Sobre o Personagem Goreano , Kajirus

1 - Diversos Notes Compilados da Biblioteca do Gorean Campus

Male slaves in Torvaldsland

The male slaves in Torvaldsland are called thralls. They are hardy strong men or youths enslaved for cheap labor from raiding or perhaps from an inability to pay a debt. The books do not refer to thralls as being the less masculine male as the silk slave of the southern regions.

The men of the north do not have much patience with thralls, they are worked hard, often despised and must obey instantly and perfectly or can be immediately killed.

They are used to work the fields, and other manual labors such as turning the spits of meats over the fires in the halls of their Jarl.

A thrall is never allowed to touch a bond-maid, the property of a free man unless one is given to them for use as a form of punishment for the bond. To touch a Free Woman would be instant death.

Thralls wear short tunics of white wool and their hair is kept closely cropped. They wear collars of hammered bands of iron with an attached welded ring and are kept chained for the night in the bosk sheds. Young thralls might be chained in the kitchen instead of the bosk shed and be used to greet and wash the hands of guest of the Jarl as well as perform the duties of an errand runner.

Thralls must never touch the war arrow, or any weapon to do so would mean death at the hands of free men.

Thralls were at one time sacrificed to the gods of Torvaldsland by the Rune Priest but that practice has since ceased.

~~~The Slave Fish

Raiders of Gor:

Chapter 15

Pages 219 - 220:

The boy looked down. “I would speak with you alone,” he said.

I had no objection to this, but, of course, as master of the house, I intended to respect the prerogatives of the kitchen master, who, in the kitchen, must speak with my own authority.

“If you speak,” I said, “you will do so before Tellius.”

The boy looked angrily at the kitchen master.

Then the boy looked down, and clenched his fists. Then angonized, he looked up at me. “I would learn weapons,” he whispered.

(-page 220-)

I was stunned. Even Tellus, the kitchen master, could say nothing.

“I would learn weapons,” said the boy, again, this time boldly.

“Slaves are not taught weapons,” I said.

“Your men,” said he, “Thurncock, Clitus, and others, have said that they will teach me, should you give your permission.” He looked down.

The kitchen master snorted with the absurdity of the idea. “You would do better,”said he, “to learn the work of the kitchen.”

The boy looked up angrily. “I am not stupid,” he said.

I looked at the boy, absently, as though I could not place him.

“What is your name?” I asked.

He looked at me. Then he said , “---Fish.”

Page 221:

“The slave boy, Fish,” I said to the kitchen master, “has come unbidden into my presence and he has not, in my opinion, shown sufficient respect for the master of my kitchen.”

The boy looked at me, fighting back tears.

“Accordingly,” I said, “he is to be beaten severely.”

The boy looked down, his fists clenched.

“And beginning tomorrow,” I said, “if his work in the kitchen improves to your satisfaction, and only under that condition, he is to be permitted one Ahn a day to train with weapons.”

“Captain!” cried the boy.

“And that Ahn,” I said, “is to be made up in extra work in the evening.”

“Yes Captain,” said the kitchen master.

“I will work for you, Tellius,” said the boy. “I will work better than any for you!”

“All right, Lad,” said Tellius. “We shall see.”

The boy looked at me. “Thank you,” he said, “Captain.”

Page 222:

I looked down the table, to where Thurnock, with his slave Thura, and Clitus, with his slave, Ula, were drinking and laughing. Thurnock and Clitus were good men, they had taken a fancy to the boy, Fish, and had helped him with his work in weapons.

Chater 17

page 159:

I had scarcely set foot on the deck when I saw, near the mast well, the boy Fish.

"I told you," I cried, "to remain ashore!"

"Beat me later," said be, "Captain."

I turned to an officer. "Give him a sword," I said.

Thank you, Captain," said the boy.

I strode to the stern castle of the Dorna.

Chapter 18

bage 286:

Then we heard more shouting, and saw more torches.

Now the room was high with light and even the beams of the hall stood forth, heavy in their ceiling.

Now, discovered, Fish fought by my side, that we might, together, protect one another.

"Now, Slave," said I to Fish, "you should have stayed with the fleet."

"Be silent,” said he, adding, "-Master."

I laughed.

I saw the boy, with a lightning thrust, Hash four inches steel through a body, returning to the on-guard position before the man realized he had been struck.

In fighting as we were, one did not use a deep thrust, that the blade might be more swiftly freed.

"You have learned your lessons well," said I, "Slave."

"Thank you, Master," said he.

He dropped another man.

I dropped two others, to my right

The Kajirus

by Makaku Oyami

"I have been to Earth," she said. "I have seen the males there. There are so few men among them. It is so hard, I wonder, to be a man. Why is it that so many of the males of Earth have given up their manhood, and pretend to rejoice in their mutilation. Doubtless there are complex historical causes. It is interesting, the grotesque shapes into which cultures can shape a tortured biology."

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.59

(Slave trainer the Lady Gina

speaking to the newly abducted earthman

Jason Marshall).

Male slaves occasionally seek a home within the Gorean framework. They often face a very rough and hostile response from Gorean men. From some women, both free and slave, they are sometimes accorded a little more leeway and sympathy. From other female Goreans, they are met with anger and disgust.

Many Gorean men will not tolerate a male slave in their presence, considering such a person an affront to the natural order. For some Gorean men, their Gorean lifestyle space has been created so as to exclude male submissives, Dommes, gays and lesbians, feminists and any other lifestyle that challenges the Gorean natural order belief.

Other Gorean men, while finding the submissive male slave as unnatural, permit a space in Gorean lifestyle for such people. Some Goreans are tolerant of difference and diversity in this area. Some are rigid and inflexible. For some, the male slave, like the female Domme, is a creature of D/s and not Gorean at all. Others look in the books and find plenty enough male submissive and female dommish behavior to argue the complete opposite.

What does Gor offer submissive males? Not a lot. Frankly, were I a submissive male with even a passing knowledge of the Gorean philosophy I would stay well away from Goreans ;) But clearly some wish to state their case and debate the relevance of silkslaves in the Gorean framework. I see nothing wrong with healthy discussion in the correct forum. I do not fear male submissives, nor do I fear their existence will undermine my Gorean maleness. ;)

When considering an issue up for discussion, I like to begin by stepping back and examining what the novels have to say about the issue at hand. This is not because I live my life slavishly according to the books. On the contrary, I find plenty of the books’ ideas preposterous, dated, or contradictory. But the books are our source. When we call ourselves Gorean, we are describing ourselves using words from a series of novels written by a man in the 1960’s and 1970’s. Gor is a man’s world. We call ourselves Gorean because we consider ourselves men. So where do male slaves fit in?

Most of the male slavery depicted in the Gor novels shows men held in slavery by force and against their will, usually by men, but sometimes by women. These male slaves it should be noted are predominantly Gorean males captured in battle, not abducted earthmen. Gorean men are not noted for their willing subservience to slave owners. We are told that most male slaves are kept permanently chained, for the safety of their owners:

“In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves; a captured female is almost invariably collared; a captured male is almost invariably put to the sword.”

Assassins of Gor, p.51.

More details about male slaves are forthcoming in “Hunters of Gor”:

“Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a slaver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more.”

Hunters of Gor, p.32.

In “Outlaw of Gor” the cruel and oppressive owner of male slaves is the female Tatrix of Tharna, Lara. The men are held in slavery by force, watched over by other servile men who serve the Tatrix. They are chained and heavily controlled and supervised. They do not revolt only because they lack a leader to unite them in remembering who they are.

Tarl is the catalyst in the mines of Tharna, who reminds them that they are men not animals. The dominance over men however is not reserved only for slaves in the mines of Tharna. The entire society of Tharna is based around the premise that men should be subservient to women at all levels.

In the story Norman tells us very clearly that this is unnatural, that the inhabitants of such a society, both men and women, will be unfulfilled and miserable, and that such a society will collapse as soon as men realize their natural dominance. So why are the men of Tharna so weak and passive at the beginning of the story? Norman tells us that long ago the men ruled the women in Tharna, but the men relaxed their control of their female slaves, who, exploiting their freedom, gradually developed influence and power (a fairly crude attack on feminism, of course ;) :

“… just as, in our own world it is possible to condition entire populations to believe what is, from the standpoint of another population, incomprehensible and absurd, so in Tharna both the men and the women came eventually to believe the myths or the distortions advantageous to female dominance. Thus it was, gradually and unnoticed, that the gynocracy of Tharna came to be established, and honored with the full weight of tradition and custom, those invisible bond heavier than chains because they are not understood to exist … in a city such as Tharna the men, taught to regard themselves as beasts, as inferior beings, seldom developed the full respect for themselves essential to true manhood … I have wondered how long nature’s laws, if laws they are, can be subverted in Tharna.”

Outlaw of Gor, p.206.

Are the men of Tharna natural submissive males? Norman says yes they are submissive, but a definite NO it is not natural. The men are unhappy and not fulfilled by their role as submissives to the silver masked women of Tharna. And with Tarl to lead them they re-assert their maleness, i.e., dominance. Norman suggests that the male slaves are far from natural submissives (as the slave girls are). Tharna excepted, Norman suggests that generally on Gor the male slaves are permanently on the brink of rising up against their oppressors:

“Whether or not there were male slaves I could not well judge, for the collars would have been hidden by the gray robes. There is no distinctive garment for a male slave on Gor, since as it is said, it is not well for them to discover how numerous they are.”

Outlaw of Gor, p.66.

In “Raiders of Gor” we see Tarl enslaved a second time. While in Outlaw he is captured and enslaved by the city of Tharna and forced to work in the mines, here in Raiders he is captured and enslaved by the Rence people. After his capture he is given a choice: slavery or death. He discovers here that he is afraid to die, and betrays his warrior codes to save his skin:

“I lowered my head, burning with shame. In my eyes in that moment it seemed I had lost myself, that my codes had been betrayed, Ko-Ro-Ba my city dishonored, even the blade I had carried soiled. I could not look Ho-Hak again in the eyes. In their eyes, and in mine, I could now be nothing, only slave.”

Raiders of Gor, p.24.

Tarl’s subsequent abject and passive service to the Rence people, notably Telima, who collars him, humiliates him and uses him sexually, is not because he is a natural submissive male seeking fulfillment at the feet of an owner, but rather the result of his self loathing and hatred of the coward he has become:

“… I was sick, and I was shamed, and I could not now, somehow, care. I had chosen ignominious bondage to the freedom of honorable death.”

Raiders of Gor, p.25.

This loss of honor through cowardice is is also what drives Tarl to become a pirate in Port Kar, and this story shows him sink to the depths of self loathing at his position as a “willing” kajirus:

“… I was miserable in my heart. I had had an image of myself, a proud image, and the loss of this image had crushed me. I had lived a lie with myself and then, in my own eyes, and in those of others, I had been found out. I had chosen ignominious bondage to the freedom of honorable death. I now knew the sort of thing I was, and in my worthless heart it so sickened me that I did not much care now whether I lived or died. I did not even much care that I might spend the rest of my life as an abject slave, abused on a rence island, the sport of a girl or children, the butt of cruelty and jests of men. Such, doubtless, was deserved. How could I face free men again, when in my own heart I could not even face myself?”

Raiders of Gor, p.30.

These are not good role models for real life earthmen who wish to be Gorean style kajiri. For a male slave to find himself in the Gor novels and argue his right to be in Gorean spaces, he needs to find male slaves portrayed in the stories who find their true natures in their bondage and service to free men and free women. Such a male slave is going to have a tough time. ;)

The key book for a discussion of silk slaves male pleasure slaves and the nearest Norman gets to considering the submissive male, is Fighting Slave of Gor, which depicts the first Earthman abducted to Gor, Jason Marshall, who is taken to be trained and sold as a slave for the pleasure of Free Women on Gor. Norman has told us little before “Fighting Slave” about the male silk slaves. But they are briefly referred to in “Hunters of Gor”:

“An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.”

Hunters of Gor, p.32.

It is at just such an auction that Jason is sold. The story tells of the abduction of a male from earth, who is taken to Gor and forced into slavery as a pleasure slave for free women. On earth he is not a very assertive male, and generally treats women according to the rules of his time, with a fair degree of deference, and certainly not with dominance, although he fantasizes often about forcing them to submit.

On Gor Jason is taught that as an earthman he is weak and pathetic in comparison with the Gorean male, and as a weakling he is only fit to be used by the free women as a sexual plaything. Accordingly, while they are happy to use him (since he is pretty… apparently ;) ), the free women also find him an object of scorn:

"How are you regarded Handsome Slave?" asked the Lady Gina. "With contempt, Mistress." I said. "Yes," she said. It was true. All in the room looked upon me with contempt, even the slaves, I, a kneeling man of Earth.

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.120.

The Gorean women who buy, sell and use Jason consistently discuss his absence of manhood. He is not a “man” according to Gorean standards, because a “man” on Gor means a master who dominates and enslaves the women:

"...I discovered that you were not a man, but only a slave, and one who was despicably weak."

(Lady Tima to Jason) Fighting Slave of Gor, p.132

And again a little later:

"You have had your moment of sport, Jason," she said "pretending, as is occasionally the wont of the males of Earth, to be a man, but it is now time to remember what you truly are, only a weakling of Earth, one fit to be only a woman's slave."

(Lady Tima to Jason) Fighting Slave of Gor, p.158

Insult him they may, but there is a place for such weak males on Gor, otherwise the trade in male pleasure slaves would not exist. The free women desire such “men”, because they want control over them. They want male slaves who are compliant, and who will be passive and non-threatening.

Norman describes the emasculation of the male on earth through the words of the female Gorean slave trainers. Earthmen we learn have forgotten who they are, forgotten the natural order:

"I am teaching you, as men of Earth are taught," she said. "to fear and suppress your sexuality. The process is simple. Tantalize and punish. Tantalize and punish. Soon, by natural, pyschological linkages, an association will be formed between sexuality and punishment, You will come to fear your sexual feelings, as being precursors to pain, physical or mental, This will induce anxiety in secular situation and impair sexual effectiveness.

