pg. 145, Fighting Slave of Gor
Warrior, Hold your enemy, if skilled, in high regard.
pg.70, Marauders of Gor
Respect you enemies as you would your friends.
pg. 8, Nomads of Gor
Even warriors long sometimes for the sight of their own flags, atop
friendly walls, for the courtyards of their keeps, for the hearths of their halls.
pg.306, Blood Brothers of Gor
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 05.06.2007, 11:13
"A Gorean slave, incidentally, always addresses free men as "Master" and all free woman as "Mistress"
~Captive of Gor, page 73~
"The Gorean slave address all free men as "Master," and all free women as" Mistress."
~Assassin of Gor, page 215~
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 06.06.2007, 07:29
" 'Please Master,' she said 'Take pity on me. Take pity on the miserable needs of a slave girl.'
'You are not mine " I told her, " You are a pretty little thing, but I do not own you.'
'Please,' she said.
'Your master,' I said, 'if he chooses, will satisfy your needs. If he does not, he will not.' For all I knew she might be under the discipline of deprivation. If that were so, I had no wish to impair the effectiveness of her master's control over her. Besides I did not know him. I did not wish to do him dishonor, whoever he might be.
'Does your master know you are begging in the streets?' I asked.
'No,' she said, frightened.
'Then,' said I, 'perhaps I should have your hands tied and write that upon your body.' "
Book 12, Beasts of Gor, pages 48 - 49
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 06.06.2007, 14:53
theft, or capture, if you prefer, conferred rights over me. I would belong to, and must fully serve, anyone into whose effective possession I came, even if it had been by theft. the original Master, of course, has the right to recover his property, which remains technically his for a period of one week. If I were to flee the thief, however, after he has consolidated his hold on me, for example, kept me even for a night, I could , actually in Gorean Law, be counted as a runaway slave, from him, even though he did not technically own me yet, and punished accordingly. Analogies are that it is not permitted animals to flee the tethers on their necks, or flee the posts in which they find themselves penned, that money must retain its value, and buying power, regardless of who has it in hand, and so on. Strictures of this sort, do not apply to free persons , such as free women. The free women is entitled to attempt to flee her captor , as best she can, and without penalty, even after the first night in his bonds, if she still chooses to do so. If she is enslaved, of course, then she is subject too, the same customs, and practices, and laws, as any other slave.
Dancers of Gor
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 07.06.2007, 06:51
The 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
Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 07.06.2007, 08:49
A Free Women is inordinately precious.
She is a thousand times , and more above a mere slave
Players of Gor, pg 92
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 08.06.2007, 10:09
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 page 10
Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 08.06.2007, 11:40
"The Gorean woman, for reasons that are not altogether clear to me, considering the culture, rejoices in being a woman. She is an exciting, magnificent, glorious creature, outspoken, talkative, vital, active, spirited." - PRIEST-KINGS OF GOR, Pg. 67
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 09.06.2007, 08:29
Veils are worn in various numbers and combinations by Gorean free women, this tending to vary by preference and caste. Many low-class Gorean women own only a single veil which must do for all purposes. The veil, it might be noted, is not legally imperative for a free woman; it is rather a matter of modesty and custom. Some low-class, uncompanioned, free girls do not wear veils. Similarly certain bold free women neglect the veil. Neglect of the veil is not a crime in Gorean cities, though in some it is deemed a brazen and scandalous omission."
Page 107 Slave Girl of GOR
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 11.06.2007, 09:39
Here is a quote interesting enough..showing that slaves were tested over and over and over again all the time and by any that wished so.
“Lesha,” snapped the second officer to the blond girl.
She spun from facing him, and lifted her chin, turning her head to the left, placing her wrists behind her, as though for snapping them into slave bracelets.
“Nadu!” he snapped.
She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide.
It was the position of the pleasure slave.
“Sula, Kajira!” said the man.
She slid her legs from under her and lay on her back, her hands at her sides, palms up. her legs open.
“Bara, Kajira!” he said.
She rolled quickly to her stomach, placing her wrists behind her, crossed, and crossing her ankles, ready to be bound.
“She is a pretty thing,” said Ulafi, and turned away.
“Yes,” I said.
“Sula!” said the man. “Bara! Nadu! Lesha! Nadu! Bara! Sula! Nadu!”
The girl was gasping. There were tears in her eyes, as she knelt on the deck. Once she had been struck when her transition between two of the movements had been insufficiently beautiful. Another time she had been struck when her response had been insufficiently prompt.
Explorers
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 11.06.2007, 12:37
Slaves did use the common gorean word to greet people *Tal*, although, at the difference of Frees they would not accompany it with the traditional gesture.
`Tal, Master,' they said to me. `Tal, Slave Girls,' I said to them.
( pg 345 Tribesmen of Gor)
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Damien - 11.06.2007, 18:36
Melinda wrote:Slaves did use the common gorean word to greet people *Tal*, although, at the difference of Frees they would not accompany it with the traditional gesture.
`Tal, Master,' they said to me. `Tal, Slave Girls,' I said to them.
( pg 345 Tribesmen of Gor)
Melinda
oo i wasnt aware of this. good one, thanks melinda.
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 11.06.2007, 20:00
Tal Captain,
Personally, for the girls of Jasmine, I inform them that the *Tal* form is not wrong if used by them as a greeting.
BUT, due to the nature of this world, and of how many actually know this, for safety reasons and less headaches, and since is commonly agreed by all, slaves do greet Free persons by *greetings Master/Mistress*
I am not paranoid about this, there are fundamentals far worse then this one.
Some believe that it is used by slaves to annoy or these, which is an argument I have heard more then not...but then why not believe that Gor had a proper way of greeting...and that was Tal, common to all ?
As I said, this one, I leave it to the discretion of the Owners, I adopted the safe path *grins*.
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 12.06.2007, 09:33
Too many believe that the plams up when a slave is in nadu is something that is normal and MUST be so, well not necessaraly...here comes..palms up is a sign of need of begging for being used, taken, to be held,..whatever..and THAT can be denied to them...here comes
She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no longer knelt quite back on her heels. It was as though she begged to be allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms. But as I looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals.
"Priest Kings of Gor" (pages 234-235)
Enjoy!!
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 13.06.2007, 09:36
“So, Milo,” said Appanius, “you would make of me a laughing stock?”
“No, Master,” said the slave.
“One can well imagine him laughing about how he betrayed you with a woman,” said one of the retainers.
“It will be the whip, and close chains for you, Milo!” said Appanius.
“No,” said one of the retainers. “Let him serve as an example to all such slaves as he!”
“Yes!” said another retainer.
“Let it be the eels!” said another.
“Yes!” said the fourth.
“No!” screamed Lavinia. “No!” She leaped to her feet and ran to Milo, to kneel beside him, holding him, weeping. She turned to Appanius. “No, no, please!” she wept. “No! Please!”
I took her by the hair and threw her back, away from Milo, to the floor, where she scrambled to her knees and, tears in her eyes, frantic, regarded us.
Many estates, particularly country homes, have pools in which fish are kept. Some of these pools contains voracious eels, of various sorts, river eels, black eels, the spotted eel, and such, which are Gorean delicacies. Needless to say abound slave, cast into such a pool, will be eaten alive.
I looked closely at Appanius. He was white-faced. As I had suspected, he was not enthusiastic about this proposal.
“It must be the eels,” said the first retainer.
“Nothing less will expunge the blot upon your honor,” said another.
“What blot?” said Appanius, suddenly, lightly.
The retainers regarded him, speechless.
“What is it to my honor,” asked Appanius, “if I have been betrayed by an ungrateful, worthless slave? It is scarcely worth noting.”
“Appanius!” said the first retainer.
“Do you wish to buy a slave?” asked Appanius of me, as though lightly. But I saw that he was desperate in this matter. Indeed, I was touched. His problem was a difficult one. He wanted to save both his honor and the life of the slave. As outraged as he might be, as angry, as terribly hurt as he was, even as sensitive of his honor as I supposed he might be, he was trying to save the slave. I was startled by this. Indeed, it seemed he might care for him, truly. That development I had not anticipated. I had thought that things would have worked out much more simply. I had expected him to be outraged with Milo and be ready, in effect, to kill him, at which point I was prepared to intervene, with a princely offer. If he were rational, and the offer was attractive enough, as it could be, as I had a fortune in gold with me, I could obtain the slave. That is the way I had anticipated things would proceed. If Appanius would not sell Milo, then I could simply keep Appanius, and the others, with the exception of Milo, bound and gagged somewhere, say, in the pantry in the back, and use Milo, still the slave of Appanius, to achieve my objective in a slightly different fashion, one then merely involving two steps rather than one. If he would not sell Milo, certainly he would be willing to sell another, one who might, for a time at least, be too dangerous to acknowledge, too dangerous to free, too dangerous to keep.
