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~Slave Girl of Gor~
Written by John Norman
Copyright 1977 by John Norman
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Tarl Cabot had resumed his allegiance to the Priest-Kings, the non-human but benevolent rulers of Earth's orbital twin planet, Gor. And accordingly Tarl knew that the battle for the possession of the planet was under way--the Kurii, the beastlike invaders, had made their plans.
There was a girl, once Judy Thornton of Earth, found in the wilderness of Gor. Captured, as such lovely strangers were on that ruthless world, she was to undergo the training that would make of her a slave girl of great value.
But unknown to her captors was the fact that she was a tool of the Kurii, that she carried a programmed message that imperilled the future of Gor. It was for possession of her mind and body that Priest-King and Kur-monster battled, while a planet went its way unsuspecting that its very fate was also locked within the slave collar that graced her neck.
~Inside~
I was overwhelmed psychologically with what had happened to me. My thigh still stung, but the pain seemed relatively unimportant now compared to the enormity of the comprehension that shook me to the core.
I had been branded.
I would continue to wear the mark they had placed in my flesh. It would, from now on, identify me as something which I had not been. What could such a brand mean? I scarcely dared conjecture the nature of a girl who wore such a mark on her body. She could be only one thing.
I was Judy Thornton. I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college on Earth. I was an English major and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand?
~Quotations from the book, Slave Girl of Gor~
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"For a long thee, neither man moved. Then, suddenly, the stranger, laughing, lifted his spear and struck its butt into the ground. "Kajira canjellne!" he laughed.I could not believe it. He seemed elated. He was pleased with the prospect of war. How terrible he was! How proud, how magnificent he seemed! I thought I knew then, with horror, the nature of men."Kajira canjellne!" said the other man.Warily they began to circle one another.I waited, kneeling, frightened, nude and bound, in the circle. I watched the men warily circling one another. I pulled at my bonds. I was helpless."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 18
"Blood ran from my mouth; other blood I swallowed. My vision cleared; I could not believe the pounding of my heart. I had been cuffed. I knelt, terrified. At that time I did not realize how light had been my discipline considering the gravity of my offense. I had both spoken without permission, and broken position without permission. Most simply, I had been displeasing to a free man."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 34~
"He cried out a word, which I would later learn meant "Quarry." It is the signal that the game has begun, that the girl is now available, that she is now at large for capture. At the same time that he had cried out this word he had swung the switch and struck Eta a swift, stinging blow below the small of the back, making her cry out, identifying her original position and, with a jangle of bells, starting her into motion. The men wheeled toward the sound. Eta stopped, frozen. She was crouched over, her hands tied behind her back. Whether the slender, supple disciplinary device would be used often in the game depends much on the skill of the girl player. She must, following the rules, move at least once in every five Ihn, which is a little less than five seconds. If she does not move within five Ihn, perhaps being frightened, or having miscounted, the referee, with the switch, swiftly and exactly identifies her position for the contestants."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 55~
"I was overwhelmed, psychologically, with what had happened to me. The pain was now less. My thigh still stung, and cruelly, but the pain seemed relatively unimportant now compared to the enormity of the comprehension that shook me to the core. I had been branded. I shuddered in the bonds. I moaned. I wept. My thigh would be sore for days, but that was unimportant, even trivial. What would remain was the mark they had placed in my flesh. That, unlike the pain, would not vanish. I would continue to wear that mark. It would, from now on, identify me as something which I had not been, or had not explicitly been, before, but now was clearly, for the eyes of all. I lay there. I knew I now was, because of the brand, deeply and profoundly different than I had been before. What could a brand mean? I shuddered. I scarcely dared conjecture the nature of a girl who wore such a mark on her body. She could be only one thing. I forced the thought from my mind. I tried to move my wrists, my head and body, my legs and ankles. I could move them very little. They were helpless in their constraints. Only animals wore brands. I lay there, helpless, miserable."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 58~
"My own brand was the "dina"; the dina is a small, lovely, multiply petaled flower, short-stemmed...... it is an exotic, alien flower; it is also spoken of, in the north, where it grows most frequently, as the slave flower."
~Slave Girl of Gor, Page 61~
"A girl, of course, wants to be bought by a strong master who wants her for herself, muchly desiring and lusting for her, not for her brand. When a girl is bought, of course, it is commonly because the man wants her, she, the female, and is willing to put down his hard-earned money for her and her alone, for she is alone; all she brings from the block is herself; she is a slave; she cannot bring wealth, power, or family connections; she comes naked and sold; it is she alone he buys."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 63~
"I was naked and bound; I was subject to the collar; I had been branded; I had said "Kajira"; I had said "La Kajira"; these were the first words I had been taught; I knew I was a Kajira; I did not even know if any longer I had a name; I supposed I had not; I supposed now I was only a nameless animal in the power of men; I had been too good to be a servant; now I was a Kajira; my thigh stung; I moaned with anguish; I wept; a Kajira, I knew, was not even a servant; a Kajira was a slave girl; and the meaning of "La Kajira," which I had uttered to my captor was "I am a slave girl."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 65~
"The ceremonial taking of the food from the hand of a man, as it had been done this evening in camp, would prove to be somewhat unusual, though it would be reasonably common to be handfed, when it amused him, or thrown scraps of food. Among many men, it might be mentioned, however, the monthly anniversary of a girl’s acquisition as a slave would be marked by this, and similar ceremonies. A slave girl is a delight to a man; she is extremely prized and precious: that the day of her acquisition should be celebrated each month with special ceremonies and rites is not surprising.
These numerous anniversaries are deliciously celebrated, as they may be with a girl who is only a slave, and seldom forgotten; should such an anniversary be forgotten, should it be such that it is commonly celebrated, the girl redoubles her efforts to please, fearing she is to be soon sold."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 66~
“A switch was put in the hands of Eta. She stood over me. I put down my head. She did not strike me. I looked up at her. I realized then that she was first girl in the camp, and that I must obey her, that she had been empowered to set me tasks and duties. Suddenly I feared her. Before I had looked down upon her. Now I trembled. It was she who held the switch over me. Before I had generally obeyed her only when men were present. I had preferred to leave her the work. Now I realized I must, without question, take slave instructions from her and discharge swiftly and well whatever menial duties she might place upon me. . . . I had little doubt she would use the switch, and richly, upon me, did I not work well. . . . She could command me. She held the switch. I would obey. She was first girl.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 66 & 67~
"I went to the cave, Eta following. I lifted one of the chest’s covers. I took from the chest a strong of pearls, then one of pieces of gold, then one of rubies. “Bina?” I asked, each time. Eta laughed. “Bana,” she said, “Ki Bina. Bana.” Then, from another box, Eta produced another necklace, one with cheap glass beads, and another with simple, small wooden beads. She indicated the latter two necklaces. “Bina,” she said, pointing to them. Bina, I then underood, were lesser beads, cheap beads, beads of little value, save for their aesthetic charm. Indeed, I would later learn that bina were sometimes spoken of, derisively, as Kajira bana. The most exact translation of “bina” would probably be “slave beads.” They were valueless, save for being a cheap adornment sometimes permitted imbonded wenches."