In children, of course, the punishments are commonly forgotten, at least on conscious levels, Inexplicable anxieties, however, often remain, These anxieties, and the rules that seem associated with them, pertaining to the suppression and inhibition of sexuality, most, of course, by thinking organisms, be rationalized.

An entire structure of myths is then raised to protect the individual from the insight that he was, long ago, when defenseless, mutilated and cripples, You are familiar with the nature of such myths, such superstructures and defense mechanisms, They are many and varied, These range from the praising of an idiotic celibacy in the interests of a presumably nonexistent spirit to the genres of dirty jokes and stories, in which a vengeance is taken on the thwarted sexuality by trying to make it appear small and dirty.

Between these two madnesses is a variety of more dangerous antisexisms, more pernicious because subtler, recrudescent Puritanisms masking themselves under the garbage of trigger rhetoric's, the usage of such expressions as "persons" and such designed to suppers thought and enforce social conformity."

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.70.

This breaking of the male spirit of domainance through cultural conditioning is not however limited only to earth males. Jason we are told is the first earthman brought to Gor (Fighting Slave of Gor, p58). There are other male silk slaves on Gor who are Gorean men, who have also had the natural male dominance either bred out of them, educated out of them, or beaten out of them. The free women are well aware that in order to render the men safe for female exploitation, their masculinity must be removed:

“’Masculinity in the male,’ she said, ‘is closely allied with sexuality. Masculinity may be best attacked by an attack on male sexuality, and the more pervasive and pernicious it is the better. Men are the natural masters. This is obvious in the study of primate biology. Thus the male must be hobbled, broken and crippled. He must be, as a male, destroyed. Women can then assume their place as his equal, or superior.'"

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.71. (Slave trainer Lady Gina, talking to Jason).

The world of male submissive silk slaves is a largely hidden subculture within Gorean society. It is hidden by the free women from the Gorean males, for obvious reasons. Lady Gina explains:

“’Why do you not carry your cause outside the pens?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘I am not a fool’ she said. ‘Do you think I want to be branded with a hot iron? Do you think I want to be put in a steel collar and thrown naked to the feet of men beneath their whips? No, my dear Jason, I do not wish that. Those are not men of earth up there, who will consider the arguments for their own castration with reflective care. Those are Gorean men up there.’”

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.71.

Fighting Slave is by no means the greatest of Norman’s stories. It often deteriorates into an artificial didactic discussion about slavery. Norman uses the characters simply to raise the issue of the unnatural perversion of men’s natural dominance. But the message is clear. Men can be controlled by women, and will serve women as slaves only if the women can successfully subvert the natural order:

“’You are then,’ I said, ‘trying to make me fear my sexual feelings that I will suppress them, and with them my manhood.’ ‘It is the best way we know,’ she said, ‘to reduce a male’s effectiveness in all socially competitive situations. He is then crippled, of course, not only sexually, but, often, in many other ways, too. When his sexuality does not give him spine he becomes timid and manipulable. He is then useful to ambitious women who, at another time, might scarcely have dared to speak to him.’ ‘What is the true point of depriving men of their sexuality?’ I asked. ‘Is it not obvious?’ she asked. ‘It is to make them slaves.’”

Fighting Slave of Gor, p.71.

What conclusions is Norman drawing about male silk slaves? The story of Jason is the story of a man who changes from unnatural slave to natural master. His submissiveness at the start of the story is the result of social conditioning on earth, and the free women who first own him try to reinforce that conditioning. He is of earth. He is weak. He is fit only to kiss the feet of free women. And for a short while they succeed in maintaining this unnatural order. But through his exposure to Gor Jason’s true nature slowly asserts itself. Is Norman then arguing that there is no such creature as a natural male slave, only artificial and unnatural creations? It would appear so:

"Many men who are strong physically are spineless weaklings, tortured and dominated by women, and ideas. Women despite what they may feel obligated to proclaim publicly, detest such men, for they betray their dominance, their genetic heritage as male primates, thus cheating not only themselves of the fulfillment of their nature but precluding the woman from also fulfilling hers.

It is no wonder that women, in their helplessness and frustration, their own confusions, turn upon such men, hurting them and making them miserable. This, of course, causes such men, who do not understand the problem, to redouble their efforts to accommodating the pleasing to the females, to give them whatever they want, and to reassure them of anything and everything they wish to hear. A vicious cycle is thus generated."

Beasts of Gor, p.274.

Norman’s analysis of the gender roles is that in the natural order men dominate and women submit. But clearly this order can be corrupted. It is so on earth, as Norman’s numerous anti-feminist diatribes indicate. In “Outlaw”, in Tharna, we are shown a whole society where the natural order of male dominance has been destroyed. And Norman in “Fighting Slave” shows us that it can be done in other parts of Gor too. But it is rarer on Gor than Earth. On Gor the natural order generally dominates and usually attempts to subvert it are short-lived:

“[M]en, it is clear, have a need to dominate: few deny this; none deny it who are informed; in the Gorean culture, as it is not on Earth, institutions exist for the satisfaction of this need, rather than its systematic suppression and frustration; the major Gorean institution satisfying this need is the widespread enslavement of human females; the master/slave relationship is the deepest, clearest recognition of, and concession to, this masculine need, felt by all truly vital, sexual male; but, in the Gorean theory, this masculine need to dominate, which, thwarted, leads to misery, sickness, and petty, vicious, meaningless aggressions, is not an aberration, nor an uncomplemented biological singularity in males, but has its full complementary, correspondent need in the human female, which is the need, seldom satisfied, to be overwhelmed and mastered; in primitive mate competitions, in which intelligence and cunning, and physical and pyschological power, were of biological importance, rather than wealth and status, the best women, statistically, would fall to the strongest, most intelligent men; it is possible, and likely, that women, or the best women, were once fought for, literally, as well as symbolically, as possessions; if this were the case then it is likely that something in the female, genetically, would respond to dominance and strength; most women do not, truly want weak men; they wish their children to be born not to an equal but a superior; how could they respect a man who in stature and power was no more than themselves. the equal of a woman, a prize; given the choice to bear the child of an equal, or a master, most women would choose to bear the child of a master; women long to bear the children of men superior to themselves; it is a defeated woman whose body grows fat with the child only of an equal; just as evolution, at one time, selected for strong, intelligent men, capable of combat, because they were successful in mate competitions, so too, correspondingly, in the transmission of genetic structures it would be selecting for women who responded to, and yielded to, such men, women who were the biologically specified such men either mated with weaker men, her children then being less well adapted for survival, or, perhaps, fled away, and her genes were lost, for better or for worse, to the struggling human groups; the female who was excited by such men, and longed to belong to them, to masters, and keep by them and serve them, had the best chance of survival; she was the best protected; further her children would be more intelligent and stronger.”

Tribesmen of Gor, p.163.

A male then, in the Gorean sense, is a dominant, not a silk slave:

“I had sensed his incredible maleness, the animal maleness of him, so different from the thwarted, crippled sexuality so commended and tragically endemic among the males of Earth. For the first time in my life I felt I understood what might be the meaning of the expression 'male'”

Slave Girl of Gor, p.27.

Norman is not going to let us forget this point. A man can be a submissive slave only if he kills a part of himself that is natural. A male silk slave then, to a Gorean, is a man who has given up his manhood for an unnatural lifestyle based on mimicking the naturally submissive behavior of the female.

Which brings us to the male slave, living the lifestyle, seeking fulfillment through enslavement to an owner. A man who in Gorean terms has given up his manhood for an unnatural lifestyle based on mimicking the naturally submissive behavior of the female of the species. Do we as Goreans act wisely, honorably or in our best interests to exclude such “men” from our spaces? Is it true that as Norman writes:

“`If the men of Earth choose to surrender the birthright of their dominance, to exchange it for the garbage of a political perversion; if they should choose to deny their genes; if they should choose to subvert and violate the order of nature; if they should choose self- castration to manhood, that is, I suppose, their business.'?

Guardsman of Gor, p.152.

Goreans differ on this issue. Some lifestyle Goreans own male slaves. Is this pure Gor? Non-Gor? Or is it a D/s-Gor crossover? For the Gorean natural order purists such male slaves are generally unwelcome, and they are systematically purged from Gorean spaces.

Their argument might be: “We follow the Gorean lifestyle precisely to get away from submissive male slaves and feminist females." For the liberal end of the Gorean spectrum, on the other hand, such males are tolerated and even accepted as valid human beings exploring themselves through Gorean rituals. Their argument might be: “We welcome all inquiring minds to the world of lifestyle Gor, and the fictional world of Gor is easily adapted, and should be adapted to meet real life issues.”

Ultimately we will all find our spaces with whom we choose to socialize with. I find myself in two minds on this issue, and will therefore not attempt to make an ultimate judgement.

Personally, I prefer spaces that are exclusively occupied by Gorean dominant males and Gorean females, and I do not choose to be around male slaves. This is not because they threaten my masculinity, but because they affront my sense of natural order, and since I am surrounded by an unnatural order much of the time, I seek solace in Gorean spaces to get away from it.

I therefore do not appreciate the unnatural order appearing in my Gorean world. I have no issue with male slaves I just do not consider them Gorean in the lifestyle sense. To me they are D/s, not Gorean. It is purely a personal opinion. But, that does not mean I would argue that male slaves could never be “of Gor”. Perhaps they can be of Gor by creating their own Gorean pseudo-sub-culture, or by gaining acceptance into the more liberal and tolerant already existing Gorean spaces.

On the other hand, Goreans are already a minority sub-culture, often unable to live the lifestyle openly for fear of being persecuted, losing jobs etc. I often feel that we should embrace and welcome on some level anyone who is also searching, exploring, willing to share ideas, discuss and debate in this area, regardless of gender or sexual orientation.

For Goreans to isolate ourselves and encourage division and conflict between ourselves and other “strange and perverted sexual cults”(koff koff) seems to me to be ultimately counter productive to the advancement of thought, debate and knowledge about who we are.

The world we live in, perverted and unnatural as it is, is VERY powerful and it fears non-conformity greatly. Draw public attention to your Gorean-ness and you could lose your job, your children, your lover. Should not all of us facing persecution for who we are not keep the dialogue open? Who are we to call the lifestyles and beliefs of others “weird”? Even people in the BDSM scene think us weird cultists. :)

To paraphrase:

First they came for the male slaves… and we did nothing, because we were not male slaves.

Then they came for the Dommes… and we did nothing, because we were not Dommes.

Then they came for the gays and lesbians… and we did nothing, because we were not gays or lesbians. Then they came for the BDSM people… and we did nothing, because we were not BDSM.

Then they came for the vanillas… and we did nothing, because we were not vanilla.

Then, finally, they came for the Goreans… and there was no one left to help us.

I wish all well

Makaku Oyami

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Silk slave - quotes

I think of him primarily as a business man, obtaining, transporting, and selling, usually wholesale, wares of interest.” “Women,” she said. “Perhaps an occasional silk slave, to delight a free woman,” I said.

Norman, John. Swordsmen of Gor: Gor Book 29 (Kindle Locations 177-179)

An exception is the male silk slave, usually the male pleasure slave of a rich woman, but sometimes one belonging to a female entrepreneur, in whose brothel, one specializing in the tastes of women, he serves. Some men are brought from Earth here for such purposes I have heard, but I do not know if it is true. There were certainly no males in my group. We were all women. Had there been males in our group I think they would have soon been spoiled for such an application. Seeing women like us, in the power of men, they would doubtless have soon assumed the whip and become masters.

Norman, John. Witness of Gor (Gorean Saga Book 26) (Kindle Locations 7301-7305)

What might they want of me? Perhaps there were free women on board, and one or another wished to amuse herself with a male silk slave. But I was not such a slave.

Norman, John. Mariners of Gor: Gor Book 30 (Kindle Locations 595-596)

"Yes," she said, approaching lightly, gracefully, "in their way, but most of them are only anchor rings, to which, say , chains or cords might be attached." She then crouched by the heavy ring, that with coiled chain beneath it, that fastened at what might, perhaps, count as the bottom of the couch. "But this," she said, "more appropriately, is the more typical type of ring which one thinks of as a slave ring. Do you see its resemblance to the others, that in the floor, those at the wall?" "Yes," I said. She lifted the ring. I could see that it was heavy. She then lowered it back into place, so that it again, in its retaining ring, fastened in a metal plate, bolted into the couch, hung parallel to the side of the couch. "By means of such a ring," she said, "a male silk slave might be chained at the foot of your couch."

Norman, John. Kajira of Gor (Gorean Saga Book 19) (Kindle Locations 699-705)

"Let us not speak so in public," said the first. "There are none present but a slave," said the second. I realized they were speaking of me. "It does not matter," said the other. "He is bound for the market of Tima. He is a silk slave. He would not even know what to do with a girl." I was of no account I understood. I might not even have been present. Too, I was apparently a silk slave, a slave before whom women could speak quite openly. I was a male of Earth. It was natural then that I was to be a silk slave on Gor, one who was to be a slave of women. I wondered how many men of Earth were silk slaves and did not realize it. One must master, one must submit. On Gor men have decided who it is who will hold the whip, who will kneel, who will wear the collar. "Beautiful Mistresses," I said, "can you tell me in what city I am?" "Be silent, Slave," said the first woman. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajirus," said the second. "Yes, Mistress," I said. "Forgive me, Mistresses."

Norman, John. Fighting Slave of Gor (Gorean Saga Book 14) (Kindle Locations 2030-2039)

"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."

Book 2, Outlaw of Gor, pages 186 - 187

"The small, heavy lock on a girls slave collar, incidentally, may be of several varieties, but almost all are cylinder locks, either of the pin or disk variety. In a girls collar lock there would be six pins or six disks, one each, it is said, for each letter of in the Gorean word for female slave, kajira; the male slave, or kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with other male slaves."

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

"The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each night;"

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page

"Harold, as a boy, had once been a slave in the baths, those of the city of Turia, before he had escaped. He had told me that sometimes a Bath Girl, to discipline her, is thrown to the slaves in the darkness."

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page

"Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a silver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much, or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in the women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness."