Magicians
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 13.06.2007, 20:31
Gor wasnt cruel as goreans seldom were so...or maybe they had simply another definition for that word *cruelty*...probably...meaning that among themselves they were not...obeying to strict codes of honour and others..but with slaves?...it was a whole other story...here comes a quote that I found while browsing...I didnt remember it...but might bring some enlightement
Cut off her feet, and her nose and ears, and blind her in one eye---then release her to live as she can among the wagons.
Nomads of Gor, pg 167
The punishment of a runaway slave is often grievous, sometimes culminating in death.
Nomads of Gor, pg 169
in this punishment the girl, clothe or unclothed, is bound tightly to an oar, hands behind her, her head down, toward the blade. When the oar lifts from the water she gasps for breath, only in another moment to be submerged again. A recalcitrant girl may be kept on the oar for hours. There is also, however some danger in this, for sea sleen and the white sharks of the north occasionally attempt to tear such a girl from the oar. When food is low, it is not unknown for the men of Torvaldsland to use a bond-maid, if one is available on the ship, for bait in such a manner. The least pleasing girl is always used. This practice, of course encourages bond-maids the vie vigorously to please their masters. An Ahn on the oar is usually more than sufficient to make the coldest and proudest of females an obedient, eager-to-please bond-maid.
Marauders of Gor, pg 66
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 14.06.2007, 09:51
For those that believe that having a slave do over and over things is being non gorean...here comes
“Do you know other phrases?” I asked. There were many, actually, and they tended to vary from tavern to tavern, and from city to city. There was, really, no standardization in such matters.
She trembled, head down, proffering me the paga.
“Your girl brings you drink, Master,” she said.
“Any others?” I asked.
“Here is your drink, Master,” she said. “I beg to serve you further in any way I may.”
“Another,” I said.
“Do not forget I come with the price of the cup,” she said. “Use me as you will, Master.”
“Another,” I said sharply.
“For your pleasure,” she said, “I bring you paga and a slave.”
“Personalized phrase,” I said.
“E.,” she said.
“Evelyn,” I corrected her.
“Evelyn tenders drink humbly to Master,” she said. “Evelyn hopes Master will later find her suitable to give him pleasure.”
“Another,” I said.
“I am Evelyn,” she said. “I serve you, naked and collared. Take me later to the alcove. I beg to be taught my slavery.”
I then took the paga. “You may now serve others,” I said to her.
“You made her serve well,” said Shaba.
“Thank you,” I said.
Explorers
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 15.06.2007, 10:03
Well ..goreans had technology...so long for those unbeliever out there.*grins*..
Saphrar was a rich man indeed to have energy bulbs in his home; few Goreans can afford such a luxury; and, indeed, few care to, for Goreans, for some reason, are fond of the light of flame, lamps and torches and such; flames must be made, tended, watched; they are more beautiful, more alive.
Nomads
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Damien - 15.06.2007, 12:52
Ill spew a couple more at you all, they are pretty self explanitory.
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 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.
pg. 119, Tarnsman of Gor
To offer quarter to a valient opponent is to recognize his valor. To do
so step back and gesture to the ground with your sword.
To accept such quarter is not dishonorable.
pg. Tarnsman of Gor
Cruelty is a tool which has a purpose and is not for the amusement of men.
pg. 145, Fighting Slave of Gor
Recognition of duty performed is sufficient and greater than any treasure.
To stand with your comradres in arms and hold is Treasure enough for any warrior.
pg. 229, Explorers of Gor
and finally
It is recommended that you consider a kajira a rightless animal, no more than a subject beast,
an abject instrument to your interests and pleasures, nothing more.
pg. 48 Priest Kings of Gor
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 15.06.2007, 21:24
I have heard some using the word *karta*...to enter or simply acknowledge the presence of a Free. In the books, that word (karta) doesnt exist, is found nowhere, is only and purely an onlinism, probably IRC or some other venues (I am not that old..lol)..what is commonly and wrongly referred as *karta* is in fact one of the many forms of obeissance that can be found in the books. here is some quotes about it, for those that wish to know, and those purists, and I have met some in SL, the position when taught is being referred as *prostrate*, karta as performed online is not and never was a position found in the books, only a variation of it created online for the beauty of the wordinds, when no images were available.
Here are the quotes that show the proper form.
"I knelt before the guest, putting the palms of my hands on the floor and my head to the tiles."
Kajira of Gor p.. 305
"At his entrance Susan put the palms of her hands on the floor and lowered her head to the tiles, assuming a position of slave obeisance common with her in the presence of her master."
Kajira of Gor p. 157
Swiftly we assumed a common form of slave obeisance, kneeling, the palms of our hands on the ground, our heads to the ground. Many masters, though it tends to be rather associated usually with given cities, require this position of their girls, usually when they first enter his presence or find themselves, as in a room which he has entered, in his presence. She is then, usually, when given permission, permitted to lift her head, but is to remain kneeling before him, beautifully, in a standard position, her knees closed if she is a house or tower slave, her knees open if she was the sort of slave I was, whatever sort of slave that was supposed to be. "
Dancer of Gor, page 15
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 17.06.2007, 09:54
so long for those that find it hard to be sexual in all they do
"The smallest tasks of your life, how you clean your master’s leather, how you set out his clothes, how you cook and sew, how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and most servile tasks…will become sexual, all will become expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your worthless but helplessly proffered, gladly tendered love and service, that of only an insignificant slave."
Mercenaries
Page 435
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 18.06.2007, 11:32
FWs were taught all a slave girl will need to know in order to survive. Even though, FWs had the choice to do nothing if they choosed too, that doesnt mean they didnt know how..here comes
...The Gorean girl is, even if free, accustomed to slavery; she will perhaps own one or more slaves herself; she knows that she is weaker than men and what this can mean; she knows that cities fall and caravans are plundered; she knows she might even, by a sufficiently bold warrior, be captured in her own quarters and, bound and hooded, be carried by tarnback over the walls of her own city. Moreover, even if she is never enslaved, she is familiar with the duties of slaves and what is expected of them; if she should be enslaved she will know, on the whole, what is expected of her, what is permitted her and what is not; moreover the Gorean girl is literally educated, fortunately or not, to the notion that it is of great importance to know how to please men; accordingly, 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, 8:63
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 18.06.2007, 14:04
Begging for slaves is something upon which their very lives depend upon..they fail to be convincing, they can be maimed or slained...begging is not seen as a form of humiliation at all...
“You will learn to beg, in rational contexts, even more piteously,” he said. “Indeed, it will be important for you, to learn how to beg well. I do not mean merely that you will be taught to beg prettily, on your knees, and such things. I mean rather that upon certain occasions the only thing which might stand between you and the loss of your nose and ears, or life, may be the sincerity and excellence with which you can perform certain placatory behaviors.”
~Witness of Gor, page 31~
Enjoy
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 19.06.2007, 22:14
When he of the Cast of Assassins has been paid his gold and has received his charge he affixes on his forehead that sign, that he may enter whatever city he pleases, that none may interfere with his work.
Assassin of Gor, page 7
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 20.06.2007, 17:19
"Most alone are those whom love has once touched, and left."
(Captive of Gor, p.369)
Enjoy!
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 21.06.2007, 11:33
Lazyness or just enjoying life ??? you are sole judge...*smile*
The average working day is ten Ahn, or about twelve Earth hours. The amount of time spent in actual work, however, is far less. The work day of a free man in the arsenal is likely to be, on the whole, a rather leisurely one. Free Goreans do not like to be pressed in their tasks. Two Ahn for lunch and stopping an Ahn early for paga and a talk in the late afternoon are not uncommon.
Raiders
Enjoy
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 22.06.2007, 16:55
For the skeptical Men ....FWs ARE cold...