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 81& 82~
"I hated the bells, so many, so tiny, hung about my body, which I could not remove, which would draw them to me. The sound was tiny, rich, and sensuous. They were slave bells. They would draw men to my body. I moved slightly. I felt them stir on my body and on the loops that held them. So slight a movement made them sound! I, miserable, was caught in their lewd, delicious rustle. I suppose the sound of the bells, objectively considered, is rather lovely. Yet theirs was a music of bondage, one which, in its tiny, delicious sounds, rustling, whispered, "Kajira. Kajira." They said, "You are nothing, Girl. You are a belled Kajira. You are nothing, Girl. You exist for the pleasure of men. Please them well, lovely Kajira."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 84~
“Though I wept for mercy, and cried out, none gave ear; no consideration nor lenience was shown to the piteous slave girl in their power. “
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 94~
“I had not dreamed such an emotion could exist. It was not merely that I was eager to piteously and submissively display my beauty to them, that they might be moved to take it in their arms and vanquish it, but, beyond this, I was overwhelmed by an entire dimension of emotion which might be spoken of, though inadequately, as the desire to yield service and love. I wanted to give, unstintingly, with no thought of return. Always I had been concerned with what I might obtain. Now, for the first time in my life, in my joy and self-acceptance as a female slave, I wanted to give. I wanted to give all of myself, wholeheartedly, to deliver and bestow myself unto them as their girl, who loved them and would do all for them, asking nothing. I wished to be nothing, and to give all.
I wanted to be their slave.
I shook with the selfless ecstasy of the slave girl.
I wanted to crawl to them to tell them that I now understood, and that I was theirs. I wanted to cry out to them, to weep, to kneel to them, to kiss and lick submissively at their bodies in my joy.”
~Slave Girl of Gor - Page 104 & 105~
“Eta, from behind me, pinned the first of five veils about my face. It was light, and shimmering, of white silk, almost transparent. Then, one after the other, she added the freedom veil, or veil of the citizeness, the pride veil, the house veil, and the street veil. Each of these is heavier and more opaque that the one which lies within. The street veil, worn publicly, is extremely bulky, quite heavy and completely opaque; not even the lineaments of the nose and cheeks are discernible when it is worn; the house veil is worn indoors when thereare those present who are not of the household, as in conversing with or entertaining associates of one’s companion. 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. Not all high-caste women wear a large number of veils. A free woman, publicly, will commonly wear one or two veils; a frequent combination is the light veil, or last veil, and the house or street veil. Rich, vain women of high caste may wear ostentatiously as many as nine or ten veils…….
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……..
In some cities, and among some groups and tribes, it might be mentioned, though this is not common, veils may be for most practical purposes unknown, even among free women. The cities of Gor are numerous and pluralistic. Each has its own history, customs and traditions. On the whole, however, Gorean culture prescribes the veil for free women.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 107 and 108~
Slave girls may or may not be veiled, this depending on the will of their master. Most slave girls are not permitted to veil themselves.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 107~
“In certain cities, in connection with the free companionship, the betrothed or pledged beauty may wear eight veils, several of which are ritualistically removed during various phases of the ceremony of companionship; the final veils, and robes, of course, are removed in private by the male who, following their removal, arms interlocked with the girl, drinks with her the wine of the companionship, after which he completes the ceremony. This sort of thing, however, varies considerably from city to city. In some cities the girl is unveiled, though not disrobed, or course, during the public ceremony. The friends of the male may then express their pleasure and joy in her beauty, and their celebration of the good fortune of their friend.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 107~
"He turned about and, with his weapons, strode from the camp. I followed him, at his heel, where a slave girl belongs."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 109~
"The Companion Contract, thus, had been duly negotiated, with the attention of scribes of the law from both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Confederation of Saleria."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 111
"The Lady Sabina, I learned from Eta, was pledged by her father, Kleomenes…...to Thandar of Ti, of the Warriors, youngest of the five sons of Ebullius Gaius Cassius, of the Warriors, Administrator of Ti, this done in a Companion Contract, arranged by both Ebullius Gaius Cassius and Kleomenes, to which had now been set the seals of both Ti and Fortress of Saphronicus. The pledged companions......never laid eyes on one another, the matter of their match having been arranged between their respective fathers, as is not uncommon in Gorean custom. The match had been initiated at the behest of Kleomenes, who was interested in negotiating a commercial and political alliance with the Salerian Confederation.....It seemed not unlikely that the match would ultimately prove profitable and politically expedient for both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Salerian Confederation. In the match, there was much to gain by both parties. The Companion Contract, thus, had been duly negotiated, with the attention of scribes of the law from both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Confederation of Saleria. The Companion Journey, then, when the auspices had been favorable, as they promptly were, these determined by the inspection of the condition and nature of the liver of a sacrificial verr, examined by members of the caste of Initiates, had begun. The journey itself, overland and afoot from Fortress of Saphronicus to Ti, would take several days, but it was ceremonially prolonged in order that the four tributary villages of Fortress of Saphronicus might be visited......The Betrothal or Companion Journey, ceremonially, included the circuit of the four villages, in each of which a feast was held, and from each of which a wagon of produce was procured, to be added to the dowry riches to be presented to Ebullius Gaius Cassius, father of Thandar of Ti, to be included in the treasury of Ti."
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 111 & 112~
"Many of the daughters of merchants are proud sorts, for the merchants themselves, by virtue of their power, tend to vanity and pride, and agitate, justifiably or not, for the inclusion of their caste among the high castes of Gor. Their pampered daughters, protected from work and responsibility, ostentatiously garbed and elaborately educated in caste trivia, tend to be spoiled and soft."