Book 8, Hunters of Gor, page 32

"The litany and responses of the congregation were now completed and the initiates, some twenty within the rail, began to sing in archaic Gorean. I could make out little of the wording. There was an accompaniment by sistrums. Portions of the hymn were taken up by four delicated boys, standing outside the white on a raised platform. Their heads were shaved and they wore robes resembling those of the initiates. Choirs of such boys often sang in the great temples. They were young male slaves, purchased by initiates, castrated by civil authorities and, in the monasteries, trained in song. I supposed, to one versed in music, their soprano voices were very beautiful. I did not care much for them. Here in the far north, of course, in Kassau, to have any such boys, properly trained in the archaic hymns, indicated some wealth. I did not think such singers existed even in Lydius."

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 42

"Slavery also, of course, encompasses the ownership of male slaves, for which there is less precedentdent in nature. Where males are concerned the institution is primarily economic. The labor of male slave is useful and cheap. It is applied in such places as the quarries, the roads, the great farms, in certain types of cargo galleys, on the wharves, at the walls of cities and in the forests. Male slaves are usually debtors or criminals; sometimes they are captives, taken in actions against enemy cities or facilities; sometimes they have merely accrued the displeasure of powerful men or families; some slavers, working in gangs, specialize in the capture of free men for work projects; they obtain a fee per head on a contractual basis."

Book 12, Beasts of Gor, pages 235 - 236

" 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.

'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "

Book 13, Explorers of Gor, page 125

***Kes

The Kes is an article of clothing reserved for male slaves of the Wagon Peoples, which to them is likewise referred to as "clad Kajir." Usually such slaves, when found, are kept in work chains.

" For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon People, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless, work tunic of black leather."

Nomads of Gor page 30.

***Thrall Tunic

Male slaves in Torvaldsland are clad in simple, white tunics of hurt wool.

A short work tunic of white wool that male slaves of Torvaldsland, called thralls, are dressed in.

"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."

- MARAUDERS OF GOR, Pg. 82

The Common Hammered Collar

The Hammered Collar is simply a band of steel, which is hammered into a circle around the slave's neck, by a metal worker. Such is the skill of these men that they are able to join the two ends of the once straight piece with practiced ease, making a perfectly aligned ring. This hammering is usualy done with the girl's neck pressed against an anvil. Collars of this type are put are low girls or girls who are to be sold or trained in anticipation of future removal and placement of a lock collar. They are also fairly common, with various regions having again, their own suitable versions.

"The girls were then motioned to the anvil. First Virginia and then Phyllis laid their heads and throats on the anvil, head turned to the side, their hands holding the anvil, and the smith, expertly, with his heavy hammer and a ringing of iron, curved the collar about their throats; a space of a quarter of an inch was left between the two ends of the collar; the ends matched perfectly; both Virginia and Phyllis stepped away from the anvil feeling the metal on their throats, both now collared slave girls."

- ASSASSIN OF GOR, Pg. 153-154

This is also the type of collar most often placed on a male slave...

"The male slave, or Kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck."

- ASSASSIN OF GOR, Pg. 51

for a male slave or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather.”

Nomads of Gor, 30.

***(slave) Bracelets

Light, restraining bracelets which lock when snapped closed. Perfectly capable of holding a female slave captive, some are made stronger for use with male slaves though most use manacles for males.

Male slaves rarely have locked collars. Normally their collar is a band of iron hammered about their neck. There is also no distinctive garb for male slaves as Goreans do not want them to discover how numerous they are, especially in the cities. The wool of the hurt is often used for male slave garments as it absorbs perspiration well. In many cities, female slaves must always openly wear a symbol of their bondage such as a collar. Male slaves are exempt from this law for the same reason why they do not wear distinctive garb.

Male slaves are branded with a large block "Kef", not the cursive letter used for female slaves.

“For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather.”

Nomads of Gor, 30

"The Wintering was not unpleasant, although, even so far north, the days and nights were often quite chilly; the Wagon Peoples and their slaves as well, wore boskhide and furs during this time; both male and female, slave or free, wore furred boots and trousers, coats and the flopping, ear-flapped caps that tied under the chin; in this time there was often no way to mark the distinction between the free woman and the slave girl, save that the hair of the latter must needs be unbound; in some cases, of course, the Turian collar was visible, if worn on the outside of the coat, usually under the furred collar; the men, too, free and slave, were dressed similarly, save that the Kajiri, or he-slaves, wore shackles, usually with a run of about a foot of chain."

Nomads of Gor,

“The small, heavy lock on a girl's slave collar, incidentally, may be of several varieties, but almost all are cylinder locks, either of the pin or disk variety. In a girl's collar lock there would be either six pins or six disks, one each, it is said, for each letter in the Gorean word for female slave, Kajira; the male slave, or Kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with other male slaves; in some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves; a captured female is almost invariably collared; a captured male is almost invariably put to the sword; further, the object of slave raids, carefully scouted, organized and conducted expeditions, is almost always the acquisition of females; commonly one cylinder is struck, its bridges sealed off, its compartments broken into and ransacked for gold and beauty; the men of the compartment are slain and the women stripped; those women who do not please the slavers are slain; those that do have the goods of the compartment tied about their necks and are herded to the roof, with whip and slave goad, either to be bound across tarn saddles or thrust bound into wicker slave baskets, covered and tied shut, carried beneath the great birds in flight; sometimes, after only a quarter of an Ahn, before adequate reinforcements can be summoned, the slavers depart with their booty, leaving behind a flaming cylinder; slavers can strike any city but they are particularly a scourge to those cities which have not trained the tarn, but depend on the ponderous tharlarion.”

Assassins of Gor, 50.

“I was barefooted; my only garment was a short woolen, sleeveless tunic; on both the back and the front of this tunic was sewn a large block letter, the initial letter of the Gorean expression ‘Kajirus,’ which means a male slave.”

Assassins of Gor, 282.

“I knelt head down, before the square iron box, the exterior of which was enameled white, one side of which, its door, on hinges, lay opened on the tiles. I tensed. On two sides of the box, in red paint, was a Kef, in block printing. Kef, of course, is the initial letter not only of the Gorean expression ‘Kajira,’ the most common Gorean expression for a female slave, but also ‘Kajirus,’ the most common Gorean expression for a male slave. The block printing indicated that the box was suitable for a male slave. This could also, of course, have been determined from its size which, though small, was larger than would have been that in which women would be placed. Such boxes, for women, wore marked also with red on white, but the letter, of course, would be the cursive Kef, which is also used as a common slave brand for imbonded females.”

Fighting Slave of Gor, 118.

Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, males slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the siezure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a silver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much, or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsom male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness.

HUnters of Gor, book 8; Page 32

"The slave master was again counting the fifty copper tarn disks.

I shook my head. 'Too much,' I told him.

He shrugged and grinned. 'Whatever the market will bear,' he said."

- RAIDERS OF GOR, Page 182

"Actually, fifty silver tarn disks was an extremely high price, and indicated the girl was probably of high caste as well as extremely beautiful. An ordinary girl, of low caste, comely but untrained, might, depending on the market, sell for as little as five or as many as thirty tarn disks."

- OUTLAW OF GOR, Pg. 193

"I could recall that once, it now seemed long ago, this girl, in a marvelously staged sale, with all the skills of the great auction house, the Curulean, in Ar, had, with two other girls, Virginia Kent and Phyllis Robertson, brought fifteen hundred gold pieces. Now this girl, once Elizabeth Cardwell, of Earth, now a paga slave in Lydius, would bring only fifteen to twenty-five pieces of gold. Contexts, and markets, were interesting.

She was surely as beautiful as she had been, when she had been sold in Ar.

But now, comparatively, she was cheap.

It did not seem to me impossible that I might be able to obtain her for ten."

- HUNTERS OF GOR, Pg. 61

Male Slaves

“The male slave, or Kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with other male slaves; in some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves; a captured female is almost invariably collared; a captured male is almost invariably put to the sword.”

~Assassins of Gor, page 51~

"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~

"It was a great shame, I knew, for a female slave to even have to touch a male slave, let alone to perform such an act as to address him as master. Female slaves despise male slaves. They regard themselves, and correctly, I suppose, as the rightful property only of free men and women, masters and mistresses."

~Fighting Slave of Gor, page 85~

“Most male slaves in the city were pampered silk slaves, owned by Gorean women who had not yet learned their sex. Such slaves, when captured, if not slain in disgust by the victors, were usually herded together like slave girls, and chained for disposition in markets catering to their form of merchandise, markets patronized largely by free women. To be sure, there were virile male slaves in Ar. For example, many of the fellows who attended to the great refuse vats usually kept at the foot of the stairs in insulae were male slaves. Usually they worked under the direct or indirect supervision of free men. Occasionally they would be treated to a dram of paga or thrown a kettle girl for the evening.”

~Magicians of Gor, page 71~

“Sixteen tarsks was actually a high price to pay for a male silk slave. Most would go from four to six tarsks.”

~Fighting Slave of Gor, page 173~

“I ran to the merchant and knelt before him. I pointed to the male slave. “He looked upon me!” I cried. “He looked upon me!” “Have you permission to speak?” He asked. “May a girl speak?” I asked, frightened. “Yes,” he said. Emboldened then, I pointed again to the male slave. “He dared to look upon me,” I said. I knew that male slaves are carefully supervised. I knew it could be quite unpleasant for one of them to be caught lookingupon a slave girl. To be caught looking upon a free woman could mean death for them. “He looked upon me” I said, pointing to the male slave. Surely he would be, at the least, whipped for his indiscretion. The beauty of slaves girls was for free men, not for the slaves likes of such as he.

“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, pages 345 and 346~

“This perhaps because many male silk slaves are chosen to be male silk slaves not because they are weak or like women, but because they are not; it is only that they are men, and often true men, who must serve women, totally, in the same fashion that a slave female is expected to serve a free master. To be sure, it is also true, and should be admitted in all honesty, that many male silk slaves are rather feminine; some women prefer this type, perhaps because they fear true men; from such a silk slave they need not fear that they may suddenly be turned upon, and tied, and taught to be women. Most women, however, after a time, find this type of silk slave a banality and a bore; charm and wit can be entertaining, but, in time, if not conjoined with intellect and true masculine power, they are likely to wear thin.

~Savages of Gor, page 69~

“There are few male slaves with long pedigrees. Goreans, though recognizing the legal and economic legitimacy of male slavery, do not regard it as possessing the same biological sanction as attaches to female slavery. The natural situation, in the mind of many Goreans is that master set/slave relation is one which ideally exists between man and woman, with the woman in the property position. Male slaves, from time to time, can receive opportunities to win their freedom, though, to be sure, usually in situations of high risk and great anger. Such opportunities are never accorded to the female slave.”

~Savages of Gor, page 70~

"Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a silver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel."

~Hunters of Gor, page 32~

~Outlaw of Gor, page 187~

~Assassins of Gor, page 51~

"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~

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Male Slave Types

Field Slave

The major reason for cropping the hair of field slaves, both male and female, and certain other forms of work slaves, it to protect them from parasites.

Magicians of Gor, p. 302

Fighting Slave

I have not mentioned exotics, incidentally, slaves bred or trained for unusual purposes. I have not mentioned, either, slaves with professional competences, such as medicine or law, or fighting slaves, in effect gladiators, men purchased for use, as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games.

Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 165

Galley Slave

Those members of the Caste of Assassins, the most hated caste on Gor, who had served Pa-Kur, were taken in chains down the Vosk to become galley slaves on the cargo ships that ply Gor's oceans.

Tarnsman of Gor, Ch. 20

Sames

'And have you noticed, further,' I asked, 'that there seems to be a correlations between the stronger Sames and those the red savages regard as males, and between the slighter, weaker Sames and those the red savages regard as females?'

Blood Brothers of Gor, p. 156

Seduction Slave

'The handsome, charming, suave, witty Milo,' said the fellow, 'is a seduction slave.'" (Magicians of Gor, p. 8)

Silk Slave

"NO, no, no, no," laughed the Lady Tima. She scorned amused, but I could tell she was not pleased at the sudden turn the sale had taken. No more bids, I noted had been forthcoming. His intelligence, which is quite high, she said, is that of a man of Earth. He is trained to use his intelligence to anticipate, the desires of women, and to obey and serve, them. The intelligence of the men of Earth is at the disposal of women. They do what women tell them. Are there no Masters among them? asked a woman Are they all silk slaves? That is my understanding, said the Lady Tima. They are all the silk slaves of women. Surely that is false, I thought. I had known large and strong men on Earth. Yet it was true that many such men, of masculine configuration and size, hastened to obey women. They had been taught that they would not be true men unless they did what women wished. On Gor, of course, it is the women who obey, if they have been made slaves. The men of Earth are only silk slaves, said Lady Tima."

Fighting Slave of Gor, page 157

I knew, of course, what she looked like naked, for I was her silk slave. Free women think as little of concealing their bodies before their silk slaves as the women of Earth would before their pet dogs.

Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 181

Stable Slave

I now wore, like other stable slaves, a common work collar, the black iron, with an attached ring. On it was the legend ?I belong to the Lady Florence of Vonda? I, like other stable slaves, was chained at night.

Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 235

Thralls

Marauders of Gor, p. 82

Work Slave

This is not a common work slave,' said the Lady Tendite to the crowd, 'a simple brute, an insensitive lout for your fields or stables.'

Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 163

The Kajirus

Compiled by Mikal Snakeankle

Book #4 "NOMADS OF GOR"

by John Norman

For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather.

Book #5 "Assassin of Gor"

by John Norman

Chapter 6 I Sit Table with Cernus

I OBSERVED THE TWO MEN, COLLARED SLAVES, squaring off against one another in the sand. Both were stripped to the waist. The hair of both was bound back with a band of cloth. Each carried, sheathed, a hook knife. The edges of the sheath were coated with a bluish pigment.

"These men are the champions among male slaves at hook knife," said Cernus. He scarcely glanced up from the game board at which he sat across from Caprus, of the Caste of Scribes, Chief Accountant of the House.

I heard the crack of a whip and the command "Fight!" and saw the two men begin to close with one another. I glanced at the game board. Cernus had paid me little attention, being absorbed in the game. I had not seen the opening. Judging from the pieces and positions it appeared to be late in the middle game. Cernus was well in command of the board. I assumed he must be skilled at this sport.

A blue line appeared across the chest of one of the slaves fighting between the tables, on a square of sand some twelve feet in dimension. The line was adjudicated as a point. The two men then returned to opposite corners of the ring and crouched down, waiting for the command to fight again.