Women who have not been previously owned, like free women, for the most part, even if naked and collared, do not yet understand their sexuality. That can only be taught to them by a man, they helpless in his power. An unowned girl, a free woman, thus, can never experience her full sexuality. A corollary to this, of course, is that a man who has never had an owned woman in his arms does not understand the full power of his manhood. Sexual heat, it might be mentioned, is looked upon in free women with mixed feelings; it is commanded, however, in a slave girl. Passion, it is thought, deprives the free woman to some extent of her freedom and important self-control; it is frowned upon because it makes her behave, to some extent, like a degraded female slave; free women, thus, to protect their honor and dignity, their freedom and personhood, their individuality, must fight passion; the slave girl, of course, is not entitled to this privilege; it is denied to her, both by her society and her master; while the free woman must remain cool and in control of herself, even in the arms of her companion, to avoid being truly "had," the slave girl is permitted do such luxury; her control is in the hands of her master, and she must, upon the mere word of her master, surrender herself, writhing, to the humiliating heats of a degraded slave girl's ecstasy. Only when a woman is owned can she be fully enjoyed.
Tribesme
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 23.06.2007, 16:37
For those unbeliever....that big urts were terrors...grins
I saw the silken head of an urt in the canal, a few feet from the boat. It was a large urt, some forty pounds in weight. They live on garbage cast into the canals, and on bound slaves who have not been pleasing.
Beasts of Gor
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 25.06.2007, 12:49
On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. A fellow in a green tunic, doubtless one of the caste of physicians, was cleaning her teeth.
As a sidelight on the Gorean world it might be noted, in passing, that this sort of fellow, as he was working on a slave, who is an animal, would also be expected to be an expert in matters pertaining to the needs of other animals, as well, for example, bosk, kaiila, verr, tarsks, and such. His specialty within the caste of physicians would be what those of Earth would be likely to consider veterinary medicine. The caste of physicians is a large, complex caste, and deals with a number of specialties which have to do with medicine and health. For example, individuals those of Earth might consider doctors, nurses, medical technicians, nutritionists, surgeons, medical researchers, pharmacists, physicians’ assistants, dentists, veterinarians, and so on, would all be physicians, or “of the caste of physicians,” on Gor. As the slave is an animal it is not surprising that her medical needs, if attended to, will be usually attended to by one who specializes in the care and treatment of animals. She, no longer free, now embonded, is no longer regarded in the same way by the entire culture. This is a new adjustment she must make. She is no longer free; she is now owned; she is now property; she is now an animal, an owned animal, with a master.
(newly rewritten edition of Goreans books with some new additions, this one comes from the Beasts of Gor*)
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Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 26.06.2007, 13:46
For those that believe a slave MUST wear jewels, clothes, silks and etc...well as I preach more then not...slaves need to earn what they get...otherwise, a Free becomes the slave of the slave he is supposed to master, in simply doing what she wants him or her to do !!yep!
I regarded the girl. In warmer seasons, or warmer areas, one may take one's time in making the decision as to whether or not a female is to be permitted clothing. Some masters keep their slaves naked for a year or more. The girl is grateful when, and if, she is permitted clothing, be it only a bit of cloth or some rag or other.
Mercenaries
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 26.06.2007, 13:54
For those that believe beating a slave constnatly is a way of proving how masterly one is...here comes....something that I hope, will give people some food for thoughts...and once again, slaves arent in lead...they can ask..doesnt mean we have to say yes, though..as nothing is truely due to a slave...
“A whip, of course, is not absolutely necessary,” I said. “There are many other means of enforcing discipline.”
“True,” said Lavinia.
“But there is much to be said for the whip,” I said. “It is perhaps the simplest, most practical device for such purposes. It is also traditional. Also, of course, it has symbolic value.”
Lavinia, on her knees, looked up at Milo, her master. “Yes, Master!” she said.
“You truly think I should get a whip?” asked Milo. I was pleased that he had addressed this question to me, and not to Lavinia. He was beginning, I noted, to get a sense of the mastery. The decision in such matters lay among free men, not with slaves. Lavinia looked up at, smiling. She, too, to her delight, recognized that she had been left out of the matter. Milo was learning, quickly, how to relate to her, namely, as her master. She was a slave. Such decisions would be made by others. She would not participate in them, but, as was appropriate for a slave, simply abide by their consequences.
“Certainly,” I said.
He pondered the matter.
“And,” I said, glancing down at Lavinia, “if she is not pleasing, use it on her, literally, and well.”
He swallowed, hard.
She put down her head, shyly.
“She is a slave,” I said, “not a free companion, who may not be touched, to whom nothing may be done, even if she turns your life into a torture, even if she drives you mad, even if she intends to destroy you, hort by hort.”
“She is so beautiful,” he said. “It is hard to think of touching her with the whip.”
“Sometimes,” I said, “it is the most beautiful who are the most in need of a whipping.”
“May I speak?” asked Lavinia.
“Yes,” said Milo.
“Too, Master,” said Lavinia. “I love you, so I want you, sometime, or sometimes, to whip me.”
He regarded her, puzzled.
“I want to know I am your slave,” she said.
“I do not understand,” he said.
“Teach me that you are my master.”
“I do not understand,” he said.
“It has to do with being subject to the master,” I said , “with being truly his.”
“Interesting,” said Milo.
“For a female,” I said, “I would recommend the wide-bladed, five stranded whip.”
Lavinia looked up, startled. She had not anticipated, it seemed, that whip. Doubtless she already regretted her recent tolerances and enthusiasms. If it were to be to that particular implement that she was to be subject, matters, it seemed, were to be viewed suddenly in a quite different perspective. On Gor, slave girls live in terror of that whip. It is designed for the female slave, to correct her behavior with great effectiveness while not leaving lasting traces, which might reduce her value.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked Lavinia.
“I will try to be pleasing to my master,” she said.
“I am sure of it,” I said.
“It seems she knows that whip,” he said.
“She has at least heard of it,” I said. “With it on your wall, I have little doubt she will prove to be a most excellent slave, particularly if she has once felt it. It is an excellent tool. You can buy one for as little as one or two copper tarsks.”
Mercenaries
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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 27.06.2007, 13:45
Some food for thoughts..for those slaves that read these boards..and think is all a matter of *sex**sex**sex*...I wonder how many truely would survive online if treated as one of those coin girls, seen as one of the lowest form of slavery.....
"An excellent idea," sid Tasdron. "Now she will attract only the attention natural to a coin girl in the streets." "Some may recognize her, of course," I said. "I do not think many will," said Tasdron, "and if some do, they will simply assume that she has been put into the streets for discipline."
"That too was my conjecture," I said. Though the Gorean coin girl is commonly one of several girls, one of a stable there so to speak, sent daily into the streets to earn money as the chattels they are for their master, under the penalty of whippings or tortures, or death, if their day's work does not prove sufficiently lucrative, it is not unknown for this sensual charge to be also placed upon a private girl, usually as a punishment for having failed in some way, often trivial or negligible, to be fully pleasing.
After having been sent into the humiliations and dangers of the streets, it is a rare girl who does not hurry back, eager and chastened, to the intimate joys of a private slavery.
Rogue
Melinda
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 28.06.2007, 12:06
I generally dont dwell into Man's quotes..but here comes one that I like particularly...
' 'It takes more than fur and leather, and a dagger worn pretentiously at one’s belt, to make a man.' I said.
Mercenaries
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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 29.06.2007, 12:19
A slave is at the service of a free...she works to be kept.. It is not the owner that works to keep her...food for thoughts
I considered the unilaterality of the master/slave relationship. All power is with the master. This, of course, has its effect upon the slave. Let her strive to be such that her master will keep her.
Magicians
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Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 04.07.2007, 11:30
Just a short one since i have noted FW visiting taverns
Women are on the whole not permitted in paga taverns, unless, of course, they wear collars.
Dancer of Gor, page 197
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Melinda - 06.07.2007, 10:20Tarn wires
Well here comes an information for those that ignored that there are protection over cities against Tarn attack...
Such wire can be quite dangerous. It can cut the head or wings from a descending tarn. It is usually strung only in times of clear municipal peril, as when, for example, the city may be expecting an attack or is under siege. If all went well I hoped to be able to use it in my plans.