Slave Girl of Gor, page 113~
“In taking companionship with one of the Warriors she would raise caste, for the Warriors on Gor are among the high castes, of which there are five, the Initiates, Scribes, Physicians, Builders and Warriors. In many cities only members of the high castes may belong to the city’s high council.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 113 & 114~
“It seemed strange to me, that she had addressed me as Mistress, and her fear. Then I realized the legitimacy of her fear, that of a slave girl. She was the one who had called me “Dina,” and who, when I had been bound, had kicked me. Now she was owned by my master, and she was a newer girl than I. She did not yet know the nature of the relationships in which she was now helplessly implicated, relationships which could be every bit as perilous and significant as the physical bond of steel on her wrist. Was I first girl? Was I over her? Did I have switch rights upon her body, as Eta had upon mine? Would I be cruel to her? Would I make her suffer? Would she have to please the masters incredibly, and constantly attend them, that they might perhaps be moved to shield her to some tiny extent from my vengence?”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 131~
“Slave girls compete for the attentions of masters. Each strives to be more pleasing to them than the other. The quality of a slave girl's life is commonly a direct function of her pleasingness to her master. Whether she is a treasured love slave or an ignored pot-and-floor wench depends much upon her. Gorean men, unlike the men of Earth, do not bother much with girls that are not pleasing to them.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 131 & 132~
“Masters do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their own internal order among themselves.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, Page 132~
“The Lady Sabina and Thandar of Ti, according to Eta, had never seen one another, the companionship being arranged by their parents and the councils of their respective cities. In such a companionship the Lady Sabina would have raised caste, and become one of the high ladies of Ti, and of the Confederation. She had been looking forward, it was well known, with enthusiasm to her attaining this high station.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 150~
I shook with pleasure as I stood on the line, and looked at Clitus Vitellius. Within the Ta-Teera my thighs, even looking at him, were hot and damp. He did not notice me, and was talking to Thurnus. He was the sort of man who would set his terms for a woman, even a free woman. No woman, even one who was free, would be permitted to relate to him save on his terms, and on his terms alone. He would not argue, nor would he discuss, nor persuade nor negotiate; to the free woman’s horror she would understand that she must, as he saw fit, submit herself as hopelessly and will-lessly as a slave girl for his consideration. He would enter into no relationship except on his own terms. His terms were simple, that the woman be yielded to him, totally, that she be as much his, and as helplessly, though by her own free will, as any slave girl on whom he might choose to fix his collar. He would be, even in a companionship, to the scandal of Ar, master. No woman who failed to meet these understood, publicized and well-known terms would be acceptable.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 154~
I did not blame them. Had I been a free woman of Ar, I, too, would have sought such companionship. To have such a man as Clitus Vitellius I would have accepted his terms. So, too, I think would have any true woman. Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms than to have half a man, or no man at all. Men are masters; if the man be strong, the woman must submit. Given the opportunity to relate to a true man, few women will settle for less. Indeed, true women, in the belly of them, desire to submit to true men. It is an ancient instinct bred into the bellies of beautiful, feminine women.
“Remove your clothing,” would my master say to a high-born free woman, suing to be considered by him in companionship. She would do so, and be assessed. If he was not pleased, he would send her weeping from his presence, clutching the rag of a slave, to don it and return to her dwelling. If he was not displeased he would gesture to the tiles before him where there waited a goblet of slave wine which she, kneeling before him, would eagerly drink. She would serve him that night as a slave. In the morning, she, nude, would prepare and serve to him his breakfast, after which he would make fresh use of her; he would then send her from his presence, first pressing into her hand a coin, usually a copper tarsk or a silver tarsk, commensurate with the quality of her service. Such women went from his quarters proudly, clad in the full regalia of the free woman. They were not discontent. They had been touched by Clitus Vitellius. Some women claimed that they had earned from Clitus Vitellius a tarn disk of gold. Such a coin would buy several girls such as myself. Sometimes a girl, rather than be sent from his presence, would beg to be kept as a collared slave. She would then sign a document of enslavement which, after her signature was affixed, she would be powerless to alter or break, for she would then be only a slave. Clitus Vitellius would commonly keep such a girl for a few days, and then discard her, usually giving her to a friend or selling her. I wondered if such a girl, braceleted, and pulled away from him on her leash, regretted her choice. She was then in bondage, subject to chains and the whip, and the will of men. What had she then to look forward to but the degradation of the sales block, being exposed to men as a slave and being vended in a public market; being owned by a succession of hard masters, accustomed to the management of girls such as she; onerous work and strict discipline; and the continuous exploitation of her body and service? Perhaps, for a woman, the thrill of being owned and commanded, of being at the absolute mercy of a powerful man, knowing that she must obey him, and experiencing, if she be fortunate, incredible, helpless, incomparable love, of the sort which can be felt only by a completely rightless woman, fully and absolutely owned by a man, in his total bondage. But such thoughts would not be likely to be prominent in the mind of a leashed girl, helplessly braceleted, being dragged to her first sale.
I looked at my master. How magnificent he was.
His collar, I had heard, was one of the most sought collars in Ar.
When he strode through the streets free women sometimes threw themselves before him, tearing away their veils and robes, begging for his collar.
He was such a man."”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 154 – 155~
“Have mercy on your girl, Master!” I begged.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 174~
“You speak Gorean with an accent,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Forgive me, Master,” I begged.
“Do not change,” he said. “The accent becomes you. It marks you as different and makes you more interesting.” ~Slave Girl of Gor, page 176~
“I have abused your slave,” said Bran Loort.
“That is what slaves are for,” said Thurnus.
“We took much pleasure in her!” said Bran Loort, angrily
“Did you find her pleasing?” asked Thurnus.
“Yes,” said Bran Loort. He gripped the long, heavy staff more firmly, standing ready.
“Then,” said Thurnus, “it will not be necessary for me to beat or slay her.”
Bran Loort looked puzzled.
“Surely you know, Bran Loort,” said Thurnus, “it is the duty of a slave girl to be fully and completely pleasing to men. Were she not so she would be subject to severe punishment, including even torture and death, should it be the master’s wish.”
“We took her without your permission,” said Bran Loort.
“In this,” said Thurnus, “you have committed a breach of code.”
“It does not matter to me,” said Bran Loort.
“Neither a plow, nor a bosk, nor a girl may one man take from another, saving with the owner’s saying of it,” quoted Thurnus.
“I do not care,” said Bran Loort.
“What is it, Bran Loort, that separates men from the sleen and larls?” asked Thurnus.
“I do not know,” said Bran Loort
“It is the codes,” said Thurnus."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 226~
“I ask this free woman,” said he, indicating Sandal Thong, “for whom I muchly care, to accept me in free companionship.” There was a great cry of pleasure from the villagers.
“But Thurnus,” said she, “as I am now free do I not have. the right to refuse?”
“True,” said Thurnus, puzzled.
“Then, noble Thurnus,” said she, evenly, calmly, “I do refuse. I will not be your companion.”
Thurnus lowered the cup of paga. There was silence in the clearing.
Sandal Thong gently lowered herself to the ground, and lay on her belly before Thurnus. She took his right ankle in her hands and, holding it, pressed her lips softly down upon his foot, kissing it. She lifted her head, tears in her eyes. “Let me be instead your slave,” she said,
“I offer you companionship,” he said.
“I beg slavery,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“I have been in your arms, Thurnus,” she said. “In your arms I can be only a slave.”
“I do not understand,” he said.
“I would dishonor you,” she said. “In your arms I can behave only as a slave.”
