The Code of the warriors was, in general, characterized by a rudimentary chivalry, emphasizing loyalty to Pride Chiefs
and the Home Stone. It is harsh , but with a certain gallantry, a sense of honor that I could respect. A man could do worse
than live by such a code.
1.Tarnsman of Gor, page 41
There is no marriage, as we know it, on Gor, but there is the institute of the Free Companionship, which is its nearest
correspondent. Surprisingly enough, a woman who is bought from her parents, for tarns or gold, is regarded as a Free Companion,
even though she may not have been consulted in the transaction. More commendably, a free woman may herself, of her own free
will, agree to be such a companion. And it is not unusual for a master to free one of his slave girls in order that she may
share the full privileges of a Free Companionship. One may have, at a given time, an indefinite number of slaves, but only
one Free Companion. Such relationships are not entered into lightly, and they are normally sundered only by death. Occasionally
the Gorean, like his brothers in our world, perhaps even more frequently, learns the meaning of love.
2. Outlaw of Gor, page 29
Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, though often strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases
him, her lot will be an easy one. She will almost never encounter sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment
that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean she will not expect to be beaten if she
disobeys, or fails to please her Master.
2.Outlaw of Gor, pg. 53 & 54
Paradoxically, the Gorean, who seems to think so little of women in some respects, celebrates them extravagantly in others.
The Gorean is extremely sensitive to beauty; it gladdens his heart, and his songs and art are often paeans to its glory. Gorean
women, whether slave or free, know that their simple presence brings joy to men...
2.Outlaw of Gor - pg 54
On the other hand, it is not too unusual a set of compartments on Gor where the master, in effect, willingly wears the
collar, and his lovely slave, by the practice of the delightful wiles of her sex, with scandalous success wheedles her way
triumphantly from the satisfaction of one whim to the next.
2.Outlaw of Gor Page 54
"For the average Gorean male, it must be admitted, tends to regard the joys of life somewhat more highly than its duties."
2.Outlaw of Gor, page 65
The brand is used primarily, oddly enough, because of its reputed psychological effect. In theory, if not in practice,
when the girl finds herself branded like an animal, finds her fair skin marked by the iron of a master, she cannot fail, somehow,
in the deepest levels of her thought, to regard herself as something which is owned, as mere property, as something belonging
to the brute who has put the burning iron to her thigh. Most simply the brand is supposed to convince the girl that she is
truly owned; it is supposed to make her feel owned. When the iron is pulled away and she knows the pain and degradation and
smells the odor of her burnt flesh, she is supposed to tell herself, understanding its full and terrible import, I AM HIS.
2.Outlaw of Gor Pg. 189
"According to the Gorean way of looking at things a taste of the slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to
all women, even the exalted Free Companions. Thus when she has been irritable or otherwise troublesome even a Free Companion
may find herself at the foot of the couch looking forward to a pleasant night on the stones, stripped, with neither mat nor
blanket, chained to the slave ring precisely as though she were a lowly slave girl. It is the Gorean way of reminding her,
should she need to be reminded, that she, too, is a woman, and thus to be dominated, to be subject to men. Should she be tempted
to forget this basic fact of Gorean life the slave ring set in the bottom of each Gorean couch is there to refresh her memory.
Gor is a mans world."
3.Priest Kings of Gor, Pg. 67
"The Gorean Master, commonly, likes a spirited girl, one who fights the whip and collar, resisting until the last, perhaps
months later, she is overwhelmed and must acknowledge herself his, utterly and without reservation, then fearing only that
he might tire of her and sell her to another."
4.Nomads of Gor - Page 29
"Will I be sold?" she asked
I saw no reason to hide this from the girl.
"It is possible," I said
She looking up, her eyes suddenly moist.
"Tarl Cabot," she said, whispering, "If I am to be sold - buy me."
I looked at her with incredulity.
"Why,?" I asked.
4.Nomads of Gor Pg. 156
The Goreans recognize that this truth is hard for women to understand, that they will reject it, that they will fear it
and fight it. You think that I am saying that a woman is nothing - that is not it - I am saying she is marvelous, but that
she becomes truly herself and magnificent only after the surrenders of love ….
That is why upon this barbaric world, a woman who cannot surrender herself is upon occasion simply conquered… her
surrender is won often by a master who will be satisfied with no less… It is further said that the woman longs for this
to happen to her, but does not know it.