Players
I had sold the tarn only two days ago, to proceed on foot. The skies had seemed heavily patrolled. I had little doubt they would become more so as I proceeded farther northward. It seemed to me that my chances of successfully delivering the message to Aemilianus, whatever might be its contents, might be improved if it were borne not by tarnsman but by one afoot, one who might, say, among mercenaries, or civilians, mix inconspicuously. This speculation was further encouraged by the fact that Ar’s station would surely have its tarn wire strung and the skies about it, as nearly as I had determined, were currently controlled by Cos.
Renegades
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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 09.07.2007, 13:37
Here is something for us Ladies...
You have learned something of what it is to be in the keeping of Men, he said.
Yes, sir, she said
keen in mind, he said, in the future, that you are still in their keeping, utterly.
Sir?, she said.
Though henceforth, said he, more indirectly.
I do not understand, she said.
I am a freeman, he said. I have no intention continuing indefinitely to attend to you personally. It is not as though you are my slave, a girl whose hair I migth comb, or in whose feeding and watering I might take some pleasure. Do you understand?
Yes, sir, she said
Unfortunately, he said, we do not have free women to attend to such matters in the depths
Witness of Gor, 322
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Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 11.07.2007, 04:09
Free Gorean women, incidentally, enjoy a prestige and status which, it seems to me, is higher than that of the normal Earth woman."
Explorers of Gor - 459
The beauty of a free woman is a commodity beyond price. This was not because there was anything special about it, of course, but only because it was not for sale.
Players of Gor - 132
“But remember,” he said, smiling, “it is slaves who are assessed and have prices. Free women are priceless.”
Kajira of Gor - 97
“Sometimes, metaphorically, in English, however,” I said, “a distinction is drawn between the virgin and the woman, a distinction which is almost Gorean in tone. Strictly, of course, in English, one might be both a woman and a virgin.” “Do Goreans speak freely of these things?” she asked. “Free persons do not commonly speak freely of them,” I said. “For example, whether a free woman is glana or falarina is obviously her business, and no one else’s. Such intimate matters are well within the prerogatives of her privacy.”
Savages of Gor - 204
A male slave can be slain for touching a free woman.
Kajira of Gor 144
Re: Quotes from the books
Windsweptgold - 11.07.2007, 04:17
I could already begin to feel the wine. I was still half on my elbows. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked. “Treat you as what you are,” she said, “a man of Earth, a weakling, at the mercy of a Gorean free woman.” I regarded her, frightened. “Lie back, pretty Jason,” she said. I lay back. The furs were deep about me. I felt the inflexible clasp of the steel on my ankles and wrists. Then suddenly, lightly, like a cat, she slipped onto the couch beside me. “I do not understand,” I said. “What are you going to do with me?” “Own you,” she whispered. “Use you for my pleasure.” I looked at her with horror. She smiled and then thrust the whip, crosswise, in my mouth, between my teeth. She then aroused, and raped me.
Fighting Slave of Gor - 132
“I do not need permission to speak,” she cried. “I am a free woman! I am not a slave!”
Fighting Slave of Gor - 38
Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 11.07.2007, 17:07
My favourite quote...yes, FWs arent imune against punishment...they can to be punished for refusing to follow a command...
"Do not throw the bolt on your door," I said. She had been doing this, and it irritated me. "It is my bedroom," she said. "Of these lodgings," I said, " I am the rental master. It is your bedroom only upon my sufferance."
"Of course," she said, coldly, "I am your kept woman." "You may leave when you wish," I said. "Of course," she said, "I need only walk out upon the Gorean streets and see what will happen to me."
"You could sell yourself to an impotent maser," I said. Her eyes flashed angrily over the white silk of the house veil. "I invite you to leave," I said. "I do not want to leave," she said. "You prefer to be kept." I said. "Yes," she said coldly, "I prefer to be kept."
She then turned about and left the kitchen, where we had been talking. She went through the living room and going through the hall, passing the kennels, began to ascend the stairs. "Do not bolt the door," I called after her. "Why not?" she asked, angrily.
"There will be no iron between a keeper and his kept woman," I said, "unless it be by his will, such as a collar for her, or shackles or the bars of a cell." "I will do as I please," she said. "A keeper must always have access to his kept woman," I said. "I will do as I please," she said.
I listened to her door shut. I listened, carefully. Then I heard the iron bolt slid shut.
I sat cross-legged, behind the small table in the kitchen. Then I rose up and went to the storage box and took out some bread and dried meat. I chewed on it for a time. Then finishing it, I wiped my mouth. I then walked through the house to the stairs and climbed them.
She screamed, suddenly, clutching clothing about her. I stood in the threshold, the door awry, hanging off its hinges. The bold with its brackets was splintered from the heavy wood. She backed away, holding the clothing about her. "Don't hurt me," she said. "I would have opened the door!" I strode to her and stood before her. "I would have opened the door," she said. "A slave might be slain for such a lie." I said.
She did not meet my eyes. "You should knock," she said, "before entering a lady's bedroom." I tore away the clothing she held before her, casting it aside. She wore then only a light Gorean slip, white, which came high on her thighs. "I am not fully dressed!" she said. I took her and threw her on her belly on the couch. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked. "Strip you," I told her. From the back I ripped apart the white slip until she lay upon it. "Get out of my bedroom," she sobbed. "Be pleased that I do not this night made you earn your keep," I said.
"For the night," I told her, "this is not your bedroom." I seized her by the hair and pulled her, naked beside me, down the stairs. Before the first slave kennel, that farthest to the left as you face them, I stopped. With my left hand I flung up the sturdy, barred gate. I put the startled Miss Henderson on her hands and knees before the small opening. Then, with left hand in her hair, and my right hand on her left thigh, I thrust her bodily into the kennel. "This is your bedroom for the night, " I told her. I then threw down the iron gate. She turned about, clutching the bars. I turned the key in the lock, fastening her within.
Rogue
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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 12.07.2007, 15:47
and some say FWs have it easy....The life of a FW is never simple, living at the hedge of being trapped and enslaved.
I had left some slaves beads in recompense, of course, pretty beads of cheap wood, such as are cast about in festivals and carnivals, sometimes even being seized up secretly by free women who put them on before their mirrors, in secret, as though they might be slaves. In many cities, incidentally, a woman who is discovered doing such a thing may be remanded to magistrates for impressment into bondage. There will then be nothing inappropriate, even from the legal point of view, in their wearing such ornaments, assuming that they have their master's permission
Vagabonds
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Re: Quotes from the books
Melinda - 04.08.2007, 10:42
TRAINING OF SLAVES BY THE BOOKS..THE MOST EXHAUSTIVE I EVER READ
Phyllis Robertson threw back her head and screamed helplessly, and then she, too, began to sob, trembling, when the guard, Strius, released her from the rack and put her with Virginia.
Both girls were weeping.
Flaminius, gently, stretched out their legs, and rubbed them. I'm sure, in the pain of branding, they scarcely felt the pain which might be attendant on his massage, trying to restore some feeling and strength to their aching limbs.
I heard a woman moving close to me, heard the sound of slave bells.
I looked to one side and was startled. 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 magnificently 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."
"These are the three," said Ho-Tu, indicating the two branded girls, and Elizabeth.
Flaminius rose to his feet, leaving the two girls lying on the stones, sobbing.
"Kneel," said Sura to the girls, in Gorean.
"Kneel," said Flaminius to them, in English.
The two girls, freshly branded, tears in their eyes, struggled to their knees.
Sura walked around them, and then she regarded Elizabeth. "Take off your clothes," she said.
Elizabeth did so, drawing at the loop on the left shoulder of her garment.
"Join them," ordered Sura, and Elizabeth went to kneel between Virginia and Phyllis.
"Bracelet her," said Sura, and the guard snapped slave bracelets on Elizabeth, confining her hands behind her back, like the other girls.
"You are lead girl?" asked Sura of Elizabeth.
"Yes," said Elizabeth.
Sura's finger flicked the slave goad on. She rotated the dial. The tip began to glow, a bright yellow.
"Yes, Mistress," said Elizabeth.
"You are barbarian?" asked Sura.
"Yes, Mistress," said Elizabeth.
Sura spat on the stones before Elizabeth.
"They are all barbarians," said Ho-Tu.
