Gorean Slaves differ in many ways, each serving a different purpose, each having unique qualities then another. Some are used for pleasure, some for work, some for cooking and some merely to look at. Depending on the preference of the Master and his use of a slave, girls are sought out for different reasons. Luckily for Masters wishing a particular slave, there is a vast variety to choose from. Certain slaves are only good for one thing, however, slaves can be taught.
Barbarian " 'Are many Gorean slave girls of Earth origin?' she asked. 'I assume all human Goreans are of Earth origin,' I said. 'I mean,' she said, 'like me, a girl born and raised on Earth, and then brought to Gor as a slave.' 'Statistically,' I said, 'surely few. How many I would not know.' 'Ten,' she asked, 'twenty?' 'Perhaps some four or five thousand,' I said. 'I would not know.' Such a number, I conjectured, would not even be missed in a population which teemed like that of Earth." Beasts of Gor, page 247
Bath Girls Beneath the toweling Nela wore nothing; about her neck, rather than a common slave collar, she like the other bath girls, wore a chain and plate. On her plate was the legend: I am Nela of the Capacian Baths. Pool of Blue Flowers. I cost one tarsk. Nela was an expensive girl, thought there were pools where the girls cost as much as a silver tarn disk. The tarsk is a silver coin, worth forty copper tarn disks. All the girls in the Pool of Blue Flowers cost the same, except novices in training who would go for ten or fifteen copper tarn disks. There were dozens of pools in the vast, spreading Capacian Baths. In some of the larger pools the girls went as cheaply as one copper tarn disk. For the fee one was entitled to use the girl as he wished for as long as he wished, his use of course, limited by the hours of the pool’s closing. The first time I had seen Nela, several days ago, she had been playing in the pool alone, rolling about. It took but one glance and I dove into the water swam to her, seized her by the ankle and dragged her under, kissing her, rolling about beneath the surface. I liked the lips and feel of her and when we broke surface, she and I laughing, I asked her how much she went for. “For a tarsk,”she laughed, and turned about, looking at me, “but you will have to catch me first.” I knew this game of the bath girls, as though they, mere slaves, would dare to truly flee from one who pursued them, and I laughed, and she, too, sensing my understanding, laughed. The girl commonly pretends to swim away but is outdistanced and captured. I knew that few men could, if a bath girl did not wish it, come close to them in the water. They spend much of the day in the water and , it is said, are more at ease in that element than the Cosian song fish.
Assassins of Gor, pages 158 - 166...
Below Deck Girls ...The girls in the deck cages are permitted to keep their hair. The hair of the below-deck girls, mercifully, is shaved off; indeed, our body hair, too, was shaved off, completely. These precautions prevent, to a great extent, the nesting of ship lice...
Slave Girl of Gor, 16:321
Bond Maids "The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid."
Marauders of Gor, page 44
Bred Slaves "I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves. It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been..." Tarnsman of Gor, page 61
Chamber Slave "As I had expected about her white throat there was fastened, graceful and gleaming, the slender, close-fitting collar of a Gorean slave girl.
It was a collar ike most others, of steel, secured with a small, heavy lock which closed behind the girl's neck.
'You see', said the girl, 'I did not lie to you.'
'Your demeanor,' I said, 'does not suggest that of a slave girl.'
She rose to her feet and backed away, her hands at the shoulders of her robe.
'Nonetheless,' she said, 'I am a slave girl.' She turned away, 'Do you wish to see my brand?' she asked, comtemptuously.
'No,' I said.
So she was a slave girl.
But on her collar there was not written the name of her owner and his city, as I would have expected. Instead I had read there only the Gorean numeral which would correspond to '708'.
'You may do with me what you please' said the girl, turning to face me. 'as long as you are in this room I belong to you.'
'I don't understand,' I said.
'I am a Chamber Slave,' she said.
'I don't understand,' I said.
'It means,' she said,irritably, 'that I am confined to this room, and that I am the slave of whoever enters the room.'
'But surely you can leave,' I said.
I gestured to the massive portal which, empty of the door or gate, led only too clearly into the corridor beyond.
'No,' she said bitterly, 'I cannot leave.' I arose and walked through the portal and found myself in a long stone passageway beyond it which stretched as far as I could see in either direction. It was lit with energy bulbs. Standing in the passageway outside the room I extended my hand to the girl. 'Come,' I said. 'there is no danger.'
She ran to the far wall and crouched against the it, 'No,' she cried.