4.Nomads of Gor pgs. 290-291
"From where she knelt she could see the low-hanging tharlarion oil lamps of the main portion of the Paga tavern, the men,
the girls in silk who, in a moment, belled, would move among them, replenishing the paga. In the center of the tables, under
a hanging lamp, there was a square area, recessed, filled with sand, in which men might fight or girls dance. Beyond the area
of the sand and the many tables there was a high wall, some twenty feet or so high, in which there were four levels, each
containing seven small curtained alcoves, the entrances to which were circular, with a diameter of about twenty-four inches.
Seven narrow ladders, each about eight inches in width, fixed into the wall, gave access to these alcoves."
5.Assassin of Gor, Pg. 8
"The alcove, with its enclosing, curved walls, was only about four feet high and five feet wide. It was lit by one small
lamp set in a niche in the wall. It was lined with red silk, and floored with love furs and cushions, the furs being better
than some eight inches deep."
5.Assassin of Gor, Pg. 22
"When one who is a slave strikes a free person the penalty is not infrequently death by impalement, preceded by lengthy
5.Assassin of Gor, Pg. 74
"Each of them I suspected would be intelligent, for Goreans, as the men of Earth commonly do not, celebrate quickness of
mind and alertness in a girl."
5.Assassin of Gor, Pg. 125
The training of a slave girl, like the training of an animal, tends to be a grueling task, calling for patience, time,
good judgment and sternness.
5.Assassin of Gor, pg 194
She had learned on Gor that women are marvelous, but that they are not men, nor should they be; that they are themselves;
that they are independent, magnificent creatures; that it takes two sexes for the human race to be whole; and that each is
5. Assassin of Gor Pg. 196
Sometimes slave girls, having been subdued, but fearing to speak, will fix talenders in their hair, that their master may
know that they have at last surrendered themselves to him as helpless love slaves.
6.Raiders of Gor, page 217
"Some call them forest girls," said Ute. "Other call them the panther girls, for they dress themselves in the teeth and
skins of forest panthers, which they slay with their spears and bows."
I looked at her.
"They live in the forest without men," she said, "saving those they enslave, and then sell, when tiring of them. They shave
the heads of their male slaves in that fashion to humiliate them. And that, too, is the way they sell them, that all the world
may know that they fell slave to females, who then sold them."
"Who are these women?" I asked. "Where do they come from?"
"Some were doubtless once slaves," said Ute. "Others were once free women. Perhaps they did not care for matches arranged
by their parents. Perhaps they did not care for the ways of their cities with respect to women. Who knows? In many cities
a free woman may not even leave her dwelling, without the permission of a male guardian or member of her family." Ute smiled
up at me. "In many cities a slave girl is more free to come and go, and be happy, then a free woman."
7.Captive of Gor p.82
"In every woman," said Ute, "there is a Free Companion and a slave girl. The Free Companion seeks for her companion, and
the slave girl seeks for her master."
7.Captive of Gor p.83
It is not really a mystery that the Gorean slave girl, who is trained, seems to anticipate her master’s moods, and
that he scarcely need ever speak of desire for her. She knows when he does not desire her, and when he does desire her, and
when he does desire her, she signals her responsiveness to him, and goes to him. I smiled to myself. Men pay higher prices
for trained slave girls. Some of them do not even understand fully the training the girl receives. They think commonly only
in gross terms, such as her being trained in the dances of various cities, and in the arts of love, as practiced in various
cities. They often do not know she is trained to read his desires, like an animal, from his body, and to serve them promptly,
subtly and fervently. The trained girl is well worth her price.
7.Captive of Gor p.197
I suppose that a woman, like a man, has buried instincts, of which they may not even become aware, but these instincts
lie within them, dispositions to respond, dispositions locked into the very genetic codes of her being, instincts awaiting
only the proper stimulus situation to be elicited and emerge, overpoweringly, irresistibly, sweeping her, perhaps to her astonishment
and horror, in a biological flood to her destiny, a destiny once triggered as incontrovertible and uncontrollable as the secretion
of her glands and the mad beating of her heart.
7.Captive of Gor, pg 264
He was a Gorean master. I was at his mercy. I wondered if I could have felt so much his, so completely surrendered, if
he had not possessed this complete power over my life and body. I belonged to him. But I did not want him to whip me, or put
me in the slave box. I wanted only, desperately, to please him. And I knew I must, for I was his slave.
7. Captive of Gor, page 343
"But," said Ute, "if a man seizes you, you are not to yield yourself to him, for you are white silk."
A flash of irritation passed through me. " I am charged with the protection of my market value?" I asked, ironically.
"Yes," said Ute, matter-of-factly. "Though I, if I were a man, would pay more for a red-silk girl."
