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tending fires/eats/cleans floors/pots and pans/Hold Jarls Breakfast

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~~wakes up shivering...she crawls around the Hold Jarl's Chambers and moves overs to the hearth adding a few logs on the fire then...s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g...she yawns and warms herself for a couple of minutes by the fire before opening the heavy wooden door

~~closing it behind her and runs quickly to the kitchen...the morning being particularly chilling so early....once in the kitchen her morning routine begins...first lighting a fire then mixing a large pot of sa tarna and bosk milk...stirring it well and allowing it to boil on the fire

~~when it's ready ladles it into a big bowl taking out some for herself...and sits it on the counter...she pours some fresh bosk milk and has her breakfast...afterwards she carries a bucket of hot soapy water and the broom upstairs

~~sweeps and then scrubs the floor dragging the bucket with her she backs down the stairs cleaning each one as she goes...downstairs she sets the bucket aside while she gathers up the pots and pans from last night

~~washes and dries and then puts them away...wipes down all the tabletops and counters...cleans the oven and fire pits then sweeps up the dirt and dust...throws it in the grass and gets down on hands and knees to scrub the floor

~~getting up all the footprints making a path through the room...she then sweeps off the tile flooring where the tables sit in front of the kitchen...wipes down the tables and chairs...cleans the brush and bucket and puts them all away

~~relaxing outside before starting the meal she inhales deeply the fresh scent of rain in the air and smiles brightly thinking what a wonderful life she has...back inside the kitchen she prepares the Hold Jarl's breakfast

The female slave, sometimes considered nothing, supposedly, is yet in actuality, valued commonly more highly than even gold, which in turn, is often valued for its capacity to buy such women, to bring them into chains."
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5/13/18-5/19/18 Weapons

Weapons, Shields and Helmets


Shortsword / Gladius

Approximately 20 to 24 inches in length from hilt tip to blade tip and 3 to 4 inches wide, descending to a pointed tip. The grip is generally either of polished wood or leather. This is the basic weapon of the warrior in Gor, it is generally carried, in a sheath slung over the shoulder,or worn at the hip.


The longsword is used mostly by those of Torvaldsland. It's blade is approximately 30 to 36 inches in length. It is carried in a belt scabbard or strapped across its user's back. The blade is forged in the Damascus manner, steel, both hard and soft are beaten together under heat and folded within itself and beaten flat again. This creates a blade that is both flexible and virtually unbreakable.


The sword of choice in the Tahari, This razor sharp, curved blade is generally about 30 to 36 inches long. The back 3-8 inches has a false edge that can be sharpened for back slashes. Like the longsword it has better reach, which can be an advantage when mounted upon the kailla. Slower to draw and slower to wield than the shortsword it is still a deadly weapon.



Usually part of a set of seven such weapons, it has a narrow double edged blade 9 to 12 inches in length with a handle of wood, bone, or horn. Its razor sharp blade tapers to a needle point. Designed for use primarily as a missile weapon, the quiva is also used as a hand weapon and general utility knife. The steel used in making the quiva comes from the foundries of Ar. Also known as the Tuchuk Saddle Knife, the quiva is a dagger favored by the Wagon People, but carried by most FreeWomen and many Warriors, sheathed and hung on the side of a warrior's saddle.

Killing knife

A small dagger with a blade from 4 to 6 inches long. Unlike the quiva it is tapered only on one side and not double edged. Carried by many due to its small size.

Hook knife

The hook knife is very similar to the utility knife found on earth. A short, wide blade, narrowing to a downward curve, ending in a sharp point. When used in recreational spars, the knife remains sheathed so as not to injure the opponent. The knife is seldom used for other than stadium fighting, weather sheathed or not.

Sleen knife

This is a broad bladed, flat, double edged utility knife equipped with a simple stubby crossguard and unadorned grip . Rather than tapering down to a needle like point like the quiva it's point is more rounded.

Tarn knife

This is a short bladed, single edged utility knife typically used by tarnsmen and generally included among their saddle equipment. Some knives are designed so that the blade folds into the handle for safety when not in use. Often equipped with a lanyard so that it may be lashed to the tarnsman's saddle or belt.


Great Bow / Long Bow

The bow is not commonly favored by Gorean warriors, but all must respect it. It is the height of a tall man; its back, away from the bowman, is flat; its belly, facing the bowman, is half-rounded; it is something like an inch and a half wide and an inch and a quarter thick at the center; it has considerable force and requires considerable strength to draw; many men, incidentally, even some warriors, cannot draw the bow; nine of its arrows can be fired aloft before the first falls again to the earth; at point-blank range it can be fired completely through a four-inch beam; at two hundred yards it can pin a man to a wall; at four hundred yards it can kill the huge, shambling bosk; its rate of fire is nineteen arrows in a Gorean Ehn, about eighty Earth seconds; and a skilled bowman, but not an extraordinary one, is expected to be able to place these nineteen arrows in one Ehn into a target, the size of a man, each a hit, at a range of some two hundred and fifty yards. Yet, as a weapon, it has serious disadvantages, and on Gor the crossbow, inferior in accuracy, range and rate of fire, with its heavy cable and its leaves of steel, tends to be generally favored. The long bow cannot well be used except in a standing, or at least kneeling, position, thus making more of a target of the archer; the long bow is difficult to use from the saddle; it is impractical in close quarters, as in defensive warfare or in fighting from room to room; and it cannot be kept set, loaded like a firearm, as can the crossbow;...

Horn bow / Short bow

About four feet long there are a number of varities of this bow on Gor. the best known, most popular is of course the horn bow of the Wagon People, The Red savages use one made of layered wood banded together as do the northern peoples, these often called ship bows. While not as powerful as the long bow or cross bow they have a big advantage over the long bow in their ability to be used in tight places, their rate of fire is much faster than the crossbow. A Wagon Person can fire twenty arrows in half an Ehn. The Red Savages use a small bow and there is no other bow that can match its rate of fire. It is very maneuverable and can be easily concealed.

Crossbow, standard

A standard weapon of Gor. It consists of a heavy, flexible bow of tempered steel, 18" across mounted on a heavy wooden stock about two feet long, with a trigger mechanism at the bottom. Striking with enough force to penetrate wooden walls, doors or human bodies with relative ease. It has an effective range of approximately 150 yards. Slow to reload, it is commonly redrawn through use of a goat's-foot hook or a crank.

Calvary crossbow

Much like the larger crossbow, instead of possessing a metal bow, it has a much lighter bow of wood or horn. Slightly smaller in size, it is still a powerful weapon. It is equipped with a metal stirrup at the firing end, allowing it to be more quickly restrung while on the back of a tarn or kaiila.


War spear

One of the most common weapons on Gor, its versatility makes it a very popular weapon, used for fighting and hunting.

Kaiili lance

The lances of both the wagons people and the red savages are much the same. The red savages tend to decorate and carve theirs more than the wagon people.

Tharlarion lance

More a spear than a true lance, it is usually fashioned of ka-la-na or needle wood. About ten to fourteen feet long. It has a lanceolate metal tip that is about four inches in width and is often fluted. Carried couched beneath the right arm of the user, often supported by a lance rest which is either attached to the saddle or worn strapped to the user's chest. Can also be thrown, though not designed for it.


Three pronged spearing fork used by fishermen of Gor. The trident can be used as both a thrusting weapon and as a weapon to be thrown. often used with the net, it is about seven feet in length, with 3 prongs 12 to 16 inches long. Often used with a line attached, for retrieval should it be thrown


A spear fitted with a barbed head and used with line attached to assist in retrieval.


Great Axe

Similar to the Torvaldslander Battle Axe, but much larger, with a handle up to four feet in length. The axe blade is also much larger. This axe must be used two handed as it is too big to be weilded effectivly with one.


Bosk Whip

Much like an earth bull whip. Made of Bosk hide plaited together. This whip can be anywhere from 8 to 12 feet long.

Kurt Whip

A slave whip with five broad, pliant straps. Each strap is about two and a half feet long and one and a half inches wide. The handle is eighteen inches long. Though it may leave a welt, it doesn't permanently mark a victim.

Snake Whip

A single-bladed whip, weighted, of leather. It is about eight feet long and half an inch to one inch thick. It is sometimes set with tiny particles of metal. It is a deadly whip and can easily strip flesh from the body. It can kill a Man.

Whip Knife

The whip knife, unique to Port Kar, is a delicate weapon. It is a whip, but set into its final 18 inches, on 5 tassels or strips of hide, arranged in sets of four, are twenty thin, narrow blades. Their tips vary. Some have a double-edged blade of seven to eight inches at the tip while others have a stunning lead.


Knife Gauntlet

A pair of leather gauntlets, upon which are mounted knife blades. Sometimes used by gladiators in arena combats. These are seldom used as weapons of war.

Goad, tarn or slave

While not truly weapons,the tarn goad can stun. The slave goad on the other hand can kill.


A favorite weapon of the Wagon People . fighting mainly from the backs of their kaiila, they become very proficient with the use of this weapon. used for both hunting and battle .

War Club

A carved, shaped club of wood or bone, often mounted with stone or metal projections such as sharp pieces of flint, nails or knife blades driven into the wood . This weapon is about two or three feet in length. Used mostly by the Red Savages.



Common Shield

A round shield; generally about 24 to 36 inches in diameter, the shield is sufficient in size to cover the main part of the torso. The shield is made of 7-9 layers of bosk hide stretched over a lightweight framework of wood, iron or horn. It has two straps on the inside that one's arm would slide through, holding it at the forarm and wrist. This is the most common type of shield on Gor .

Turian Shield

An oval shield about 24 inches by 36 inches, this shield is also constructed of hide like it's round cousin.


A small oval shield about 16 to 18 inches. While this shield was made of steel on earth, on Gor it is, like all other shields made of leather.


Common Helmet

Above the shield was a suspended helmet, again reminiscent of a Greek helmet, perhaps of the Homeric period. It had a somewhat 'Y'-shaped slot for the eyes, nose, and mouth in the nearly solid metal.

Northern Helmet

The helmets of the north are commonly conical, with a nose-guard, that can slip up and down. At the neck and sides, attached by rings, usually hangs a mantle of linked chain. The helmet of Thorgard himself, however, covered his neck and the sides of his face. It was horned.

Helmet of the Wagon Peoples

A conical, fur-rimmed iron helmet, a net of colored chains depending from the helmet protecting his face, leaving only holes for the eyes.

Captain's Helmet

Carved in wood, high on the chair, was the helmet with crest of sleen-fur, the mark of the captain.

Assassin's Helmet

On the left temple of the black helmet was the golden slash of the messenge

The female slave, sometimes considered nothing, supposedly, is yet in actuality, valued commonly more highly than even gold, which in turn, is often valued for its capacity to buy such women, to bring them into chains."
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5/13/18-5/19/18 Castes1

The society of Gor is divided into groups referred to as "Castes". Each Cast is made up of its own profession or occupation. Castes are ranked according to their particular place in Gorean society and its interaction. Many castes contain sub-castes that are particular to a unique activity and need of the profession.
An example of such a sub-caste would be the Slavers caste which would be in the caste of Merchants. Slavers are in the business of buying and selling though their particular caste specializes in one item or product.
All Goreans (excluding Priest Kings, slaves, and Outlaws) belong to a particular caste. Castes are hereditary although it is possible for a person to change his or her caste if they possess an ability or aptitude that allows them to raise or lower their caste.
Each caste had a set of "codes" which helps them maintain a series of beliefs and rules for its members. Members hold to these "codes" as they practice their profession. Each caste's code is different and deals mainly with matters of specific interest to that caste.
Most major castes of Gor have their own colors called the "Caste Color". Colors are often worn by the members to display outwardly to others what caste they are associated with. Banners, flags, and sometimes colors of buildings will reflect the caste colors of the individual. Others can see at a glance by the clothing what caste another is affiliated with.

The Five High Castes include:
CASTE OF INITIATES: ~ White ~ Members of this caste are supposed to be representatives of the Priest Kings in Gorean society. Their responsiblities include guiding the spiritual life of Goreans by use of rituals and prayers to the Priest Kings. There are rumors that some may even be able to call down the wrath of the Priest Kings upon those who have offended the Priest Kings. They wear white robes, shave their heads as well as their faces. They do not eat meat and do not indulge in alcohol. They lead a celebate life, are well learned and read. They are often feared and many times distrusted by members of the lower castes.

CASTE OF SCRIBES: ~ Blue ~ Members of this caste are the scholars of Gor. They are the writers and historians of Gorean society. They are responsible for accounting, record-keeping, and writing. They are usually serious and studious, have an eye for detail and a passion for knowledge. There are several sub-castes in this caste which include Mapmakers - explorers, Magistrates, and Litigators.

~ Yellow ~ Included in this caste are architects, draftsmen, stonemasons, engineers, and other professions which are concerned with the physical creations and engineering works of Gor. Inventors and technicians who develop these types of physical creations are also included in this caste.

CASTE OF PHYSICIANS: ~ Green ~ Those who are concerned with the healing arts belong to this caste. Members include, surgeons, apothecaries, medical researchers and health practicioners. They are recognized in all of Gor as non combatents during times of war.

CASTE OF WARRIORS: ~ Scarlet ~ Members of the military such as infantry, tharlarion calvary, and tarnsmen fill this caste. Their set of codes is known to be one of the strictest. This caste comprises the military branch of Gor government.

Low Castes Include:

CASTE OF MERCHANTS: ~ White and Gold ~ Containing literally hundreds of sub-castes this group is a very large caste. Members of this caste deal with selling and trading of merchandise for a profit. For as many products as there are that are to be sold there are about that many sub castes.

CASTE OF SLAVERS: ~ Blue and Yellow This caste deals with the buying and selling of human merchandise. It is a sub caste of the Merchants.

CASTE OF MONEYLENDERS: This caste is composed of the bankers of Gor. The members of this caste are those who trade and speculate with money for profit. The only product they handle is money.

CASTE OF BAKERS: ~Orange and Brown This caste consists of hundreds of sub castes. Generally they are members who prepare vegetarian food or sa-tarna in its many forms.

CASTE OF BUTCHERS ~ This caste and its many sub-castes concern themselves with the acquisition and preparation of sa-tassna, all forms of edible Gorean meat. In conjunction with the caste of Bakers, this caste and its many sub castes are responsible for maintaining the majority of the Gorean industries involved with food service.

CASTE OF WINEMAKERS: ~ The professional production of most fruit based Gorean alcohol is under the auspices of this caste. CASTE OF BREWERS ~ takes care of the production of the grain based alcohols.

CASTE OF SAILORS: ~ There are several dozen sub-castes in this group. Each sub caste has its own specialty. An example would be the BARGEMEN who steer river barges on the freshwater waterways of Gor.

CASTE OF FISHERMEN: ~ This caste is a sub caste of the caste of Sailors. They harvest the differing varieties of Gorean fishes and sea life for human consumption. Some sub castes include the CASTES OF RIVER FISHERMEN, THASSA FISHERMEN, and NET MAKERS.

CASTE OF ARTISANS ~ This caste is extremely broad. It includes many hundreds of sub castes. Any production of hand-made goods for any use, is considered to be a work of art.

CASTE OF POT MAKERS: ~ Brown and Green ~ This caste is a sub caste of the Caste of Artisans. They produce vessels used to contain substances of all kinds.


CASTE OF METAL WORKERS: ~ Gray ~. A sub caste of Artisans they are concerned with the production of most metal items made on Gor. Some of the sub castes under this one would include: SWORDMAKERS, ARMORERS, and those that work with blacksmithing or farrier work repairing wagon wheels and shoeing Gorean draft and riding animals.