“I see,” said he, caste leader of Tabuk’s Ford.
“The love I bear you, Thurnus,” she said, “is not the love of a free companion, but a hopeless slave girl’s love, a love so deep and rich that she who bears it can be only her man’s slave.”
“Serve me paga,” said Thurnus. He handed the goblet to Sandal Thong.
She took it and knelt before him, head down, proffering him the goblet. Though she was free, she served as a slave. Villagers gasped. Free women cried out, scandalized.”
~Slave Girl of Gor pages 239 & 240~
"In a man's own hut," said he, "he must be master, even though he has selected out for himself a companion. It is the part of his companion to befriend and aid him, not to insult and drive him."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 241~
“Long ago I loved you,” she said, “but as a free woman. Then, for years I did not love you, but despised you. Now again, after long years, I feel love for you, only now it is the shameful, helpless love of a bond girl for her master.”
“In the morning you will be whipped,” said Thurnus.
“Yes, Master,” she said. She looked up at him. “You are strong,” she said, “and masterful. You are a great man, whether you are a district leader or not. My freedom blinded me to your manhood and your worth. I saw you not for the things you were but for the things you might, enhancing my own person, become. I saw you not as a man but as an instrument of my own perceptions and ambitions. I regret that I did not, in my companionship, relish and celebrate what you were, rather than an image of what you might become. I never truly knew you. I knew only the image of my own invention. I never truly looked at you. Had I done so, I might have seen you."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 242~
“Stand as a slave,” he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
“Excellant,” said Ladletender, smacking his lips."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 249~
"I am putting you out into the village as village slave," he said. "At night you will be confined in a sleen cage. During the day you will feed on what men will throw you. Each day you will serve a different hut in the village."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 242~
“Kneel before the mirror.”
I did so.“There are one hundred and eleven basic shades of slave lipstick,” said Sucha. “Much depends on the mood of the master.”……………………
Later many of the other girls joined us in the room of preparation, for they must serve, as I.
“In five Ehn,” cried a man from outside, “you must be in the hall of the feast.”
The girls cried out nervously, making last minute additions or adjustments to their jewelries and silks. Some intently applied cosmetics. Two nearly fought over a small disk of eye shadow, but the whip of Sucha, lowered between them, divided them.………………………
I looked at the incredibly lovely girl in the mirror, she bedecked in a rope of red silk, made-up, perfumed, vulnerable, soft, with armlets, and bracelets, golden beads intertwined in the Turian collar.
“She is beautiful,” I whispered. Sucha had much helped me.
“Rather pretty for a peddler’s girl,” smiled Sucha.
“I am afraid,” I said
“Do not be afraid,” said Sucha
“What are my duties?” I asked.
“Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience,” said Sucha."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 261~
"I rose to my feet and went to the slave room to fetch the hook bracelets, leather cuffs with locks on them, and snaps; they are soft and the snaps, as opposed to the cuffs require no key; some men enjoy them on their slaves; by means of the snaps the girl may be variously secured by the locked cuffs, her hands being fastened behind her or before her, or perhaps to her collar."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 297~
"There were small cages, lashed down on the deck of slave ships…..The sailors may, for their pleasure, gaze upon the lovely prisoners of the cages…...They are readily available. A cage door need only be opened and the girl pulled to the deck."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 317~
"How ugly you are, Below-Deck Girl," said one of the girls in a small deck cage.
I looked at her. She was auburn-haired, and, like all the slave girls on the Clouds of Telnus, whether cage girls or below-deck girls, stripped; girls are not permitted clothing on a slave ship. She was sitting with her knees drawn up in the tiny cage. She could not completely stretch her body."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 322~
"I wore the belled collar, and belled ankle ring, of the tavern, and a bit of black silk."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 340~
“I ran to the merchant and knelt before him. I pointed to the male slave. “He looked upon me!” I cried. “Have you permission to speak?” He asked. “May a girl speak?” I asked, frightened. “Yes,” he said….I pointed again to the male slave “He dared to look upon me,” I said…….
“You are too good for him?" asked the merchant.
"Yes," I said. I then realized this was not the proper thing to say. But I had said it.
"You are both animals," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"But you are a female," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"And he," he said, "though slave is yet male."
"Yes Master," I whispered.
"And is not the male animal the master of the female animal?" he asked.
"Yes Master," I said. I knew that male dominance was pervasive among mammals, and that it was universal among primates. It can be frustrated only by an extensive and complex conditioning program, one adequate, over a period of years, to distort the order of nature.
"Do you find this slave of interest?" asked the master of the male slave.
He shrugged. "She is small," he said.
I looked at him, frightened.
"But she is not without interest," he conceded.
"Do you think you can catch her?" asked the master.
"Of course," said the male slave.
I rose to my feet frightened. I began to back away.
"She is yours," said the master.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 345~
"Notes had been taken by a thin, blond slave girl in a brief, blue tunic."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 381~
"I undid the five buttons, red, which ran from the throat of the garment to the waist. Buttons, interestingly, were a relatively recent innovation in some Gorean slavewear. They are not used on the garments of free persons. Most Gorean garments do not have buttons, but are slipped on, or held with brooches or pins. Hooks, however, are used with some frequency. Buttons, interestingly, are regarded as rather sensuous on Gor. Buttons, obviously, may be unbuttoned, or cut away with a knife, thus revealing the slave. Many masters do not permit a girl to button her tunic in the privacy of their compartments."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 417~
“Besides,” he said, “you were only of the merchants. It is unseemly for a Warrior to take as a companion the daughter of a merchant. I detest the politics which seemed to make such a match expedient. Surely I was not consulted in the negotiations.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 421~
"I looked up into his eyes. Then I was frightened. I saw that he was a Gorean master. However much he might hold me in regard, however much he might desire me, I saw that I could be to him only a helpless slave girl. Whatever might be his feelings for me I saw that he would have me only at his feet as a slave. I would be uncompromisingly owned. He would have all, fully, from me. I would not be permitted to hold anything back, ever. He would be master, and I slave."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 437~
“I was collared. He had not been angry with me. He had only been punishing me. I had deserved a whipping. He had given it to me.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 438~
I was the only girl in his compartments. I well understood the meaning of this. He had chosen the perfection of one man, the complete master, and one woman, the total slave. It is called the perfect bondage, each all and perfect to the other.
It is right for some men, and not for others. Much depends on whether the man has met his perfect slave and the woman her perfect master.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 442~"
"A woman can love only that man to whom she truly belongs."
"To whom do you truly belong, slave?" he asked.
"To you, Master." I said.”
~ Slave Girl of Gor, page 444~
Written by John Norman
Copyright 1977 by John Norman
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
Tarl Cabot had resumed his allegiance to the Priest-Kings, the non-human but benevolent rulers of Earth's orbital twin planet, Gor. And accordingly Tarl knew that the battle for the possession of the planet was under way--the Kurii, the beastlike invaders, had made their plans.