Without being asked I had taken a position at the table of Cernus himself. No one had objected, at least explicitly, though I did sense some disgruntlement at my action It had been expected, I gathered, that I would sit at one of the two long side tables, and perhaps even below the bowls of red and yellow salt which divided these tables. The table of Cernus itself, of course, was regarded as being above the bowls.

Ho-Tu sat beside me, on my left.

Page 86

There was a shout from the men-at-arms and members of the House who sat at the tables as the second slave, he who had scored the first point, managed to leave a long streak of blue down the inside of the right arm of the first slave. "Point!" called the man-at-arms, he with the whip, and the two slaves separated again, each going to their comers and crouching there in the sand, breathing heavily. The man whose arm had been marked was forced then to carry the sheathed hook knife in his left hand. I heard the odds changing rapidly at the tables as the men of the house of Cernus revised their betting.

I heard Cernus announce "Capture of Home Stone," and turned to see Caprus sit back in defeat, staring at the board. Cernus began to arrange the pieces once more on the board.

You could have been a Player," said Caprus.

Cernus laughed with pleasure, turning the board. "Take yellow," he offered.

Caprus shrugged and pushed Ubar's Spearman to Ubar Four.

Cereus looked at me eagerly. "Do you play?" he asked.

"No," I said.

He turned again to regard the board. He pushed his Ubara's Initiate's Spearman to Ubara's Initiate's Spearman Four. The Torian Defense.

There was a cry and I looked again to the square of sand and the first slave, with the hook knife in his left hand, had plunged across the sand, taking a stroke across the chest, to strike his own blue line blow at his opponent.

"Point for both," announced the man-at-arms.

Following the meal, I understood, in the House of Cernus, is a time for the pleasure and recreation of the men. There are games and sports, and wagers and song. Paga and Ka-la-na are then, when Cernus would leave, brought forth.

"A kill!" cried the man-at-arms with the whip. I saw that the second slave, who was doubtless the better man at the sport, had slipped behind the first and, holding his head back with a powerful forearm, had decisively drawn his sheathed hook knife across the throat of the first man.

The first man seemed numb, the heavy blue streak on his throat, and slipped to his knees. Two men-at-arms rushed forward and put him in shackles. For some reason, the man with the whip took the slave's hook knife, unsheathed it, and drew it across the slave's chest, leaving there a smear of blood. It was not a serious wound. It seemed pointless to me. The slave who had lost was then led away in his shackles. The victor, on the other hand, turned about and raised his hands. He was greeted with cheers and was immediately taken to the table on my left, where he was seated at the far end of the table, before a plate heaped with meat, which he began to devour, holding it in his hands, eyes wild, almost lost in the food, to the amusement of the watching men. I gathered the feed troughs in the pens of the male slaves seldom contained viands so choice.

Book #6 "Raiders of Gor"

by John Norman

I did not much care for the crusts, and the onions and peas, on which we fed, but I did not expect to be eating them long.

"You will not find this an easy ship to row," said the oar-master, chaining my ankles to the heavy footbrace. "The lot of a slave is miserable," I told him.

"Further," he laughed, "you will not find me an easy master."

"The lot of a slave is indeed miserable," I lamented.

He turned the key in the locks and, laughing, turned about and went to his seat, facing us, in the stern of the rowing hold. Before him, since this was a large ship, there sat a keleustes, a strong man, a time-beater, with leather-wrapped wrists. He would mark the rowing stroke with blows of wooden, leather-cushioned mallets on the head of a huge copper-covered drum.

"Out oars!" called the oar-master.

I, with the others, slid my oar outboard. Above us, on the upper deck, I could hear the cries of the seamen, casting off mooring lines, shoving away from the dock with the traditional three long poles. The sails would not be dropped from the yards until the ship was clear of the harbor. I heard the creak of the great side-rudders and felt the heavy, sweet, living movement of the caulked timbers of the ship. We were now free of land.

The eyes of the ship, painted on either side of the bow, would now have turned toward the opening of the harbor of Telnus. Ships of Gor, of whatever class or type, always have eyes painted on them, either in a head surmounting the prow, as in tarn ships, or, as in the Rena, as in round ships, on either side of the bow. It is the last thing that is done for the ship before it is first launched. The painting of the eyes reflects the Gorean seaman?s belief that the ship is a living thing. She is accordingly given eyes, that she may see her way.

"Ready oars!" called the oar-master.

The oars were poised.

"Stroke!" called the oar-master.

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The keleustes struck the great copper drum before him with the leather-cushioned mallet. As one the oars entered the water, dipping and moving within it. My feet thrust against the footbrace and I drew on the oar.

Slowly the ship, like a sweet, fat bird, heavy and stately, began to move toward the opening between the two high, round towers that guard the entrance to the walled harbor of Telnus, capitol city of the island of Cos, seat of its Ubar's throne.

We had now been two days at sea. I and the others, from our pans, were eating one of our four daily rations of bread, onions and peas. We were passing a water skin about among us. The oars were inboard. We had not rowed as much as normally we would have. We had had a fair wind for two days, which had slacked off yesterday evening.

The Rena of Temos, like most round ships, had two permanent masts, unlike the removable mast of the war galleys. The main mast was a bit forward of amidships, and foremast was some four or five yards abaft of the ship's yoke. Both were lateen rigged, the yard of the foresail being about half the length of the yard of the mainsail. We had made good time for a heavy ship, but then the wind had slacked. We had rowed for several Ahn this morning. It was now something better than an Ahn past noon.

"I understand," said the oar-master, confronting me, "that you were a Captain in Port Kar."

"I am a captain," I said.

"But in Port Kar," he said.

"Yes," I said, "I am a Captain in Port Kar."

"But this is not Port Kar," he said.

I looked at him. "Port Kar," I said, "is wherever her power is."

He looked at me.

"I note," I said, "the wind has slackened."

His face turned white.

"Yes," I said.

At that moment, from far above, from the basket on the main mast, came the cry of the lookout, "Two ships off the port beam!"

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"Out and read oars!" cried the oar-master, running to his chair.

I put down my pan of bread, onions and peas, sliding it under the bench. I might want it later. I slid the oar out of the hole port and readied it. Above on the deck I could hear running feet, men shouting.

I heard the voice of the Captain, Tenrik, crying to his helmsmen, "Hard to starboard!"

The big ship began to swing to starboard. But then another cry, wild, drifted down from the basket on the main mast, "Two more ships! Off the starboard bow!"

"Helm ahead!" cried Tenrik. "Full sail! Maximum beat!"

As soon as the Rena had swung to her original course, the oar-master cried "Stroke!" and the mallets of the keleustes began to strike, in great beats, the copper-covered drum. Two seamen came down from the upper deck and seized whips from racks behind the oar-master. I smiled. Beaten or not, the oarsmen could only draw their oars so rapidly. And it would not be rapidly enough.

I heard another cry drifting down from the basket far above. "Two more ships astern!"

The heavy, leather-cushioned mallets of the keleustes struck again and again on the copper-covered drum. I heard, about a half an Ahn later, Tenrik call up to the lookout. The man carried a long glass of the builders.

"Can you make out their flag?" he cried.

"It is white," he cried, "with stripes of green. It bears on its fief the head of a bosk!"

One of the slaves, chained before me, whispered over his shoulder, "What is your name, Captain?"

"Bosk," I told him, pulling on the oar.

"Aiii!" he cried.

"Row!" screamed the oar-master. The seamen with the whips rushed between the benches, but none, of all those there chained, slacked on the oars.

"They are gaining!" I heard a seaman cry from above.

"Faster!" someone cried from above decks.

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But already the keleustes was pounding maximum beat. And doubtless that beat could not be long maintained. About a quarter of an Ahn later I heard what I had been waiting for.

"Two more ships!" cried the lookout.

"Where?" cried Tenrik.

"Dead ahead!" cried the lookout. "Dead ahead!"

"Helm half to starboard!" cried Tenrik.

"Up oars!" cried the oar-master. "Port Oars! Stroke!"

We lifted our oars, and then those of the port side only entered the water and pressed against it. In a few strokes the heavy Rena had swung some eight points, by the Gorean compass, to starboard.

"Full oars!" cried the oar-master. "Stroke!"

"What shall we do?" whispered the slave before me.

"Row," I told him.

"Silence!" cried one of the seamen, and struck us each a stroke with the whip. Then, foolishly, they began to lash away at the sweating backs of the slaves. Two of the men lost the oars, and the free oars fouled those of other men. The oar-master rushed between the benches and tore the whips away from the seamen, ordering them above decks. He was a good oar-master.

The man then called out, "Up oars! Ready Oars! Stroke!"

Again we found our rhythm, and again the Rena moved through the waters.

"Faster!" cried a man down into the rowing hold. The oar-master judged his men. The beat was, even now, scarcely being made.

"Decrease the beat by five points," said the oar-master to the keleustes.

"Fool!" I heard.

Anad an officer rushed down the steps into the rowing hold, and struck the oar-master from his chair. "Maximum beat!" he screamed to the keleustes.

Again the rhythm was that of the maximum beat. The officer, with a cry of rage, then turned and ran up the stairs to the main deck. Maximum beat. But, in less than an Ehn, one man failed to maintain it, and then two, and the oars began to foul. Relentlessly

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though the keleustes, under his orders, pounded the great drum. Then the strokes of the drum were no longer coordinated with the oars. The men, many of them, could no longer maintain the beat of the keleustes, and they had no guide for a stroke they could draw.

The oar-master, his face bloody climbed to his feet. "Up oars!" he cried. Then he spoke to the keleustes, wearily, "Ten from maximum beat."

We took up this beat, and again the Rena moved.

"Faster!" cried the officer from above. "Faster!"

"This is not a tarn ship!" cried the oar-master.

"You will die!" screamed the officer down into the hold. "You will die!"

As the keleustes kept his beat, the oar-master, trembling, mouth bloody, walked between the benches. He came toward me. He looked at me.

"I am in command here," I told him.

"I know," he said.

At that moment the officer again came down the steps, entering the rowing hold. His eyes were wild. He had a drawn sword in his hand.

"Which of these," he asked, "is the captain from Port Kar?"

"I am," I told him.

"You are the one they call Bosk?" he said.

"I am he," I said.

"I am going to kill you," he said.

"I would not, if I were you," I said.

His hand hesitated.

"Should anything happen to me," I said, "I do not think my men would be much pleased."

His hand fell.

"Unchain me," I told him.

"Where is the key?" he asked the oar-master.

When I was unchained, I stepped from the oar. The rest of the men were startled, but they maintained the beat.

"Those of you who are with me," I said, "I will free."

There was a cheer from the slaves.

Book #8 "Hunters of Gor"

by John Norman

It was not unknown that among the bands in the forests, a male might be sold for as little as a handful of such candies. When dealing with men, however, the girls usually demanded, and received, goods of greater value to them, usually knives, arrow points, small spear points; sometimes armlets, and bracelets and necklaces, and mirrors; sometimes slave nets and slave traps, to aid in their hunting? sometimes slave chains, and manacles, to secure their catches.

I had the goods brought from the ship, with scales to weigh out the candies. Sheera, and her girls, watched carefully, not trusting men, and counted the arrow points twice. Satisfied, Sheera stood up. ?Take the slaves,? she said. The nude male wretches were, by men from the Tesephone, cut down. They fell to the sand, and could not stand. I had them placed in slave chains.

"Carry them to the ship," said I to my men.

The girls, as the slaves were carried toward the water, swarmed around them, spitting on them, and striking them, jeering and mocking them.

"This one", said one of the girls, "will look well chained at the bench of a galley."

"This one," said Sheera, poking the other in the shoulder with her knife, "is not bad." She laughed. "Sell him to a rich woman."

He turned his head away from her, his eyes closed, a male slave.

Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave market. A high price for a male is a silver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer?s coiled whip, will bring as much, or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman?s slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman?s compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. Of there are few such on the market at a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women?s auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.

Book #10 "Tribesmen of Gor"

by John Norman

Two brawny male slaves, stripped to the waist, spun the two handles on the racks.

From the secret pits of Klima, it was said, no slave had ever returned. Kaiila are not permitted at Klima, even to the guards. Supplies are brought in, and salt carried away, by caravan, on which the pits must depend. Other than the well at Klima, there is no other water within a thousand pasangs. The desert is the wall at Klima. The locations of the pits, such as those at Klima, are little known, and, to protect the resource, are kept secret by mine agents and merchants. Women are not permitted at Klima, lest men kill one another for them.

Book #14 "Fighting Slave of Gor"

by John Norman

Chapter 3

The woman in the black leather, she whom I had taken as my jailer, gave a signal.

"No, please!" I cried.

Helpless I felt myself lifted higher and, on the system of ropes, carried out over the sunken enclosure, the floor of which was some seventy-five feet below me.

I could sense the animals below me, their large size, the fetid smell, almost overwhelming, swirling upward, their energetic stirring, their twisting in and about one another. I put my head back and could glimpse several of the furred bodies below. I saw their heads raised, their eyes blazing, their long, dark tongues, triangular, their distended jaws, the two rows of fangs. Then I felt the rope give a hitch and I was lowered a foot toward them.

The first of the beasts leaped upward toward me, falling short by several feet, falling back, scrambling, among the others. I was then lowered some five to seven feet again. I wept with misery. I could feel the heavy collar now against the bottom of my chin, as it had slipped down. The metal attachment, which I took to be a ring, lay against my chin.

I was then lowered some ten more feet, then another ten feet. The animals were now much more frenzied, save for some, here and there in the enclosure, in small groups, snarling and scratching, tearing apart meat already lowered into the pit. The rope then again slipped, being lowered again.

"Please, stop!" I begged. I could see the woman with such white skin, she in the black leather, with the whip, at the height of the barrier. Behind her were the two brutes who had taken me from my cell. I had never seen such strength as theirs. I had been helpless in their hands. They had controlled me with utter ease.

I was now, squirming and crying, some forty feet above the floor of the pit below. The rope lowered again. I screamed with misery. The animals, then, began to leap upward. I heard jaws snap not more than a yard or so below my head. I saw the raking of broad claws, exposed, curved and white, pass sweeping below me. I was certain they could, with a single, wicked blow, half tear my head from my body.