Sura turned about and looked at him with disgust. "How does Cernus expect me to train barbarians?" she asked. Ho-Tu shrugged.
"Do what you can," said Flaminius. "These are all intelligent slaves. They all have promise."
"You know nothing of such matters," said Sura.
Flaminius looked down, angry.
Sura walked over to the girls, lifted Virginia's head and looked into her eyes, and then stepped back. "Her face is too thin," she said, "and there are blemishes, and she is thin, too thin."
Ho-Tu shrugged.
Sura looked at Elizabeth. "This one," she said, "was Tuchuk. She will know nothing except the care of bask and the cleaning of leather." Elizabeth, wisely, refrained from response.
"Now this one," said Sura, examining Phyllis, "has a slave's body, but how does she move? I have seen these barbarians. They cannot even stand straight. They cannot even walk."
"Do what you can," said Flaminius.
"It is hopeless," said Sura, stepping back to us. "Nothing can be done for them. Sell them off a minor block and be done with it. They are kettle girls, only that." Sura dialed the slave goad down, and then switched it off.
"Sura," said Flaminius.
"Kettle girls," snapped Sura.
Ho-Tu shook his head. "Sure is right," he said, rather too agreeably. ''They are only kettle girls."
"But," protested Flaminius.
"Kettle girls," insisted Ho-Tu.
Sura laughed in triumph.
"No one could do anything with such barbarians," said Ho-Tu to Flaminius. "Not even Sura."
Something about the back of Sura's neck informed me she had noted what Ho-Tu had said and hadn't cared for the sound of it.
I saw Ho-Tu grimace at Flaminius. A smile broke out on the Physician's face. "You're right," he said, "no one could do anything with such barbarians. They could not be trained by anyone, except perhaps Tethrite of the House of Portus."
"I had forgotten about her," said Ho-Tu.
"Tethrite is an ignorant she-tharlarion," said Sura irritably.
"She is the best trainer in Ar," said Ho-Tu.
"I, Sura, am the best in Ar," said the girl, not pleasantly.
"Of course," said Ho-Tu to Sura.
"Besides," said Flaminius to Ho-Tu, "even Tethrite of the House of Portus could not train such barbarians."
Sura was now inspecting the girls more closely. She had pushed one thumb under Virginia's head. "Do not be frightened, little bird," said Sura soothingly in Gorean to Virginia.
Sura removed her thumb and Virginia kept her fine head on its delicate neck high. "Some men might like a thin, pocked face," said Sura. "And her eyes, the gray, that is very good." Sura looked at Elizabeth. "You are probably the stupid one," she said.
"I scarcely think so," said Elizabeth, adding acidly, "Mistress."
"Good," said Sura to herself, "good."
"And you," she said to Phyllis, "you with the body of a Passion Slave, what of you?" Sura then took the slave goad, which was off, and moved it along the left side of Phyllis' body, touching her with the cold metal. Instinctively, even in her pain from the branding and with her aching limbs, Phyllis made a small noise and pulled away from the cold metal. The movement of her shoulders and belly was noted by Sura. She stood up, and again the slave goad dangled from her right wrist.
She indicated Virginia and Phyllis. "How do you expect me to train uncollared slaves?" she asked.
Ho-Tu grinned. "Call the smith!" said he to the guard. "Plate collars!"
To their surprise, the guard then released the two girls, and Elizabeth as well, from their slave bracelets.
Flaminius gestured that the two girls should try to rise and walk a bit about the room.
Awkwardly, painfully, they did so, stumbling to the edge of the room, then leaning against the wall, taking a step at a time. Elizabeth, now also free, went to their side, trying to help them. She did not speak to them, however. As far as they knew she could speak only Gorean.
When the smith arrived, he took, from a rack in the wall, two narrow, straight bars of iron, not really plates but narrow cubes, about a half inch in width and fifteen inches in length.
The girls were then motioned to the anvil. First Virginia and then Phyllis laid their heads and throats on the anvil, head turned to the side, their hands holding the anvil, and the smith, expertly, with his heavy hammer and a ringing of iron, curved the collar about their throats; a space of about a quarter of an inch was left between the two ends of the collar; the ends matched perfectly; both Virginia and Phyllis stepped away from the anvil feeling the metal on their throats, both now collared slave girls.
"If your training goes well," said Flaminius to the girls, "you will in time be given a pretty collar." He indicated Elizabeth's yellow enameled collar, bearing the legend of the House of Cernus. "It will even have a lock," said Flaminius.
Virginia looked at him blankly.
"You would like a pretty collar, wouldn't you?" asked Flaminius.
"Yes, Master," said Virginia numbly.
"And what of you Phyllis?" asked Flaminius.
"Yes, Master," said the girl, a whisper.
"I will decide if and when they receive a lock collar," said Sura.
"Of course," said Flaminius, backing away a step, bowing his head.
"Kneel," said Sura, pointing to the stones before her feet.
This time Virginia and Phyllis needed no translation, and they, with Elizabeth, knelt before Sura.
Sura turned to Ho-Tu. "The Tuchuk girl," she said, "keeps quarters with the Assassin. I do not object. Take the others to cells of Red Silk."
"They are White Silk," said Ho-Tu.
Sura laughed. "Very well," she said, "to cells of White Silk. Feed them well. You have almost crippled them. How you expect me to train crippled barbarians I am not clear."
"You will do splendidly," said Flaminius warmly.
Sura glared at him, coldly, and the Physician dropped his eyes.
"In the first weeks," she said, "I will also need one who speaks their tongue. Further, when not in training, they must learn Gorean, and quickly."
"I will send one who speaks their tongue," said Fiaminius. "Also I will arrange that they are taught Gorean."
"Translate for me," said Sura, to Flaminius, as she turned and faced the three kneeling girls.
She then spoke to them in short sentences, pausing for Flaminius to translate.
"I am Sura," she said. "I will train you. In the hours of training you are my slaves. You will do what I wish. You will work. You will work and you will learn. You will be pleasing. I will teach you. You will work and you will learn."
Then she looked at them. "Fear me," she said. Flaminius translated this, as well.
Then without speaking she flicked on the slave goad and rotated the dial. The tip began to glow brightly. Then suddenly she struck at the three kneeling girls. The charge must have been high, judging by the intense shower of fiery yellow needles of light and the screams of pain from the three girls. Again and again Sura struck and the girls, half stunned, half crazed with pain, seemed unable to even move, but could only scream and cry. Even Elizabeth, whom I knew was swift and spirited, seemed paralyzed and tortured by the goad. Then Sura dialed the goad down, and turned it off. The three girls lying in pain on the stones looked up at her in fear, even the proud Elizabeth, their bodies trembling, their eyes wide. I read in their eyes, even those of Elizabeth, a sudden terror of the goad.
"Fear me," said Sura softly. Flaminius translated. Then Sura turned to Flaminius. "Have them sent to my training room at the sixth Ahn," she said, and turned, and walked away, the slave bells flashing on her ankle.
... (several pages not dealing with training are skipped here)
Sometimes, to while away the time I would watch the girls in training.
Sura's training room lay directly off her private compartment, which might have been that of a free woman, save that the heavy door locked only on the outside and, at the eighteenth bar, it became her cell.
The training room was floored with wood, laid diagonally across beams for additional strength; one twelve-foot area of the room was a shallow pit of sand; against one wall were various chests of raiment, cosmetics and retention devices, for girls must be trained to wear chains gracefully; certain dances are performed in them, and so on. To one side there was a set of mats for Musicians, who almost invariably were present at the sessions, for even the exercises of the girls, which were carefully selected and frequently performed, are done to music; against one wall were several bars, also used in exercise, not unlike a training room in ballet except that there were four parallel bars fastened in the wall, which are used in a variety of exercises. Near the chests of raiment and such were several folded mats and sets of love furs. One entire side of the room, the left, facing the front, was a mirror. This mirror was, as might be expected, a one-way mirror. Various members of the House might observe the training without being noted from behind this glass. I used it sometimes myself, but at other times, sometimes alone, sometimes with others, would enter the room and sit near the back. Sura encouraged males to observe, wanting the girls to sense their presence and interest. And, though I do not think I would have told Elizabeth, her performances with men clearly present, and she knowing it, were almost invariably superior to those in which she did not know herself observed.