CASTE OF CLOTH WORKERS: ~ Another large and expansive caste, this group contains many sub castes. They are concerned with the professional production of woven cloth for use by the people of Gor.

CASTE FOR RUG MAKERS: ~ This group is a sub caste of the Caste of Cloth Workers. They produce woven rugs for general use. Members of this caste see themselves as independent from the Caste of Cloth Workers.

CASTE OF WEAVERS: ~Concerned with the professional production of textiles for the textile industry, this caste is a sub caste of the Rug Makers Caste.

CASTE OF CARDERS: ~ Sub caste of the caste of Weavers. They produce woven cloth for the textile industry.

CASTE OF DRYERS: ~ This sub caste of Weavers deals with the staining and coloring of cloth for the textile industry.

CASTE OF CLOTHIERS: ~ Another sub caste of the Caste of Weavers, they produce articles of clothing for the Gorean people.

CASTE OF DRESS MAKERS: ~ Sub caste of Weavers which makes feminine clothing.

CASTE OF ROPEMAKERS: ~ Sub caste of Artisans that produces rope, binding fiber, thread and cordage of all types.

CASTE OF LEATHERWORKERS: ~ Sub caste of the Artisan Caste, deals with the fabrication of various leather goods from animal hides of all kinds.

CASTE OF TORTURERS: ~Black and Red ~ Found only among the Wagon People of the far south they are considered to be a sub caste of the caste of Artisans. An assumption may be made that those of the Wagon Peoples consider the application of Torture as an art form.

The female slave, sometimes considered nothing, supposedly, is yet in actuality, valued commonly more highly than even gold, which in turn, is often valued for its capacity to buy such women, to bring them into chains."
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Should she, lying on her back, look back and up she sees, on the wall, the shield, the helmet, the spear and ax, the sword, in its sheath, of her master. They are visible symbols of the force by which she is kept in bondage, by which she is kept only a girl, whose belly is beneath his sword. Marauders of Gor, page 141-142

There is but one way I have seen free women enslaved up north, in Torvaldsland, and that is the bond-maid circle. A woman can either be dragged to it, enticed to it, or walk to its circle herself. A bond-maid circle can be drawn anywhere, and as we see at times it can be as simple as drawing one with the heel of a boot on any floor or the ground.

“Go to the bond-maid circle,” said Ivar Forkbeard, indicating the circle he had drawn in the dirt.

The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, of one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, he emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid. Marauders of Gor, page 44-45

But the Forkbeard did not make her serve him then but, firmly, held her body, locked in his arms, that of his prisoner, to his, warming her. After half of an Ahn I saw her, delicately, eyes frightened, lift her head and put her lips to his shoulder; softly, timidly, she kissed him; and then looked into his eyes. Suddenly she was flung on her back and his huge hand, roughened from the hilt of the sword, the handle of the ax, was at her body. “Oh no!” she cried. “No!”

Bets were made at the table. I bet on Ivar Forkbeard. Within an Ahn, Hilda the Haughty, to the jeers of men, the taunts of bond-maids, on her hands and knees, head down, hair falling forward, crept to the circle of the bond-maid, which Ivar Forkbeard had drawn in the dirt of the hall floor between the posts. The coals of the fire pit illuminated the left side of her body. She crawled before the bond-maids the oarsmen. She entered the circle, and then, within the circle, stood up. She stood very straight, and her head was up. “I am yours, Ivar Forkbeard,” she said. “I am yours!”

He gestured to her, and she fled from the circle, to join him, to throw herself at his side, to beg his touch, his bond-maid. Marauders of Gor, page 134

What does bond-maid eat? Slave gruel, or what we call warm or cold sa-tarna porridge, enriched with salted parsit fish. I have to point out, that slavegirls or bond-maids are not allowed to go hungry or starve themselves as we see so often online, we have to realize and understand that slaves are fed punctually and are not permitted to not eat because they are “upset”, “lonely” or what not, so this going hungry just isn’t very plausible at all.

She did not deign to speak to him, but looked away. Like the bond-maids, she had been fed only on cold Sa-Tarna porridge and scraps of dried parsit fish. Marauders of Gor, page 56

Another of the bond-maids was then freed to mix the bond-maid gruel, mixing fresh water with Sa-Tarna meal and then stirring in the raw fish. Marauders of Gor, page 63, 64

The girl who had prepared the bond-maid gruel, had now been refettered and placed again in the coffle. The slender blond girl, who had been giving the men water from the skin bag, was now given the work of filling small bowls from the large wooden bowl, for the bond-maids. She used a bronze ladle, the handle of which was curved like the neck and head of a lovely bird. About the handle was a closed bronze ring, loose. It formed a collar for the bird’s neck. The bond-maids did not much care for their gruel, unsweetened, mudlike Sa-Tarna meal, with raw fish. They fed, however. One girl who did not care to feed was struck twice across her back by a knotted rope in the hand of Gorm. Quickly then, and well, she fed. The girls, including the slender blondish girl, emptied their bowls, even to licking them, and rubbing them with their saliva-dampen-ed fingers, that no grain be left, lest Gorm, their keeper in the ship, should not be pleased. They looked to one another in fear, and put down their bowls, as they finished, fed bond-wenches.Marauders of Gor, page 65

Something else to note, I have come to realize upon reading the books that not all is poured in cement and here we see that a bond-maid stole a piece of cheese from another, so we can see that bond-maids ate slave gruel as a staple, but that they also ate different types of food, if the men of Torvaldsland already knew to bring tospits on their travels not to get sick, that they knew to feed their bond-maids more then just gruel.

Dagmar had, two months ago, stolen a piece of cheese from Pretty Ankles; she had been beaten for that, at the post; fastened there by Ottar and switched by Pretty Ankles, until Pretty Ankles had tired of switching her, too; she had not been found sufficiently pleasing by several of the Forkbeard’s oarsmen; she was, accordingly, to be sold off, as an inferior girl. Marauders of Gor, page 158

What does a bond maid wear? Well, I noticed that outside while doing work they wore kirtles, white as is seen, ankle length and split down the front to their navels, but, I also have noticed that they were naked very often too. So, a naked bond-maid is a natural thing, though of course free women would protest.

A flock of verr, herded by a maid with a stick, turned, bleating on the sloping hillside. She shaded her eyes. She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly. About her neck, I could see a dark ring. Marauders of Gor, page 81

I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came from within the palisade. Among them, white kirtled, collared, excited, ran bond-maids. These, upon the arrival of their master, are permitted to greet him. The men of the north enjoy the bright eyes, the leaping bodies, the squealing, the greetings of their bond-maids.
Marauders of Gor, page 82

Thyri, and other bond-maids, leaped and clapped their hands. How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters. Marauders of Gor, page100

Here we see that a Northern Jarl has dressed his bond-maid in silks as she is a silk girl come bond-maid. It is as the thing, can we assume she wears her kirtle to do her chores? That is most probable, but still, it is good to see kirtles are the main dress but at times a Jarl may dress his girls otherwise.

The silk girl was heeling her master, a captain of Torvaldsland. She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk. She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold. Marauders of Gor, page 145

“Kirtle yourself, wench,” said the Forkbeard to Gunnhild, throwing her kirtle. She fixed it as it had been before, low on her hips, hitched above her calves. Marauders of Gor, page 154

Northern bond-maids do take the slave-wine much like their imbonded sister of the south. It also seems to be as bitter.

Gorm then stood beside Ivar Forkbeard. He carried, on a strap over his shoulder, a tall dark vessel, filled with liquid.

The men on the shore laughed.

Attached to the vessel, by a light chain, was a golden cup. It had two handles. From a soup on the vessel, grinning, Gorm filled the golden cup. The liquid swirling in the cup was black.

“Drink,” said the Forkbeard, thrusting the cup into the hands of the slender, blond girl, she who had, so long ago, in the temple of Kassau, worn the snood of scarlet yarn, with twisted golden wire, the red vest and skirt, the white blouse.

She held the cup. It was decorated; about its sides, cunningly wrought, was a design, bond-maids, chained. A chain design also decorated the rim, and, at five places on the cup, was the image of a slave whip, five-strapped.

She looked at the black liquid.

“Drink,” said the Forkbeard.

She lifted it to her lips, and tasted it. She closed her eyes, and twisted her face.

“It is too bitter,” she wept.

She felt the knife of the Forkbeard on her belly. “Drink,” said he.

She threw back her head and drank down the foul brew. She began to cough and weep. The coffle rope was untied from her throat. “Send her to the branding log,” said the Forkbeard. He thrust the girl down the gangplank, into the arms of the waiting men, who hurried her from the dock.

One by one, the prizes of Ivar Forkbeard, even the rich, proud Aelgifu, were forced to down the salve wine. Then they were, one by one, freed from the coffle, and hurried to the branding log. Marauders of Gor, page 83-84

What about northern collars? And what about being used? Well, it seems to happen often that jarls take more then one bond-maid to his furs. Also, no where is it even mentioned that the collars are encrypted, which means, the collars define them as slaves, slaves to Forkbeard’s Steading.

A bond-maid thrust through the crowd. “Does my Jarl now remember Gunnhild?” She whimpered, and slipped to his side, holding him, lifting her lips to kiss him on the throat, beneath the beard. About her neck, riveted, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring, to which a chain might me attached. Marauders of Gor, page 84.

A bond-maid thrust through the crowd. “Does my Jarl not remember Gunnhild?” She whimpered, and slipped to his side, holding him, lifting her lips to kiss him on the throat, beneath the beard. About her neck, riveted, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring, to which a chain might be attached. “What of Pouting lips?” said another girl, kneeling before him, lifting her eyes to his. Sometimes bond-maids are given descriptive names. The girl had full, sensuous lips. She was blond; she also smelled of verr; it had doubtless been she whom I had seen on the slope herding verr. “Pouting Lips has been in agony awaiting the return of her Jarl,” she whimpered. The Forkbeard shook her head with his great hand. “What of Olga?” whined another wench, sweet and strapping, black-haired; “Do not forget Pretty Ankles, my Jarl” said another wench, a delicious little thing, perhaps not more the sixteen. She thrust her lips to the back of his left hand, biting at the hair there. Marauders of Gor, page 84.

In this quote, it is understood where bond-maids sleep, fettered to a slave long along the sleeping berths of the Jarls.

I looked to the Forkbeard. He had one arm about the full, naked waist of the daughter of the administrator of Kassau, Pudding, and the other about the waist of the marvellously breasted, collared Gunnhild. “Taste your Pudding, my Jarl,” begged Pudding. He kissed her. “Gunnhild! Gunnhild!” protested Gunnhild. Her hand was inside his furred shirt. He turned and thrust his mouth upon hers. “Let Pudding please you,” wept Pudding. “Let Gunnhild please you!” cried Gunnhild. “I will please you better,” said Pudding. “I will please you better!” cried Gunnhild. Ivar Forkbeard stood up; both bond-maids looked up at him, touching him; “Run to the furs,” said Ivar Forkbeard, “both of you.”

Both girls quickly fled to his furs.

He stepped over the bench, and followed them. At the foot of the ground level, which is the sleeping level, which lies about a foot above the dug-out floor, against the raised dirt, here and there, were rounded logs, laid lengthwise. Each log is ten to fifteen feet long, and commonly about eight inches to a foot thick. If one thinks of the sleeping level, on each side, as constituting, in effect, a couch, almost the length of the hall, except for the cooking area, the logs lie at the foot of these two couches, and parallel to their foot. About each log, fitting snugly into deep, wide, circular grooves in the wood, were several iron bands. These each contained a welded ring, to which was attached a length of chain, terminating in a black-iron fetter.

Gunnhild thrust out her left ankle; Forkbeard fettered her, a moment later Pudding, too had thru forth her ankle, and her ankle, too, was locked in a fetter of the north. The Forkbeard threw off his jacket. There was a rustle of chain as the two bond-maids turned, Pudding on her left side, Gunnhild on her right, waiting for the Forkbeard to lie between them. Marauders of Gor, page 97

Bond-maids do work hard, their work is physical, it is mentioned that their slavery is harder physically, but that slavery in itself is hardest for their southern sisters, which they speak of as “Silk girls”.

“Olga,” he said, “there is butter to be churning in the churning shed.”

“Yes, my Jarl,” said she, holding her skirt up, running from the place of our exercises.

“Gunnhild, Pouting Lips,” said he. “To the looms.”

“Yes, Jarl,” said they, turning, and hurrying toward the hall, their looms lay against its west wall.

“You, little wench,” said Ottar to Thyri.

She stepped back. “Yes, Jarl,” she said.

“You,” he said, “gather verr dung in your kirtle and carry it to the sul patch!”

“Yes, Jarl,” she laughed, and turned away. I watched her, as she ran, barefoot, to do his bidding. She was exquisite.

“You other lazy girls,” cried Ottar, addressing the remaining bond-maids, “is it your wish to be cut into strips and fed to the parsit fish?”

“No, my Jarl!” they cried.

“To your labours” cried he. Marauders of Gor, page 101

In the crowd, too, I saw some merchants, though few of them, in their white and gold. I saw, too, four slavers, perfumed, in their robes of blue and yellow silk, come north to buy women. I saw, by the cut of their robes, they were from distant Turia. Forkbeard’s girls shrank away from them. They feared the perfumed, silken slavery of the south; in the south the yoke of slavery is much heavier on a girl’s neck; her bondage is much more abject; she is often little more than a pleasure plaything of her master; it is common for a southern master to care more for his pet sleen than his girls. In the north, of course, it is common for a master to care more for his ship than his girls. I saw, too, in the crowd, a physician, in green robes, from Ar and a scribe from Cos. These cities are not on good terms but they, civilized men, both in the far north, conversed affably. Marauders of Gor, page 153

The punishments for bond-maids seem varied, though all are direct, there is little time wasted in punishing a slave. Though one punishment, called the whip of the furs, bond-maids do seem to enjoy muchly.

Whip of the Furs

I turned to the girl, Thyri. I stood over her. “Part of what occurred here,” I told her, “is your fault, bond-maid.”

She put her head down. “I hate him,” she said, “but I would not have wanted him to be killed.” She looked up. “Am I to be punished, my Jarl?” she asked.

“Yes,” I told her.

Fear entered her eyes. How beautiful she was.

“But with the whip of the furs,” I laughed.

“I look forward eagerly, my Jarl,” laughed she, “to my punishment.”

“Run,” said I.

She turned and ran toward the hall, but, after a few steps turned, and faced me. “I await your discipline, my Jarl,” she cried, and then turned again, and fled, that fine young lady of Kassau, barefoot and collared, now only a bond-maid, to the hall, to the furs, to await her discipline. Marauders of Gor, page 106

“Is it only a bond-maid, my Jarl,” asked Thyri, “who can know these pleasures?”

“It is said,” I said, “that only a bond-maid can know them.”

She lay on her back, her head turned toward me. I lay at her side, on one elbow. Her left knee was drawn up; about her left ankle, locked, was the black-iron fetter, with its chain. On her throat was the collar of iron.

“Then, my Jarl,” said she, “I am happy that I am a bond-maid.”

I took her again in my arms. Marauders of Gor, page 106


“Bring the five-strap slave slash,” said Ivar Forkbeard to Gunnhild.

“Yes, my Jarl,” she said, smiling. She ran to fetch it.

“I am the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar,” said Hilda. “Release me immediately.”