My screams mingled with the raging snarls and piercing hunger screams of the beasts. The rope gave another hitch, and I was lowered another foot. Then I was lowered another foot. I cried out with misery.

Then I felt my body, suddenly, swung to the side and drawn upward. I was hoisted up, on the system of ropes, then, to the barrier, and over it. The two brutes who had taken me from my cell removed me from the hook. They then unbound my ankles. They then removed the rope from my belly, which had held the manacles close to the small of my back. Two men placed a large piece of meat on the hook from which I had been removed and, in a moment, on the system of ropes, had hoisted it over the barrier, out over the enclosure, and down to the animals. I heard them fighting, tearing at it. The large Oriental fellow pulled my hands, manacled behind my back, toward him. He then, with a key, removed them from me and replaced them in the snap strap at his belt. They had been his.

"Kneel," said the fair-skinned, leather-clad woman, my jailer.

I knelt, terrified. I could hear the animals tearing apart the meat below.

"Legs spread," she said. I complied, shuddering.

"Do you know now you are a slave?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, "yes!"

"Yes, what?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I don't know!"

"Yes, Mistress,'" she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Say now," she said, " `I am a slave, Mistress.'?

"I am a slave, Mistress," I said.

"Say now," she said, " 'I am your slave, Mistress.'"

"I am your slave Mistress," I said.

"You may now put your head down and kiss my feet," she said.

I did so. I was terrified of her.

"Do you know on what world you now find yourself?" she asked.

I dared not answer her.

"It is called 'Gor'," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I trembled. I almost fainted. There was truly a Gor.

"Look up, Slave," she said.

I looked up.

"And on Gor," she said, "you are a slave."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"On Gor," she said, "we do not accept disobedience in slaves, not the least disobedience, is that clearly understood?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Beyond that," she said, "a slave is expected to be fully pleasing, fully. Is that understood, perfectly?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"The animals you have seen are called sleen," she said. "They are used for many purposes on Gor. One purpose they are commonly used for is to hunt down and destroy slaves. That is the purpose, incidentally, for which the animals you have just seen have been trained."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"It is common also on Gor to take troublesome or disobedient slaves, or recalcitrant slaves, or slaves who have not been fully pleasing, perhaps even in a quite minor way, either male or female salves, and feed them to sleen. Indeed, sometimes slaves are fed to sleen simply for the amusement of the masters."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Do you understand now, just a little, what it might be to be a slave on Gor?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Get on your hands and knees," she said.

I did so.

One of the men, the strong fellow with brown, shaggy hair, said something to her. She laughed, and shook her head. They exchanged a remark or two, and then the two men, the fellow with brown, shaggy hair and the other man, the large Oriental fellow, turned about and left.

"He was asking," she said, "if I wished him to accompany me back to the cell." She hung the whip on her belt, folding back its blades. There was a small ring on the butt end of the whip which fitted over a hook on the belt. The blades of the whip fitted under a clip, also on the belt. She turned the collar on my throat, so that the metal attachment, or ring, was at the back. "I told him it would not be necessary," she said. She unslung the metal chain from her belt. "I told him you were tame," she said. She then snapped the chain on the collar. She jerked it. I was on my hands and knees, leashed. "You are tamed, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Come along now," she said. "We are returning to the cell."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Kneel here," she said.

I knelt where she indicated. She took the shackles from the rear ring and snapped them on my ankles. She came around in front of me, and crouched down. "Put your wrists here," she said.

I put my wrists where she had indicated and she snapped them into the waiting manacles, those attached to the forward ring. She had already removed the chain leash from my collar and, coiling it, slung it on her belt.

I then knelt chained before her. I was again in my cell. Again my ankles were shackled to a ring. Again my wrists were manacled to the forward ring. Things were much as they had been before, before she had called the men to fetch me forth from the cell. There was, however, one important difference. Before there had knelt on that spot a free man in chains. There knelt there now only a chained slave.

She stood up and backed away a bit, and stood there, regarding me.

"You will commonly," she said, not unkindly, "when kneeling before a free woman, keep your knees spread, unless your lady wishes otherwise."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"That is right," she said. "I find that good. But remember, the whim of the Mistress is everything."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"You are, as far as I know," she said, "the first male of Earth brought to Gor as a slave."

"It is an accident that I am here," I said. "I fell across the path of slavers. Please send me back to Earth."

"Be silent, Slave," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She walked around behind me, where I could not see her.

"I was once, for a time, on your planet," she said.

"Oh?" I said.

I heard a very tiny sound, almost inaudible, metallic.

"Did you hear that sound?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"It is the sound of the whip being removed from my belt," she said.

I said nothing.

"You will learn to know it well," she said. "Yes," she said, "a year and a half ago, in the service of my superiors, I spent several months on your world. Are you afraid you are going to be lashed?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"It was there," she said, "that I learned the nature of the males of Earth, and to despise them."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

I heard a tiny sound again, very similar to the first.

"I have replaced the whip on my belt," she said. Then she came again in front of me, where she might look down on me. The whip hung again at her belt.

"I'm not going to whip you now," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"Jason," I said. "Jason Marshall."

"You have no name," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"But `Jason' will do," she said. "You are Jason."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"The name is now a slave name," she said, "put on you because it pleases me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I was now a named slave.

She went to the side of the cell. There, on a shelf, were two shallow pans. They had been there before. She carried one of them over to me. It contained, as I now saw, pieces of meat. She held the pan in her left hand and, with her right hand, picked out a piece of meat. She looked down at me.

"The transition to slavery will be easier for you than for a true man," she said, "but it will still, doubtless, not be easy for you."

I looked up at her, miserably.

"Feed, Jason," she said, putting the piece of meat in my mouth.

"I have been to Earth," she said. "I have seen the males there. There are so few men among them. Is it so hard, I wonder, to be a man. Why is it that so many of the males of Earth have given up their manhood, and pretend to rejoice in their mutilation. Doubtless there are complex historical causes. It is interesting, the grotesque shapes into which culture can shape a tortured biology." As she spoke, she continued to feed me.

"But I feel no pity for you sorry males of Earth," she said, "for you have permitted this to be done to you. What despicable weaklings and cowards you are. You have little left to you but the vestiges of your manhood, and you let even those, bit by bit, be taken from you."

She thrust another piece of meat in my mouth.

"Poor, pretty Jason," she said. "He does not know what to think." She smiled at me. "I will tell you a secret, Jason," she said, "you were a slave before, but did not know it. You were the slave of a culture, of values, of propaganda and women. Your chains were invisible, so you pretended they did not exist. But did you not, nonetheless, feel their weight? Are things so different here than there for you? There is, surely, little true difference. The whips here, of course, are of real leather, and the chains of honest iron. When you feel them you need not pretend they are something other than what they are." She stopped feeding me. "They are precisely what they seem," she said, "true leather and iron. And you are precisely what you seem to be, a slave."

"Yes, Mistress," I said, miserably.

She then put the pan of meat down on the stones, where I might reach it. She then went back to the shelf and brought the other pan to where I knelt. She placed it within my reach, on the stones. It contained water.

"Put your head down and drink," she said. "Do not use your hands."

I put my head down and drank.

"Stop," she said.

I stopped. She then, with her foot, white in that high, bootlike, thonged sandal, slid both the pan of meat and the pan of water out of my reach.

"The slave is completely dependent on the master or mistress," she said, "even for food and drink."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. She then, again, with her foot, slid the pan of meat and the pan of water to where I might reach them.

"Say `Thank you, Mistress,'" she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said.

"Put your head down again, and drink," she said.

Again I put my head down and, frightened, drank.

"Oh," she said, "how I despise you, and how I shall enjoy working with you."

I trembled.

"Look up, Jason," she said.

I looked up.

"Look into my eyes," she said.

I did so. It was difficult to meet her gaze.

"Who is stronger?" she asked.

"You, Mistress," I said. I had never encountered such inflexible resolve in a human being. I knew I could not begin to match the power and strength of her will, her stern character. I could only bend helplessly before it. She was totally superior to me. She was mistress; I was slave.

"Do I frighten you, Jason?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"You need only try to be totally pleasing," she said. "You will then, to some extent, improve your chances for life."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"The matter rests with me," she said, "with whether I am pleased or not."

"I will try to please you, Mistress," I said.

"I'm sure you will, pretty Jason," she said. She then stepped back from me. "I am not so terrible," she said. "I can be kind."

I looked at her, startled.

"Oh," she laughed, slapping the whip roughly at her side, "do not think I will not be strict with you. I am strict with all my charges. All, like yourself, must obey perfectly. All must be fully pleasing."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"But, too," she said, "I can be kind. There are worse mistresses on Gor than I."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"On this world, as on yours," she said, "there can be rewards for pleasing slaves. For example, perhaps in the future, you need not be chained like a raw slave, naked, in a stinking cell. There are better accommodations in the pens."

I put down my head. How conscious I was of the chains I wore. She went to the heavy door of the cell, which she had left open. There she stopped, and turned to face me. I turned to my left, to see her.

"Rewards, like punishments," she said, "lie within the prerogatives of the mistress, to distribute, both with respect to type and abundance, as she pleases."

"I understand, Mistress," I said.

"You understand, too, do you not," she asked, "that you are in my total power?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Whether you live or die is up to my whim," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, miserably.

"You are a slave," she said, "fully. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"But I am not cruel," she said. "If you please me, totally, I may even be kind to you."

"I will try to please you, Mistress," I said.

"It is in my power to make your life more pleasant, if I choose," she said. "Rewards can be many and varied, different sorts of chains and cells, clothing, and of various sorts, a lighter collar, different sorts of food. I can even have a woman thrown to you." She smiled. "Or would you, a male of Earth, know what to do with one?"

She turned about then and went through the heavy door of the cell, that door formed, like that wall of the cell itself, of bars and heavy, lateral crosspieces, set some six inches apart. She swung shut the door and it closed, with a heavy metallic ring that reverberated in the cells and corridor. She stood behind it, looking at me.

"Yes," she said, "you are pretty, Jason. I think you will do very nicely."

"Who are you?" I cried.

She looked at me from the other side of the bars. She was a large woman, tall and strong. She stood very straight. Her figure was striking. Her skin was very white. It contrasted vividly with the brief, confining black leather she wore. She wore, too, a headband of leather. At her waist was the heavy belt, from which hung a coiled chain, a ring of keys, a pair of manacles and a whip. "I am the Lady Gina," she said, "your trainer."

"Trainer?" I cried.

"Yes," she said.

"I do not understand," I said. "What is your work?"

"Have you not guessed?" she asked. "I train men to give pleasure to women."

I looked at her with horror.

She then took the ring of keys from her belt and thrust a key into the lock on the cell door, and turned it, locking the heavy door.

"Sleep well, pretty Jason," she said. "Your lessons begin in the morning."

She then replaced the keys on her belt, and left.

Chapter 8

I knelt, head down, before the square iron box, the exterior of which was enameled white, one side of which, its door, on hinges, lay opened on the tiles. I tensed. On two sides of the box, in red paint, was a Kef, in block printing. Kef, of course, is the initial letter not only of the Gorean expression 'Kajira', the most common Gorean expression for a female slave, but also `Kajirus', the most common Gorean expression for a male slave. The block printing indicated that the box was suitable for a male slave. This could also, of course, have been determined from its size which, though small, was larger than would have been that in which women would be placed. Such boxes, for women, were marked also with red on whiter but the letter, of course, would be the cursive Kef, which is also used as a common slave brand for imbonded females.

"Last night, Jason," said the Lady Gina, "we threw you a slave girl." She shook loose the blades of her slave whip. I kept my head down. "I was curious to see what you would do with her. I had wondered about you. I had thought there might be a bit of manhood in you." She suddenly lashed downward with the whip and I winced. "I see there was not," she said. She struck me again. The blades, in their stroke, burned cruelly on my back. I could not help tears forming in my eyes. Yet I think the tears were from frustration and misery, and from my shame, that I knew, in my heart, that I well deserved my beating, rather than from the mere pain of the harsh strokes.

"May I speak, my Mistress?" I begged.

"Yes," she said.

"I am a man of Earth," I said. "We prove our manhood by denying it. He who behaves least like a man shows himself thus to be most a man."

"Do you believe that?" asked the Lady Gina.

"No, Mistress," I said, miserably. I did not really believe it. I had only been taught to say it.

"Perhaps," she said, "those who pride themselves on the denial of their manhood deceive themselves. Perhaps it is thus they protect themselves from understanding that they have, in effect, no manhood to deny."

I kept my head down. I knew that males differed much, one from the other. Some were perhaps, for most practical purposes, without manhood. It would surely be easiest for them to pretend to expertise in its denial. Some males, I supposed, incredibly enough, did not feel strong urges and powerful appetites. There was nothing in their own experiences perhaps, which prepared them to understand drives, and desires and rages which might terrify them. There was simply nothing in their own experience, perhaps, thus, which prepared them to understand the desires and rages of natures deeper and mightier than theirs. These things would be to them simply colors they could not see, sounds they could not hear, worlds which must remain to them forever beyond their ken. But perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps there lies somewhere in all men a trace of the rover and hunter; perhaps no man is so weak or lost as to have forgotten completely the feel of the grasped, bloody bone in his paw, or what it was on a windy night to throw back his head and howl at a moon.

"How can one know," asked the Lady Gina, "if one has a manhood to deny, if one has never expressed it?"

"I do not know, Mistress," I said.

"Let those who have expressed their manhood," she said, "decide then whether or not they will ever again choose to deny it."

I did not speak.

I did not know what it would be, truly, to be a man. I feared manhood. Suppose that I became a man. How then, once having dared to taste meat and blood, and victory, could I again surrender so preciously recollected a birthright? I knew that men must not be men. I kept my head down.

"Slave," sneered the Lady Gina.

I knelt naked, the steel collar of the house of Andronicus on my neck, before the small, opened slave box. On its top it had two sets of rings, each set placed along an edge of the top, through which long carrying poles might be thrust. To one side, behind Grout and to the back, stood four carrying slaves, large, brawny, collared men, two of whom held the poles, like spears, butt down, on the tiles.