There were several men, including myself, who visited the training area with some frequency. In the past two months, in particular, I noted two young Warriors, guards, recent additions to the staff of the House. Their names were Relius and Ho-Sorl. They seemed likable, capable young men, something above the average cut of the men in the employ of Cernus the Slaver. I supposed they had succumbed to gold, for slavers pay high for their hired swords. The staff, incidentally, had been increased in the last month, largely due to the increasing number of slaves being processed by the House but perhaps also, in part, in preparation for the approaching spring, which is the busiest season on the Street of Brands, for then, after the winter, slave raids are more frequent and buyers wish to celebrate the New Year, beginning with the Vernal Equinox, by adding a girl or two to their household. On the other hand, the single greatest period for the sale of slaves is the five days of the Fifth Passage Hand, coming late in summer, called jointly the Love Feast. I recalled a girl once known, named Sana, who had been sold in Ar during those days, who had become the consort of Kazrak, once Administrator of Ar. I knew that Cernus intended to market Elizabeth, and the two other girls, on that feast. It is thought to be good luck to buy a girl on that feast, so prices tend to be high. Long before that time, however, I hoped, with Elizabeth and Caprus, to be free of the House.
The training of a slave girl, like the training of an animal, tends to be a grueling task, calling for patience, time, good judgment and sternness. These numerous latter qualities Sura possessed in plenty. Many were the evenings, particularly in the beginning, when Elizabeth would return to my quarters, and Virginia and Phyllis to their cells, in tears, stinging from the slave goad, confused, convinced that they could never please their harsh mistress. Then they would make some small progress and be rewarded with a kind word, which they found they could not help themselves from receiving with joy. The techniques employed were relatively transparent, much as the kennel technique had been with Virginia and Phyllis, and the girls objectively, rationally recognized what was being done to them, but yet, to their frustration and anger, they could not help, in the moment, responding as they did.
"I fear the goad," Elizabeth had told me one night. "I am afraid of it. I know it is foolish, but I am afraid. I will do anything that woman tells me, if only she will not touch me with the goad. I hate her. I know what they are doing. But yet I cannot help myself. I want desperately to please her."
"It is not irrational to fear the goad," I said. I had once been struck with a tarn goad and knew substantially what her pain must be; further, the shower of yellow sparks, though perhaps in itself innocuous, was, conjoined with the sudden pain, terrifying.
"I'm being trained like an animal," said Elizabeth, putting her head to my shoulder.
I held her head on my shoulder. What she said was to a large extent true, for she was being conditioned to certain responses by pain and rewards. Indeed, sometimes the girls would be forced to compete among themselves, with small candies as prizes, and each would find herself, to her subsequent horror, striving eagerly to outdo the others, that it might be she to whom Sura would throw the sugared pellet. Sometimes Sura would let the men observing determine which girl should receive the pellet, that they might learn how to win men's pleasure.
The conditioning, of course, was subtle, as well as gross, being a combination not simply of torment and reward, but including the intended inculcation of an image and understanding of themselves as well. In its most primitive expression this was begun in the first two weeks of the girls' training. The first week, surprisingly, consisted of nothing but the girl kneeling before the great mirror, in the position of a Pleasure Slave, for several Ahn a day. During this time they wore only their collars, and in the case of Virginia and Phyllis the slave anklets on their left ankles. The point of this, as Elizabeth and I supposed, was simply to accustom them to seeing themselves as slave girls. In the second week, they knelt in the same fashion, but had been forced to repeat, out loud, incessantly, the ritual phrase, "I am a slave girl. I am a slave girl. I am a slave girl." Virginia and Phyllis must needs do this in English, Elizabeth in Gorean. In the third week, the education became somewhat more subtle and Flaminius visited the girls for their training hours, and discussed, with ingenius subtlety, first in English and then in Gorean, certain views of history, of natural right, of orders of human beings and of relations among the sexes. The upshot of these disquisitions, predictably, was that what had happened to them was appropriate given certain laws of intraspecific competition, of conflict and dominance, of the rightful orders of nature. They were the women of inferior men who had been unable to protect them; such men would be conquered when one wished; their women belonged to those who could take them, who would be the victorious; hence they were of slave stock, by nature; that this sort of thing had occurred always, and would always occur; that it was right and just; that as natural slaves they must now bend all their efforts and intelligence to the pleasures of their masters; there was also a strong dose of masculine superiority thrown in, and the common Gorean contention, and arguments relating to it, that women are by nature slaves, deserve to be such and are fully content and pleased only when this is so. Flaminius, for a time, accepted and encouraged counter-arguments, patiently, as though waiting for the girls, when their simple minds permitted it, to understand the truth of what he said. Phyllis, I learned from Elizabeth, was particularly wrathful, when permitted to be so, with Flaminius. Phyllis, it seemed, to Elizabeth's amusement, had actually, on Earth, been a rather serious, ardent feminist. She had, as a matter of fact, hated and resented men. Virginia, on the other hand, had been a shy girl, fearing men. Needless to say, both presented Sura with different problems, which in a Gorean girl seldom occur.
Elizabeth would sometimes, in these weeks, come back to the compartment and relate, with amusement, the subtle exchanges between Phyllis and Flaminius. In her opinion, and perhaps rightly, the positions of both were subtle combinations of truths and half-truths; Phyllis seemed to regard men and women as unimportant differentiations off a sexless, neuter stock, whereas Flaminius argued for a position in which women were hardly to be recognized as belonging to the human species. I expect both, and I am certain that Flaminius, recognized the errors and exaggerations of their own position, but neither was concerned with the truth; both were concerned only with victory, and pleasing themselves. At any rate, to my satisfaction, but Elizabeth's irritation, Flaminius commonly had the best of these exchanges, producing incredibly subtle, complex arguments, quoting supposedly objectively conducted studies by the Caste of Physicians, statistics, the results of tests, and what not. Phyllis, unconvinced, was often reduced to tears and stuttering incoherence. Flaminius, of course, was practiced and skillful in what he was doing, and Phyllis was not difficult to catch and tangle in his well-woven nets of logic and supposed fact. During this time Virginia would usually remain silent, but she would occasionally volunteer a fact, a precedent or event which would support Flaminius' position, much to the anger of Phyllis. Elizabeth chose, wisely, not to debate with Flaminius. She had her own ideas, her own insights. She had learned on Gor that women are marvelous, but that they are not men, nor should they be; that they are themselves; that they are independent, magnificent creatures; that it takes two sexes for the human race to be whole; and that each is splendid.
Following some two weeks of these discussions, which seemed to me at the time, at any rate, to be a waste of training time, Virginia Kent, who had feared men, had come to weigh seriously, if not to accept, certain of the theories of Flaminius, Phyllis to fight them and reject them as hateful slanders, and Elizabeth to regard them as an entertaining and stimulating hodgepodge of sophistry, reality, nonsense and propaganda. All three girls, in the last week, were taught certain standard answers to certain standard questions put to them by Flaminius, whether they agreed with them or not. These questions, to which simple, standard, memorized answers were to be promptly volunteered, were put to them over and over, until they, even Phyllis, responded without thinking. Certain of these questions and answers, suggesting their nature, would be:
Q: What are you? A: I am a slave girl.
Q: What is a slave girl? A: A girl who is owned.
Q: Why do you wear a brand? A: To show that I am owned.
Q: Why do you wear a collar? A: That men may know who owns me.
Q: What does a slave girl want more than anything? A: To please men.
Q: What are you? A: I am a slave girl.
Q: What do you want more than anything? A: To please men.
There is, beyond these, an entire set of questions and answers, some of them considerably more detailed, and involving standard responses to simple questions pertaining to such matters as history and psychology.