There was a girl, once Judy Thornton of Earth, found in the wilderness of Gor. Captured, as such lovely strangers were on that ruthless world, she was to undergo the training that would make of her a slave girl of great value.
But unknown to her captors was the fact that she was a tool of the Kurii, that she carried a programmed message that imperilled the future of Gor. It was for possession of her mind and body that Priest-King and Kur-monster battled, while a planet went its way unsuspecting that its very fate was also locked within the slave collar that graced her neck.
~Inside~
I was overwhelmed psychologically with what had happened to me. My thigh still stung, but the pain seemed relatively unimportant now compared to the enormity of the comprehension that shook me to the core.
I had been branded.
I would continue to wear the mark they had placed in my flesh. It would, from now on, identify me as something which I had not been. What could such a brand mean? I scarcely dared conjecture the nature of a girl who wore such a mark on her body. She could be only one thing.
I was Judy Thornton. I was an excellent student at an elite girls' college on Earth. I was an English major and a poetess! How was it then that I lay bound on a strange world, and bore in my flesh a fresh brand?
~Quotations from the book, Slave Girl of Gor~
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"For a long thee, neither man moved. Then, suddenly, the stranger, laughing, lifted his spear and struck its butt into the ground. "Kajira canjellne!" he laughed.I could not believe it. He seemed elated. He was pleased with the prospect of war. How terrible he was! How proud, how magnificent he seemed! I thought I knew then, with horror, the nature of men."Kajira canjellne!" said the other man.Warily they began to circle one another.I waited, kneeling, frightened, nude and bound, in the circle. I watched the men warily circling one another. I pulled at my bonds. I was helpless."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 18
"Blood ran from my mouth; other blood I swallowed. My vision cleared; I could not believe the pounding of my heart. I had been cuffed. I knelt, terrified. At that time I did not realize how light had been my discipline considering the gravity of my offense. I had both spoken without permission, and broken position without permission. Most simply, I had been displeasing to a free man."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 34~
"He cried out a word, which I would later learn meant "Quarry." It is the signal that the game has begun, that the girl is now available, that she is now at large for capture. At the same time that he had cried out this word he had swung the switch and struck Eta a swift, stinging blow below the small of the back, making her cry out, identifying her original position and, with a jangle of bells, starting her into motion. The men wheeled toward the sound. Eta stopped, frozen. She was crouched over, her hands tied behind her back. Whether the slender, supple disciplinary device would be used often in the game depends much on the skill of the girl player. She must, following the rules, move at least once in every five Ihn, which is a little less than five seconds. If she does not move within five Ihn, perhaps being frightened, or having miscounted, the referee, with the switch, swiftly and exactly identifies her position for the contestants."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 55~
"I was overwhelmed, psychologically, with what had happened to me. The pain was now less. My thigh still stung, and cruelly, but the pain seemed relatively unimportant now compared to the enormity of the comprehension that shook me to the core. I had been branded. I shuddered in the bonds. I moaned. I wept. My thigh would be sore for days, but that was unimportant, even trivial. What would remain was the mark they had placed in my flesh. That, unlike the pain, would not vanish. I would continue to wear that mark. It would, from now on, identify me as something which I had not been, or had not explicitly been, before, but now was clearly, for the eyes of all. I lay there. I knew I now was, because of the brand, deeply and profoundly different than I had been before. What could a brand mean? I shuddered. I scarcely dared conjecture the nature of a girl who wore such a mark on her body. She could be only one thing. I forced the thought from my mind. I tried to move my wrists, my head and body, my legs and ankles. I could move them very little. They were helpless in their constraints. Only animals wore brands. I lay there, helpless, miserable."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 58~
"My own brand was the "dina"; the dina is a small, lovely, multiply petaled flower, short-stemmed...... it is an exotic, alien flower; it is also spoken of, in the north, where it grows most frequently, as the slave flower."
~Slave Girl of Gor, Page 61~
"A girl, of course, wants to be bought by a strong master who wants her for herself, muchly desiring and lusting for her, not for her brand. When a girl is bought, of course, it is commonly because the man wants her, she, the female, and is willing to put down his hard-earned money for her and her alone, for she is alone; all she brings from the block is herself; she is a slave; she cannot bring wealth, power, or family connections; she comes naked and sold; it is she alone he buys."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 63~
"I was naked and bound; I was subject to the collar; I had been branded; I had said "Kajira"; I had said "La Kajira"; these were the first words I had been taught; I knew I was a Kajira; I did not even know if any longer I had a name; I supposed I had not; I supposed now I was only a nameless animal in the power of men; I had been too good to be a servant; now I was a Kajira; my thigh stung; I moaned with anguish; I wept; a Kajira, I knew, was not even a servant; a Kajira was a slave girl; and the meaning of "La Kajira," which I had uttered to my captor was "I am a slave girl."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 65~
"The ceremonial taking of the food from the hand of a man, as it had been done this evening in camp, would prove to be somewhat unusual, though it would be reasonably common to be handfed, when it amused him, or thrown scraps of food. Among many men, it might be mentioned, however, the monthly anniversary of a girl’s acquisition as a slave would be marked by this, and similar ceremonies. A slave girl is a delight to a man; she is extremely prized and precious: that the day of her acquisition should be celebrated each month with special ceremonies and rites is not surprising.
These numerous anniversaries are deliciously celebrated, as they may be with a girl who is only a slave, and seldom forgotten; should such an anniversary be forgotten, should it be such that it is commonly celebrated, the girl redoubles her efforts to please, fearing she is to be soon sold."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 66~
“A switch was put in the hands of Eta. She stood over me. I put down my head. She did not strike me. I looked up at her. I realized then that she was first girl in the camp, and that I must obey her, that she had been empowered to set me tasks and duties. Suddenly I feared her. Before I had looked down upon her. Now I trembled. It was she who held the switch over me. Before I had generally obeyed her only when men were present. I had preferred to leave her the work. Now I realized I must, without question, take slave instructions from her and discharge swiftly and well whatever menial duties she might place upon me. . . . I had little doubt she would use the switch, and richly, upon me, did I not work well. . . . She could command me. She held the switch. I would obey. She was first girl.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 66 & 67~
"I went to the cave, Eta following. I lifted one of the chest’s covers. I took from the chest a strong of pearls, then one of pieces of gold, then one of rubies. “Bina?” I asked, each time. Eta laughed. “Bana,” she said, “Ki Bina. Bana.” Then, from another box, Eta produced another necklace, one with cheap glass beads, and another with simple, small wooden beads. She indicated the latter two necklaces. “Bina,” she said, pointing to them. Bina, I then underood, were lesser beads, cheap beads, beads of little value, save for their aesthetic charm. Indeed, I would later learn that bina were sometimes spoken of, derisively, as Kajira bana. The most exact translation of “bina” would probably be “slave beads.” They were valueless, save for being a cheap adornment sometimes permitted imbonded wenches."