"Look up, Jason, Slave," said the Lady Gina. "Look about you."

I looked up, and at the Lady Gina, and the men in the room.

"How are you regarded, Handsome Slave?" asked the Lady Gina.

"With contempt, Mistress," I said.

"Yes," she said.

It was true. All in the room looked upon me with contempt, even the slaves, I, a kneeling man of Earth.

"Put down your head, Slave," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I lowered my head.

"How fit you are to be a slave," she said, scornfully.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I did not know why she should be so angry with me. Somehow she seemed to feel that I had disappointed her.

What did she want of one who was only a slave?

Suddenly, crying out with rage, she began to strike at me with the whip. I knelt, naked, miserable, under the blows.

She struck me, again and again.

Then, after a time, she wearied. She hooked the whip again on her belt. She pulled up my head by the hair.

"Is there a man in you, Jason?" she asked.

I did not speak. She smiled. "Get into the slave box," she said.

I hesitated. "Do you obey?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Then obey," she said.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

I crawled into the tiny box, on my knees. It was barely large enough to contain me. The metal door, behind me, was lifted and flung shut. I heard bolts thrust in place. I pressed against the sides of the iron container. On both the right and left, about level with my eyes, the sides of the container were perforated with fifteen small holes, arranged in three horizontal rows of five openings apiece. Each opening was about a half of an inch in diameter. I heard the two long poles being thrust through the sets of rings on the roof of the box.

"Deliver him to the market of Tima," I heard the Lady Gina say.

"It will be done, Lady Gina," said Prodicus.

I felt the box being lifted into the air, suspended by the rings and poles. I put my head down, and wept. I was a man of Earth. I was a slave.

Chapter 9

"Are you a pretty one?" I heard. A woman's voice had spoken. I looked up, through the perforations.

"I can see very little of him," said another voice, also that of a woman. Two free women, veiled and in robes, stood near the slave box. They had market baskets on their arms.

"Are you pretty?" I heard.

"I do not know, Mistress," I said.

She laughed. "For what market are you bound?" asked the other woman.

"The market of Tima," I said.

They looked at one another and laughed. "I'll bet you are a pretty one!" said one of the women.

"My companion would not even let me have a pet like you," said the other.

"Are you quite tame?" asked the first woman.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"He probably is," said the second woman. "The market of Tima is famous for her tamed slaves."

I did not tell them that I came from a world in which almost all the males were perfectly tamed, indeed, a world in which males were supposed to pride themselves on their inoffensiveness and agreeability.

"I do not trust Kajiri," said the first woman. "They can revert. Can you imagine how fearful that might be, if one turned on you?"

The second one shuddered, but I thought with pleasure. "Yes," she said.

"Consider your danger, and what they might make you do," said the first.

"Yes," said the second.

"They might treat you as though you were little better than a slave."

"Or perhaps as only a slave," said the second.

"How horrifying that would be," said the first.

"Yes," said the second, but it seemed to me that she, beneath her robes and veil, shuddered again with pleasure.

"But if the Mistress is strong," said the first, "what has she to fear?"

"One who is stronger than she," said the second.

"I am stronger than any man," said the first.

"But what if you should meet your Master?" asked the second.

The first one was silent then for a moment. Then she spoke. "I would love him and serve him, helplessly," she said.

"Beautiful Mistresses," I said, "can you tell me in what city I am?"

"Be silent, Slave," said the first woman.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Curiosity is not becoming in a Kajirus," said the second.

"Yes, Mistress," I said. "Forgive me, Mistresses."

They turned away, their market baskets on their arms. The butt of the whip of Prodicus suddenly struck twice at the side of the box, sharply. I jerked away from the sound, crying out, startled, frightened. "Be silent in there, Slave," he said, "or you will be well beaten."

"Yes, Master," I said. "Forgive me, Master."

I then felt the slave box, on the rings and poles, again being lifted. I pressed my face again to the perforations. I saw the brightly colored robes and tunics of the people. The square was crowded. I saw market stalls and heard the cries of vendors hawking their goods. I smelled fresh vegetables and roasting meat. The day was bright. The air was clear. On a cement dais, at one side of the square, I saw a man selling naked, chained slave girls. They were very beautiful, and piteous, in their collars and chains. I thought of Miss Beverly Henderson. How lovely she had been. I scarcely dared to conjecture what tragic fate might have befallen her on this rude world.

"Make way," called Prodicus. "Make way for goods bound for the market of Tima!"

Chapter 10

The door of the slave box, behind me, was opened, and swung down. At the same time I was thrust forward in the box and my ankles were seized. I was dragged backwards out of the box on my belly. Four men held me. Prodicus jammed the key into the lock on the back of my collar and, in an instant, had opened the collar, which he jerked from my throat. Almost at the same time another man closed another collar about my throat and snapped it shut. I then wore the collar of the House of Tima. I saw a woman, stern and cruel, in black leather, with leather wristlets, sign a paper. Prodicus placed the paper in his tunic. Two men lifted me and flung me to my knees on the cement flooring of the large room. The door, or gate, to the slave box was swung up and shut, the bolts thrown in place. Prodicus gestured to the carrying slaves and they set their poles again through the rings and, in moments, they, carrying the box, preceded by Prodicus, had exited through an iron door.

I felt the woman's whip under my chin. It pushed my head up.

"Greetings, Pretty Slave," she said.

"Greetings, Mistress," I said.

"I am Tima," she said. "I am Mistress here"

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

Then she turned to the men about her, strong fellows, fit for keeping order in slave pens.

"Whip him," she said. "Then clean and groom him. Then send him to my chamber."

"Yes, Lady Tima," said one of them.

I was lifted to my feet and, two men holding my arms, was dragged stumbling from her presence.

"Kneel here," said the man, indicating a position before the heavy door, of iron, in the dark corridor. "When we have left," he said, "make your presence known."

"Yes, Master," I said, miserably. I had not been in the House of Tima more than a few Elm before I had been bound at a whipping ring, suspended over my head, and, dangling, feet tethered to a second ring, well lashed. I had then been conducted to a small, low-ceilinged cell in which I was locked. I lay there, alone, miserable, I conjecture, for some Ahn. Then a man brought a pan of water and a bowl of moistened slave gruel. I was not hungry but I was ordered to eat and, kneeling, observed, did so. When I had fed to his satisfaction he made me precede him to a warm, humid chamber. In that place there were sunken baths, cisterns of water, and vessels of heating water. Too, there were strigils, towels and oils. He removed my collar and ordered me into the bath. It was uncomfortably hot but I dared not object. Gorean masters tend not to be tolerant of the feelings of slaves. An enslaved male of Earth, fool that I was, I did not even know how to take a bath. Laughing, he explained to me the use of the strigils, the rinsings and oils. Frightened though I was, I was pleased, in the lengthy process of the bath, which tends for Goreans to be a pleasant experience, and is often a social one, at the public baths, to rid myself of the stink of the pens. I had then been scented, with the colognes and perfumes thought suitable for certain types of male slaves. I was then given a white, silken tunic.

She at last, wearily, thrust back the papers and put down the marking pencil. She rose to her feet and stretched, and turned to look at me.

"Get on the couch," she said, "on your back."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She went to the right side of the couch and, in a routine and unconcerned fashion, lifted a shackle, on a chain, which she snapped shut on my right ankle. She then walked about the couch and, on the left, similarly secured my left ankle, She then, as I felt the movement through the left shackle, my leg pulled slightly to the left, adjusted that chain at the ring. She then walked about the bottom of the couch and, taking my right wrist, locked it on a manacle, at my right side. She then went about the head of the couch and, taking my left wrist, enclosed it, too, in a manacle, at my left side, which she then snapped shut. My left wrist was pulled further then to the left, as she adjusted the chain on the left manacle, fixing the length of its play by a snap ring thrust through a link and about the couch ring. My feet, then, had been well chained, and my hands, too, had been well chained, and a few inches from my sides. She had done these things with the same habitual routine, the same lack of attention and concern, with which she might have hung up a piece of wearing apparel or replaced a comb and brush on a vanity.

"Do you remember me. Jason?" she asked.

"I think so, Mistress," I said. "You were the slaver, were you not, who subjected me to such thorough assessment in the House of Andronicus?"

"You have a good eye for women, Jason," she said. "I was veiled."

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. "Yes, Mistress," I said.

"Did I frighten you, Jason?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"How I despise weakness in men," she said.

I did not speak.

"You are of Earth, are you not?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

"The Lady Gina told me this," she said, "in the House of Andronicus. Too, it is on your papers."

"Yes, Mistress," I said.

She looked down at me, I a man of Earth, chained helplessly before her on her couch.

"Do the women of your world not despise weakness in men?" she asked.

"No, Mistress," I said. "They desire it."

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"It is what we have been taught," I said.

"Interesting," she said. "Are they, then, so different from all other women?"

"Perhaps, Mistress," I said. "I do not know."

"I wonder, then," she said, "if that is true, why the females brought here from Earth become such dreams of pleasure and submission for Gorean males."

"I do not know," I said.

"Surely you know that they, stripped and collared, thrown to the feet of strong men, make fantastic, yielding slave sluts?"

"I did not know, Mistress," I said. I knew nothing of Earth-girl slaves. I had heard, however, to be honest, that they were prized in certain markets, and often brought good prices. I supposed there must be some explanation for their economic value. I thought of poor Beverly Henderson. I hoped, somehow, she had managed to escape the cruel fate of female slavery. How piteous it would be if her beauty, so lovely and delicate, were simply to be rudely auctioned to the highest bidder. What an affront to her intelligence and personhood! Too, I thrust from my mind, frightened, the thought of what a joy it would be to own her.

"I find you interesting, Jason," said the Lady Tima. She went to a cabinet, and opened it, removing from it a slave whip.

I tensed.

"When I first saw you," she said, "I felt, for a moment, looking into your eyes, that they might be the eyes of a man. I thought this even though I had been informed you were of the planet Earth."

I did not speak.

"I thought, for a moment," she said, "looking into your eyes that they were the sort of eyes before which a woman fears that the lineaments of her features, even though veiled, may be clear to him under whose observation she finds herself. Indeed, she fears, as his eyes imperiously, casually, rove over her, that her beauty and needs, in spite of the intervening robes, the intervening layers of cloth, may be exposed as helplessly to him as those of a slave girl."

I did not speak. She moved the whip and its coils gently upon my body, half caressing it, half instructing it in its bondage.

"Please do not whip me," I said.

"But then," she said, "I discovered that you were not a man, but only a slave, and one who was despicably weak."

"Please, Mistress," I begged, "do not whip me."

She put the whip aside, on the couch beside me. "Do not fear, Jason," she said. She looked down at me. "You are not worth whipping," she said.

She put her hands to the high, ornate collar of her robes, undoing the silver clasp. She slipped the robe from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She was strikingly beautiful.

"I will not play long with you, Jason," she said. "I will soon send you back to your chains."

"What are you going to do with me?" I asked.

She laughed. She went then to the wine and poured the goblet half full. Then she came and sat near me, at the top of the couch. I struggled to my elbows, as I could. I put my head back. She supported my head, and put the goblet to my lips. "Drink, pretty Jason," she said. "It will make you less tense." She then tilted the goblet and poured the wine, bit by bit, into my mouth. I drank, frightened. Then she left the couch and returned the goblet to a small table. In a moment she had returned to the side of the couch, where she stood, looking down at me.

I could already begin to feel the wine. I was still half on my elbows. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"Treat you as what you are," she said, "a man of Earth, a weakling, at the mercy of a Gorean free woman."

I regarded her, frightened.

"Lie back, pretty Jason," she said. I lay back. The furs were deep about me. I felt the inflexible clasp of the steel on my ankles and wrists.

Then suddenly, lightly, like a cat, she slipped onto the couch beside me.

"I do not understand," I said. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Own you," she whispered. "Use you for my pleasure."

I looked at her with horror.

She smiled and then thrust the whip, crosswise, in my mouth, between my teeth. She then aroused, and raped me.

Chapter 11

"Yes," I said. "It is the name I have been given." I wore the name `Jason' now only as a slave name. Slaves have no names in their own right. They are only animals. They are called whatever their masters wish.

There is so much more to this book. i recommend reading it once it is in the library.

Book 17 "Savages of Gor"

by John Norman

Chapter 2

Most Gorean slave girls are comely, or beautiful. This is easy to understand. It is almost always the better looking women who are taken for slaves, and, of course, in breeding slaves, it is commonly only the most beautiful of female slaves who are used, these usually being crossed, hooded, with handsome male silk slaves, also hooded. The female offspring of these matings, needless to say, are often exquisite. The male offspring, incidentally, and interestingly, to my mind, are often handsome, strong and quite masculine. This is perhaps because many male silk slaves are chosen to be male silk slaves not because they are weak or like women, but because they are not; it is only that they are men, and often true men, who must serve women, totally, in the same fashion that a slave female is expected to serve a free master. To be sure, it is also true, and should be admitted in all honesty, that many male silk slaves are rather feminine; some women prefer this type, perhaps because they fear true men; from such a silk slave they need not fear that they may suddenly be turned upon, and tied, and taught to be women. Most women, however, after a time, find this type of silk slave a banality and a bore; charm and wit can be entertaining, but, in time, if not conjoined with intellect and true masculine power, they are likely to wear thin.

The feminine type of male silk slave, incidentally, for better or for worse, is seldom selected for breeding purposes. Gorean slave breeders, perhaps benighted in this respect, prefer what they take to be health to what they think of as sickness, and what they take to be strength to what they deem weakness. Some female slaves, incidentally, have a pedigreed lineage going back through several generations of slave matings, and their masters hold the papers to prove this. It is a felony in Gorean law to forge or falsify such papers. Many Goreans believe that all women are born for the collar, and that a woman cannot be truly fulfilled as a woman until a strong man puts it on her, until she finds herself reduced to her basic femaleness at his feet.