I gathered her in my arms and she fought like a she-larl, screaming, I wanted to convince her that there was no danger, that her fears were groundless. Her fingernails clawed across my face.
I was angered and I swept from her feet so she was helpless in my arms.
I began to carry her toward the portal.
'Please.' she whispered, her voice hoarse with terror. 'Please, Master, no, no, Master!.'
She sounded so piteous that I abandoned my plan and released her, though I was irritated by her fear.
She collapsed at my feet, shaking and whimpering,and put her head to my knee. 'Look!,' she said, pointing to the great threshold.
I looked but I saw nothing other then the stone sides of the portal and on each side three rounded red domes, of perhaps four inches width apiece.
'They are harmless,' I said, for I had passed them with safety. To demonstate this I again left the chamber.
Outsife the chamber, carved over the portal, I saw something I had not noted before. In Gorean notation, the numeral '708' was carved above the door. I now understood the meaning of the numeral on the girl's collar. I re-entered the chamber. 'You see, I said, 'they are harmless.'
'For you,' she said, 'not for me.'
'Why not,' I asked.
'There,' she said, pointing to the small rounded domes set in the sides of the portal.
'I don't understand,' I said.
She moved from my arms and approached the portal. When she was within perhaps a yard of the exit the small red domes began to glow."
Priest Kings of Gor, pages 35 - 39
Coin Girl "The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
"I continued to walk up the Street of the Writhing Slave. Such girls, now, as it was late, past the nineteenth Ahn, would surely, at least for the most part, be chained in their basement kennels, lying on their straw mats, trying to sleep, clutching their thin blankets about their nude bodies."
Guardsman of Gor, page 144
" 'It is late,' said the girl with the leash. 'It is past the nineteenth Ahn. That you should be out now is even against the agreements of the renters of Coin Girls.'
Guardsman of Gor, page 149
Dancing Slave Dancers bring high prices on Gor. Some slavers specialize in dancers, renting them, and buying and selling them. Two such houses in Ar are those of Kelsius and Aurelius. Some say that the finest dancers on Gor are found in Ar; others say that they are found in Port Kar, and others that they are in the Tahari, or in Tuna. These controversies, I think, are fruitless. I have been in many cities and in each I have found marvelous dancers. The matter is further complicated by the buying and selling of girls and their shipment, as merchandise, among cities. A dancer has usually had many masters; her fair throat has been graced by many collars. In some cities if a dancer is not thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she is thrown to the patrons of the tavern to be torn to pieces or beaten. If she is thought to have been sufficiently pleasing she may be auctioned, for the period of an Ahn, to the highest bidder.
Explorers of Gor, 33:343
Display Slave I felt the collar on my throat. It was the collar of Ionicus. I was a work slave. Yet, tonight, I had not served as a work slave, but a pleasure slave. Too, Aulus had chained me at his stirrup. He had used me as a display slave, to enhance his appearance, to add to the effect he might make when he came into the presence of Pietro Vacchi. It is a use for slaves. I was proud that I had been put at his stirrup. In such small ways a slave may gather that she is exciting and beautiful....
Dancer of Gor, 27:367
First Girl " 'You are 1st girl,' I told Constance.
'Yes, Master' she said. 'Constance is 1st girl,' I told her who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Yes, Master', said she who had been the Lady Tina of Lydius.
'Address her as Mistress,' I told the former free girl.
'Mistress,' said she who had been the former Lady Tina of Lydius, frightened, to Constance.
'Slave,' responded Constance to her, confirming the former free woman as second girl.
...the two girls, the blond and the brunet, first girl and second girl, yet both really new slaves, neither of whom had as yet even been branded." Beasts of Gor, page 135
Flute Girl "This is not unusual at an inn. The proportions, then, would be one part paga to five parts water. Commonly, at a paga tavern, the paga would be cut less, or not cut at all. When wine is drunk with Gorean meals, at home, incidentally, it is almost always diluted, mixed with water in a krater. At a party of convivial supper the host, or elected feast master, usually determines the proportions of water to wine. Unmixed wine, of course, may be drunk, for example, at the parties of young men, at which might appear dancers, flute slaves and such. Many Gorean wines, it might be mentioned, if only by way of explanation, are very strong, often having an alcohol content by volume of forty to fifty percent."
Renegades of Gor, page 70
Guard Slave " ...too, a free person on Gor is almost never in any danger from a slave unless it be a guard slave, and he is attacking it's Master." Kajira of Gor, pg 123
House Slave ...I knelt small there by the table, trembling, my head down. I knew I had done wrong, daring to touch Milo, I, he so favored by the master and I only a house slave, but I had been unable to help myself....