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 81& 82~
"I hated the bells, so many, so tiny, hung about my body, which I could not remove, which would draw them to me. The sound was tiny, rich, and sensuous. They were slave bells. They would draw men to my body. I moved slightly. I felt them stir on my body and on the loops that held them. So slight a movement made them sound! I, miserable, was caught in their lewd, delicious rustle. I suppose the sound of the bells, objectively considered, is rather lovely. Yet theirs was a music of bondage, one which, in its tiny, delicious sounds, rustling, whispered, "Kajira. Kajira." They said, "You are nothing, Girl. You are a belled Kajira. You are nothing, Girl. You exist for the pleasure of men. Please them well, lovely Kajira."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 84~
“Though I wept for mercy, and cried out, none gave ear; no consideration nor lenience was shown to the piteous slave girl in their power. “
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 94~
“I had not dreamed such an emotion could exist. It was not merely that I was eager to piteously and submissively display my beauty to them, that they might be moved to take it in their arms and vanquish it, but, beyond this, I was overwhelmed by an entire dimension of emotion which might be spoken of, though inadequately, as the desire to yield service and love. I wanted to give, unstintingly, with no thought of return. Always I had been concerned with what I might obtain. Now, for the first time in my life, in my joy and self-acceptance as a female slave, I wanted to give. I wanted to give all of myself, wholeheartedly, to deliver and bestow myself unto them as their girl, who loved them and would do all for them, asking nothing. I wished to be nothing, and to give all.
I wanted to be their slave.
I shook with the selfless ecstasy of the slave girl.
I wanted to crawl to them to tell them that I now understood, and that I was theirs. I wanted to cry out to them, to weep, to kneel to them, to kiss and lick submissively at their bodies in my joy.”
~Slave Girl of Gor - Page 104 & 105~
“Eta, from behind me, pinned the first of five veils about my face. It was light, and shimmering, of white silk, almost transparent. Then, one after the other, she added the freedom veil, or veil of the citizeness, the pride veil, the house veil, and the street veil. Each of these is heavier and more opaque that the one which lies within. The street veil, worn publicly, is extremely bulky, quite heavy and completely opaque; not even the lineaments of the nose and cheeks are discernible when it is worn; the house veil is worn indoors when thereare those present who are not of the household, as in conversing with or entertaining associates of one’s companion. 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. Not all high-caste women wear a large number of veils. A free woman, publicly, will commonly wear one or two veils; a frequent combination is the light veil, or last veil, and the house or street veil. Rich, vain women of high caste may wear ostentatiously as many as nine or ten veils…….
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……..
In some cities, and among some groups and tribes, it might be mentioned, though this is not common, veils may be for most practical purposes unknown, even among free women. The cities of Gor are numerous and pluralistic. Each has its own history, customs and traditions. On the whole, however, Gorean culture prescribes the veil for free women.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 107 and 108~
Slave girls may or may not be veiled, this depending on the will of their master. Most slave girls are not permitted to veil themselves.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 107~
“In certain cities, in connection with the free companionship, the betrothed or pledged beauty may wear eight veils, several of which are ritualistically removed during various phases of the ceremony of companionship; the final veils, and robes, of course, are removed in private by the male who, following their removal, arms interlocked with the girl, drinks with her the wine of the companionship, after which he completes the ceremony. This sort of thing, however, varies considerably from city to city. In some cities the girl is unveiled, though not disrobed, or course, during the public ceremony. The friends of the male may then express their pleasure and joy in her beauty, and their celebration of the good fortune of their friend.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 107~
"He turned about and, with his weapons, strode from the camp. I followed him, at his heel, where a slave girl belongs."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 109~
"The Companion Contract, thus, had been duly negotiated, with the attention of scribes of the law from both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Confederation of Saleria."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 111
"The Lady Sabina, I learned from Eta, was pledged by her father, Kleomenes…...to Thandar of Ti, of the Warriors, youngest of the five sons of Ebullius Gaius Cassius, of the Warriors, Administrator of Ti, this done in a Companion Contract, arranged by both Ebullius Gaius Cassius and Kleomenes, to which had now been set the seals of both Ti and Fortress of Saphronicus. The pledged companions......never laid eyes on one another, the matter of their match having been arranged between their respective fathers, as is not uncommon in Gorean custom. The match had been initiated at the behest of Kleomenes, who was interested in negotiating a commercial and political alliance with the Salerian Confederation.....It seemed not unlikely that the match would ultimately prove profitable and politically expedient for both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Salerian Confederation. In the match, there was much to gain by both parties. The Companion Contract, thus, had been duly negotiated, with the attention of scribes of the law from both Fortress of Saphronicus and the Confederation of Saleria. The Companion Journey, then, when the auspices had been favorable, as they promptly were, these determined by the inspection of the condition and nature of the liver of a sacrificial verr, examined by members of the caste of Initiates, had begun. The journey itself, overland and afoot from Fortress of Saphronicus to Ti, would take several days, but it was ceremonially prolonged in order that the four tributary villages of Fortress of Saphronicus might be visited......The Betrothal or Companion Journey, ceremonially, included the circuit of the four villages, in each of which a feast was held, and from each of which a wagon of produce was procured, to be added to the dowry riches to be presented to Ebullius Gaius Cassius, father of Thandar of Ti, to be included in the treasury of Ti."
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 111 & 112~
"Many of the daughters of merchants are proud sorts, for the merchants themselves, by virtue of their power, tend to vanity and pride, and agitate, justifiably or not, for the inclusion of their caste among the high castes of Gor. Their pampered daughters, protected from work and responsibility, ostentatiously garbed and elaborately educated in caste trivia, tend to be spoiled and soft."