"I must do nothing," I said, "to diminish the investment of Rask of Treve?"
"That is correct," said Ute.
"What if I am simply seized, and my attacker is not prepared to listen to reason?" I asked.
..."Cry out," said Ute, "and the others will take you from him and get him a red-silk girl."
7.Captive of Gor page 306 & 307
(Elinor told to prepare herself to serve the men of her owner. She is talking to another girl)
8."She had found a talender. She bent and picked it up, and fastened it in her hair, for Rim. The talender, fixed in her
hair, is the slave girl's wordless confession, which, commonly she dares not speak, that she cares for her master."
Hunters of Gor, Pg. 65
"Curiosity", she said, "is not becoming in a kajirus."
I was silent.
She smiled. "You might be beaten for it," she said.
I did not speak.
One does not inform slaves of the plans of masters. Slaves are deliberately kept uninformed, and ignorant. It increases
their dependence, their helplessness. They do not know what is to be done with them. They do not know whence they are to be
herded, or what they may be forced to do. Leave them alone, it is said, with their ignorance and their fears. It is enough
for the Master to know what is to be done with them. In time the slave will learn. That will be soon enough.
8.Hunters of Gor Pg. 134
"What is the duty of a slave girl?" I inquired.
"Absolute obedience," she said, frightened.
"What are you?" I inquired.
"A slave girl," she said.
"What is your duty?" I asked.
"Absolute obedience," she cried out.
8.Hunters of Gor - Pg 258
The Gorean morality on the other hand is more one of inequalities, based on the assumption that individuals are not the
same, but quite different in many ways. It might be said to be, though this is oversimple, a morality of masters.
9. Marauders of Gor, p.8
"The lash", said the Forkbeard, "will be the snake."
His punishment would be heavy indeed. The snake is a single-bladed whip, weighted, of braided leather, eight feet long,
and about half an inch to an inch thick. It is capable of lifting the flesh from a man's back. Sometimes it is set with tiny
particles of metal. It was not impossible that he would die under its blows. The snake is to be distinguished from the much
more common Gorean slave whip, with its five broad striking surfaces. The latter whip, commonly used on females, punishes
terribly; it has, however, the advantage of not marking the victim. No one is much concerned, of course, with whether or not
a thrall is marked. A girl with an unmarked back, commonly, will bring a much higher price than a comparable wench, if her
back is muchly scarred. Men commonly relish a smooth female, except for the brand scar.
9.Marauders of Gor Page 105
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.
9.Marauders of Gor Pg. 278
Sometimes inert, esteemed Gorean free women cry out in rage, not understanding why their companions have forsaken them
for the evening, to go to the paga tavern; there, of course, for the price of a cup of paga, he can get his hands on a silken,
belled girl, a slave; the free woman must denounce her companion, crying out, for his lusts; too busy for this, however, are
the sweet, dark-eyed, sensuous sluts of the paga tavern; they do not have time to denounce the lusts of their master's customers;
they are too busy serving and satisfying them. The trainer directs the girl in the cage, or in the exercises, tending, observing,
and prescribing, honing her with expertness into a delicious, responsive slave animal, the Gorean girl, collared, in bondage,
trained to drive a man mad with desire, and then serve that desire, vulnerably, frequently and absolutely.
10. Tribesman of Gor Pg. 25
'On Gor, the female slave, desiring her master, yet sometimes fearing to speak to him, frightened that she may be struck,
has recourse upon occasion to certain devices, the meaning of which is generally established and culturally well understood.
I shall mention two such devices. There is, first, the bondage knot. The bondage knot is a simple looped knot tied into the
girl's hair and worn at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder. The girl approaches the master naked and
kneels, the bondage knot soft, curled, fallen at the side of her right cheek or before her right shoulder. Another device,
common in Port Kar, is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit,
usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh. These devices, incidentally, may be used even by a slave girl who
hates her master but whose body, trained to love, cannot endure the absence of the masculine caress.'