Magicians of Gor, 19:312
kajiru "The brand itself, in the case of the girls, is a rather graceful mark, being the initial letter of the Gorean expression for slave in cursive script. If a male is branded, the same initial is used, but in a block letter."
Outlaw of Gor, pages 186 - 187
"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"
Assassin of Gor, page 51 " 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.
'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "
Explorers of Gor, page 125
Kettle Slave On her throat as well were wound the five coils of binding fiber, declaring her slave. Of the four girls only she did not wear silk, for she was only a Kettle Slave. She wore a brief tunic only of rep-cloth, already stained with grease and the spatterings of the kitchen. Her hair was not combed, and there was dirt on her knees and face. Her face was tired, and strained, and red, flushed from the heat of the cooking fires. Her hands had been blistered from scrubbing and burned from the cooking, roughened and reddened from the cleaning and the washing of the bowls and goblets. I found great pleasure in seeing the proud Telima, who had been my Mistress, as mere Kettle Slave.
Raiders of Gor, 9:112
Lure Girl ...Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by "lure girls," slaves who serve as bait for captains who need crewmen, masters of work gangs, and such. Such work can be very dangerous, given the astuteness of many Gorean masters....
Dancer of Gor, 13:244
Male Slaves "Gorean men do not surrender their birthright as males, their rightful dominance, their appropriate mastery. They do not choose to be dictated to by females."
Magicians of Gor, page 51 "A male slave can be slain for touching a free woman."
Kajira of Gor, page 144 "For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains.”
Nomads of Gor, page 30 "The brand itself, in the case of the girls, is a rather graceful mark, being the initial letter of the Gorean expression for slave in cursive script. If a male is branded, the same initial is used, but rendered in a block letter."
Outlaw of Gor, page 187
Mat and Kettle Slave ...At the minor blocks in the small houses, or even the minor blocks in the Curulean, sales are conducted with a swiftness and dispatch that gives the girl little time to interest and impress buyers, with the result that even a very fine girl, to her indignation and shame, may be sold for only an average price to an average buyer, who may use her for little more than, as it is said, kettle and mat.Assassin of Gor, 9:112
Mul "I am Mul-Al-Ka," said one, "honored slave of the glorious Priest-Kings." "I am Mul-Ba-Ta," said the other, "honored slave of the glorious Priest-Kings." "In the Nest," said Misk, "the expression 'Mul' is used to designate a human slave."
Priest-Kings of Gor, 12:94
Paga Slave I noted that Tendite now, again, served in the tavern. I noted, too, that, clad in yellow silk, belled on the left ankle, as another paga girl, the dancer, she whom Thurnock had sported with, too, carried a vessel of paga about. When she was not dancing, Sarpedon, I gathered, used her as a common paga slave, not unlike the others. It was more economical, I supposed, to do so.
"Greetings, Captain," said Thurnock.
"Greetings, Captain," said Rim.
Both men seemed well relaxed.
I nodded with my head toward the dancer, now serving as a common paga slave. I did not wish my men to be cheated. "How much did she cost you?" I asked Thurnock.
"Since, when not dancing, she serves with the common slaves," said Thurnock, "she came, like the others, for the price of a cup of paga."
Hunters of Gor, 4:62
Pierced Ear Slave Another custom, long practiced in the far south, below the Gorean equator, in Turia, for example, is the piercing of the ears of the female slave; this custom, though of long standing in the far south, did not begin to spread with rapidity in the north until, again, it was introduced in Ar. At a feast Marlenus, as a special treat for his high officers, presented before them a dancer, a female slave, whose ears had been pierced. She had worn, in her degradation, golden loops in her ears; she had not been able, even, to finish her dance; at a sign from Marlenus she had been seized, thrown to the tiles on which she had danced, and raped by more than a hundred men. Ear piercing, from this time, had begun to spread rapidly through the north, masters, and slavers, often inflicting it on their girls. Interestingly, the piercing of the septum, for the insertion of a nose ring, is regarded, generally, a great deal more lightly by female slaves than the piercing of the ears. Perhaps this is partly because, in the far south, the free women of the Wagon Peoples wear nose rings; perhaps it is because the piercing does not show; I do not know. The piercing of the ears, however, is regarded as being the epitome of a slave girl's degradation. Any woman, it is said, with pierced ears, is a slave girl.