The lash was placed by Gunnhild in the hand of Ivar Forkbeard.

Ottar threw the girl’s hair forward, so that it fell before her shoulders.

“No!” cried Hilda.

The Forkbeard touched her back with the whip; his fist held the handle and, too, beneath his fist, folded back, were the five straps. He tapped her twice.

“No!” she cried. “Please, no!”

We fell back to give the Forkbeard room, and he shook loose the straps and drew back his arm.

The first stroke threw her against the post; I saw the astonishment, in her eyes, then the pain; the daughter of Thorgard seemed stunned; then she howled in misery; it was only then that she realized what the whip might do to a girl. “I will obey you!” she screamed. “I will obey you!” Ivar Forkbeard, experienced in the disciplining of women, did not deliver the second stroke for a full Ehn. In this time, she screamed, over and over, “I will obey you!” Then he struck again. Her body, again, was struck against the post; her hands twisted in the binding fiber; her entire body rubbed on the post, in agony, pressing against it; tears burst from her eyes; she was on her tiptoes, pressing against the post; her thighs were on either side of the post; but the post did not yield; she was fastened to it. Then he struck again. She writhed, twisting and howling. “I ask only to obey you!” she cried. “I beg to obey you!” When he next struck she could only close her eyes in pain. She could then scarcely breathe. She gasped. No longer could she howl or scream. She tensed, teeth gritted, her body itself a silent scream of agony. But the blow did not then fall. Was the beating done? Then she was struck again. The last five blows were delivered with her hanging in the binding fiber, her body against the post, her face to one side of it. She was then released from the post and fell to her hands and knees. The beating had been quite light, only twenty strokes. Yet I did not think it would be soon that the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar would wish to find herself again at the post. The beating had been, though light, quite adequate to its purpose, which was to teach her, a captive, the whip.

No female forgets it.

She looked up at the Forkbeard in misery.

“Bring her clothing,” said the Forkbeard.

It was brought.

“Garb yourself,” said the Forkbeard.

Painfully, almost unable to stand, tears in her eyes, inch by inch, the girl drew on her garments.

She then stood there among us, bent over, tears staining her cheeks. She wore the dress of green velvet trimmed with gold, it torn from the collar, it ripped at the right side.

After she had walked about, he had said to her, “Are you ready to heel?”

“I am not a pet sleen!” she had cried.

“Put her to the oar,” had said the Forkbeard.

Hilda, clothed, had been roped, hand and foot, and body, on her back, head down, to one of the nineteen-foot oars.

“You cannot do this to me,” she cried.

Then, to her misery, she felt the oar move. “I am a free woman!” she cried.

Then, like any bond-maid, she found herself plunged beneath the cold green surface of Thassa.

The oar lifted.

“I am the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!” she cried, spitting water, half blinded.

Then the oar dipped again. When it pulled her next from the water, she was clearly terrified. She had swallowed water. She had learned what any bond-maid swiftly learns, that one must apply oneself, and be rational, if one will survive on the oar. One must follow its rhythm, and, as soon as the surface is broken, expel air and take a deep breath. In this fashion a girl may live on the oar.

Put the the Oars
For a time the Forkbeard watched her, leaning on his elbows, on the rail, but then he left the rail.
He did, however, have Gorm watch her, with a spear. Twice in the afternoon Gorm struck away sea sleen from the girl’s body. Once he thrust away one of the white sharks of the northern waters, The second of the sea sleen it had been which, with its sharp teeth, making a strike, but falling short, had torn away her green velvet gown on the right side from the hip to the hemline; a long strip of it, like a ribbon, was in its teeth as it darted away.

She had not been on the oar for half an Ahn when she had begun to beg her release; a few Ehn later, she had begun to beg to heel the Forkbeard.

Did I mention yet that men are beasts? Yet many men don’t even get just how primal we need them to be.

She looked at him.

“Remove your clothing,” he said.

She stripped herself.

“Gather the clothing,” said the Forkbeard.

She did so.

“Go now to the kitchen of the hall,” said he. “In the fire there, burn your clothing, completely.”

“Yes, Ivar Forkbeard,” she said. Marauders of Gor, page 126-127-128

The ice house, a cruel and efficient punishment.

“Silence!” called out Ivar Forkbeard.

There was silence.

“What,” asked Ivar Forkbeard of Hilda, “if I should order you to the furs?”

“I would obey you immediately,” she said. “I have felt the whip,” she explained.

“But of your own free will you would be unlikely to enter upon the furs?” asked Ivar.

“Of course not,” she said.

Gorm, who had now disentangled himself from Pouting Lips, joined the circle about the table, where we sat, others standing. She was behind him, combing her hair with a comb of horn.

“She is Hilda the Haughty,” laughed Ottar. “She is the coldest of women!”

Hilda stood straight, her head high.

“Ottar, Gorm,” said the Forkbeard. “Take her to the ice shed. Leave her there, bound hand and foot.” Marauders of Gor, page 130-131

“Mead!” I called. Pretty Ankles rushed to serve me. I again bent to kiss the lips of Thyri.
Late and fully were we feasting when the thrall-boy, tugging on the sleeve of Ivar Forkbeard, said to him, “My Jarl, the wench in the ice shed begs to be freed.”

“How long has she begged?” asked the Forkbeard.

“For more than two Ahn,” said the boy, grinning. He was male.

“Good boy,” said the Forkbeard, and tore him a piece of neat.

“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. Marauder of Gor, page131-132

In the light of the torch we saw Hilda. We approached more closely.

She lay on her side, in misery, across great blocks of ice; she could lift her head and shoulders no more than six inches from the ice; she could draw her ankles toward her body no more than six inches; small chips of wood, in which the ice is packed, clung about her body; she was bound, hand and foot, her wrists behind her, her ankles crossed and tied. Two ropes prohibited her from struggling to either a sitting or kneeling position, one running from her right ankle across the ice to a ring in the side of the shed, the other running from her throat across the ice to a similar ring on the other side of the shed.

“Please,” she wept.

Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue.

She lay before us, on her back.

“Please,” she wept, piteously, “I beg to be permitted to run to the furs of Ivar Forkbeard.”

We looked down on her. “I beg!” she cried. “I beg to be permitted to run to his furs!”

Gorm unbound the rope from her ankle, that which had held her legs straight, and that on her throat, which had prevented her from lifting her shoulders and head.

He did not unbind her wrists and ankles. He lifted her to a sitting position. She trembled with cold, whimpering. “I have brought you a drink,” he said. ‘Drink it eagerly, Hilda the Haughty.”

“Yes, yes!” she whispered, her teeth chattering.

Then, holding her head back, and lifting the cup to her mouth, he gave her of the drink he had brought with him.

And eagerly, whimpering, shuddering with cold, did Hilda take Haughty drink down the slave wine.
Gorm unbound her and threw her over his shoulder; so stiff and trembling with cold, and stiff from the ropes, was she that she could not stand.

I put my hand on her body; it was like ice. She was whimpering with cold, her head hanging down, over Gorm’s back; her long hair fell to the back of his knees.

I lit the way with the torch, and we took her to the hall of the Forkbeard.

We carried her through the darkness and smoke of the hall, between the posts.

The Forkbeard was sitting on the end of his couch, his boots on the floor.

Gorm threw her, on her knees, at the feet of the Fork-beard. Her head was down; her hair was over his boots. She trembled with cold.

Men and bond-maids gathered about.

The left side of her body was illuminated dully, redly, from the coals of the fire pit. The right side of her body was in darkness.

“Who are you?” demanded the Forkbeard.

“Hilda,” she wept, “daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar.”

“Hilda the Haughty?” he asked.

“Yes,” she wept, head down, “Hilda the Haughty.”

“What do you want?” he asked.

“To share your furs,” she wept.

“Are you not a free woman?” he asked.

“I beg to share your furs, Ivar Forkbeard,” she wept.

He rose to his feet and shoved back a long table, and a bench, on the other side of the fire pit. With his heel he drew in the dirt of the floor a bond-maid circle.

She looked at him.

Then he gestured that she might enter his couch. Gratefully, she crawled upon the couch, his section of that fur-covered, dirt sleeping level, and, trembling, shuddering with cold, drawing her body up, drew the furs about her. She lay huddled in the furs. Her body shook beneath them. We heard her moan. Marauders of Gor, page 132-133

The golden girl regarded Thorgard of Scagnar with horror. Then, eyes terrified, she regarded Ivar Forkbeard, of Forkbeard’s Landfall. “You are mine now,” said the Fork-beard. Then he said to Honey Cake, “Take my new slave to the pen.”

“Yes, Master,” she laughed. Then she took the golden girl, the southern girl, by the hair. “Come, Slave,” she said. She dragged the bound silk girl, bent over, behind her. “I think,” said Ivar Forkbeard, “I will give her for a month to Gunnhild, and my other wenches. They will enjoy having their own slave. Then, when the month is done, I will turn her over to the crew, and she will be, then, as my other bond-maids, no more or less.” Marauders of Gor, page 264 to 266

Bond-maids do punish other bond-maids when permitted by their owners, they are also very vocal with eachother, and do get into slave tussles, and never have I seen a free come between slave quarrels, hmmmmmms.

Dagmar had, two months ago, stolen a piece of cheese from Pretty Ankles; she had been beaten for that, at the post; fastened there by Ottar and switched by Pretty Ankles, until Pretty Ankles had tired of switching her, too; she had not been found sufficiently pleasing by several of the Forkbeard’s oarsmen; she was, accordingly, to be sold off, as an inferior girl. Marauders of Gor, page 158

I have noticed that the slaves in Forkbeard’s home all belong to Forkbeard, though it is noticeable that some have favorites, even Forkbeard himself, the collars do not seem to be encrypted, it seems to be assumed that all the slaves work for the whole place and any man can take a slave to his chain at night. This is also reflected by how the bond-maids address most jarl as “my Jarl,” suggesting that as all men are their masters, they then will easily call them “my Jarl.”

Gunnhild had been given by the Forkbeard to Gorm for the night. I saw him holding her by the arm and pushing her ahead of him to his furs. This night her ankle would be held by his fetter, not that of the Forkbeard. The Forkbeard had offered me Pudding, but, generously, thinking to have Thyri, I had, after using her once, given her for the night to Ottar. Even now she was, kneeling on his furs, being fettered by the keeper of Ivar Forkbeard’s farm. You can imagine my irritation when I saw Thyri led past me, her left wrist in the grip of an oarsman. She looked over her shoulder at me, agonized. I blew her a kiss in the Gorean fashion, kissing and gesturing, my fingers at the right side of my mouth, almost vertical, then, with the kiss, brushing gently toward her. I had no special claim on-the pretty little bond-maid, no more than any other among the Forkbeard’s men. The delicious little thing, like the other goods of the hall, was, for most practical purposes, for the use of us all. I heard the movements of chain, the moans of the bond-maids in the arms of their masters, men of-Torvaldsland. Marauders of Gor, page 134-135

“I hate you, Tarl Red Hair,” she said.

I knelt beside her. I had intended to permit her to smolder for a time, she much aroused, and then later, when she had been much heated with need and desire, when, cruelly deprived, she had been aching to break into flame, throw her to my furs, but, unfortunately, I had forgotten about her.

“I forgot about you,” I told her.

“I hate you, Tarl Red Hair,” she said.

I reached out to touch her. She shrank back in fury.

“Would you please untie me?” she asked.

I did not wish to sleep alone. I wondered if the fires in Olga which, earlier, had burned so deeply, so hotly, could be truly out. I wondered if they might be rekindled.

I slipped, kneeling, behind her. I heard her body move against the post.

I pushed her collar up, under her chin, and, with two fingers of my right hand and two fingers of my left, rubbed the sides of her throat.

“Please untie me,” she whispered.

Her hands writhed in the bonds; her body pressed against the post; her left cheek was at the right side of the post.

My hands lowered themselves on her body. And then, her hands tied about the post, we both kneeling I caressed her. She tried to resist, in fury, but I was patient. At last I heard her sob. “You are master,” she said, “Tarl Red Hair.” I kissed her on the back of the right shoulder. She put back her head. “Take me to your furs?’’ she begged. I untied her hands from the post, taking, too, the rope from her belly, by which Ottar had fastened her to his belt, but let the rope on her right wrist, its free end in my hand, to lead her. But I needed not lead her. She followed eagerly, trying to press her lips to my left shoulder. Marauders of Gor, page 135

She stood very still, facing the couch, at its foot. She was a bond-maid. She was property. She was owned. “Force me,” she whispered. Bond-maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent, uncompromising male, a master; deep with in them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast. Marauders of Gor, page 136

“My Jarl,” she asked, frightened, “is it the second taking of the Gorean master, to which you intend to subject me?” “Yes,” I told her. “I have heard of it,” she wept. “In it,” she gasped, “the girl is permitted no quarter, no mercy!” “That is true,” I told her. We lay together, silently, I holding her, she against me, chained, for something like half of an Ahn. Then I touched her. “She lifted her head. “Is it beginning?” she asked. “Yes,” I told her. “May a bond-maid beg one favor of her Jarl?” she asked. “Perhaps,” I said. She leaned over me. I felt her hair brush my body. “Be merciless,"” she whispered. “Be merciless,” she begged. “That is my intention,” I told her, and threw her to her back. Marauders of Gor, page 137.

Bond-maids are like slaves all over Gor, treated like animals and not permitted everywhere as per other areas of Gor.

In the crowd, too, much in evidence, were brazen bond-maids; they had been brought to the thing, generally, by captains and Jarls; it is not unusual for men to bring such slaves with them, though they are not permitted near the law courts or the assemblies of deliberation; the voyages to the thing were not, after all, ventures of raiding; they were not enterprises of warfare; there were three reasons for bringing such girls; they were for the pleasure of men; they served, as display objects, to indicate the wealth of their masters; and they could be bought and sold.

The Forkbeard had bought with him, too, some bond-maids. They followed us. Their eyes were bright; their steps were eager; they had been long isolated on the farm; rural slave girls, the Forkbeard’s wenches, they were fantastically stimulated to see the crowds; they looked upon the thing-fields with pleasure and excitement; even had they been permitted, some of them, to look upon certain of the contests. It is said that such pleasures improve a female slave. Sometimes, in the south, female slaves are dressed in the robes of free women, even veiled, and taken by their masters to see the tarn races, or games, or songs-dramas; many assume that she, sitting regally by his side, is a companion, or being courted for the companionship; only he and she know that their true relation is that of master and slave girl; but when they return home, and the door to his compartment closes, their charade done, she immediately strips to brand and collar, and kneels, head to his feet, once again only an article of his property; how scandalized would have been the free woman, had they known that, next to them perhaps, had been sitting a girl who was only slave; but there were no disguises in Torvaldsland; there was no mistaking that the girls that followed the Forkbeard, or “Thorgeir of Ax Glacier,” were bond; to better display his pets, and excite the envy of others, the Forkbeard had had his girls drop their kirtles low upon their hips, and hitch them high, that their beauty might be well exhibited, from their collars to some inches below their navels, and, too, that the turns of their calves and ankles might be similarly displayed; I would have thought that they might have groaned with humiliation and attempted to hide themselves among us, but, instead, even Pudding and Thyri, they walked as proud, shameless bond-maid; the exposure of the females navel, on Gor, is known as the “slave belly”; only female slaves expose their navels; from a vendor, the Forkbeard bought his girls honey cake; with their fingers they ate it eagerly, crumbs at the side of their mouths. Marauders of Gor, page 144

For some reason, some one took the silk girl quote and hung on to it for dear life, it is very evident that not because bond-maids think silk girls are lesser then them, that they really are. It is only the perception of a northern woman made bond-maid and one that hasn’t gotten training from anywhere else on Gor. We can also notice that the northern Captain has his silk girl dressed in silks to show her off, so silks are not unknown up north.