Slave Girl of Gor, page 113~
“In taking companionship with one of the Warriors she would raise caste, for the Warriors on Gor are among the high castes, of which there are five, the Initiates, Scribes, Physicians, Builders and Warriors. In many cities only members of the high castes may belong to the city’s high council.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 113 & 114~
“It seemed strange to me, that she had addressed me as Mistress, and her fear. Then I realized the legitimacy of her fear, that of a slave girl. She was the one who had called me “Dina,” and who, when I had been bound, had kicked me. Now she was owned by my master, and she was a newer girl than I. She did not yet know the nature of the relationships in which she was now helplessly implicated, relationships which could be every bit as perilous and significant as the physical bond of steel on her wrist. Was I first girl? Was I over her? Did I have switch rights upon her body, as Eta had upon mine? Would I be cruel to her? Would I make her suffer? Would she have to please the masters incredibly, and constantly attend them, that they might perhaps be moved to shield her to some tiny extent from my vengence?”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 131~
“Slave girls compete for the attentions of masters. Each strives to be more pleasing to them than the other. The quality of a slave girl's life is commonly a direct function of her pleasingness to her master. Whether she is a treasured love slave or an ignored pot-and-floor wench depends much upon her. Gorean men, unlike the men of Earth, do not bother much with girls that are not pleasing to them.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 131 & 132~
“Masters do not much interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their own internal order among themselves.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, Page 132~
“The Lady Sabina and Thandar of Ti, according to Eta, had never seen one another, the companionship being arranged by their parents and the councils of their respective cities. In such a companionship the Lady Sabina would have raised caste, and become one of the high ladies of Ti, and of the Confederation. She had been looking forward, it was well known, with enthusiasm to her attaining this high station.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 150~
I shook with pleasure as I stood on the line, and looked at Clitus Vitellius. Within the Ta-Teera my thighs, even looking at him, were hot and damp. He did not notice me, and was talking to Thurnus. He was the sort of man who would set his terms for a woman, even a free woman. No woman, even one who was free, would be permitted to relate to him save on his terms, and on his terms alone. He would not argue, nor would he discuss, nor persuade nor negotiate; to the free woman’s horror she would understand that she must, as he saw fit, submit herself as hopelessly and will-lessly as a slave girl for his consideration. He would enter into no relationship except on his own terms. His terms were simple, that the woman be yielded to him, totally, that she be as much his, and as helplessly, though by her own free will, as any slave girl on whom he might choose to fix his collar. He would be, even in a companionship, to the scandal of Ar, master. No woman who failed to meet these understood, publicized and well-known terms would be acceptable.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 154~
I did not blame them. Had I been a free woman of Ar, I, too, would have sought such companionship. To have such a man as Clitus Vitellius I would have accepted his terms. So, too, I think would have any true woman. Surely it is better to have a true man on any terms than to have half a man, or no man at all. Men are masters; if the man be strong, the woman must submit. Given the opportunity to relate to a true man, few women will settle for less. Indeed, true women, in the belly of them, desire to submit to true men. It is an ancient instinct bred into the bellies of beautiful, feminine women.
“Remove your clothing,” would my master say to a high-born free woman, suing to be considered by him in companionship. She would do so, and be assessed. If he was not pleased, he would send her weeping from his presence, clutching the rag of a slave, to don it and return to her dwelling. If he was not displeased he would gesture to the tiles before him where there waited a goblet of slave wine which she, kneeling before him, would eagerly drink. She would serve him that night as a slave. In the morning, she, nude, would prepare and serve to him his breakfast, after which he would make fresh use of her; he would then send her from his presence, first pressing into her hand a coin, usually a copper tarsk or a silver tarsk, commensurate with the quality of her service. Such women went from his quarters proudly, clad in the full regalia of the free woman. They were not discontent. They had been touched by Clitus Vitellius. Some women claimed that they had earned from Clitus Vitellius a tarn disk of gold. Such a coin would buy several girls such as myself. Sometimes a girl, rather than be sent from his presence, would beg to be kept as a collared slave. She would then sign a document of enslavement which, after her signature was affixed, she would be powerless to alter or break, for she would then be only a slave. Clitus Vitellius would commonly keep such a girl for a few days, and then discard her, usually giving her to a friend or selling her. I wondered if such a girl, braceleted, and pulled away from him on her leash, regretted her choice. She was then in bondage, subject to chains and the whip, and the will of men. What had she then to look forward to but the degradation of the sales block, being exposed to men as a slave and being vended in a public market; being owned by a succession of hard masters, accustomed to the management of girls such as she; onerous work and strict discipline; and the continuous exploitation of her body and service? Perhaps, for a woman, the thrill of being owned and commanded, of being at the absolute mercy of a powerful man, knowing that she must obey him, and experiencing, if she be fortunate, incredible, helpless, incomparable love, of the sort which can be felt only by a completely rightless woman, fully and absolutely owned by a man, in his total bondage. But such thoughts would not be likely to be prominent in the mind of a leashed girl, helplessly braceleted, being dragged to her first sale.
I looked at my master. How magnificent he was.
His collar, I had heard, was one of the most sought collars in Ar.
When he strode through the streets free women sometimes threw themselves before him, tearing away their veils and robes, begging for his collar.
He was such a man."”
~Slave Girl of Gor, pages 154 – 155~
“Have mercy on your girl, Master!” I begged.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 174~
“You speak Gorean with an accent,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I said. “Forgive me, Master,” I begged.
“Do not change,” he said. “The accent becomes you. It marks you as different and makes you more interesting.” ~Slave Girl of Gor, page 176~
“I have abused your slave,” said Bran Loort.
“That is what slaves are for,” said Thurnus.
“We took much pleasure in her!” said Bran Loort, angrily
“Did you find her pleasing?” asked Thurnus.
“Yes,” said Bran Loort. He gripped the long, heavy staff more firmly, standing ready.
“Then,” said Thurnus, “it will not be necessary for me to beat or slay her.”
Bran Loort looked puzzled.
“Surely you know, Bran Loort,” said Thurnus, “it is the duty of a slave girl to be fully and completely pleasing to men. Were she not so she would be subject to severe punishment, including even torture and death, should it be the master’s wish.”
“We took her without your permission,” said Bran Loort.
“In this,” said Thurnus, “you have committed a breach of code.”
“It does not matter to me,” said Bran Loort.
“Neither a plow, nor a bosk, nor a girl may one man take from another, saving with the owner’s saying of it,” quoted Thurnus.
“I do not care,” said Bran Loort.
“What is it, Bran Loort, that separates men from the sleen and larls?” asked Thurnus.
“I do not know,” said Bran Loort
“It is the codes,” said Thurnus."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 226~
“I ask this free woman,” said he, indicating Sandal Thong, “for whom I muchly care, to accept me in free companionship.” There was a great cry of pleasure from the villagers.
“But Thurnus,” said she, “as I am now free do I not have. the right to refuse?”
“True,” said Thurnus, puzzled.
“Then, noble Thurnus,” said she, evenly, calmly, “I do refuse. I will not be your companion.”
Thurnus lowered the cup of paga. There was silence in the clearing.
Sandal Thong gently lowered herself to the ground, and lay on her belly before Thurnus. She took his right ankle in her hands and, holding it, pressed her lips softly down upon his foot, kissing it. She lifted her head, tears in her eyes. “Let me be instead your slave,” she said,
“I offer you companionship,” he said.
“I beg slavery,” she said.
“Why?” he asked.
“I have been in your arms, Thurnus,” she said. “In your arms I can be only a slave.”
“I do not understand,” he said.
“I would dishonor you,” she said. “In your arms I can behave only as a slave.”