The truly sinister aspect of even this portion of the girls' training did not become evident to me, or to Elizabeth, until the entire next week was spent again before the mirror, seeing themselves as slave girls, and repeating, aloud, these questions and answers, as though putting them to themselves; as though, with Flaminius gone, it was they themselves, the girls, who were putting these questions to themselves, and responding with almost hypnotic automatism; it was probably easiest on Elizabeth, who knew that she was playing a part, that she would be, sooner or later, carried to safety, but even Elizabeth, more than once, awakened with a cry in the night, clutching me, whimpering, "No, no, no." The sixth week of the training was spent, as several of the former, before the mirror, but this time repeating over and over, aloud, "I love being a slave girl. I love being a slave girl." At last, after this cruel and almost interminable repetition, utilizing simple psychological principles, intended to brand into the girls' psyche the identity of a Pleasure Slave, the girls began the period of exercises, many of which would, for certain periods of the day, be carried through the next months. During the next weeks and months the lessons of Flaminius were never again touched upon, except occasionally, for her amusement, by Sura, who would suddenly cry to one of the girls, at the same time brandishing the slave goad, such a query as "What do you want more than anything?" to which the girl, to her shame and astonishment, would find herself crying out in fear, "To please menl" Then Sura would say, "Then learn what I am teaching you," and they would respond, fearing the goad, "Yes, Mistress!"
In the hours that Virginia and Phyllis were not in training, and the training hours are only five Ahn a day, they were, particularly in the beginning, intensively drilled in Gorean. Elizabeth, on the other hand, usually assisted Caprus in his office. Later, when the girls became reasonably proficient at Gorean, they were permitted the freedom of the House baths, which they enjoyed, and the liberty to move about the House rather as they pleased, saving that they must be locked in their cells by the eighteenth bar. The foods given them also changed with the advance in their training, and the desire to have varied, tasty fare, and sometimes a small bowl of Ka-la-na with their supper, drove them to perform well. Further, each must eat the same, so pressure was brought on each to come to a given level, for the food of all remained the same until each had attained the desired next level of training. By the end of the twelfth week of their training they were eating well, and by the end of the fifteenth, very well, generally low-calorie foods, nourishing, a good amount of protein, diets supervised as carefully as those of racing tarns or hunting sleen; Elizabeth was the only girl who had, so to speak, a compartment of her own, with a door that might be shut, rather than simple bars, and so the three girls often, when possible, would come to the compartment, for some moments of privacy. At these times they would, as well as possible, converse in Gorean; Elizabeth taught them much; she did not permit them to know she spoke English; I would often leave the compartment at these times but sometimes I would remain. Elizabeth led them, to some extent, not to fear me, leading them to believe that she had so well served me that she had, to some degree, engaged my affections. I think she did not realize how true her words were.
In the beginning, when moving about the house, the girls had been permitted only the garb customarily worn in the sweat and motion of the training, a rectangle of silk, about a foot long, thrust into a silken string knotted about the waist; Virginia and Phyllis would not even leave their cells so clad until Elizabeth called upon them, so clad herself, ordering them forth; Phyllis had been tearfully furious that she should be so seen, Virginia terrified; but, on the orders of Elizabeth, who spoke with authority, they followed her forth, frightened, but heads high and shoulders back, and soon they were delighting in the sights of the house, for they had seen little but the kennels, the training room and their cells; it had been a good day for them; each was female and Elizabeth had taught them that this was a permissible thing to be.
"These men are slavers," Elizabeth confided to them. "They have seen women before." Later, in the eighteenth week of their training, they were given brief silken slave livery, sleeveless, fastened by the loop on the left shoulder. Virginia and Phyllis were given white livery, Elizabeth red. It was at this time also that Virginia and Phyllis had been given their lock collars, white-enameled, and that the slave anklets, the identification bands, had been removed from their left ankles. Elizabeth, at the beginning of her training, had simply exchanged her yellow collar for a red one. She had already been a lock-collar girl.
By the twentieth week of their training the girls could converse rather adequately in Gorean, and Virginia and Phyllis continued to improve. Elizabeth, of course, was totally fluent in the language. Elizabeth's accent was interesting, for it was, in effect, Tuchuk; the accent of the girls was that of Ar. I noted, however, that Sura had insisted that the girls not refine their accents overly much, for it must remain clear they were barbarians; further, Virginia and Phyllis were encouraged to slur and lisp certain sounds, it being thought appealing in female slaves; on the other hand Sura, who did not slur and lisp these sounds herself, did not insist on it, for some reason, with the girls; accordingly Elizabeth, Phyllis and Virginia, not being forced to do so, did not adopt this affectation. I learned independently, from Ho-Tu, that this particular form of speech defect was, however, no longer in style; perhaps if it had been Sura would have been more adamant.
Once Virginia had, in our compartment, with Elizabeth and Phyllis, shyly looked up at me, and asked if I knew the name of the blond guard, he with blue eyes, who came upon occasion to observe the training.
"Relius," said I.
"Oh," said she, dropping her head.
"The fellow with him often," I volunteered, "is Ho-Sorl."
"The ugly one?" asked Phyllis. "The one with the black hair and the scar on the side of his face?"
"I do not think he is ugly," I said, "but I think you mean the same one as I. He does have black hair and there is a scar on the side of his face."
"I know him," said Phyllis. "He keeps looking at me. I detest him."
"I thought," said Elizabeth, "you were dancing to him this morning."
"I was not!" snapped Phyllis.
"And yesterday," laughed Elizabeth, rocking back, clapping her hands, "when Sura asked him to stand forth that one of us might approach him to administer the First Kiss of the Captive Slave Girl, it was you who first sprang to your feet."
"I have scarcely ever seen anyone move so fast," commented Virginia.
"It's not true" cried Phyllis. "It's not true"
"Perhaps he will buy you," suggested Elizabeth.
"No!" cried Phyllis.
"Do you think we will be sold at the Curulean?" asked Virginia of me.
"It is apparently the plan of Cernus," I said.
"I wonder," said Virginia, "if someone like Relius will buy me."
"Perhaps," said Elizabeth.
"I doubt it," said Phyllis. "You are too skinny and your face has pocks."
"I am not ugly," said Virginia. "And I cannot help it that I do not have a body like yours."
Phyllis tossed her head, sniffing.
"I was afraid of men," said Virginia, her head down. "But now I find I am curious about them. I did not know what to do, or how to act with men. But now I am a slave, and I am being taught. I am being shown what to do. I am not so afraid of men now." She looked at Phyllis. "I want a man," she said.
"Slave!" jeered Phyllis.
"Don't you want a man?" asked Virginia, tears in her eyes.
"I will have nothing to do with men," said Phyllis.
"Oh yes you will, Pleasure Slave," Elizabeth assured her, "oh yes you will!"
Phyllis cast her a withering glance.
"I wonder what it would be like to be in the arms of a man," said Virginia.
"Like Relius?" asked Elizabeth.
"Yes!" said Virginia.
Phyllis laughed.
Virginia dropped her head. "I am ugly," she said. "I am unworthy of being sold at the Curulean."
"You're a slave!" laughed Phyllis. "Only a slave; Virginia the little slave."
"I am a slave," said Virginia. And she added, "And so are you."
"I am not a slave!" cried Phyllis.
'Pretty little slave!" laughed Virginia, pointing her finger at her.
"Never say that to me!" screamed Phyllis, leaping to her feet.
"Pretty little slave!" screamed Virginia.
Phyllis leaped upon her and in an instant the two girls were rolling and scratching on the stones, screaming at one another.
"Stop them!" cried Elizabeth. "Stop them!"
I spoke calmly. "Free men do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves."
The two girls stopped fighting. Phyllis stood up, breathing heavily. Virginia rose to her feet, and stepped back. She brushed back her hair with her right hand. Both girls looked at me.
"Thank you," said Virginia.
"It is time that you returned to your cells, Slaves," said I.
Virginia smiled. Phyllis, not speaking, turned and went to the door, but there she turned once more, looking at me, waiting for Virginia.
Virginia regarded me. "You are a man," she said. "Does Master find the slave Virginia ugly?"
"No," I said, "the slave Virginia is not ugly. The slave Virginia is beautiful."
There were tears in her eyes. "Could such a man as Relius, do you think," she asked, "desire such a slave as Virginia?"
"Doubtless," I said, as though irritated with her question, "were the slave Virginia not White Silk the man Relius would have asked for her long ago."
She looked at me gratefully.
It is, incidentally, one of the perquisites of employment in the house of a slaver that a member of the guard or staff may ask for, and generally receive, the use of whatever Red Silk Girls he pleases. Elizabeth had not been bothered in this particular because she was, by general recognition, solely mine while I remained in the house.
"And," I said, rather loudly, looking at Phyllis, "were the slave Phyllis not White Silk she would have found herself used frequently, and well, by the man Ho-Sorl."