”Look!” cried Pudding. “A silk girl!” The expression `silk girl!' is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold. Marauders of Gor, page144

The silk girl was heeling her master, a captain of Torvaldsland. She wore, indeed, a brief tunic of the south, of golden silk. She wore a collar of gold, and, hanging in her ears, were loops of gold.

“High-farm girls!” she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls. Marauders of Gor, page 145

I noted that the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard attracted more then their expected share of attention. They were quite beautiful, from collars to low bellies, and the turn of their legs.

“Your girls walk well.” I told Ivar.

“They are bond-maids,” said he, “under the eyes of strange men.”

I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure.

“When we return to Forkbeard’s Landfall,” said the Forkbeard, “they will be better, for having looked, and having been looked upon.” Marauders of Gor, page 151

A farmer, in the crowd, reached forth. His heavy hand, swiftly, from her left hip to her right breast, caressed Thyri, lingering momentarily on her breast. She stopped, startled. Then she darted away. “Buy me, my Jarl!” she laughed. “Buy me!”

The Forkbeard grinned. His girls, he knew, were good. Few who looked upon them would not have liked to own them. Marauders of Gor, page 151-152

In the crowd, too, I saw some merchants, though few of them, in their white and gold. I saw, too, four slavers, perfumed, in their robes of blue and yellow silk, come north to buy women. I saw, by the cut of their robes, they were from distant Turia. Forkbeard’s girls shrank away from them. They feared the perfumed, silken slavery of the south; in the south the yoke of slavery is much heavier on a girl’s neck; her bondage is much more abject; she is often little more than a pleasure plaything of her master; it is common for a southern master to care more for his pet sleen than his girls. In the north, of course, it is common for a master to care more for his ship than his girls. I saw, too, in the crowd, a physician, in green robes, from Ar and a scribe from Cos. These cities are not on good terms but they, civilized men, both in the far north, conversed affably. Marauders of Gor, page 153

I looked upon her. She seemed the perfect solution to my problem. The gift of a female is sufficiently trivial that the honor of the Forkbeard as my host would not be in the least threatened; further, this was a desirable wench, whose cuddly slave body would be much relished by the Forkbeard and his crew; further, being trained, she would be a rare and exquisite treat for the rude giants of Torvaldsland; beyond this, of course, commanded, she would impart her skills to the best of her abilities to his other girls. Marauders of Gor, page 166-167

Bond-maid do fear free women, and free women of the north despise slave-girls, it is unfortunate that so many free women forget this and without showing disgust at the slave girls, could at least show disdain and the true sensations of realizing that bond-maids are luscious beasts that can and do satisfy men in the furs, that the disgust is born of jealousy is okay, it is natural, bond-maids are free in their collars.

Slave girls fear free women muchly. It is almost as if there was some unspoken war between them, almost as if they might be mortal enemies. In such a war, or such an enmity, of course, the slave girl is completely at the mercy of the free person; she is only slave. One of the great fears of a slave girl is that she will be sold to a woman. Free women treat their female slaves with incredible hatred and cruelty. Why this is I do not know. Some say it is because they, the free women, envy the girls their collars and wish that they, too, were collared, and at the complete mercy of masters. Marauders of Gor, page 154

“Silence, Bond-maid!” cried Bera.

Hilda put down her head.

“To think,” cried Bera, “that I expressed solicitude for a collar-girl!”

Hilda dared not speak. For a bond-maid to speak in such a situation might be to invite a sentence of death. She shuddered.

In fury, Bera, lifting her skirt from about her ankles, took her way from the long table, retiring to her own quarters. Marauders of Gor, page 200-201

Then, we again continued on our way, leaving the place of the platform, the place of Gunnhild’s triumph, where she had received a pastry, and where her master, the Forkbeard, had made a silver tarn disk on her beauty. She gave the other girls crumbs of the pastry and permitted Dagmar, who was to be sold off, to lick frosting from her fingers. Marauders of Gor, page 157

Male thralls turned the spits over the long fire; female thralls, bond-maids, served the tables. The girls, though collared in the manner of Torvaldsland, and serving men, were fully clothed. Their kirtles of white wool, smudged and stained with grease, fell to their ankles; they hurried about; they were barefoot; their arms, too, were bare; their hair was tied with strings behind their heads, to keep it free from sparks; their faces were, on the whole, dirty, smudged with dirt and grease; they were worked hard; Bera, I noted, kept much of an eye upon them; one girl, seized by a warrior, her waist held, his other hand sliding upward from her ankle beneath the single garment permitted her, the long, stained woolen kirtle, making her cry out with pleasure, dared to thrust her lips eagerly, furtively, to his; but she was seen by Bera; orders were given; by male thralls she was bound and, weeping, thrust to the kitchen, there to be stripped and beaten; I presumed that if Bera were not present the feast might have taken a different turn; her frigid, cold presence was, doubtless, not much welcomed by the men. But she was the woman of Svein Blue Tooth. I supposed, in time, normally, she would retire, doubtless taking Svein Blue Tooth with her. It would be then that the men might thrust back the tables and hand the bond-maids about. No Jarl I knew can hold men in his hall unless there are ample women for them. I felt sorry for Svein Blue Tooth. This night, however, it seemed Bera had no intention of retiring early. I suspected this might have accounted somewhat for the ugliness of the men with the entertainers, not that the men of Tor-valdsland, under any circumstances, constitute an easily pleased audience. Generally only Kaissa and the songs of skalds can hold their attention for long hours, that and stories told at the tables. Marauders of Gor, page 195-196

Bond-maids getting sold.

There were some one hundred bond-maids for sale in the shed. They all wore collars of the north, with the projecting iron ring. They were fastened by a single chain, but it was not itself run through the projecting loop on their collars; rather, a heavy padlock, passing through a link of the chain and the projecting loop, secured them; in this way the chain, when a girl is taken from the chain, or added to it, need not be drawn through any of the loops; the girls may thus, with convenience, be spaced on the chain, removed from it, and added to it.

The Forkbeard was given the tarn disk, which he placed in his wallet. It had been taken from a sack slung about the right wall. There, from one of several small wooden boxes projecting an intervals from the wall, he took an opened padlock. He then walked across the shed, still holding Dagmar by the arm, and threw her to her knees. He then lifted the chain and, by means of the padlock, passing it through the loop on her collar and a link in the chain, secured her. Marauders of Gor, page 158

Slave reactions are rather standard, a slave will fight her master, she at times feels the need to fight so her given in to the primal needs of sexual slavery is taken out of her hands. At times the fear is real and the need to fight is real, though physiologically, it is different with each woman.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then opened them. She had feared to be touched.

Where as fear inhibits sexual performance in a male, rendering it impossible, because neutralizing aggression, essential to male power, fear in a woman, some fear, not terror, can, interestingly, improve her responsiveness, perhaps by facilitating her abject submission, which can then lead to multiple orgasms. This is another reason, incidentally, why Goreans favor the enslavement of desirable women; the slave girl knows that she must please her master, and that she will be punished, and perhaps harshly if she does not; this makes her not only desperate to please the brute who fondles her, but also produces in her a genuine fear of him; this fear on her part enhances her receptivity and responsiveness; also, of course, since fear stimulates aggression, which is intimately connected with male sexuality, her fear, which she is unable to help, to her master’s amusement, deepens and augments the very predation in which she finds herself as quarry; and if she should not be afraid, it is no great matter; any woman, if the master wishes, can be taught fear.

After the Forkbeard had withdrawn his hand he studied her eyes intently. I, too, detected that for which he had sought, the object of his experiment. Though she had feared his touch, yet, when he had withdrawn his hand, there was, momentarily, disappointment in her eyes. She both feared to be touched, and desperately yearned for the touch. Marauders of Gor, page 160-161

“Kneel,” said the Forkbeard to the girl, “legs apart, palms of your hands on your thighs.”

With a movement of the chain, she did so.

He crouched before her.

“I may wish to use you to breed thralls,” he said. “You must be healthy for the farm. Put your head back, close your eyes and open your mouth.”

She did as she was told, that the Forkbeard might examine her teeth. Much may be told of the age and condition of a female slave, as of a kaiila or bosk, from her teeth.

But the Forkbeard did not look into her mouth. His left hand slipped to the small of her back, holding her, and his right hand went suddenly to her body. She cried out, trying to pull back, but could not, and then, her eyes closed, whimpering, she thrust forward, writhing and then, sobbing, held herself immobile, teeth gritted, eyes screwed shut, trying not to feel. When his hands left her body she tried, sobbing, to strike him, but he caught both her small wrists, holding them. She struggled futilely, held kneeling.

“Put your head back,” he said. “Open your mouth.”

She shook her head, wildly.

“I am holding your hands,” he pointed out.

Warily, eyes open, she opened her mouth. He looked at her teeth.

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

He stood up.

“What do you want for her ?” he asked the officer of Svein Blue Tooth.

“I had her for a broken coin,” he said, “half a silver tarn disk of Tharna. I will let you have her for a whole coin.”

The Forkbeard returned tot he man the tarn disk of silver which he had received for Dagmar.

The officer of Svein Blue Tooth, with a key at his belt, unlocked the padlock which held the girl’s collar to the common chain. He tossed the padlock, open, into one of the wooden boxes projecting from the wall.

The girl, kneeling, looked up at the Forkbeard. “Why did my Jarl buy me?” she asked.

“You have excellent teeth,” said the Forkbeard.

“For what will my Jarl use me?” she asked.

“Doubtless you can learn to swill tarsks,” he said.

“Yes my Jarl,” she said. Then she put her cheek, to our surprise, to the side of his leg, and lowering her head, holding his boot, kissed it.

It was very delicately, and lovingly, done. Marauders of Gor, page 162

It is noticeable that many bond-maids wear descriptive names, or at times, very northern names.

“What did your last Jarl call you?” asked the Forkbeard.

“Butter Pan,” she said.

The Forkbeard looked to Gunnhild. “What shall we call this pretty little slave?” he asked.

“Honey Cake,” suggested Gunnhild.

“You are Honey Cake,” said the Forkbeard.

“Yes, my Jarl,” said Miss Stevens.

The Forkbeard then left the bond-maid shed. We all followed him. He did not restrain Honey Cake in any way. She, nude, in her collar, back straight, accompanied him. Her head was high. She was a bought girl. The other girls, still on the chain, regarded her with envy, with resentment, hostility. She had paid them no attention. She had been purchased. They remained unbought girls, wenches left on the chain; they had not yet been found desirable enough to be purchased. Marauders of Gor, page 164-165

Yes, bond-maids, slave, kajirae’s all fear sleen, the only thing a kajira fears more is the wrath of their owners.

Then the sleen opened a passage for her, indicating to her which direction she was to go. Where else she turned she was met with the fangs and hisses of the accompanying animals. When she tried to move in any direction other than that of the opened passage they snapped at her, viciously. A single snap could tear off a hand or foot. Then two of the sleen fell in behind her and, snarling and snapping at her heels, drove her before them. We saw her fleeing before them, trying to escape the swift, terrible jaws. We feared, more than once, that they would kill her. A female who cannot be herded is destroyed by the herding sleen. Marauders of Gor, page 244

There is a time for slave, for bond-maids, and then there is a time for work, I really do appreciate that.

“Protect me!” I heard. A female threw herself to my feet, putting her head to my ankle. “Protect me!” she wept. I looked down. She lifted her face, terrified, tear-stained. She had dark hair, dark eyes. I saw the iron collar, dark, on her white throat. It was Leah, the Canadian girl. With my foot I thrust her, weeping, to one side. There was men’s work to do. Marauders of Gor, page 251

Bond-maids are just chattel and property to be used in whatever way is needed, here I like to point out how bond-maids know this hand signal that I rarely if never have seen used on Gor, “The belly sign.”

Then, to our surprise, from within the Kurii lines we saw two or three hundred slave girls whipped forth. They were bound together in fours and fives. Some were bound together by the wrists, others by the ankles, some by the waist, many by the throat. They were cattle, caught and tethered in the camp, in the confusion, by Kurii. They were to be used to break our lines. I saw Aelgifu, Pudding, among them. Her wrists were pulled out from the side of her body, bound to the wrist of a girl on either side, as they themselves were fastened. We heard the cracking of whips, and the cries of pain. Faster and faster ran the girls toward us, fleeing the whips. Behind them, rapidly, the Kurii advanced.

“Charge!” cried the Svein Blue Tooth. The lines of men, too, hurtled forward.
Not ten yards before the clash took place, Svein Blue Tooth and his lieutenants before the running line, as the girls, under the whips of Kurii, fled, terrified, seeing the axes, the leveled weapons, toward them, made a sign no bond-maid of the north mistakes, the belly sign. Almost as one the girls, crying out, flung themselves to their bellies among the bodies and the charge of the men of Torvaldsland, missing not a step, took its way over them, striking the startled Kurii with an unimpeded impact. I cut down one of the Kurii with its whip. “When the whip is put to the back of slaves,” I told it, “it is we who shall do so.” There was, instantly, fierce fighting, in and among, and over, the bodies of the tethered bond-maids. Those who could covered their heads with their hands. Bodies, human and Kur, fell bloodied to the grass. Bond-maids, half crushed, some with broken bones, screamed. They struggled, some to rise, but, tethered, few could do so. Most lay prone, trembling, as the feet shifted about them, weapons clashing over their heads. The Kurii, some seventeen or eighteen hundred of them, fell back.

“Cut the wenches free,” ordered Svein Blue Tooth. Blades swiftly freed the prone, hysterical bond-maids. Many were covered with blood. Svein Blue Tooth, and others, by the hair, hurled bond-wenches to their feet. “Get to the pen!” he cried. They stumbled away, hurrying to the pen. “Help her!” ordered the Blue Tooth to two frightened girls. They bent to lift and support one of their sisters in bondage, whose leg was broken, binding fiber still knotted about the ankle. “Tarl Red Hair!” wept Gunnhild. My blade flashed at her throat, cutting the tether that bound her, on either side, to two other girls. “Get to the pen,” I told her. “Yes, my Jarl!” she cried, running toward the pen. The girls, those who could, fled the field, to return to the pen in which the Kurii had originally confined them. Those who could not walk were, under the orders of-men, by other bond-maids, carried or aided to the pen. I saw Pretty Ankles put out her hand to Ivar Forkbeard. Severed binding fiber was knotted tight about her belly. “To the pen,” commanded the Forkbeard. Weeping, she hurried to the pen. Marauders of Gor, page 254

“Turn about,” I said, “and lean forward, resting on the sides of your forearms.”

“No!” she cried.

“Assume the position, as instructed,” I said.

“No!” she protested.

I lifted the whip.

She complied.

