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~Beasts of Gor~
Written by John Norman
Copyright 1978 by John Norman
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
On Gor, the other world in Earth's orbit, the term beast can mean any of three things:
First, there are the Kurii, the monsters from space who are about to invade that world.
Second, there are the Gorean warriors, men whose fighting ferocity is incomparable.
Third, there are the slave girls, who are both beasts of burden and objects of desire.
All three kinds of beasts come into action in this thrilling novel as the Kurii establish their first beachhead on Gor's polar cap. Here is a John Norman epic that takes Tarl Cabot from the canals of Port Kar to the taverns of Lydius, the tents of the Sardar Fair, and to a grand climax among the red hunters of the Arctic ice pack.
~Inside~
The Northern Lights spun and played in the sky. It was quiet and desolate and cold. Then suddenly Imnak cried out, pointing upward.
In the lights in the sky, in those shimmering, subtle, shifting streaks and curtains of light, some hundreds of miles in height, clearly portrayed, though it was for a moment only, was the gigantic hideous visage of a Kur.
There was no mistaking that towering face etched in the auroral lights against the darkness. Its outline was shaggy. Its eyes seemed to blaze, as though fires burned behind them. Its mouth was fanged. Then the visage faded and disappeared, and the aurora too and we saw only the stars and the polar night.
I looked up at the sky, and smiled to myself. I had come, after long trekking, to the brink of the camp of my enemy, to the brink of the camp of Half-Ear.
"I think, Imnak," I said, " that I am close to finding he whom I have sought."
"Perhaps, already he has found you," said Imnak.
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~Quotations from the book, Beasts of Gor~
"You may judge and scorn the Goreans if you wish. Know as well, however, that they judge and scorn you. They fulfill themselves as you do not. Hate them for their pride and power. They will pity you for your shame and weakness."
~Beasts of Gor, page 11~
"Slave girls relish compliments. Indeed there is a Gorean saying to the effect that any woman who relishes a compliment is in her heart a slave girl. She wants to please. Most Gorean men would not think twice about collaring a girl who responds, smiling, to compliments. A desire to please her Master. When she is complimented she knows she has pleased him."
~Beasts of Gor, page 17~
"You are a monster, Captain," he laughed.
"I am of the warriors," I said.
"I know your sort,” he said. “It is the fight you relish. What a wicked sort you are, and yet how useful!"
I shrugged.
"You see a fight you want, you take it," he said. "You see a woman you like, you take her."
"Perhaps if she pleased me," I said.
"You would do as you wished," he said.
"Of course," I said.
"Warrior!" said he.
"Yes, Warrior,” I said"
~Beasts of Gor, page 33~
"On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth."
~Beasts of Gor, page 54~
"It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave. Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality."
~Beasts of Gor, Page 55~
"The tunics were white, with deep, plunging necklines, well revealing and setting off the collars, completely sleeveless, and terribly brief."
~Beasts of Gor, page 64~
"A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant."
~Beasts of Gor, page 104~
"When the Physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchants wounds, he left. With him the majority of the watchers withdrew as well. The Scribe had paid the Physician from a small iron box, taken from a locked trunk, a tarsk bit."
~Beasts of Gor, page 104~
"A filling found in a tooth is usually a sign of an Earth girl. It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls. Cavities are rare in Goreans because of their simple diet and the general absence of cruel emotional stress, with its physiological and chemical consequences, during puberty."
~Beasts of Gor pages 154 & 155~
"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly, and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them.
"Then when one wishes," I said, "one puts them again on their knees."
~Beasts of Gor, page 203~
”Imnak, since he had acquired Poalu, had scarcely glanced at his two white-skinned slave beasts. It was not that he had meant to be cruel. It was rather that he was simply otherwise occupied. And even had he thought of it, their deprivation would not have been of concern to him, for they were only animals.