In the case of the bred female slave, of course, she has been legally and literally, in anyone's understanding, bred to the collar, and in a full commercial and economic sense, as a business speculation on the part of masters. The features most often selected for by the breeders are beauty and passion. It has been found that intelligence, of a feminine sort, as opposed to the pseudomasculine type of intelligence often found in women with large amounts of male hormones, is commonly linked, apparently genetically, with these two hitherto mentioned properties. There are few male slaves with long pedigrees. Goreans, though recognizing the legal and economic legitimacy of male slavery, do not regard it as possessing the same biological sanction as attaches to female slavery. The natural situation, in the mind of many Goreans, is that the master set/slave relation is one, which ideally exists between man and woman, with the woman in the property position. Male slaves, from time to time, can receive opportunities to win their freedom, though, to be sure, usually in situations of high risk and great danger. Such opportunities are never accorded to the female slave. She is totally helpless. If she is to receive her freedom it will be fully and totally, and only, by the decision of her master.

Types of male slaves

Field slaves:

"These slaves work in the fields, cultivating and caring for the crops, commonly dressed in plain, sturdy slave tunics with shorn hair."

~Magicians of Gor, page 299-302~

Fighting slaves:

"Many cities have arena for gladiatorial combat. This combat is often quite lethal and many fighting slaves are seriously injured or killed during these games. These male slaves may learn the use of certain weapons, primarily cestae and other common arena weapons. In most cases, free men do not enter these arena games."

Galley slaves:

"Port Kar, Cos and Tyros utilize thousands of male galley slaves on their ships."

Seduction slaves:

"They are used to lure free women into compromising situations so that the women can be made slaves by the couching laws. The couching laws exist in many Gorean cities. Essentially the law states that any free woman who couches with another's slave, or even prepares to do so, becomes a slave herself and the slave of the male slave's master."

~Magicians of Gor, page 8 ~

Silk slaves:

"A male slave kept by Free Women as sexual toys, handsome and sometimes pretty by male standards, these slaves are often muscular and manly, as Free Women love having strong men at their feet, this can be dangerous if the slave doesn't know his place or wishes to be free. At the present time there is a city ordinance in Ar which restricts the sexual use, or "couching" of slaves by Free Women, due to the widespread belief that the physical charms of precious Free Women are reserved only for the free."

~Fighting Slave of Gor, page 157 and 164 ~

Stable slaves:

"These kajiri are kept in stables and care for the livestock sometimes fighting for benefits, or betting money for their Owners; rewarded with female stable slaves."

Thralls:

"Male slaves of Torvaldsland."

~Marauders of Gor page 82~

Work slaves:

"They are usually used on cargo galleys, mines, great farms or as porters on wharves. Many cities use male slaves for some of the unpleasant labor in the cities, such as in the refuse pits. Most males work on chains with other slaves."

Types of Brands

Brand: Slaves on Gor are branded, usually with a Kef, the Gorean equivalent of 'K,' the first letter of the words kajira and kajirus. Males slaves are branded with a block Kef, whereas the female slaves are branded with a highly stylized cursive Kef. Although many different brands can be found, with some Masters even choosing to design a unique brand for their slaves, the most common is the Kef.

"I have five brands," said the metal worker, "the common Kaura brand, the Dina, the Palm, the mark of Treve, the mark of Port Kar."

From Explorers of Gor, page 70

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Kajirus

Those who jeered me or sported with their straps and stones would have little reason for not thinking me slave. I was barefooted; my only garment was a short woolen, sleeveless tunic; on both the back and the front of this tunic was sewn a large block letter, the initial letter of the Gorean expression “Kajirus,” which means a male slave.

Nomads of Gor, page 30

“She is a match for any man,” said Alyena. Her eyes shone with pride.

I turned to the slave master. “Fetch a male slave,” I said.

One was brought. He was not a large fellow. He was, however, an inch or so taller than the female slave.

“You certify me,” said I to the slave master, “that this man is neither clumsy nor stupid, nor drunk, nor an instructor in combat intent upon increasing the confidence of his pupils.”

“It is so certified,” he smiled. “He is used in cleaning the pens. He is a drover who falsified the quality-markings on spice crates.”

I placed a copper tarn disk on the desk of the slave master.

“Fight,” I said to the slaves.

“Fight,” said the slave master.

The man looked puzzled. With a cry of rage, shrill and vicious, the female slave leapt toward him, slashing his across the face with the quirt. She struck him twice before he, angry, took the quirt from her and threw it aside.

“Do not anger me,” her told her.

He turned and caught her kick on his left thigh. She leapt at him, fingers like claws, to tear out his eyes. He seized her wrists. He turned her about. She could not move. Then, with considerable force, as she cried out with misery, he flung her, the length of her body, belly front, against the stone wall.

He then stepped back, jerked her ankles from under her and flung her to the stones, and knelt across her back. She wept and struck the stones with her fists. Then her halter was removed and her hands pulled behind her and bound with it. He discarded her belt and the strips of leather. He removed her sandals. With one of the long, straplike laces, he crossed and bound her ankles. Then, angrily, he turned her collar, hurting her, with its ring, to the back.

With the other straplike lace, run through the ring and tied the binding on her ankles, her jerked her ankles up, high, fastening them there. The he crouched over her and she lay bound at his feet. He turned her head, looking over her right shoulder, so that it faced him; he crouched so that she could not move; his right ankle was against her left cheek. He poised his thumbs, held downward, over her eyes.

“I am a woman at your mercy,” she wept. “Please, Master, do not hurt me!”

He looked to the slave master. The slave master came to where the woman lay. He looked down at her. He called two slaves from behind the silver curtain. They looked down at the woman. Then the slave master said, “Put her in slave silk, and give her to male slaves.”

She was freed of the cord binding her ankles to her collar ring.

She was jerked to her feet and held there; she could not stand by herself for her feet were still crossed and bound. “Who are the masters?” asked the slave master of her.

The woman, hair before her face, held upright by men, looked to Alyena. The woman trembled. “Men,” she whispered. “Men are the masters.”

Alyena’s face turned white.

{Tribesman of Gor - 82}

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 - 345}

Quotes

There is no distinctive garment for a male slave on Gor, since, as it is said, it is not well for them to discover how numerous they are.

{Outlaw of Gor - 66}

The male slave, or Kajirus, seldom has a locked collar; normally a band of iron is simply hammered about his neck; often he works in chains, usually with other male slaves; in some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves; a captured female is almost invariably collared; a captured male is almost invariably put to the sword.

{Assassins of Gor - 51}

Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a slaver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.

{Hunters of Gor - 32}

“They are male silk slaves, pleasantly featured, symmetrically proportioned, charming fellows, gentle, sensitive, unthreatening. They are well trained to be a woman’s slave.”

“Ah!” she said, as though interested.

“They are the sort,” he said, “with whom a lady might chat of her day, her doings, and thoughts, with whom she might exchange gossip, and gratefully share delicate confidences. They are well-trained to be a woman’s slave. They would look well in their silk at your slave ring. You could be proud of them as they hurry about your errands, keep your quarters and serve your friends.”

“They are not masculine, are they?” she inquired. “I find masculinity so offensive and vulgar.” She said.

“You need have no fear,” he said. “They have been selected for their nature, which is that to be a woman’s slave.”

{Witness of Gor - 132}

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 4

Book 12, Beasts of Gor, pages 235 - 236

" 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.

'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "

Book 13, Explorers of Gor, page 125

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KAJIRUS BASICS (#19, Version 5.0)

Women are not the only gender that may be enslaved on Gor. Men also may face that fate, though in far fewer numbers. On Gor, one of the terms for a male slave is a "kajirus" and its plural form is "kajiri." "Kajiri" is also used to refer to a group of slaves consisting of women and men. A common mistake is that some believe that "kajirus" is the plural form and that the singular form is "kajiru." The number of male slaves on Gor is very low, especially in the cities. Only about 10% of all the slaves on Gor are males. Men captured during wars or raids are usually slain instead of being taken captive and enslaved. Most male slaves are either debtors or criminals though a small number are captives.

Male slaves are mainly enslaved for economic reasons, as cheap labor. The Gorean philosophy of "natural order" supports female slavery but it does not support male slavery. Gorean society though recognizes the validity, legality and economic necessity of male slavery. It is a more practical decision and not one based on a deeper philosophy. Under these justifications, anyone can be enslaved. Not all societal institutions need be based on an underlying philosophical foundation. Some are simply practical concepts.

Few male slaves are considered valuable and they generally do not garner high prices, even at auction. The primary exceptions are male silk slaves and exotics. The normal high price for a male slave, not a silk slave or exotic, is a silver tarsk. Many female slaves would sell for more than that amount. There are also very few male slaves with long pedigrees. There are few reasons to breed male slaves except as exotics. Nearly any Gorean man can serve as a typical work slave.

The most common types of male slaves are the work slaves. They are usually used on cargo galleys, mines, great farms or as porters on wharves. Port Kar, Cos and Tyros utilize thousands of male galley slaves. Many cities use male slaves for some of the more unpleasant labor in the cities, such as in the refuse pits or cleaning the public baths. Some slaves may pull wagons in teams. Most men work on chains with other slaves. In some cities like Ar, an unchained male slave is rarely ever seen. Work gangs commonly consist of fifty to one hundred men though they may be as large as one thousand men. They are commonly considered to be cheap and expendable labor.

Free work chains also exist as slaves are not permitted to engage in certain construction work. Work slaves are not used for road construction, siege works, erecting walls, or the construction of temples and public buildings. In many respects though, free chains are often not much different from slaves. Many free chains consist of criminals. These criminals have been sold, for a nominal fee, to work gang leaders to serve out the rest of their sentence as a laborer. Though they are technically supposed to be freed when their prison term would be up not all are. Some work masters create stringent rules for their workers. If you violate one of these rules, it will add time onto your sentence. The rules are created so most of the workers will violate them at some point, effectively keeping the workers much longer than their original sentence. The workers are commonly kept under slave discipline and the work master can do anything he wants to them, including killing them.

Probably the lowest of all work slaves are the salt slaves of Klima. Klima is located deep in the dune country of the Tahari region. Its exact location is a well kept secret. Thousands of salt slaves work there to extract salt from brine pits, generally by drilling or flush mining. Salt slaves are taken there on foot. They are hooded, chained and led through the desert. Many never make it as far as Klima. Escape from Klima is nearly impossible and no one until Tarl Cabot had ever escaped from there. No kaiila are permitted there and there is no water for a thousand pasangs. No women are permitted there and the workday is from dawn to dusk. It is brutal work and few slaves last too long there.

Other male slaves may end up as fighting slaves, either gladiators or bodyguards. Many Gorean cities have arenas for gladiatorial combat. This combat is often quite lethal and many fighting slaves are seriously injured or killed during these games. These male slaves may learn the use of certain weapons, primarily cestae and other common arena weapons. The hook knife is a common arena weapon, either sheated or unsheathed. The hook knife is a small, thick, curved blade. In nonlethal combat, the weapon is sheathed and the sheath is coated with a bluish pigment to mark strikes. In most cases, free men do not enter these arena games.

Less formal fighting slaves may engage in stable bouts, generally a Low Caste form of entertainment. Many of these bouts are little more than bloody brawls. The bouts are commonly divided by weight classes. The two combatants, unarmed, enter a shallow pit. Their hands are usually wrapped in leather so they do not break their hands. There are few rules except holds to the death are not permitted. Men may punch, kick and such until only one man is standing. The combatants do get rest periods which are given only to make the fight last longer. Much betting goes on at these events. Another less formal type are the sport slaves who are used in hunts, often by women, as the prey.

Little is said about the use of male slaves as bodyguards. No guidelines are given for their use. In general, slaves are not permitted weapons so it is unsure if an exception is made for bodyguards. It is possible that such slaves can only rely on unarmed combat to defend their owner. It seems more likely that if someone wished to good bodyguard, they would hire a Warrior. Slave bodyguards might serve better to protect free women, walking the city streets, from Slavers and other such parties. Such slaves would be expected to give their lives to protect their Mistress.

Some male slaves engage in less strenuous work. Paga attendants are male slaves who work at paga taverns. They generally supervise the serving girls and collect payment for the paga and the use of the slave girls. Some male slaves may work as actors in the city theaters. Other male slaves may do some basic Caste work, generally the minor, monotonous work.

The most valuable male slave though is usually the silk slave, a certified woman's slave, akin to a Pleasure Slave. They are handsome men who have been specially trained to tend to a woman's needs. They are sold in special women's auctions that are closed to free men. Silk slaves generally sell for higher prices than many female slaves. Most silk slaves will sell for four to six silver tarsks. This is basically a matter of supply and demand, as there are very few such silk slaves on Gor. Most Gorean men make poor silk slaves. There are masculine and feminine male silk slaves. Some women fear the more masculine ones, worrying that such men will turn on them one day, enslaving them. Others secretly delight in that possibility. The feminine ones are rarely used for breeding. Free women think little of hiding their naked bodies from their silk slaves. Many free women though will not kiss their silk slaves as they do not wish to put their lips on a slave. A silk slave grows to know his Mistress quite well and is able recognize her body even when she is robed and veiled. Gorean men generally despise silk slaves and do not treat them well. When a city is captured, the victors often kill the silk slaves out of disgust.

A rare few of male slaves are used as seduction slaves. They are used to lure free women into compromising situations so that the women can be made slaves according to the Couching Law. The Couching Law exists in some Gorean cities and may have originated in Ar. Essentially the law states that any free woman who couches with another's slave, or even prepares to do so, becomes a slave herself and the slave of the male slave's master. "Couching" is a euphemism for sexual relations. Milo, a male slave from Magicians of Gor, is the primary example of a seduction slave. Milo is a large, graceful man with blond, curly hair. He is considered exceptionally handsome and wore a purple silk tunic and golden sandals. He was also a famous actor. His master, Appanius, would have him entice free women to meet him secretly. Once the women prepared to have sex with Milo, Appanius would come out of hiding with a couple witnesses and enslave the free woman pursuant to the Couching Law. Milo's activities were quite successful and his work as a seduction slave remained hidden for quite some time. I n cities that do not have a Couching Law, male silk slaves may be freely given to a female guest. In addition, a male slave can be slain for touching a free woman without her permission.