A few moments later, having freed her ankle from the shackle, I dragged her by her right arm out of the alcove, to the side of the table about which her men lay sprawled. Her lovely dark hair was down about her face. I forced her down on her knees, under the table. I put her over the ring, in the midst of the chains. I clasped the ankle rings about her ankles, locking them. I thrust the short, attached chain, attached to the ankle-ring chain at one end, and the wrist-ring chain at the other, and the wrist rings, on their short chain, between her legs and through the sturdy floor ring. I then, close to the floor, locked her wrists snugly into the wrist rings. She was now held helplessly in place beneath the table. “In such a fashion,” I told her, “the men of Torvaldsland sometimes secure their bond-maids. Thus they have them at hand and may use them, to some extent, to please them under the table. In this fashion, similarly, it is easy to feed them by hand and throw them scraps of meat. It is a useful arrangement in their training and, too, even a skilled, experienced girl, even one who is highly esteemed, is sometimes confined so, when it pleases the master to do so.” Players of Gor, page 116,177

Men on Gor remain men, even as thralls, but here, we see one take to his freedom really swiftly to the despair of a bond-maid, though we all know secretly, she is thrilled her Jarl knows how to treat a mere bond-maid.

“The wench is yours,” laughed Ivar Forkbeard.

“I love you,” wept Thyri.

“Kneel,” said Wulfstan.

Startled, Thyri did so. “You are mine now,” said Wulfstan.

“But surely you will free me, Wulfstan!” she cried.

Wulfstan lifted his head and uttered a long, shrill whistle, of the sort with which Kurii summon herd sleen. One of the animals must have been within a hundred yards for it came immediately. Wulfstan lifted Thyri by one arm and threw her before the beast. “Take her to the pen,” said Wulfstan to the animal. “Wulfstan!” cried Thyri. Then the beast, snarling, half-charged her, stopping short, hissing, eyes blazing. “Wulfstan!” cried Thyri, backing away from the beast, shaking her head. “No, Wulfstan!” “If I still wish you later,” he said, “I will retrieve you from the pen, with others which I might claim as my share of the booty.” “Wulfstan!” she cried, protesting. The sleen snapped at her, and, weeping, she turned and fled to the pen, the beast hissing and biting at her, driving her before it. Marauders of Gor, page 258-259

By the ring of the Kur collar which she wore Ivar Forkbeard jerked he to her feet, so that she stood on her tiptoes, looking up a him. He grinned. “To the pen with you, Slave,” he said. She looked at him, adoringly. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Marauders of Gor, page 258-259

I looked down upon her. “You are a wanton slave,” I said. She looked up at me laughing, “A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions,” she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so, they are beaten. Marauders of Gor, page 278

A seaman dragged Telima, by the arm, before us. She was stripped. Her hair was before her face. Her wrists were fastened behind her by the rude bracelets of the north. The Kur collar, leather, some three inches in height, holding her chin up, with its ring, was still on her throat. She had spent the last five days chained in a small, log slave kennel. She looked at Samos, and then, swiftly, lowered her eyes. Marauders of Gor, page 287

I saw Honey Cake among them, and the Forkbeard’s golden girl, the southern silk girl, too, she laboring as any other bond-maid. I do not think that in the south she had been forced so to work. She staggered. “Hurry,” said the girl behind her, “or we will be beaten!” The girl moaned, and staggered to the gangplank, and, slowly, foot by foot, her bare feet pressed by the weight deeply into the rough boards, climbed, carrying her burden, to the deck of the ship. Among the girls, too, I saw Bera, she one of the Blue Tooth’s girls, one of several, who had been placed under the orders of Wulfstan to assist in the loading. She was naked. The other girls, resenting the tunic she had been given, had stripped her. Svein Blue Tooth had laughed. Masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves.
Marauders of Gor, page 288-289

Now came slave girls bearing skins of water. They walked slowly, bent over, placing each step carefully, that they not lose their balance, heavy skins, bulging and damp, across their shoulders. I saw Honey Cake among them, and the Forkbeard’s golden girl, the southern silk girl, too, she laboring as any other bond-maid. I do not think that in the south she had been forced so to work. She staggered. “Hurry,” said the girl behind her, “or we will be beaten!” The girl moaned, and staggered to the gangplank, and, slowly, foot by foot, her bare feet pressed by the weight deeply into the rough boards, climbed, carrying her burden, to the deck of the ship. Among the girls, too, I saw Bera, she one of the Blue Tooth’s girls, one of several, who had been placed under the orders of Wulfstan to assist in the loading. She was naked. The other girls, resenting the tunic she had been given, had stripped her. Svein Blue Tooth had laughed Masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves. Marauders of Gor, page 288-289

The female slave, sometimes considered nothing, supposedly, is yet in actuality, valued commonly more highly than even gold, which in turn, is often valued for its capacity to buy such women, to bring them into chains."
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When this was done, I accompanied the Forkbeard to a place behind, and to one side, of a forge shed. There was a great log there, from a fallen tree. The bark had been removed from the log. It was something in the neighbourhood of a yard in thickness. Against the log, kneeling, one behind the other, their right shoulders in contact with it, knelt the new bond-maids, and Aelgifu. Some men stood about, as well, and the brawny fellow, the smith. Nearby, on a large, flat stone, to keep it from sinking into the ground, was the anvil. A few feet away, glowing with heat, stood two canister braziers. In these, among the white coals, were irons. Air, by means of a small bellows, pumped by a thrall bow, 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 a white wool, his hair cropped short, an iron collar on his throat.

“She first,” said the Forkbeard, indicating the slender, blond girl.

She moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. A fifth man, with a heavy leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with heat.

“Please, my Jarl,” she cried, “do not mark your girl!”

At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. It was only when it was pulled away she screamed. Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted. She had tried not to scream. She had dared to put her will against the iron. But, when the iron had been pulled back, from deep within her flesh, smoking, she, her pride gone, her will shattered, had screamed with pain, long and miserably, revealing herself as only another branded girl. She, by the arm, was dragged from the log. She threw back her head, tears streaming down her face, and again screamed in pain. She looked down at her body. She was marked for identification. A hand on her arm, she was thrust, sobbing, to the anvil, beside which she was thrust to her knees.

The brand used by Forkbeard is not uncommon in the north, though there is less uniformity in Torvaldsland on these matters than in the south, where the merchant caste, with its recommendations for standardization, is more powerful. All over Gor, of course, the slave girl is a familiar commodity. The brand used by the Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with, at its right tip, adjoining it, a steep, diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in width, and the diagonal line about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword.
”Look up at me,” said the smith.

The slender, blond girl, tears in her eyes, looked up at him.

He opened the hinged collar of black iron, about a half inch in height. He put it about her throat. It also contained a welded ring, suitable for the attachment of a chain.

“Put your head beside the anvil,” he said.

He took her hair and threw it forward, and thrust her neck against the left side of the anvil. Over the anvil lay the joining ends of the two pieces of the collar. The inside of the collar was separated by a quarter of an inch from her neck. I saw the fine hairs on the back of her neck. On one part of the collar are two, small, flat, thick rings. On the other is a single such ring. These rings, when the wings of the collar are joined, are aligned, those on one wing on top and bottom, that on the other in the center. They fit closely together, one on top of the other. The holes in each, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter, too, of course, are perfectly aligned.
The smith, with his thumb, forcibly, pushed a metal rivet through the three holes. The rivet fit snugly.
"Do not move your head, Bond-maid," said the smith.
Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he riveted the iron collar about her throat.

A man then pulled her by the hair from the anvil and threw her to one side. She lay there, weeping, a naked bond-maid, marked and collared. Marauders of Gor, page 86-87

This quote is all about training and punishment, a severe punishment too, but one that seems very efficient and to the point.

The Forkbeard turned about and, one arm about Pudding, the other about Gunnhild, started from the dock.

Hilda followed him, to his left.

“She heels nicely,” said Ottar. The men and bond-maids laughed. The Forkbeard stopped. Hilda’s face burned red with fury, but she kept her head high.

Pet sleen are taught to heel; so, too, sometimes, are bond-maids; I was familiar with this sort of thing, of course; in the south it was quite common for slave girls, in various fashions in various cities, to heel their masters.

Hilda, of course was a free woman. For her to heel was an incredible humiliation.

The Forkbeard started off again, and then again stopped. Again, Hilda followed him as before.

“She is heeling!” laughed Ottar.

There were tears of rage in Hilda’s eyes. What he said, of course, was true. She was heeling. On his ship the Fork-beard had taught her, though a free woman, to heel.

It had not been a pleasant voyage for the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar. She had been, from the beginning, fettered with her belly to the mast. For a full day, too, the coverlet had been left tied over her head, fastened by the twice-turned, knotted scarf about her neck. On the second day, it had been thrust up only that the spike of a water bag could be thrust between her teeth, and then replaced; on the third day the coverlet was torn away and, with the scarf thrown overboard; Ivar Forkbeard, on that day, watered her and, with a spoon, fed her a bit of bond-maid gruel.

Starving she had snatched at it greedily.

“How eagerly you eat the gruel of bond-maids,” he had commented.

Then she had refused to eat more. But, the next day, to his amusement, she reached forth her mouth eagerly for the nourishment.

On the fifth day, and thereafter, for her feedings, he would tie her ankles and release her from the mast, her wrists then tettered before her, that she might feed herself.

After the fifth day he fed her broths and some meats, that she might have good color.
With the improvement n her diet, as was his expectation, something of her haughtiness and temper returned.

On the eighth day he released her from the mast, that she might walk about the ship.

After she had walked about, he had said to her, “Are you ready to heel?”

“I am not a pet sleen!” she had cried.

“Put her to the oar,” had said the Forkbeard.

Hilda, clothed, had been roped, hand and foot, and body, on her back, head down, to one of the nineteen-foot oars.

“You cannot do this to me,” she cried.

Then, to her misery, she felt the oar move. “I am a free woman!” she cried.

Then, like any bond-maid, she found herself plunged beneath the cold green surface of Thassa.

The oar lifted.

“I am the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!” she cried, spitting water, half blinded.

Then the oar dipped again. When it pulled her next from the water, she was clearly terrified. She had swallowed water. She had learned what any bond-maid swiftly learns, that one must apply oneself, and be rational, if one will survive on the oar. One must follow its rhythm, and, as soon as the surface is broken, expel air and take a deep breath. In this fashion a girl may live on the oar.

For a time the Forkbeard watched her, leaning on his elbows, on the rail, but then he left the rail.
He did, however, have Gorm watch her, with a spear. Twice in the afternoon Gorm struck away sea sleen from the girl’s body. Once he thrust away one of the white sharks of the northern waters, The second of the sea sleen it had been which, with its sharp teeth, making a strike, but falling short, had torn away her green velvet gown on the right side from the hip to the hemline; a long strip of it, like a ribbon, was in its teeth as it darted away.

She had not been on the oar for half an Ahn when she had begun to beg her release; a few Ehn later, she had begun to beg to heel the Forkbeard.

But it was not until evening that the oar lifted, and she was released. She was fed hot broths and fettered again to the mast.

The Forkbeard said nothing to her, but, the next day, when the sun was hot on the deck, and he released her for her exercise, and he walked about the deck, she, though a free woman, heeled him perfectly. The crew had roared with laughter. I, too, had smiled. Hilda the Haughty, daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar, had been taught to heel. Marauders of Gor, page 123-124

Mead was replenished in the drinking horn by a dark-haired bond-maid, who filled it, head down, shyly, not looking at me. She was the only one in the hall who was not stripped, though, to be sure, her kirtle, by order of her master, was high on her hips, and, over the shoulders, was split to the belly. Like any other wench, on her neck, riveted, was a simple collar of black iron. She had worn a Kur collar before, and, with hundreds of others, had been rescued from the pens. The fixing of the Kur collar, it had been decided by Svein Blue Tooth, was equivalent to the fixing of the metal collar and, in itself, was sufficient to reduce the subject to slavery, which condition deprives the subject of legal status, and rights attached thereto, such as the right to stand in companionship. Accordingly, to her astonishment, Bera, who had been the companion of Svein Blue Tooth, discovered suddenly that she was only one wench among others. From a line, as part of his spoils, the Blue Tooth picked her out. She had displeased him mightily in recent years. Yet was the Blue Tooth fond of the arrogant wench. It was not until he had switched her, like any other girl, that she understood that their relationship had under-gone a transformation, and that she was, truly, precisely what she seemed to be, now his bond-maid. No longer would her dour presence deprive his feasts of joy. No longer would she, in her free woman’s scorn, shower contempt on bond-maids, trying to make them ashamed of their beauty. She, too, now, was no more than they. She now had new tasks to which to address herself, cooking, and churning and carrying water; the improvement of her own carriage, and beauty and attractiveness; and the giving of inordinate pleasure in the furs to her master, Svein Blue Tooth, Jarl of Torvaldsland; if she did not do so, well she knew, as an imbonded wench, that others would; it was not, indeed, until her reduction to slavery that she realized, for the first time, how fine a male, how attractive and how powerful, was Svein Blue Tooth, whom she had for years taken for granted; seeing him objectively for the first time, from the perspective of a slave girl, who is nothing herself, and comparing him with other free men, she realized suddenly how mighty how splendid and magnificent he truly was. She set herself diligently to please him, in service and in pleasure, and, if he would permit it, in love. Bera went to the next man, to fill his cup with mead, from the heavy, hot tankard, gripped with cloth, which she carried. She was sweating. She was barefoot. The bond-maid was happy. Marauders of Gor, page 277-278

The female slave, sometimes considered nothing, supposedly, is yet in actuality, valued commonly more highly than even gold, which in turn, is often valued for its capacity to buy such women, to bring them into chains."
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Got a cut, scratch, or other such injury? Well Gor has its own brand of medicine that is far more advanced then that of Urth, yet much of it would resemble eastern herbalism. Below is list of various healing items and techniques, everything from the basics to the most advanced medicines.

All wounds on Gor heal quickly and Goreans are very rarely ill. Bones can heal as fast as 3 days. Tendons heal in as fast as 2 days. Bruises heal in as little as 1 day. All dressings should be checked and cleaned daily and most stitches removed after a day.

Various Medicines and Herbs of Gor used in healing


Brak Bush:

Almost all doors, including that of the House of Cernus, had nailed to them some branches of the Brak Bush, the leaves of which, when chewed, have a purgative effect.

-- page 211, Assassin of Gor

Breeding Wine;

(also called Second Wine)

(see quote for Teslik)

She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had had some

within the moon, and, indeed, the effect of sip root, in the raw state, in most women, is three or four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission,

usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the "second wine." When this is administered she usually knows that she has been selected for crossing with a handsome male slave.

-- page 319, Blood Brothers of Gor

Capture Scent

She opened her eyes, and shook her head. "What is this?" she said. "Capture scent," I said. "Shall I hold again the vial beneath her nose?" I asked. Soaked in a rag and scarf and held over the nose and mouth of a female it can render her unconscious in five Ihn. She squirms wildly for an Ihn or two, and then sluggishly, and then falls limp. It is sometimes used by tarnsmen; it is often used by slavers. Anesthetic darts, too, are sometimes used in the taking of females; these may be flung, or entered into her body by hand; they take effect in about forty Ihn; she awakens often, stripped, in a slave kennel.

-- pages 115-116, Marauders of Gor

Fan Palm

I then rose to my feet and walked a few yards away, to a fan palm. From the base of one of its broad leaves I gathered a double handful of fresh water. I returned to the girl and, carefully, washed out the wound. She winced. I then cut some leaves and wrapped them about it. I tied shut this simple bandage with the tendrils of a carpet plant.

-- page 347, Explorers of Gor


"We permit them," said Flaminius, deigning to offer a bit of explanation, "five Ahn of varied responses, depending on when they recover from the frobicain injection. Mostly this takes the form of hysterical weeping, threats, demands for explanation, screaming and such. They will also be allowed to express their distress for certain periods at stated times in the future."