Both girls would kneel to one side, stripped, awaiting the outcome of the bone gambling. Sometimes I won, and sometimes Imnak won. When Imnak won he might have the use of Arlene, if he chose, or a tabuk steak. Not unoften, to my amusement and Arlene’s outrage, Imnak would select the steak. As I explained to her this was not because there was anything intrinsically lacking in her but because Imnak had eyes only, or generally, for Poalu. He was usually anxious to get his little red slave into the furs. His little slave was forced to compensate him well, indeed, a thousandfold and more, for the frustrating years of her freedom and arrogance. Interestingly, too, she did not seem to mind.
Both Barbara and Audrey had knelt to the side, awaiting the outcome of the sport.
Since the coming of Poalu to the tent life had become hard for them. It was not that Poalu, though she was first girl, and firm, was cruel to them, but rather simply that Imnak now had little time for them and paid them scant attention.
Unfortunately, before the coming of Poalu to the tent, both girls had been brought to the second stage of slavery. The first stage is knowing they must obey, the second stage is needing the touch of a man.
Imnak now seldom touched them.
Their needs, accordingly, were much on them.
Freedom permits a woman to live without men. Slavery makes a woman need a man’s touch. The sexuality of a free woman is largely inert; the sexuality of a slave girl, on the other hand, has been deliberately and seriously activated. Men, as it has pleased them, have done this to her. They have, as masters, careless of the consequences of their actions, awakened the poor girl’s sexuality; it can never then, regardless of the torment and misery it may inflict upon her, return to sleep. It has been made hot and alive. She is no longer free; her freedom is gone; she is now only an ignited slave. Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women, but it is also a force within her which she must fear, for it puts her so helplessly at the mercy of masters. The aroused sexuality of the slave girl is surely the strongest of the chains with which she is bound. Some slave girls, lovely fugitives, have been recaptured simply because they have thrown themselves whimpering at the feet of a man on a road, begging his touch, One of the most humiliating things that can occur to a slave girl is to find herself on her belly, unbidden, moaning, crawling to the feet of a hated master. She puts her lips to his feet. "I beg your touch, Master," she says.
The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she cannot see, a sound she cannot hear.”
~Beasts of Gor, pages 224 & 225~
"It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave.
Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is a good reason for this; she is, you see, a love slave; no woman can be more in a man’s power; and with no woman must he be stronger."
~Beasts of Gor, page 236~
"Are most Gorean women slaves?" she asked.
"No," I said, "Indeed, statistically, in those parts of Gor which I am familiar, very few." Commonly only one woman in, say, forty or fifty is a slave. This varies somewhat, of course, from city to city."
~Beasts of Gor, Page 246~
“I looked about. Many of the women were laughing, and the men, too. Poalu, I saw was beside Imnak. I suspected they had cheated…..The lamps were relit. The women who had been caught by given men must now serve them.
In the hours that followed this game was played again, and again, five times in all, interrupted by feasting……
“I note,” I said, “that Poalu is bringing meat to Imnak.”
“That makes five times in a row,’ smiled Arlene, looking up at me.
“Yes,” I said.
“It is possible he has not played the game fairly” she smiled.
“Yes,” I said, “I think that is possible.”
~Beasts of Gor, page 272 and 273~
"Let us flee, Master," wept Arlene.
"I am of the Warriors," I told her.……………
"Flee!" she said.
"I am of the Warriors," I said.
"But you may die," she said.”
"That is acknowledged in the codes," I said.
"What are the codes?" she asked.
"They are nothing and, and everything," I said. "They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii."
"Kurii?" she asked
"Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse," I said. "Beasts such as the face you saw in the sky."
"You need not keep the codes," she said.
"I once betrayed my codes," I said. "It is not my intention to do so again." I looked at her. "One does not know, truly, what it is to stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand."
"None would know if you betrayed the codes," she said.
"I would know," I said, "and I am of the Warriors."
"What is it to be a warrior?" she asked.
"It is to keep the codes," I said. "You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance, but these things are not truly needful; they are not, truly what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm which makes a warrior."
She looked at me.