Marauders of Gor, 8:113
Pleasure Slave "I remembered, too, the girls in the last tavern, if it was a tavern, lascivious in their dancing silks, pleasure slaves bred like animals for passion. If there were natural slaves and natural free men, as the Older Tarl had insisted, those girls were natural slaves. It was impossible to conceive of them as other than they had been..."
Tarnsman of Gor, page 61
Red Silk "Cernus smiled. 'Our Physicians ascertained,' said he, 'that she is only a Red Silk Girl.'
'I scarcely supposed,' said I, 'that you would permit a White Silk girl to go alone on the streets of Ar.'
Cernus chuckled. 'Indeed not,' he said. 'The risk is too much, sometimes as much as ten gold pieces.'" Assassin of Gor, page 45
Seduction Slave "The handsome, charming, suave, witty Milo," said the fellow, "is a seduction slave."
"A seduction slave?" she wept.
"Yes," he said. "He has much increased my stock of slaves."
She tore at the net, in tears, but helpless.
"Had you, and your predecessors, not been so secretive, so much concerned to conceal your affairs with a slave, Milo’s utility as a seduction slave would have doubtless been much diminished by now. On the other hand, the concern for your reputation and such, so natural in you free women, almost guarantees the repeatability, and continued success, of these small pleasant projects."
Magicians of Gor, page 8
Silk Girl " 'Look!' cried Pudding. 'a silk girl!' The expression 'silk girl' is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. the expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their Masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. there is some envy in this charge, I think. more literally, the expression tends to be based on the fact that the brief slave tunic of the south, the single garment permitted the female slave, is often of silk. southern girls, incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of the economic distinction between the farm and city, are often worked, and worked hard, particularly if they have not pleased their Masters."
Marauders of Gor, page 144
Thralls There were only a few bosk visible, and they were milk bosk. The sheds I saw would accommodate many more animals. I surmised, as is common in Torvaldsland, most of the cattle had been driven higher into the mountains, to graze wild during the summer, to be fetched back to the shed only in the fall, with the coming of winter.
Men in the fields wore short tunics of white wool; some carried hoes; their hair was close cropped; about their throats had been hammered bands of black iron, with a welded ring attached. They did not leave the fields; such a departure, without permission, might mean their death; they were thralls."
Marauders of Gor, page 82
Tower Slave "The position of the tower slave, in most cities, is very similar to that of the pleasure slave. The major difference is that the tower slave, whose duties are commonly, primarily, domestic, kneels with her knees in a closed position, whereas the pleasure slave, in a symbolic recognition of the fuller nature of her bondage, and its most significant aspects, kneels with them in open position. The tower slave, of course, like any other slave, is fully at the disposal of the master, in any and every way. The distinction between the tower slave and the pleasure slave, though honored in some markets, some specializing in girls sold primarily for housekeeping purposes and others in girls sold primarily for the pleasures of men, is not really a hard and fast distinction; it is not absolute; indeed, it can even be transitory. A girl who is ordered to open her knees, or who finds them kicked apart, for example, realizes that she has now become a pleasure slave. Similarly a girl in one context may function as one kind of slave and in another context, as another sort. Serving supper to a young man and his mother, for example, the girl may appear merely efficient and deferential. She kneels nearby, her knees closed. After the mother departs, however, she may kneel differently before the young man, with her knees open, his."
Blood Brothers of Gor, page107
Whip Slaves --In the Mines of Tharna--
"The Whip Slave, another of the slaves of Tharna, but one in charge of the chain, was pleased with his task. Though he might never see the light of the sun, yet it was he who held the whip, he who was Ubar in this macabre dungeon.
There was pleasure in the eyes of the Whip Slave as he enjoyed the tormenting moment of suspense which his uplifted whip inflicted on the ragged, hungry slaves. The whip cracked. 'Feed!' he shouted."
Outlaw of Gor, page 169
White Silk "Cernus smiled. 'Our Physicians ascertained,' said he, 'that she is only a Red Silk Girl.'
'I scarcely supposed,' said I, 'that you would permit a White Silk girl to go alone on the streets of Ar.'
Cernus chuckled. 'Indeed not,' he said. 'The risk is too much, sometimes as much as ten gold pieces.'"
Assassin of Gor, page 45
Work Slave "About her forehead, tying back her dark hair, was a strip of rep cloth, brown, of the same material as the work tunic. I knew this meant she had authority among the girls. Ena was high girl in the camp, but I suspected that Ute might be first among the work slaves."
Captive of Gor, page 285 |
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