-- page 126, Assassin of Gor


(see quote for Sajel)


Tobacco is unknown on Gor, though there are certain habits or vices to take its place, in

particular the stimulation afforded by chewing on the leaves of the Kanda plant, the roots of which, oddly enough, when ground and dried, constitute an extremely deadly poison.

-- pages 24-25, Priest-Kings of Gor

Kutaituchik absently reached into a small golden box near his right knee and drew out a string of rolled kanda leaf. The roots of the kanda plant, which grows largely in the desert regions of Gor, are extremely toxic, but, surprisingly, the rolled leaves of this plant, which are relatively innocuous, are formed into strings and, chewed or sucked, are much favored by many Goreans, particularly in the southern hemisphere, where the leaf is more abundant.

-- page 43, Nomads of Gor

Leech Plant

Once I shouted in pain. Two fangs had struck into my calf. An ost, I thought! But the fangs held fast, and I heard the popping, sucking sound of the bladder like seed pods of a leech plant, as they expanded and contracted like small ugly lungs. I reached down and jerked the plant from the soil at the side of the road. It writhed in my hand like a snake, its pods gasping. I jerked the two fanglike thorns from my leg. The leech plant strikes like a cobra, and fastens two hollow thorns into its victim. The chemical responses of the bladder like pods produce a mechanical pumping action, and the blood is sucked into the plant to nourish it. As I tore the thing from my leg, glad that the sting had not been that of the venomous ost, the three hurtling moons of Gor broke from the dark cover of the clouds. I held the quivering plant up. Then I twisted it apart. Already my blood, black in the silvery night, mixed with the juices of the plant, stained the stem even to the roots. In a matter of perhaps two or three seconds, it had drawn perhaps a gill of liquid. With a shudder I hurled the loathsome plant away from the road. Normally such plants are cleared from the sides of the roads and from inhabited areas. They are primarily dangerous to children and small animals, but a grown man who might lose his footing among them would not be likely to survive.

-- pages 33-34, Outlaw of Gor

Once I stopped to rest. I lay, panting on the grass. My eyes were closed. I heard a rustle. I

turned my head and opened my eyes. I watched it in terror. It was vine like, and tendriled, leaved. A blind, split, pod like head was moving toward me, lifting itself slightly from the

ground, moving from side to side. Inside the pod I could see, fastened in the upper surface, too long, curved, thorn like fangs. I screamed, leaping to my feet. The thing suddenly struck at me. It tore through the fabric of the slacks on my right leg. I pulled my leg away, tearing away the cloth. It struck again and again, as though sensing me by smell or heat, but it was rooted, and I was beyond its reach. I threw back my head, my hands to the sides of my head, and screamed. I heard another rustle, near me. I looked about, wildly, I saw the other plant, and then two others, too. And then another. Sweating, picking my way, I fled from the area. Then I was into the open grass again.

-- page 41, Captive of Gor


(see quote for Kanda)

"I would not have thought Sarus of Tyros would have used poisoned steel," I said. Such a device, like the poisoned arrow, was not only against the codes of the warriors, but, generally, was regarded as unworthy of men. Poison was regarded as a woman's weapon. Iskander shrugged. "Sullius Maximus," he said, "invented such a drug. He tested it, by pin pricks, on the limbs of a captured enemy, paralyzing him from the neck down. He kept him seated at his right side, as a guest in regal robes, for more than a week. When he tired of the sport he had him killed." "Is there an antidote?" I asked. "No," said Iskander.

-- pages 18-19, Marauders of Gor


"The drug," said Shaba, "was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant, and gieron, an unusual allergen. Mixed they produce a facsimile of the superficial symptoms of Bazi plague."

-- pages 154-155, Explorers of Gor

Sip Root

"We make them chew carefully and watch closely to see that they swallow, bit by bit, in small swallows, sip roots, as well," said another. "We then examine their mouths, forcing them widely open, to determine that they have finished their entire allotment of the root," said another. I nodded. Sip roots are extremely bitter. Slave wine, incidentally, is made from sip roots. The slaves of the red savages, like slaves generally on Gor, would be crossed and bred only as, and precisely as, their masters might choose.

-- pages 124-125, Blood Brothers of Gor

Slave Wine

(see quote for Sip Root)

Slave wine is bitter, intentionally so. Its effect lasts for more than a Gorean month. I did not wish the females to conceive. A female slave is taken off slave wine only when it is her master's intention to breed her.

-- pages 23-24, Marauders of Gor

Stabilization Serum

The Player was a rather old man, extremely unusual on Gor, where the stabilization serums were developed centuries ago by the Caste of Physicians in Ko-ro-ba and Ar, and transmitted to the Physicians of other cities at several of the Sardar Fairs. Age, on Gor, interestingly, was regarded, and still is, by the Castes of Physicians as a disease, not an inevitable natural phenomenon. The fact that it seemed to be a universal disease did not

dissuade the caste from considering how it might be combated. Accordingly the research of centuries was turned to this end. Many other diseases, which presumably flourished centuries ago on Gor, tended to be neglected, as less dangerous and less universal than that of aging. A result tended to be that those susceptible to many diseases died and those less susceptible lived on, propagating their kind. One supposes something similar may have happened with the plagues of the Middle Ages on Earth. At any rate, disease is now almost unknown among the Gorean cities, with the exception of the dreaded Dar-kosis disease, or the Holy Disease, research on which is generally frowned upon by the Caste of Initiates, who insist the disease is a visitation of the displeasure of Priest-Kings on its recipients. The fact that the disease tends to strike those who have maintained the observances recommended by the Caste of Initiates, and who regularly attend their numerous ceremonies, as well as those who do not, is seldom explained, though, when pressed, the Initiates speak of possible secret failures to maintain the observances or the inscrutable will of Priest-Kings. I also think the Gorean success in combating aging may be partly due to the severe limitations, in many matters, on the technology of the human beings on the planet. Priest-Kings have no wish that men become powerful enough on Gor to challenge them for the supremacy of the planet. They believe, perhaps correctly, that man is a shrewish animal which, if it had the power, would be likely to fear Priest-Kings and attempt to exterminate them. Be that as it may, the Priest-Kings have limited man severely on this planet in many respects, notably in weaponry, communication and transportation. On the other hand, the brilliance which men might have turned into destructive channels was then diverted, almost of necessity, to other fields, most notably medicine, though considerable achievements have been accomplished in the production of translation devices, illumination and architecture. The Stabilization Serums, which are regarded as the right of all human beings, be they civilized or barbarian, friend or enemy, are administered in a series of injections, and the effect is, incredibly, an eventual, gradual transformation of certain genetic structures, resulting in indefinite cell replacement without pattern deterioration. These genetic alterations. moreover, are commonly capable of being transmitted. For example, though I received the series of injections when first I came to Gor many years ago I had been told by Physicians that they might, in my case, have been unnecessary, for I was the child of parents who, though of Earth, had been of Gor, and had received the serums. But different human beings respond differently to the Stabilization Serums, and the Serums are more effective with some than with others. With some the effect lasts indefinitely, with others it wears off after but a few hundred years, with some the effect does not occur at all, with others, tragically, the effect is not to stabilize the pattern but to hasten its degeneration. The odds, however, are in the favor of the recipient, and there are few Goreans who, if it seems they need the Serum's, do not avail themselves of them. The Player, as I have mentioned, was rather old, not extremely old but rather old. His face was pale and lined, and his hair was white. He was smooth shaven.

-- pages 29-31, Assassin of Gor

Tassa Powder

I had been forced, sitting in the courtyard, my head back and nose held, to swallow a draft of water, into which a reddish powder had been mixed. I had shortly thereafter lost consciousness. "You have recovered more quickly than I had anticipated from the Tassa powder," she said... "In the courtyard below," I said, "I was drugged." "It was done by Tassa powder," she said. "It was tasteless, and effective," I said. "Slavers sometimes use it," she said. "It is well for a girl not to drink with a strange man," she laughed. "It shows up, of course," I said, "in water." "It is meant to be mixed with red wine," she said.

-- pages 222-224, Fighting Slave of Gor

Inside, in a previously prepared room, on a great table, were aligned two hundred goblets of wine. Each contained Tassa powder.

-- page 113, Guardsman of Gor


The active ingredient in the breeding wine, or the "second wine," is a derivative of teslik. In the matter of bitterness of taste there is little to choose from between raw sip root and slave wine, the emulsive qualities of the slave wine being offset to some extent by the strength of the concentration involved.

-- page 320, Blood Brothers of Gor

Medicines and Herbs


Anti Serum

Given to those bit by sleen to counteract their poisons.

Brak Bush

A shrub whose leaves have a purgative effect when chewed, traditionally branches of it are nailed to house door during the Waiting Hand to discourage the entry of bad luck into the house for the New Year. Book 5: Assassin of Gor, page 211.

Capture Scent

An anesthetic widely employed to render its victims unconscious. A rag soaked with it is held over the mouth and nose or shot into the victim as an anesthetic dart.

Book 9: Marauders of Gor, pages 115 and 116.

Similar to an Urth chloraphorm soaked on a rag and placed to the face it can disable up to 40 ihn.


A sedative injection used during Voyages of Acquisition to render a captured

barbarian unconscious. Book 5: Assassin of Gor, page 21


a plant that is grown in the desert regions of Gor. Its roots are very toxic even poisonous, but the leaves can be rolled and formed into strings which are chewed or sucked to produce a stimulant effect.

Book 3:Priest-Kings of Gor, page 25;

Book 4: Nomads of Gor, page 43.

It is an addictive narcotic used in pain control. The patient given the leaf to chew as swallowing this could be fatal. { to be used with great caution.}

Lavenia Flowers Blossoms

are used in hot water to relieve headache and discomfort


A natural antibiotic. It can be ground and used in healing salves, boiled to oils and used to irrigate high risk wounds to prevent infection, it can also be ground and added to food for the same effect

Plaintion Leaves

This is found growing wild, It draws out infection, halts bleeding and eases burns


The use of poison of Gor is generally considered not worth of men. It is against the Code of Warriors. It is thought of as a weapon of women. Book 9: Marauders of Gor, page 18.

Sip Root

Used in the creation of slave wine to prevent conception

Slave Wine

A black, bitter beverage that acts as a contraceptive, its effect are instantaneous and it lasts for well over a month, can be counter-acted with another sweet-tasting beverage (see breeding wine)

Book 9: Marauders of Gor, pages 23 and 83 - 84;

Book 22: Dancer of Gor, page 174}

Stabilization Serums

A series of medical injections which, among other things, retards the aging process. An invention of the Priest-Kings, approved by them for use by humans, administered in 4 injections.

Book 3 Priest-Kings of Gor, page 124;

Book 5: Assassin of Gor

page 30 and 31; Book 7: Captive of Gor,

pages 93 - 97; Book 11: Slave Girl of Gor,

page 282; Book 22: Dancer of Gor, pages 472 - 474.

Tassa Powder

A reddish powder usually mixed with red wine which renders the consumer unconscious.

Book 14: Fighting Slave of Gor, pages 222 – 223

Book 16: Guardsman of Gor,

page 113; Book 20; Players of Gor, page 293.


A plant whose extract is the active ingredient in breeding wine.

Book 18: Blood Brothers of Gor, page 320


a powder that when sprinkled onto a wound provides a numbing effect. This will allow a Healer to stitch. Tessa can render unconsciousness if mixed with red ka-la-na, it is tasteless

Wild Yam

Often given to pregnant women to prevent cramping and bleeding during pregnancy

Willow Bark

When soaked in hot water and made into a tea, it often acts as a good alternative pain management and is non addictive. Bazi tea has a similar effect.

Contents of the Medical Chests


Sterile water

distilled and stored in a sterile flask

Bandages and dressings

Clean rep cloth for cleaning wounds and bandaging

Tendrils of carpet plant

for securing bandages




Small Cauterizing Irons


Sterile chest tubes

Needles of various sizes

for suturing

Two kinds of suturing thread

silk and gut

A pot of healing salve

A pot of numbing salve

A box of washed kanda leaves (pain relief)

A pot of green herbal powder (antiseptic)

A pot of powdered Valerian root (sleeping aid)

flask containing a mixture of milk, honey, and ipecac (to induce vomiting)

Sterile transfusion pump

Cauterizing VS Stitching and Bleeding Control


There has been a battle and many are injured with many open wounds, what do you do? Well, among other things, you will need to close the open wounds. But how do we do this? There are two main methods used to close a wound, cauterizing and stitching. Cauterizing seems to be the method of choice for some camps Cities and Camp, but is to be avoided whenever possible. When you cauterize a wound, you are destroying tissue. Use it only if absolutely necessary. Cauterizing too much of an area has harmful side effects but is fast and effective if used correctly You are creating a severe burn. This burn can be infected. If cauterizing to stop bleeding, you are, most likely, destroying blood supply which may result in the need for amputation if inadequate blood supply remains. As you can see that there are cons to cauterizing. Stitching excessive bleeding or a single bleeding wound is preferable You may also apply pressure over the wound and elevate the extremity above level of heart.


(see snake bites for Osts, no cure, death in seconds)


SLEEN: (20' long feline, 6 legs, 2 rows teeth)

LARL: (7' at shoulder feline, similar to a lion)

KUR: (8-9' furred mammal, 4 legs, stands or all fours, each paw has 6 digits w/ retractable claws and thumb, 2 rows of teeth, eat humans)

TARN: (hawk-like bird, is ridden, used in battle and racing)

BOSK: (large, shaggy, long-horned bovine similar to cattle)

ANT: (of Schendi, 2" in length, bite is vicious and extremely painful, but it is not poisonous)

1. give "antivenin serum" for sleen bites or clawings, always

2. control bleeding using pressure and sterile pads

3. use "tessa powder/kanda salve" -- when sprinkled/applied to a wound provides a numbing effect allowing stitching -- (tessa powder can also render unconsciousness if mixed with kalana, it is tasteless)d. check wound for any severed arteries, repair as per reconnection if possible, amputation and cauterize if not

4. irrigate well with marigold oils for the prevention of infection and flush from the area any debris (careful with green paga, its made from grain and can cause serious infections, it is not a disinfectant)

5. look for imbedded claws or teeth

6. throat damaged can cause air path to be interrupted and blood to lungs that would in itself kill if the bleeding to death did not first two tubes: (need permission to use, has "trocar" on tip that punches trough skin) one to throat to get air to them and one to lungs try to drain blood out of lungs

7. suture using a small needle and tiny stitches to minimize scarring if possible (see "stitching a wound") I. cover the wound with kanda salve to numb then healing herb powder, then cover with pad, wrap with sterile bandages carefully checking to be sure there is a good pulse above and below the wound

8. if a lot of blood loss give cup of "restoration broth"

9. offer bazi tea (not the ceremony, a mug) it is a natural pain killer

10. restrictions should include (depending on the severity of the injury) -- elevation at least 45 degrees, no riding, no patrol, no activity for 24 hours, no alcoholic beverages -- until after a reassessment

11. do not restrict furring unless this is a groin injury or again a severe injury merely caution that if it hurts, stop



make bandages using clean soft rep cloth, cut/rip into strips then sterilize strips in boiling rain water 30 ehn, dry then:

1. for wrapping bandages, roll long pieces,

2. for flat pad type bandages, used to stop bleeding, just fold shorter strips flat -- then check Master's medical & surgical kit by His chair, the kitchen medical kits, and those stored in the medical supply room

3. if needed place a couple of each in the kit.