“I see,” said he, caste leader of Tabuk’s Ford.
“The love I bear you, Thurnus,” she said, “is not the love of a free companion, but a hopeless slave girl’s love, a love so deep and rich that she who bears it can be only her man’s slave.”
“Serve me paga,” said Thurnus. He handed the goblet to Sandal Thong.
She took it and knelt before him, head down, proffering him the goblet. Though she was free, she served as a slave. Villagers gasped. Free women cried out, scandalized.”
~Slave Girl of Gor pages 239 & 240~
"In a man's own hut," said he, "he must be master, even though he has selected out for himself a companion. It is the part of his companion to befriend and aid him, not to insult and drive him."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 241~
“Long ago I loved you,” she said, “but as a free woman. Then, for years I did not love you, but despised you. Now again, after long years, I feel love for you, only now it is the shameful, helpless love of a bond girl for her master.”
“In the morning you will be whipped,” said Thurnus.
“Yes, Master,” she said. She looked up at him. “You are strong,” she said, “and masterful. You are a great man, whether you are a district leader or not. My freedom blinded me to your manhood and your worth. I saw you not for the things you were but for the things you might, enhancing my own person, become. I saw you not as a man but as an instrument of my own perceptions and ambitions. I regret that I did not, in my companionship, relish and celebrate what you were, rather than an image of what you might become. I never truly knew you. I knew only the image of my own invention. I never truly looked at you. Had I done so, I might have seen you."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 242~
“Stand as a slave,” he said.
I stood beautifully, back straight, head high, belly sucked in, hip turned. No woman can stand more beautifully than as a gorean slave girl.
“Excellant,” said Ladletender, smacking his lips."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 249~
"I am putting you out into the village as village slave," he said. "At night you will be confined in a sleen cage. During the day you will feed on what men will throw you. Each day you will serve a different hut in the village."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 242~
“Kneel before the mirror.”
I did so.“There are one hundred and eleven basic shades of slave lipstick,” said Sucha. “Much depends on the mood of the master.”……………………
Later many of the other girls joined us in the room of preparation, for they must serve, as I.
“In five Ehn,” cried a man from outside, “you must be in the hall of the feast.”
The girls cried out nervously, making last minute additions or adjustments to their jewelries and silks. Some intently applied cosmetics. Two nearly fought over a small disk of eye shadow, but the whip of Sucha, lowered between them, divided them.………………………
I looked at the incredibly lovely girl in the mirror, she bedecked in a rope of red silk, made-up, perfumed, vulnerable, soft, with armlets, and bracelets, golden beads intertwined in the Turian collar.
“She is beautiful,” I whispered. Sucha had much helped me.
“Rather pretty for a peddler’s girl,” smiled Sucha.
“I am afraid,” I said
“Do not be afraid,” said Sucha
“What are my duties?” I asked.
“Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience,” said Sucha."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 261~
"I rose to my feet and went to the slave room to fetch the hook bracelets, leather cuffs with locks on them, and snaps; they are soft and the snaps, as opposed to the cuffs require no key; some men enjoy them on their slaves; by means of the snaps the girl may be variously secured by the locked cuffs, her hands being fastened behind her or before her, or perhaps to her collar."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 297~
"There were small cages, lashed down on the deck of slave ships…..The sailors may, for their pleasure, gaze upon the lovely prisoners of the cages…...They are readily available. A cage door need only be opened and the girl pulled to the deck."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 317~
"How ugly you are, Below-Deck Girl," said one of the girls in a small deck cage.
I looked at her. She was auburn-haired, and, like all the slave girls on the Clouds of Telnus, whether cage girls or below-deck girls, stripped; girls are not permitted clothing on a slave ship. She was sitting with her knees drawn up in the tiny cage. She could not completely stretch her body."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 322~
"I wore the belled collar, and belled ankle ring, of the tavern, and a bit of black silk."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 340~
“I ran to the merchant and knelt before him. I pointed to the male slave. “He looked upon me!” I cried. “Have you permission to speak?” He asked. “May a girl speak?” I asked, frightened. “Yes,” he said….I pointed again to the male slave “He dared to look upon me,” I said…….
“You are too good for him?" asked the merchant.
"Yes," I said. I then realized this was not the proper thing to say. But I had said it.
"You are both animals," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"But you are a female," he said.
"Yes Master," I said.
"And he," he said, "though slave is yet male."
"Yes Master," I whispered.
"And is not the male animal the master of the female animal?" he asked.
"Yes Master," I said. I knew that male dominance was pervasive among mammals, and that it was universal among primates. It can be frustrated only by an extensive and complex conditioning program, one adequate, over a period of years, to distort the order of nature.
"Do you find this slave of interest?" asked the master of the male slave.
He shrugged. "She is small," he said.
I looked at him, frightened.
"But she is not without interest," he conceded.
"Do you think you can catch her?" asked the master.
"Of course," said the male slave.
I rose to my feet frightened. I began to back away.
"She is yours," said the master.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 345~
"Notes had been taken by a thin, blond slave girl in a brief, blue tunic."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 381~
"I undid the five buttons, red, which ran from the throat of the garment to the waist. Buttons, interestingly, were a relatively recent innovation in some Gorean slavewear. They are not used on the garments of free persons. Most Gorean garments do not have buttons, but are slipped on, or held with brooches or pins. Hooks, however, are used with some frequency. Buttons, interestingly, are regarded as rather sensuous on Gor. Buttons, obviously, may be unbuttoned, or cut away with a knife, thus revealing the slave. Many masters do not permit a girl to button her tunic in the privacy of their compartments."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 417~
“Besides,” he said, “you were only of the merchants. It is unseemly for a Warrior to take as a companion the daughter of a merchant. I detest the politics which seemed to make such a match expedient. Surely I was not consulted in the negotiations.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 421~
"I looked up into his eyes. Then I was frightened. I saw that he was a Gorean master. However much he might hold me in regard, however much he might desire me, I saw that I could be to him only a helpless slave girl. Whatever might be his feelings for me I saw that he would have me only at his feet as a slave. I would be uncompromisingly owned. He would have all, fully, from me. I would not be permitted to hold anything back, ever. He would be master, and I slave."
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 437~
“I was collared. He had not been angry with me. He had only been punishing me. I had deserved a whipping. He had given it to me.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 438~
I was the only girl in his compartments. I well understood the meaning of this. He had chosen the perfection of one man, the complete master, and one woman, the total slave. It is called the perfect bondage, each all and perfect to the other.
It is right for some men, and not for others. Much depends on whether the man has met his perfect slave and the woman her perfect master.”
~Slave Girl of Gor, page 442~"
"A woman can love only that man to whom she truly belongs."
"To whom do you truly belong, slave?" he asked.
"To you, Master." I said.”
~ Slave Girl of Gor, page 444~