Phyllis looked at me in fury and turned, leaving the room. She walked beautifully, sinuous in her rage.
"The slave Phyllis," I said, rather loudly again, "has learned much from Mistress Sura."
Phyllis cried out and turned in the hall, her fists clenched. Then she spun about with a cry of rage and ran weeping down the corridor.
Elizabeth clapped her hands and laughed.
I glared at Virginia, who still stood in the room. "Go to your cell, Slave," I said.
Virginia dropped her head, smiling. "Yes," she said, "Master,"and then turned and left. She, too, walked beautifully.
"It is hard to believe," said Elizabeth, "that she once taught classics and ancient history in a college."
"Yes," I said, "it is."
"On Earth," said Elizabeth, "I do not think a woman would dare walk so beautifully."
"No," I said, "I do not think so."
The training of the slave girls progressed. It had begun, following the period entirely consumed with exercises, with such small things as instruction on how to stand, to walk, to kneel, to recline, to eat, to drink. Grace and beauty, followi~ng Sura, and I would scarcely dare dispute such an authority, is mostly a matter of expression, both that of the face and body. I could, week to week, see the change in the girls, even Elizabeth. Some of the things they were taught seemed to me very silly, but I, at the same time, found it difficult to object.
One thing of that sort I recall is a trick where the girl feeds the master a grape held between her teeth. She may or may not have her wrists braceleted behind her back for this particular feat. One leg is folded beneath her and the other is extended behind her, toes pointed, and then she lifts the grape delicately to your mouth. Elizabeth and I used to laugh heartily over this one, but I think it was effective, as I seldom got beyond the third grape.
"Observe," once had said Elizabeth to me, to my amusement, in the secrecy of our compartment, "the twelfth way to enter a room."
I had observed. It was not bad. But I think I preferred the tenth, that with the girl's back against the side of the door, the palms of her hands on the jamb, her head up, lips slight parted, eyes to the right, smoldering at just the right temperature.
"How many ways are there," I asked, sitting cross-legged in the center of the compartment, on the stone couch, "to enter a room?"
"It depends on the city," said Elizabeth. "In Ar we are the best; we have most ways to enter a room. One hundred and four."
I whistled.
"What about,"' I asked, "just walking straight through?"
She looked at me. "Ah," said she, "one hundred and five ways."
A good deal of the training of the slave girl, surprisingly, to my naive mind, was in relatively domestic matters. For example, the Pleasure Slave, if she is trained by a good house, must also be the master of those duties commonly assigned to Tower Slaves. Accordingly, they must know how to cut and sew cloth, to wash garments and clean various types of materials and surfaces, and to cook an extensive variety of foods, from the rough fare of Warriors to concoctions which are exotic almost to the point of being inedible. Elizabeth would regularly bring her efforts back to the compartment, and the nights were not infrequent when I longed for the simple fare at the table of Cernus, or perhaps a bowl of Ho-Tu's gruel. One dish I recall was composed of the tongues of eels and was sprinkled with flavored aphrodisiacs, the latter however being wasted on me as I spent, to Elizabeth's consternation, the night lying on my side in great pain. Elizabeth was, however, to my satisfaction, taught a large number of things which, to my mind, were more apropriate to the training of slave girls, including a large number of dances, dozens of songs, and an unbelievable variety of kisses and caresses. The sheer mechanics of her repertoire, theoretically outfitting her to exquisitely pleasure anyone from an Ubar to a peasant, are much too complex and lengthy to recount here. I do not think, howevecr, that I have forgotten any of it. One thing that I thought was nice was that Elizabeth had asked Sura about the dance she had begun to perform but could not finish, when we had first come to the house of Cernus, the dance which is accompanied by the Tuchuk slave song. Sura, who seemed to know everything, taught the rest of it, song and all, to her, and to the other girls. For good measure she also taught them the independent dance, sometimes called the Dance of the Tuchuk Slave Girl, which I had once seen performed at a banquet in Turia.
"Know that you are beautiful," Sura had once said to them. "Now I will teach you to dance."
... (several pages not dealing with training are here passed over)
The girls too would have special reason, as I would, to recall it. For them, it was the first time since the beginning of their training that they were permitted to leave the house. Normally, late in training, girls are permitted the sights of the city, that they may be stimulated and refreshed, but such had not been the case with Elizabeth, Virginia, and Phyllis, who had known nothing of Gor save the House of Cernus, was a powerful inducement to be diligent in their lessons. Further, as Ho-Tu pointed out, their sale was not to be until the late summer; thus there was plenty of time to use the sights and scenes of Ar, judiciously mixed with review and practice, diet and rest, to bring them to a height of vitality, interest, and excitement before putting them on the block. Timing in such matters, following Ho-Tu, is extremely important. A bored, jaded or overstimulated girl does not perform as one whose appetites, whetted, stand at their peak.
At any rate, regardless of the reasoning, or the stratagems of Slavers, Elizabeth, Virginia, and Phyllis were permitted to attend the first day of the races, under, of course, suitable guard.
We met in Sura's training room and I, who was to be in charge of this expedition given that I would let no other guard Elizabeth, was given a leather sack of silver and copper coins by Ho-Tu, for the expenses of the day. Each of the girls would wear brief silken slave livery, sleeveless, the disrobing loop on the left shoulder. Elizabeth wore red, Virginia and Phyllis wore white. Each of the girls was also issued a light slave cloak, the hem of which fell a bit above the hem of her livery, but which had a hood. Elizabeth's was red with white stripes, Virginia and Phyllis' white with red stripes. To their consternation, before being permitted to leave the training room, Virginia and Phyllis, beneath their livery, had locked on their bodies by Sura, the iron belt. The other two guards, who arrived carrying the slave bracelets and slave leashes, the latter of light, gleaming chain, were Relius and Ho-Sarl. Virginia seeing Relius, merely lowered her head; Phyllis, seeing Ho-Sorl, seemed beside herself with anger.
"Please," she said to Sura, "let it not be he."
"Be silent, Slave," said Sura.
"Come here, Slave," said Ho-Sorl to Phyllis. She looked at him angrily, and went to him.
Relius, who had walked over to Virginia, placed his large hands on her hips. She did not raise her head.
"She wears the iron belt," said Sura.
Relius nodded.
"And I will hold the key," said Sura.
"Of course," said Relius. Virginia did not raise her head.
"This one does too," said Ho-Sorl, a bit irritably.
"Of course I wear the iron belt," said Phyllis, even more irritably. "What did you expect?"
"I will hold the key to her belt as well," said Sura.
"Let me hold the key," suggested Ho-Sorl, and Phyllis blanched.
Sura laughed. "No," she said, "I will hold it."
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From Tribesmen of Gor
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From Explorers of Gor
These questions are found within Explorers of Gor, chapter 5:
"What are you?" he asked.
"A slave girl, Master," she said, her neck in the loops of the whip.
"What is a slave girl?" he asked.
"A girl who is owned," she said.
"Are you a slave girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Then you are owned," he said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Who owns you?" he asked.
"Ulafi of Schendi," she said.
"Who trains you?" he asked.
"Shoka of Schendi," she said.
"Do you have a brand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Why?"
"Because I am a slave."
"Do you wear a collar?"
"Yes, Master."
"What sort of collar do you wear?"
"A shipping collar, Master. It shows that I am a portion of the cargo of the Palms of Schendi." I thought the girl’s Gorean, though the responses were generally simple, had improved considerably in the last few days.
"What is the common purpose of a collar?"
"The collar has four common purposes, Master," she said. "First, it visibly designates me as a slave, as a brand might not, if it should be covered by clothing. Second, it impresses my slavery upon me. Thirdly, it identifies my master. Fourthly—fourthly—"
"Fourthly?" he asked.
"Fourthly," she said, "it makes it easier to leash me."
He kicked her in the side. She winced. Her response had been slow.
"Do you like being a slave girl?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she said. She sobbed. She was again kicked.
"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" she cried.
"What does a slave girl want more than anything?" he asked.
"To please men," she said.
"What are you?" he asked.
"A slave girl," she said.
"What do you want more than anything?" he asked.
"To please men!" she cried.
Enjoy
Melinda
PS: next time slaves complain about domestic tasks...refer them to this post..and also we free have a responsabiity is to correct what they do BUT more importantly HOW they perform it...shrug
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