1. reach for two sterile rep pads hold one next to the wound tightly

2. offer kanda leaf (need permission from Free to use. Tell Free not to swallow leaf or juices, just chew on it, poison if swallowed) OR offer "tessa powder" mixed with kalana to drink, renders unconsciousness, it is tasteless

don't pull out barbed weapons !!!!!
4. using second sterile pad or silver tongs, pull the object (arrows, quivas, bolts, blades, etc.) out in one clean swift motion

5. lay weapon in cloth next to the Master

6. apply pressure to stop the bleeding

7. black pepper powder stops bleeding

8. clean the wound with sterile water or marigold oil on pad

9. re-apply pressure to stop bleeding if needed

10. apply kanda salve to edges to be stitched, then stitch accordingly (see "stitching a wound")

11. offer "restoration broth" to drink if a lot of blood was lost



give cup of "restoration broth" to drink; and fruit juices



Types of breaks


The break doesn't go through the whole bone.


The bone is broken all the way through but still in contact.

Simple fracture:

The break goes all the way through the bone. The bone is separated but held together by muscle and skin.

Compound fracture:

The bone has penetrated the skin.

1. broken bones need to be handled by a healer NEVER try to reset the bone yourself

2. girl can immobilize the limb or body area

3. a simple splint will work, be sure to use ample padding before applying the splints

Don'ts of broken bones

1. Don't try to reset the break.

2. Don't allow the bone to move.

3. Don't apply a splint without applying ample padding first.



rinse with marigold oil to prevent infection, apply layer of kanda salve to numb the pain, do not wrap


1. fill a verr-skin bag with cold water/ice if available OR a cool mud pack held in place by bandaging can also be used on the bruised place

2. offer to massage it gently with oil

3. then wrap a bandage around



Types of burns:

first degree burns

outer layer of skin is burned, it will be red and painful

second degree burns

deeper burns, into the second layer of tissue

third degree burns

can be extremely deep, doing damage to muscle and tendon gently bathe the burn in clean cool water change dressing often infection is a major concern of burn victims

Don'ts of treating burns

1. Don't apply salve or grease.

2. Don't bathe or soak in ice water. cool water is ok.

3. Don't peel off dead or blistered skin.



1. wash the wound with sterile water mixed with healing powder OR marigold oil (do not use regular paga for this, serious infections come from fermented grains -- paga must contain healing powder to be used) offer "tessa powder mixed with ka-la-na" to render person unconscious, it is tasteless

2. cauterize wound (ask Free permission to use a weapon) a fire poker should always be ready in the hot coals just in case of an emergency (a quiva can be used also)

3. check poker to see if it glows white

4. press it to the wound quickly

5. holding for five seconds

6. swiftly remove the poker or quiva

7. check to make sure the wound is sealed completely

8. rinse with marigold oil to fight infection

9. apply layer of kanda salve to numb area

10. apply healing herb powder

11. cover with sterile pad

12. wrap the wound with clean bandages



Instant cellular disruption leads to immediate death

Rapid aging, leads to death in about a Hand.



1. wipe the blood away with a sterile pad

2. clean the wound with sterile water or marigold oil on pad

3. apply marigold oil to fight infection

4. decide if it needs stitching (see "stitching a wound") either way, apply kanda salve to numb area

5. apply healing herb powder

6. cover with sterile pad

7. wrap a bandage around to protect it



-(lit. 'holy disease'): an incurable, wasting disease akin to the Earth disease of leprosy



1. shock can be fatal

2. have the patient lay down, keep Him calm, elevate the legs slightly, except in the case of a head wound loosen any restrictive clothing remember the main goal is to increase the blood flow to the primary organs, in particular the brain

3. keep Him warm but do not allow to over heat

4. patient can have as much water He wants to drink, don't force Him to drink

Signs of shock include:

1. pale, sweaty or clammy skin

2. rapid heart rate, shallow respirations

3. low blood pressure

4. decreased alertness

5. confusion

Don'ts of shock

1. Don't over heat the patient.

2. Don't let the patient become agitated, keep Him calm.



1. mix large amounts of honey and bosk milk and make the slave/Free drink it all

2. poisons work fast, usually by the 3rd heart beat, death by the 10th, once given the antidote within 2-3 hours slave is back to perfect health




(tiny snake, 12" long, bright orange)

1. there is no cure for ost venom

2. painful death by poisoning within seconds

3. pronounce dead



1. each girl BETTER know which Master she is to attend


3. take a medical/suture kit and go to His chair right before the spar begins

4. prepare all that you will need to attend to Him (lay simple stuff out)

5. after the spar go the pit and help the Master back to His chair

6. then tend to His wounds

7. first stop any bleeding

8. next ask a free permission to offer a kanda leaf - tell the Free not to swallow the leaf or juice, just chew on it. (it is deadly if swallowed)

9. determine where the serious injuries are

10. tend to the wounds, broken bones, bruises etc., starting with the most serious


1. stop the bleeding

2. clean the wound -- saturate a clean rep cloth in sterile water o marigold oil -- carefully wipe the blood away

3. if wound is still bleeding, stop the bleeding again

4. determine what thread to use (internal / tem-thread *dissolves* for deep wounds -- external / silk-thread *remove 2-3 days* for not as deep)

5. determine what stitch to use (mattress stitches for places that bend, i.e., knee, wrist etc. -- herringbone for all others)

6. move quickly, ask Free permission to offer a kanda leaf, tell Free not to swallow leaf or juice, just chew on it (it is deadly to swallow) then apply kanda slave to edge that need stitches to numb it

7. stitch the wound using the tiniest stitches as possible, after every stitch tie a knot

8. apply marigold oil to fight infection

9. kanda salve to numb

10. sprinkle area with the healing herbs

11. apply a soft sterile pad to cover the wound

12. wrap the wound with clean bandages



1. kajira assistants need two basins of lukewarm water, one to add marigold oils to and the second to wash your hands -- if a Healer is present, prepare these basins for the Healer also.

2. if there are multiple injuries to a patient, one kajira should hold head still watching breathing

3. using sterile pad, place pressure to the bleeding site

4. thread the needles

5. have plenty of sterile rep cloths available

6. have kanda leaves for Healer to use -- if you apply ask Free for permission to use - tell P/person not to swallow the leaf or juices, just chew on it (it is deadly to swallow) OR willow bark or bazi tea prepared in a mug, do not ask just get it

7. person injured should not have any alcoholic beverages, while you should encourage a Free not to drink that, it is up to the Free to take the responsibility and follow through with the instructions of the Healer



1. plantion and tessa powders are used -- depends again on the injury

2. if tubes are used, then you can guess that IV solution or blood transfer also had to be done

3. marigold oil is also used to flush wounds

4. bark strips, herbs and teas for headaches, pain, rashes and such

5. most attacks though would only need stitching and muscle stitching to repair (see "stitching a wound")

6. give cup of "restoration broth" and juice for blood loss -- if refused then the cure would take longer -- it is a known fact that alcohol breaks down the blood making it longer to heal

7. furring restriction will depend on the injury

8. stabilization serums are given in a series of 4 shots -- its effects almost stops aging for a few hundred years (Assassins of Gor) It also replenishes the cells to new which helps a wound heal faster

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Official Stone:

A solid metal cylinder that is kept near Sardar. Four times a year on a set day during the fairs cities have the chance to test it against the standard stone.


A unit of measurement equal to four earth pounds. There is an official stone, a solid metal cylinder which is kept near the Sardar. During fairs, cities, on a given day can test their stone against the 'standard' stone

a unit of measurement equal to 10 Stone or 40 Earth pounds.
Measurement Of Volume On Gor

On Earth, we all know that a gallon of water is the same volume as a gallon of milk or gas. This is the same as on Gor, it has it's own methods of determining volume. Below is a list of the method used to determine volume on Gor.

a measurement of five handfuls with fingers closed.

a measurement consisting of six tef, which constitutes a tiny basket.

A measurement equaling 5 tefa; a tefa equals six tef and a tef equals a handful with five fingers closed.

a measure equaling 2 gallons.

On Earth we know that 1 inch is one twelfth of a foot, one foot is one third of a yard, and it takes 1760 yards to make up one mile. On Gor, the measurements of distance are similarly arranged, but they are different. Converting between Earth standard measurement and Gorean Measurement can be difficult, but not impossible.

A measure of distance equal to 1- 1/4 inches.

Foot, Gorean:
Slightly longer than the Earth foot based on supposition that each of its 10 horts is roughly 1 1/4 inches long (12 1/2 inches Earth measure); it's standard is a metal rod kept at the Sardar. It is also called the Merchant's Foot.

A unit of measure the distance from the elbow to the tip of the middle finger, approximately 18 inches, analogous to the Earth cubit. 10 ah-il equal one ah-ral

A unit of measure equaling 10 ah-il or approx. 180 inches.

Hand (as height):
A measurement of height, primarily of Kaiila. Both the Wagon People's Kaiila and the sand Kaiila of the Tahari stand about twenty to twenty-two hands at the shoulder.

A measure of distance equaling 7 miles.

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The Gorean second of which there are 80 in an ehn (minute).

The Gorean minute of which there are 40 in an ahn (hour); it consists of 80 ihn (seconds).

The Gorean hour of which there are 20 in a Gorean day, numbered consecutively. The tenth Ahn is noon and the twentieth is midnight. Each Ahn consists of forty Ehn or minutes, and each Ehn of eighty Ihn or seconds.

Below is a kind of Gorean Clock. It shows how a day is broken down.

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Gorean Ahn: Equivalent Earth Hour

1st Ahn
12:01 :12 am

2nd Ahn
1:13 am - 2:24 am

3rd Ahn
2:25 am - 3:36 am

4th Ahn
3:37 am - 4:48 am

5th Ahn
4:49 am - 6:00 am

6th Ahn
6:01 am - 7:12 am

7th Ahn
7:13 am - 8:24 am

8th Ahn
8:25 am - 9:36 am

9th Ahn
9:37 am - 10:48 am

10th Ahn
10:49 am-12:00 pm

11th Ahn
12:01 pm - 1:12 pm

12th Ahn
1:13 pm - 2:24 pm

13th Ahn
2:25 pm - 3:36 pm

14th Ahn
3:37 pm - 4:48 pm

15th Ahn
4:49 pm - 6:00 pm

16th Ahn
6:01 PM - 7:12 pm

17th Ahn
7:13 pm - 8:24 pm

18th Ahn
8:25 pm - 9:36 pm

19th Ahn
9:37 pm -10:48 pm

20th Ahn
10:49 pm -12:00 am

Noon, Gorean: The 10th ahn is the Gorean noon.

Midnight, Gorean: The twentieth ahn.

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The Gorean Calendar

"The Gorean week consists of five days. Each month consists of five such weeks. Following each month, of which there are twelve, separating them, is a five-day Passage Hand. The twelfth Passage Hand is followed by the Waiting Hand, a five-day period prior to the vernal equinox, which marks the Gorean New Year." Tribesman of Gor, chapter 1, page 26


The Gorean Week consists of 5 days as follows.
En......1st day of week
ba-ta...2nd day of week
Ka......3rd day of week
Lo-i....4th day of week
eta.....5th day of week

The Gorean Month consists of 5 weeks total. There are 25 days in each month.

After each month is a 5 day period known as the passage hand.

The Gorean Year consists of 12 months total. There are 300 days in the Gorean Year plus 60 days in passage hands plus 5 days for the Waiting Hand totaling 365 days, beginning with En'Kara and ending with Kavars.

Therefore when comparing the Gorean Calendar to the Calendar of Earth, Y/you must understand that an Earth day will not fall on the same day as on Gor. (ex ..May 2nd may fall on 15th of En'Var this year and on a different day next year).

Waiting Hand the 5-day period between the 12th Passage Hand and the beginning of the New Year which begins on the Vernal Equinox

Every 10 years the Gorean Leaders invited the haruspexes to divine at each camp. The future of the tribes, its Members and slaves, the Camp Enemies, even the safety of the bosk is foretold. It is a time of great joy for some, great sadness for others.

I was going to put up a Gorean Calendar to show the 2006 calendar year, but I don't want to update it every year. So instead, you can view the Gorean Calendar and a Gorean Clock by clicking here.

Now, just like on Earth, the Gorean Calendar includes many holidays. There are, actually, quite a few Gorean Holidays and Festivals to be observed. Gorean's seem to find reasons to be joyous and gather in the company of those they care about. It is a great responsibility to the kajira to prepare the feasts and entertain the guests, but they are also a lot of fun. So relax and enjoy them many good times to be had in Gor.

Gorean New Year:
On the day of the Vernal equinox many northern Gorean cities, including Ar, celebrate the Gorean New Year. Typically upon this day a celebration takes place, doors are painted green, and a city-wide festival is held, lasting for two full Gorean hands (ten days). Every fourth year the New Year is celebrated on the extra day which occurs between the Waiting Hand and the day of the equinox.

Sardar Fairs:
The Gorean equivalent of the World's Fair on Earth, these are four huge trade fairs which are held quarterly in the shadow of the Sardar Mountain Range. Each young person of Gor is expected to make a pilgrimage to the foot of the Sardar Mountains before he or she reaches their 25th birthday. They typically last ten full days (plus at least that long for set up and break down) and are scheduled to coincide with the solstices and equinoxes. Therefore, the four annual Fairs are:

The Fair of En'Kara (approximately March 21st-March 30th)
The Fair of En`Var (approximately June 19th-June 28th)
The Fair of Se`Kara (approximately September 22nd-October 1st)
The Fair of Se`Var (approximately December 21st-December 30th)

The Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna:
A complex feast celebrated by most Gorean cities early during the growing season, and believed by many to ensure a plentiful harvest for the year ahead. Numerous rituals are performed during the three days of the feast by members of the caste of Initiates, and members of each of the five high castes perform their own part of the ceremony during that three-day period. Most of these rituals consist of sacrifices or prayers to the Priest Kings conducted in the presence of the city Home Stone. On the final eve of the feast, the Home Stone is placed beneath the sky, typically atop the tallest cylinder in the city, and sprinkled with sa-tarna grain and ka-la-na wine by a dignitary of the city, often the Administrator, Ubar, or a member of the ruling family.

The Return to Turia:
The last day of the Second Hand of En'Kara is traditionally the day which marks the beginning of The Season of Little Grass for the Wagon Peoples, and shortly thereafter they begin the long trek from their winter pastures back to Turia.

Games of Love War:
The Wagon Peoples compete against the Warriors of Turia on the Plain of Stakes during the Second Passage Hand in mid-spring, participating in various challenges and ceremonial-combats in order to exchange free woman for slaves.

Taking for the Omens:
Every tenth year, dating from 10,119 CA (1969 AD), is considered by the Wagon Peoples to be an "Omen Year." Therefore, in 10,129 CA (1979 AD) and in 10,139 CA (1989 AD), the Wagon Peoples halted their annual trek past Turia and various Omens were divined by their haruspexes regarding the future of the tribes and the safety of the bosk. This ceremony typically occurs in late spring, sometime during the month of Camerius. The last such Omen Year occurred in 10,149 CA (1999 AD).

Turian New Year:
The peoples of Turia and certain other southern regions officially celebrate their own new year on the day of the Summer Solstice. A ten day period of revelry follows, similar to the New Year celebrations in northern cities.