Another rare and expensive type of male slave are the exotics, those that are either bred or trained for unusual purposes. Exotics usually sell for high prices due to their rarity. Exotics may be bred for some deformity, even one as insignificant as large earlobes. Special Draft slaves are a type of bred exotic. The potential varieties of specially trained exotics is endless. One type of female trained exotic was a woman who was raised never knowing men existed. A man could be raised that same way, never knowing the existance of women.

Female slaves normally despise male slaves. They consider themselves the rightful property of only free persons. It is considered a great shame for a female slave to have to touch a male slave. Male slaves though are often permitted to have a female slave for their pleasure, especially as a reward. But, a male slave might be killed for touching a female slave without permission. Female slaves show contempt toward male slaves because they do not see them as real men, because they have been made slave.

Male slaves commonly kneel, like women do. They do not sit cross-legged like free men. Depending on the preference of their master, their knees may be spread or not. Male slaves may also be branded as any slave though it is not as common as with female slaves. Male slaves are branded with a large block "Kef", not the cursive letter used for female slaves. It is more expensive to feed male slaves than females slaves. In many other ways, male slaves are treated like female slaves. They are still considered only property. They must show respect to all free persons and are subject to discipline by any free person.

Male slaves though receive more opportunities to win their freedom though usually only in very dangerous situations. Male slaves might be freed and armed if their city is being attacked and additional men are needed. Tarl Cabot was enslaved several times during the series but always won his way to freedom. Jason Marshall started off on Gor as a slave but also won his way to freedom. Panther girls capture and enslave men, eventually growing tired of them and selling them. Such men generally recover their freedom once they leave the Northern Forests.

Few Earth men are brought to Gor to be slaves. In fact, few males are currently brought to Gor at all. It is thought that Jason Marshall, from the Gorean books #14-16, was the first Earth man brought to Gor as a slave. It is surprising that more Earth men are not brought to Gor to be slaves. Certain Earth men would make excellent silk slaves. Others would be acceptable as work slaves. This may be due in part to the general disdain Goreans have for Earth men. It still seems a potentially lucrative avenue though for an enterprising Slaver, especially a Kur agent.

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Kajirus - Types

“You are then the sport slave?” I said.

“Yes,” said he, “purchased from the pens at Lydius, for a girl’s hunting.”

I recalled the dark-eyed, dark-haired girl, vital and trim in her carefully tailored hunting costume, with the tunic and hose, the boots, cape and feathered cap. It was an attractive outfit.

“You have done well to elude them this long,” I said. “Would you care for food?”

“Please,” said he.

I threw him meat and he sat down, cross-legged. Seldom had I seen a man so tear at food.

{Beasts of Gor - 121}

“A seduction slave?” she wept.

“Yes,“ he said. “He has much increased my stock of slaves.”

{Magicians of Gor - 8}

“They are male silk slaves, pleasantly featured, symmetrically proportioned, charming fellows, gentle, sensitive, unthreatening. They are well trained to be a woman’s slave.”

“Ah!” she said, as though interested.

“They are not masculine, are they?” she inquired. “I find masculinity so offensive and vulgar.” She said.

“You need have no fear,” he said. “They have been selected for their nature, which is that to be a woman’s slave.”

{Witness of Gor - 132}

The Dominance of Male Slaves Over Female Slaves

“She is a match for any man,” said Alyena. Her eyes shone with pride.

I turned to the slave master. “Fetch a male slave,” I said.

One was brought. He was not a large fellow. He was, however, an inch or so taller than the female slave.

“You certify me,” said I to the slave master, “that this man is neither clumsy nor stupid, nor drunk, nor an instructor in combat intent upon increasing the confidence of his pupils.”

“It is so certified,” he smiled. “He is used in cleaning the pens. He is a drover who falsified the quality-markings on spice crates.”

I placed a copper tarn disk on the desk of the slave master.

“Fight,” I said to the slaves.

“Fight,” said the slave master.

“Do not anger me,” her told her.

“I am a woman at your mercy,” she wept. “Please, Master, do not hurt me!”

She was freed of the cord binding her ankles to her collar ring.

She was jerked to her feet and held there; she could not stand by herself for her feet were still crossed and bound. “Who are the masters?” asked the slave master of her.

The woman, hair before her face, held upright by men, looked to Alyena. The woman trembled. “Men,” she whispered. “Men are the masters.”

Alyena’s face turned white.

{Tribesman of Gor - 82}

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.

“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 - 345}

Quotes

There is no distinctive garment for a male slave on Gor, since, as it is said, it is not well for them to discover how numerous they are.

{Outlaw of Gor - 66}

{Assassins of Gor - 51}

Male slaves, on Gor, are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain. The female is the prize commodity in the Gorean slave markets. A high price for a male is a slaver tarsk, but even a plain wench, of low caste, provided she moves well to the touch of the auctioneer's coiled whip, will bring as much or more. An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. Some of such bring a price comparable to that brought by a girl, of average loveliness. Prices, of course, tend to fluctuate with given markets and seasons. If there are few such on the market in a given time, their prices will tend to be proportionately higher. Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel.

{Hunters of Gor - 32}

{Book of Gor - }

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Book 2, Outlaw of Gor, pages 186 - 187

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

"In some cities, including Ar, an unchained male slave is almost never seen; there are, incidentally, far fewer male slaves than female slaves;"

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 51

"The pools were beautiful, and yet I knew that somewhere, chained in darkness, were gangs of male slaves who cleaned them each night;"

Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page

Book 8, Hunters of Gor, page 32

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 42

Book 12, Beasts of Gor, pages 235 - 236

" 'You seem to have no male slaves,' I observed.

'They are now scarce in Schendi,' he said. 'Bila Huruma, Ubar of Lake Ushindi, uses them for work on his great canal.' "

Book 13, Explorers of Gor, page 125

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SlaveLevels

Fighting Slave of Gor, page 163

"I will get at least four tarsks for you," said the Lady Tima. I assumed she meant four tarsks of silver. This was a high price. Lovely women often go for a silver tarsk or two. I did not think she would manage to get four silver tarsk for me. I was now being bid upon rather as might be a work slave, though there was some ambiguity in the bidding. The least valuable slaves are often female work slaves, purchased for the public kitchens or laundries. The next level of slaves, not generally thought to be of great value, tends to be male work slaves, usually used in cargo galleys, on the wharves, and in the fields or quarries.

The next level of slaves, and the most common form of slave on Gor, is the female who can be used as a pleasure slave. It is my conjecture that some ninety percent of Gorean slaves are female, and that some eighty percent of these fit into the category of slaves who must figure into their duties the serving of the pleasure of men. Indeed, even the miserable females in the fields, or those in the kitchens and laundreis, know that upon occasion they will be used, usually chained, to slake the lust of their foreman or master.

The female slave on Gor, knowing herself owned, is usually in little doubt as to what can occur to her in her slavery.

The next level of slaves is that of male silk slaves. These usually bring higher prices, on the whole, than female pleasure slaves. This, it seems to me, is purely a matter of supply and demand. Female pleasure slves, given slave raids and the sacking of cities, are relatively plentiful on Gor. Male silk slaves are not. The explanatnion fo rthis, I think is reasonably clear. Gorean males seldom make good silk slaves.

The explanation for the much smaller number of males as opposed to female slaves on Gor, speaking now generally of male work slaves, is also clear. First, the female tends to be the desired object of the slver's seizure. She brings higher prices than male work slaves.

Secondly, in battles, often male defenders have been slaughtered or driven off. Their females thus remain as poils ofr the chains of the victors. Too, male captives are often killed. Female captives, on the other hand, particularly if comely, are sually spared for the collars of their conquerors. They learn to yield well to their masters.

The most valuable general category of slaves, however, must to the chagrin of some male silk slaves, if that of the particularly desirable female. There are usually extraordinarily beautiful Gorean girls, once of high caste. Sometimes they are dancers. Commonly they are high trained. Sometimes they are even passion slves, girls literally bred for the pleasure of men. The prizes purchased by Ubars and rich men for their pleasure gardens o\uaually belong to the types of girls included in this general category. Girls of political interest too it might be mentioned, are usually included in thie caterory. For example, a captured, enslaved Ubara would commonly bring a very handsome price. These general remarks of course if they were to be made more accurate, would require numerous qualification.

For example, the prices of Earth girls have tended to improve in the past few years on Gor. Gorean men tend to enjoy teaching them their slvery. Too, once they have learned the meaning of their collar, they are extradinarily delicious slave girls. Some authorities belive that Earth girls should be in a special category of slave. Other disputes this. I agree with those who dispute it, regarding Earth girls as only being women like other women. To be sure, there is a special spice and flavor in owning them.

I have not mentioned exotics, incidentally, slaves bread or trained for unusual purposes. I have not mentioned,either slaves with professional competences, such as medicine or law, or fighting slaves, in effect gladiators, men purchased for use as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games.

The intricacy of the institution of slavery on Gor is prodigious. These general remarks, dealing only with major and obvious categories, should be understood as no more than a crude orientation to the subject matter as a whole The utility of generality must not be permitted to blind us to the specificity of reality. There are always market variables, and the buyer and slave variables. A girl whom seems to most men only a low-grade, kettle-and-mat girl may be to a given man very precious. She may be as valuable to him as a collared Ubara, one who must now strickly be taught her duties as a slave.

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Torvaldsland ~Thralls~

~Marauders of Gor, page 82~

"Bond-maid!" called he. She stopped, and turned. "Do you wish to go to the whipping post ?" he asked. This is a stout post, outside the hall, of peeled wood, with an iron ring near the top, to which the wrists of a bond-maid, crossed, are lashed over her head. Near the bosk shed there is a similar post, with a higher ring, used for thralls."

~Marauders of Gor, page 103~

"Sometimes," said he, "to discipline a bond-maid, she is hurled naked among the thralls."

~Marauders of Gor, page 89~

"Air, by means of a small bellows, pumped by a thrall boy, in white wool, collared, hair cropped, was forced through a tube in the bottom of each. The air above the canisters shook with heat.

To one side, tall, broad-shouldered, stood a young male thrall, in the thrall tunic of white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat."

~Marauders of Gor, page 86~

"Male thralls are chained for the night in the bosk sheds; bondmaids are kept in the hall, for the pleasure of the free men."

~Marauders of Gor, page 99~

"Thank you, my Jarl," said the boy. The boy, unlike the adult male thralls, was not chained at night in the bosk shed. Ivar was fond of him. He slept, chained, in the kitchen."

~Marauders of Gor, page 132~

"Then, with the brazenness of a bond-maid, she, Thyri, who had been the fine young lady of Kassau, threw her kirtle up over her hips and, leaning forward, spit furiously at the thrall.

He leaped toward her but Ottar was even quicker. He struck Wulfstan, the thrall, Tarsk, behind the back of his neck with the handle of his ax. Wulfstan fell stunned. In an instant Ottar had bound the young man's hands before his body. He then jerked him to his knees by the iron collar.

"You have seen what your ax can do to posts," said he to me, "now let us see what it can do to the body of a man." He then threw the young thrall to his feet, holding him by the collar, his back to me. The spine, of course, would be immediately severed; moreover, part of the ax will, if the blow be powerful, emerge from the abdomen. It takes, however, more than one blow to cut a body, that of a man, in two. To strike more than twice, however, is regarded as clumsiness. The young man stood, numbly, caught. Thyri, her kirtle down, shrank back, her hand before her mouth.

"You have seen," said Ottar, to the Forkbeard, "that he has been bold with a bond-maid, the property of free men."

"Thralls and bond-maids, sometimes," said I, "banter."

"He would have put his hands upon her," said Ottar. That seemed true, and was surely more serious. Bond-maids were, after all, the property of free men. It was not permitted for a thrall to touch them."

~Marauders of Gor, page 104~

"Behind the Forkbeard were myself, his men, those bond-maids who had accompanied us, and the thrall, Tarsk, who had been bought along, should the Forkbeard have made any heavy purchases.

"My Jarl," said Thyri.

"Yes," said the Forkbeard.

"Should this thrall," she asked, indicating Tarsk, once Wulfstan of Kassau, "be permitted to look upon the beauty of the bond-maids?"

"What do you mean?" asked Ivar Forkbeard.

"He is, after all," said Thyri, "only a thrall."

I wondered that she would deny the young man this pleasure. I recalled that she had said she hated him. I, personally, had no objection to his presence in the shed. Thralls, I expected, had few pleasures. It might have been more than a year since he had been permitted a female."

~Marauders of Gor, pages 158 & 159~

"It had been decided, however, a generation ago, by one of the rare meetings of the high council of rune-priests, attended by the high rune-priests of each district, that thralls should no longer be sacrificed; this was not defended, however, on grounds of the advance of civilization, or such, but rather on the grounds that thralls, like urts and tiny six-toed tharlarion, were not objects worthy of sacrifice; there had been a famine and many thralls had been sacrificed; in spite of this the famine had not abated for more than four growing seasons. this period, too, incidentally, was noted for the large number of raids to the south, often involving entire fleets from Torvaldsland; it had been further speculated that the gods had no need of thralls, or, if they did, they might supply this need themselves, or make this need known through suitable signs; no signs, however, luckily for thralls, were forthcoming; this was taken as a vindication of the judgment of the high council of rune-priests; after the council, the status of rune-priests had risen in Torvaldsland; this may also have had something to do with the fact that the famine, finally, after four seasons, abated; the status of the thrall, correspondingly, however, such as it was, declined; he was now regarded as much in the same category with the urts that one clubs in the Sa-Tarna sheds, or are pursued by small pet sleen, kept there for that purpose, or with the tiny, six-toed rock tharlarion of southern Torvaldsland, favored for their legs and tails, which are speared by children. If the thrall had been nothing in Torvaldsland before, he was now less than nothing; his status was now, in effect, that of the southern, male work slave, found often in the quarries and mines, and, chained, on the great farms. He, a despised animal, must obey instantly and perfectly, or be subject to immediate slaughter. The Forkbeard had bought one thrall with him, the young man, Tarsk, who, even now, followed in the retinue of the Forkbeard; it was thought that if the Forkbeard should purchase a crate of sleen fur or a chest of bog iron the young man, on his shoulders, might then bear it back to our tent, pitched among other tents, at the thing."

~Marauders of Gor, page 152~

"I may wish to use you to breed thralls," he said. "You must be healthy for the farm."

~Marauders of Gor, page 162~