"It is the codes," I said.
"Abandon your codes," she said.
"One does not speak to a slave of the codes," I said."
~Beasts of Gor, page 340~
“I am of the Warriors,” I said. “I will take by the sword what women please me.”
~Beasts of Gor, page 348~
“I am sorry, Master,” she said. Our lips were quite close. With the tip of my tongue I touched her lips. Some slave cosmetics are flavored. “Does Master enjoy my taste?” she asked. “The lipstick is flavored,” I said. “I know,” she said. “It reminds me of the cherries of Tyros,” I said. “I do not know what the flavor is,” she said, “but it is lovely, is it not?” “Yes,” I said. “Taste your slave again, “she begged. I kissed her."
~Beasts of Gor, page 349~
"She was very slender, and exquisite, in the sheath of green silk."
~Beasts of Gor, page 403~
“I have put you in red silk,” I said. “Is it appropriate?”
“It certainly is not!” she said.
“Perhaps it soon will be,” I said"
~Beasts of Gor, page 405~
"I looked at the girl. I nodded to her to approach me.
She did so.
I held my left hand open, at my waist.
She stiffened, and looked at me, angrily.
I opened and closed my left hand once. I saw her training in Gorean customs had been thorough. But she never thought that such a gesture would be used to her. She came beside me, and a bit behind me,and, crouching, put her head down, deeply.
I fastened my hand in her hair. She winced. Women are helpless in this position."
~Beasts of Gor, page 409~
Written by John Norman
Copyright 1978 by John Norman
(Daw Books, Inc.)
~Back Cover~
On Gor, the other world in Earth's orbit, the term beast can mean any of three things:
First, there are the Kurii, the monsters from space who are about to invade that world.
Second, there are the Gorean warriors, men whose fighting ferocity is incomparable.
Third, there are the slave girls, who are both beasts of burden and objects of desire.
All three kinds of beasts come into action in this thrilling novel as the Kurii establish their first beachhead on Gor's polar cap. Here is a John Norman epic that takes Tarl Cabot from the canals of Port Kar to the taverns of Lydius, the tents of the Sardar Fair, and to a grand climax among the red hunters of the Arctic ice pack.
~Inside~
The Northern Lights spun and played in the sky. It was quiet and desolate and cold. Then suddenly Imnak cried out, pointing upward.
In the lights in the sky, in those shimmering, subtle, shifting streaks and curtains of light, some hundreds of miles in height, clearly portrayed, though it was for a moment only, was the gigantic hideous visage of a Kur.
There was no mistaking that towering face etched in the auroral lights against the darkness. Its outline was shaggy. Its eyes seemed to blaze, as though fires burned behind them. Its mouth was fanged. Then the visage faded and disappeared, and the aurora too and we saw only the stars and the polar night.
I looked up at the sky, and smiled to myself. I had come, after long trekking, to the brink of the camp of my enemy, to the brink of the camp of Half-Ear.
"I think, Imnak," I said, " that I am close to finding he whom I have sought."
"Perhaps, already he has found you," said Imnak.
*******************************************************************************************
~Quotations from the book, Beasts of Gor~
"You may judge and scorn the Goreans if you wish. Know as well, however, that they judge and scorn you. They fulfill themselves as you do not. Hate them for their pride and power. They will pity you for your shame and weakness."
~Beasts of Gor, page 11~
"Slave girls relish compliments. Indeed there is a Gorean saying to the effect that any woman who relishes a compliment is in her heart a slave girl. She wants to please. Most Gorean men would not think twice about collaring a girl who responds, smiling, to compliments. A desire to please her Master. When she is complimented she knows she has pleased him."
~Beasts of Gor, page 17~
"You are a monster, Captain," he laughed.
"I am of the warriors," I said.
"I know your sort,” he said. “It is the fight you relish. What a wicked sort you are, and yet how useful!"
I shrugged.
"You see a fight you want, you take it," he said. "You see a woman you like, you take her."
"Perhaps if she pleased me," I said.