Kajuralia: "The Festival of Slaves"
it is held in most Gorean cities (except Port Kar, where it is not celebrated at all) on the last day of the Twelfth Passage Hand. In Ar, it is celebrated on the last day of the fifth month, the day which precedes the Love Feast. Upon this day, slaves may take liberties which are otherwise not permitted them during the year, including the drinking of wine and liquor, the freedom to roam at will (provided of course they do not attempt to escape from their owners permanently), the freedom to choose their own sexual partners and to couch with slaves of the opposite sex whom they find attractive, temporary suspension of all work and duties, and even the opportunity to play (minor) tricks and practical jokes upon freepersons. After the twentieth ahn, however, they are expected to be back in their respective kennels and slave quarters to resume the services required by their imbonded status; slaves who "go renegade" during Kajuralia are typically punished severely if recaptured, and are often executed for such an offense.

Love Feast:
Five day celebration within Ar, held during the Fifth Passage Hand. It is a time wherein many slaves are sold; the fourth day of the Love Feast is typically considered the climax of the festival in regard to the sale of slaves. The fifth day is normally reserved for great contests and spectacles in the Stadium of Blades, grand races in the Stadium of Tarns, great Kaissa championships and general celebratory feasting.

The Passing of Turia:
The herds of the Wagon peoples traditionally pass closest to the city of Turia on or around the Second Hand of Se`Kara. Festival of the 25th of Se`Kara: An annual Festival held in Port Kar to celebrate their great naval victory over the combined fleets of Cos and Tyros.

The Thing:
An annual celebration held in Torvaldsland, during which all of the shield men of the various Great Jarls travel to the Hall of their particular leader, submit their weaponry for inspection, and formally repledge their oaths of loyalty. The Thing usually occupies a span of from three to five days, and occurs sometime during the middle of the ninth Gorean month, varying according to such factors as weather and the current political situation.

The Wintering:
The nomadic herds of the Wagon peoples typically occupy their winter pastures during the period from the middle of the ninth Gorean month through the Second Hand of En'Kara.

New Year: Wagon Peoples:
The day of the Winter Solstice is celebrated by the Wagon Peoples as the first day of the new year, and marks the beginning of The Season of Snows. In addition, the women of the Wagon Peoples keep a calendar of their own, based upon the phases of the largest of the three Gorean moons. It consists of fifteen separate divisions, each named after one of the fifteen different kinds of bosk, for instance: "The Moon of the Brown Bosk", "The Moon of the Spotted Bosk", etc.

Held in many southern cities, notably Port Kar, during the five days of the Twelfth Passage Hand. During this celebration it is often customary to garb oneself in outlandish costumes or masks and attend various masquerade fetes and feasts.

The Waiting Hand:
This is a five day period during which doors are painted white, little food is eaten, little is drunk and there is no singing or public rejoicing in the city. Walls and doors are adorned with sprigs and branches from the brak bush to ward off ill-luck in the coming year. On the day of the Vernal equinox, the Ubar or Administrator of the city performs a ritual "greeting of the sun," after which doors are repainted and the brak foliage is removed, beginning a ten day period of general revelry.

Feast of Fools:
is a Festival celebrated in some Gorean cities on the last day of the Third Hand of the eighth Gorean month. It is similar in many respects to the southern Festival known as Carnival, except it lasts only for the period of one night. Also known as the "Festival of the Cities of Dust," in homage to the spirits of the deceased who died during the last year..

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There is little standardization in currency exchange rates throughout Gor. These ratios vary from city to city. Certain coins though as respected and accepted throughout the civilized cities. These include such coins as the gold tarn disks of Ar, Ko-ro-ba and Port Kar, and the silver tarsk of Tharna. On Gor, the basic unit of currency is the tarsk coin, made of copper or silver. Each city then decides on the ratio between such coins. A tarsk bit is the smallest unit of currency.

From four to twenty tarsk bits equals one copper tarsk.

From forty to one-hundred copper tarsks equals one silver tarsk.

Ten silver tarsks equal one gold tarn disk.

Gold tarn disks are also made in double weight.

Some coins may be split into pieces to make change.

A coin is about 1.5" in diameter and 3/8" thick. There is no paper currency on Gor. To most Goreans, a silver tarsk is a coin of considerable value. A gold tarn disk is more than many common laborers earn in a year. Five pieces of gold is a fortune and one can live in many cities for years on such resources. Business is often conducted by notes and letters of credit. Most cities have their own mints. Coins are struck, one at a time, by a hammer pounding on the flat cap of a die. Coins are not made to be easily stacked. In some cities, coins are drilled so that they might be stringed.

Golden Tarn Disk:
The gold tarn disk of Ar is considered to be the standard by which other cities, such as
Ko-Ro-Ba and Port Kar. set the value of their own coinage. It is worth, generally, 10 silver tarsks, but standardization is slight due to the shaving or splitting of the coin as well as faulty scales that contribute to the debasing of the coinage. It is also made in double- weight.

Tarsk Bit:
A large coin worth from 1/10 to 1/4 of a copper tarsk depending on the city which mints the coin.

Copper Tarsk:
A copper coin

Silver Tarsk:
A coin considered to be of much value by most Goreans. It is worth 100 copper tarks in most cities. Ten silver tarks is the equivalent of one gold piece of one of the high cities. Many gold pieces are standardized against the golden tarn disk of Ar.

Copper Tarn Disk:
A unit of currency.

"Five pieces of gold, in it's way, incidentally, is also a fortune on Gor. One could live, for example, in many cities, though not in contemporary Ar, with it's press on housing and shortages of food, for years on such resources." Magician of Gor, page 468

"Although it is not my policy to include Cabot's marginal notes, jottings, etc., which are often informal, and apparently written at different times, in the text of his accounts, I think it would not be amiss to hypothesize certain approximate equivalencies here. To be sure, much seems to depend on the city and the particular weighs involved. For example, a 'double tarn' is twice the weight of a 'tarn.' It seems there are usually eight tarsk bits in a copper tarsk and that these are the result of cutting a circular coin in half, and then the halves in half, and then each of these halves in half. An analogy would be the practice of cutting the round, flat Gorean loaves of sa-tarna bread into eight pieces. There are apparently something like one hundred copper tarks in a silver tarsk in many cities. Similarly, something like ten silver tarks would apparently be equivalent, depending on weights, etc., to old gold piece, say, a single 'tarn.' Accordingly, on certain cities, would be eight tarsk bits to a copper tarks; one hundred copper tarks to a silver tarsk; and ten silver tarks to a gold piece, a single tarn. On this approach there would be, literally, 8,000 tark bits in a single gold piece."   Magician of Gor, page 468

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Gorean Slaving Tools

While it is not likely that you will see these slaving tools in real life, a slave owner may wish to use some variant in real life. So you should be familiar with them and how they are used.

Binding Fiber

stout twine made of strips of leather or of a fiber like hemp; a piece long enough to circle a slave girl's waist 2-3 times. It is often used as a belt for her slave tunic

Binding Strap -

a strap 3/4" wide and 18" long commonly used for binding the wrists and/or ankles of prisoners and slaves

Branding Rack -

a device to which a new slave is chained for branding; the slaves hands are chained above their head, but the rest of their body is free to move, except for whichever thigh is to be branded, this being held motionless in a large vise

Coffle -

a method of chaining a line of slaves together for trekking; common methods are to link the slaves by the left ankle, left wrist, or throat; also, the line of slaves itself


see ko-lar

Fora -

chain; pl. fori-chains

Girl Yoke -

a narrow piece of wood c. 5' long with holes drilled in the middle and at each end; to secure a girl in this yoke, a thong is tied around one wrist, the end of the thong then being passed through the hole in one end of the yoke; the thong is then passed through the middle hole of the yoke, wrapped around the girl's neck 5 times, then passed back out through the same hole, after which it is passed through the hole at the other end of the yoke, so that her other wrist may be tied to the yoke; shorter (2 1/2' long) versions are sometimes used while the girl is serving her master's pleasure; used mostly among the Red Savages of the Barrens

Harl Ring -

a form of slave chain which consists of an ankle ring with a welded ring in back and a yard of in front; the chains terminates in a locking device which can be attached to another Harl ring, around a post, or to itself in order the secure the slave who wears it; named for its inventor

Iron Pens -

the subterranean retention facilities in a Slaver's house where slaves are kept for training and prior to sale

Ko-lar -

any of several iron or steel devices that fit around the neck of a slave; in Torvaldsland, they are of iron, hinged, and fastened with a rivet ko-lar


a collar to which light-weight chain has been attached in order to set off the dancer; a common type consists of a large oval of chain roughly 3 yd. in circumference, to which wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs are attached; once the two sides of the oval have been attached to a ring on the collar, the chain gives about 36" of play for each hand, and 18" play for each foot; used mostly in the Tahari

Ko-lar Lock -

a hinged collar easily removed by the use of a key; usually of flat stock, c. 1-1/2" to 2" high; usually worn by trained slaves; the lock has one pin for each of the letters in the word 'kajira'

Ko-lar Plank -

a two-piece board hinged at one end and capable of being locked at the other, it has two or more semi-circular holes cut in each side so that it may fit around the necks of more than one slavegirl or slave boy

Ko-lar Plate -

flat stock which is hammered about a slave's neck; usually worn by untrained slaves

Ko-lar Shipping

a loose, generic collar worn by slaves when being shipped as cargo

Ko-lar Turian -

a slave collar of cylindrical stock, rather than the normal flat stock of northern lock collars; fits more loosely that a lock collar, enabling it to turn around the wearer's neck

Kurt -

five bladed slave whip

Leg-Spreader -

devices of various complexity designed to keep a slave girl's legs spread while being used sexually by her Master(s); sometimes used on male captives as an indication of humiliation; used mostly among the Red Savages of the Barrens

Pleasure Rack -

a device, ranging in complexity from a grid of ropes in a wooden frame to a moveable, adjustable frame with chains, for the display and sexual use of slave

Sirik -

a arrangement of chains used to display a slavegirl rather than confine her; it consists of a collar, to which about five feet of chain is attached; part-way down the chain is a pair of manacles, and the chain terminates in a set of shackles

Slave Box -

1) small, square iron box, with a door; a punishment device for slaves;

2) a small ventilated box, barely large enough to contain a slave

a small cage, just big enough for a slave girl to sit or curl up in

Slave Goad -

an electrical device, much like a cattle prod, used for controlling and disciplining slaves

Slave Hobble -

chain consisting of a wrist-ring and an ankle-ring; the chain it is fastened on one ankle and the opposite wrist

Slave Hood -

leather hood, having no opening for eyes, mouth, or ears, which covers a slave's entire head; usually has a gag attachment

Slave Mat

a course mat to which area a slave girl may be ordered for discipline or rape; the slave may not leave the mat unless permitted by their Master

Slave Oval -

a method of chain a slave girl consisting of a hinged iron loop which locks around their waist, with two sliding wrist- rings and a welded ring in the middle of the back

Slave Pole -

pole that 'transfixes' a dancing slave, by which the slave is 'held' during the dance

Slave Ring -

a heavy iron ring, c. 1' in diameter, to which a slave may be secured for security, discipline, or any other reason; often found in floors, attached to the foot of a master's sleeping couch, etc

Slave Steel -

generic term for collars, chains, siriks, etc. worn by slaves

Slave Strap -

a heavy strap or belt which buckles behind the wearer's back; in front, there is a metal plate with a welded ring, through which passes the 4 hort chain of a pair of slave bracelets; designed to keep the wearer's hand before his body

Stimulation Cage -

an ornate, fairly roomy cage, furnished comfortably with fabrics of all kinds, furs, cosmetics, perfumes, jewelry, etc. in which a naked slave in training may be housed; its purpose is to awaken their senses, esp. the tactile senses, to everything in the world around them, so that the slave may be more pleasing to warriors/patrons; in addition, it is just too short for the slave to stand upright, so that their head is always inclined in a gesture of submission

Slave Attire

First let me remind you that an un-owned slave wears nothing as she owns nothing, not even clothing. Hence, why this section is listed for owned slaves.

In Gor there are many different types of clothing to suite the many different cultures, locations, and types of slaves. The list below is by no means complete, but will give you a fair good listing of the most commonly worn items in Gor.

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bark cloth:

the inner bark of the pod tree dyed scarlet and plaited and pounded into a cloth akin to burlap but softer; it has a variety of uses including a rough wrap around the hips of a slave constituting her only clothing in some instances.


simple, poncho-like slave garment about 18 inches wide.

turian camisk:

a style of camisk worn by slaves in the city-state of Turia; cloth shaped like an inverted 'T' with a beveled crossbar fastened behind the neck & falls before the wearer's body; the crossbar then passes between her legs & is then brought forward snugly at the hips, is held in place by a single cord that binds it at the back of the neck behind the back & in front at the waist


baggy pants of diaphanous silk, worn by slave girls of the Tahari; similar to the harem trousers of Earth.


A long, narrow strip of black leather, fits over the curla in the front, passes under, and then again, from the inside, passes over the cord in the back.


A red cord tied about the waste.

dancing silks

Transparent silks worn by female slaves used in dances by them.


it is a short, open, sleeve- less vest of black leather


she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to her belly.
Marauders of Gor


a strip of red cloth, matching the Curia, is wound about the head, to hold the hair back, for slave women, among the Wagon Peoples, are not permitted to braid, or otherwise dress their hair.


Whereas a slave might prefer to be naked before her master, that she might know herself the more his slave, almost any slave wishes to be clothed in public. To be sent naked about one's errands, one's shopping and such, is usually regarded as an instruction, if the slave is new or, if she is not, as a sign that she is out of favor with her master, perhaps having failed to be fully pleasing in some way. In many ways may a slave be praised or rewarded, punished or disciplined.
Smugglers of Gor

pleasure silks:

A sheer, clingy form of silk worn only by slave girls; wraps like a pareau, with a disrobing loop or knot at the left shoulder, the right shoulder left bare.

slave silks:

white silk: -

These are the silks of a virgin. They are generally permitted to serve drinks and food and conversation but sexual use is forbidden. Corporal punishment is at the hands of the owners alone. Masters and Mistresses insulted, may embarrass, confine or display the slave, but may not strike in any way nor permit another to do so.

red silks -

the mark of a pleasure slave. Usually she may generally be used by any who desire her usage or may be reserved for the sole use of the owner. A pleasure slave is considered to be well trained to please in all ways sexual, service wise and in dancing, and are closest to the houris of the Arabian harem or the geishas of Japan.

yellow silks -

Denotes the Tavern/Inn owned slave who's use is rented and negotiated with the Tavern/Inn owner and may include sexual favors at the owners discretion. These girls are the Paga girls of the Gorean novels.

gray silks -

State owned slaves

Tower Slave (noun): a state slave girl in any of the cities of Gor; her duties in the apartment cylinders are largely domestic; traditionally, she kneels with her knees together & with her wrists crossed in front of her, as if for binding

black silks -

the mark of an un-owned un-purchased slave. A slave new to Gor has no silks, bells or anything. She is naked for no slave owns anything.

slave veil:

A small triangle of sheer yellow silk, worn across the bridge of the nose and covering the lower half of the face; it parodies the heavy veils worn by free women.

It conceals nothing and often arouses the lust of Masters. It is often worn with the charwar.


a simple cloth. A one-piece, sleeveless, short slave garment; also called the slave rag.


bina (noun, lit. 'slave beads'):

slave jewelry, usually consisting of plain metals, colored string, wooden or cheap glass beads; sometimes used as a slave name.

slave bells:

tiny bells which give off a sensual shimmer of sound; threaded by the dozen on thongs or chains, they may be tied or locked around a girl's ankles or wrists and are worn or removed only at the whim of a Master.

slave perfume:

perfumes designed to be worn by slave girls; they are heavier and more sensual than those designed for free women

slave steel:

generic term for collars, chains, siriks, etc. worn by slaves


a headband

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