"You would do as you wished," he said.
"Of course," I said.
"Warrior!" said he.
"Yes, Warrior,” I said"
~Beasts of Gor, page 33~
"On a rounded wooden block a naked slave girl knelt, her wrists braceleted behind her. Her head was back. One of the physicians was cleaning her teeth."
~Beasts of Gor, page 54~
"It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave. Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality."
~Beasts of Gor, Page 55~
"The tunics were white, with deep, plunging necklines, well revealing and setting off the collars, completely sleeveless, and terribly brief."
~Beasts of Gor, page 64~
"A physician entered the booth, with his kit slung over the shoulder of his green robes. He began to attend to the merchant."
~Beasts of Gor, page 104~
"When the Physician had finished the cleansing, chemical sterilization and dressing of the merchants wounds, he left. With him the majority of the watchers withdrew as well. The Scribe had paid the Physician from a small iron box, taken from a locked trunk, a tarsk bit."
~Beasts of Gor, page 104~
"A filling found in a tooth is usually a sign of an Earth girl. It is not an infallible sign, however, for not all Earth girls have fillings and some dental work is done upon occasion by the caste of physicians on Gorean girls. Cavities are rare in Goreans because of their simple diet and the general absence of cruel emotional stress, with its physiological and chemical consequences, during puberty."
~Beasts of Gor pages 154 & 155~
"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her, to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly, and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk with them.
"Then when one wishes," I said, "one puts them again on their knees."
~Beasts of Gor, page 203~
”Imnak, since he had acquired Poalu, had scarcely glanced at his two white-skinned slave beasts. It was not that he had meant to be cruel. It was rather that he was simply otherwise occupied. And even had he thought of it, their deprivation would not have been of concern to him, for they were only animals.
Both girls would kneel to one side, stripped, awaiting the outcome of the bone gambling. Sometimes I won, and sometimes Imnak won. When Imnak won he might have the use of Arlene, if he chose, or a tabuk steak. Not unoften, to my amusement and Arlene’s outrage, Imnak would select the steak. As I explained to her this was not because there was anything intrinsically lacking in her but because Imnak had eyes only, or generally, for Poalu. He was usually anxious to get his little red slave into the furs. His little slave was forced to compensate him well, indeed, a thousandfold and more, for the frustrating years of her freedom and arrogance. Interestingly, too, she did not seem to mind.
Both Barbara and Audrey had knelt to the side, awaiting the outcome of the sport.
Since the coming of Poalu to the tent life had become hard for them. It was not that Poalu, though she was first girl, and firm, was cruel to them, but rather simply that Imnak now had little time for them and paid them scant attention.
Unfortunately, before the coming of Poalu to the tent, both girls had been brought to the second stage of slavery. The first stage is knowing they must obey, the second stage is needing the touch of a man.
Imnak now seldom touched them.
Their needs, accordingly, were much on them.
Freedom permits a woman to live without men. Slavery makes a woman need a man’s touch. The sexuality of a free woman is largely inert; the sexuality of a slave girl, on the other hand, has been deliberately and seriously activated. Men, as it has pleased them, have done this to her. They have, as masters, careless of the consequences of their actions, awakened the poor girl’s sexuality; it can never then, regardless of the torment and misery it may inflict upon her, return to sleep. It has been made hot and alive. She is no longer free; her freedom is gone; she is now only an ignited slave. Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women, but it is also a force within her which she must fear, for it puts her so helplessly at the mercy of masters. The aroused sexuality of the slave girl is surely the strongest of the chains with which she is bound. Some slave girls, lovely fugitives, have been recaptured simply because they have thrown themselves whimpering at the feet of a man on a road, begging his touch, One of the most humiliating things that can occur to a slave girl is to find herself on her belly, unbidden, moaning, crawling to the feet of a hated master. She puts her lips to his feet. "I beg your touch, Master," she says.
The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she cannot see, a sound she cannot hear.”
~Beasts of Gor, pages 224 & 225~
"It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave.
Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is a good reason for this; she is, you see, a love slave; no woman can be more in a man’s power; and with no woman must he be stronger."
~Beasts of Gor, page 236~
"Are most Gorean women slaves?" she asked.
"No," I said, "Indeed, statistically, in those parts of Gor which I am familiar, very few." Commonly only one woman in, say, forty or fifty is a slave. This varies somewhat, of course, from city to city."
~Beasts of Gor, Page 246~
“I looked about. Many of the women were laughing, and the men, too. Poalu, I saw was beside Imnak. I suspected they had cheated…..The lamps were relit. The women who had been caught by given men must now serve them.
In the hours that followed this game was played again, and again, five times in all, interrupted by feasting……
“I note,” I said, “that Poalu is bringing meat to Imnak.”
“That makes five times in a row,’ smiled Arlene, looking up at me.
“Yes,” I said.
“It is possible he has not played the game fairly” she smiled.
“Yes,” I said, “I think that is possible.”
~Beasts of Gor, page 272 and 273~
"Let us flee, Master," wept Arlene.
"I am of the Warriors," I told her.……………
"Flee!" she said.
"I am of the Warriors," I said.
"But you may die," she said.”
"That is acknowledged in the codes," I said.
"What are the codes?" she asked.
"They are nothing and, and everything," I said. "They are a bit of noise, and the steel of the heart. They are meaningless, and all significant. They are the difference. Without the codes men would be Kurii."
"Kurii?" she asked
"Beasts, such as ice beasts, and worse," I said. "Beasts such as the face you saw in the sky."
"You need not keep the codes," she said.
"I once betrayed my codes," I said. "It is not my intention to do so again." I looked at her. "One does not know, truly, what it is to stand, until one has fallen. Once one has fallen, then one knows, you see, what it is to stand."
"None would know if you betrayed the codes," she said.
"I would know," I said, "and I am of the Warriors."
"What is it to be a warrior?" she asked.
"It is to keep the codes," I said. "You may think that to be a warrior is to be large, or strong, and to be skilled with weapons, to have a blade at your hip, to know the grasp of the spear, to wear the scarlet, to know the fitting of the iron helm upon one's countenance, but these things are not truly needful; they are not, truly what makes one man a warrior and another not. Many men are strong, and large, and skilled with weapons. Any man might, if he dared, don the scarlet and gird himself with weapons. Any man might place upon his brow the helm of iron. But it is not the scarlet, not the steel, not the helm which makes a warrior."
She looked at me.
"It is the codes," I said.
"Abandon your codes," she said.
"One does not speak to a slave of the codes," I said."
~Beasts of Gor, page 340~
“I am of the Warriors,” I said. “I will take by the sword what women please me.”
~Beasts of Gor, page 348~
“I am sorry, Master,” she said. Our lips were quite close. With the tip of my tongue I touched her lips. Some slave cosmetics are flavored. “Does Master enjoy my taste?” she asked. “The lipstick is flavored,” I said. “I know,” she said. “It reminds me of the cherries of Tyros,” I said. “I do not know what the flavor is,” she said, “but it is lovely, is it not?” “Yes,” I said. “Taste your slave again, “she begged. I kissed her."
~Beasts of Gor, page 349~
"She was very slender, and exquisite, in the sheath of green silk."
~Beasts of Gor, page 403~
“I have put you in red silk,” I said. “Is it appropriate?”
“It certainly is not!” she said.
“Perhaps it soon will be,” I said"
~Beasts of Gor, page 405~
"I looked at the girl. I nodded to her to approach me.
She did so.
I held my left hand open, at my waist.
She stiffened, and looked at me, angrily.
I opened and closed my left hand once. I saw her training in Gorean customs had been thorough. But she never thought that such a gesture would be used to her. She came beside me, and a bit behind me,and, crouching, put her head down, deeply.
I fastened my hand in her hair. She winced. Women are helpless in this position."
~Beasts of Gor, page 409~