10. Tribesmen of Gor Pg. 27
"It is not uncommon for masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls; this strength
is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of earth knows his wife; The slave girl is not simply
someone with whom the man lives; she is very special to him; she is a treasured possession; he owns her; he wants to know,
profoundly and deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature, and the dispositions
of his lovely article of property; this knowledge, of course puts her more at his mercy; by making impossible for him to manipulate
her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc., she in the helpless condition of her slavery, gives him great power over
For example, it is common for a master to force his girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of
her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies; if she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees
at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out; this supplies the master, of course, with abundandant
materials, which may be used by him to make her further and more helplessly his; sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the
master; it is not difficult to detect inauthenticity in such matters; she is then beaten; too, she may at times be ordered
to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type; these too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute master, instructive;
these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with
an enforced exercise regime, posings under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar; they awaken
her body and, of equal importance for the Gorean, though not for the Earthling, who sees sex with the perception of a hippopotamus,
as a matter of body rubbings, her fantastic imagination and mind; she becomes curious soon, about the deeper implications
of what she is, a mere article of her master's property; then, with authority, with assurance and power, to the depth and
height of her mind and imagination she is taught"
10.Tribemen of Gor, Pg. 42-43
"'A girl,' I told her, 'on entering the compartment of her master, kneels.'
'Furthermore,' I said, 'commonly, in the presence of a free man, the girl
10.Tribesmen of Gor, Pg. 46 - 47
"'How do you know that you are beautiful?' 'Because I am collared.'"
10.Tribesmen of Gor, Pg. 99
I could already see the beginnings of this transformation in Alyena. She was already becoming excited about her collar,
and her ownership by men. She was becoming curious about them. She was becoming brazen, and shameless, as befits an article
of property. She was now permitting herself thoughts and dreams that might have scandalized a free woman, but were for her,
only a slave, quite appropriate. She was becoming petty, and pretty, and provocative. She was becoming sensual. She was becoming
sly, clever, owned. Recently she had stooped to stealing a date. Though I had, of course, punished her for this, I was, secretly,
quite pleased. It meant she was becoming a slave girl. Now I had seen her lift her body, beautifully, in removing her veil
before men. I had seen her curiosity about what it would be to dance before them. She had informed me that it would not be
necessary for me to use the leather on her, before she would apply herself to the lessons of the dances of slave girls. She
thought herself, in herself, quite free, a slave only in name and collar, but in this she was deceiving herself. Let her keep
that bit of pride, I thought, until some master takes it from her, and she, shattered, prone on the tiles, or submission mat,
knows then, truly, she is only slave.
The lovely Alyena, though she did not know it, and would have refused to believe it, was coming along quite well.
She was becoming a slave girl.
10. Tribesman of Gor. Pg 86
Her face was incredibly delicate, and her lips. Her face was extremely sensitive, and feminine. It was a face on which
emotion could be easily read. Her lip was swift to tremble, her eyes swift to moisten, filling with bright tears. Her feelings
were easily hurt, a valuable property in a slave girl. Too, she could not control her feelings, another excellent property
in a slave girl. Her feelings, vulnerable, deep, exploitable, in her expressions and on her face, betrayed her, exposing her
to men, and their amusement, as helplessly as her stripped beauty. They made her more easily controlled, more a slave.
10.Tribesmen of Gor, Pg. 104
"I am owned," she said. "He commands perfect obedience in me. I have no choice but to give it. I am his slave."
"And how do you feel about this?" I asked.
She looked at me. Then she said, "I love it."
10. Tribesmen of Gor; pg 139
Love on Gor does not purchase a girl lenience; it does not mitigate her bondage, nor compromise her servitude, but rather
renders it the more complete, the more helpless and abject.
10.Tribesmen of Gor, Page 215
"Every man wants to own his woman, completely. He wants to have her in his absolute power. He wants to have absolute control
over her, in every respect, however minute."
10.Tribesmen of Gor Pg. 317
"Most female slaves," said Hassan, "walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They
have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest
and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will,
obedience, service and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. This is paradoxical, to be sure.
Most girls, verbally will object to slavery, but this half-hearted, pouting, ineffectual rhetoric is belied by the joy of
their behavior. No girl who has not been a slave can understand the joy of it, the profundity and freedom. The objections
of girls to slavery, I have noted, are usually not objections to the institution which, in the heat of their bodies, they
love dearly, and fear to lose, but to a given Master. Given the proper master they are quite content. In the proper collar
a woman is serene and joyful."
"Are slave girls truly proud?" asked Tarna.
"Most," said Hassan. "You may think only of girls you have dominated, or seraglio mistresses, presiding over male weaklings.
But have you seen girls, truly, before men?"
"In a café, once," she said, "I saw a girl dance before men. She was scandalous! And the girls, too, who served, in the
café! Shameful! Scandalous!"
"Did the girls seem proud?" asked Hassan.
"Yes," said Tarna, sullenly. "But why should they have been proud?"
"They were proud of their bodies, their feelings, their desirability," said Hassan, "and proud, too, of their masters,
who had the will and power to put them in a collar and keep them there, because it pleased him to do so."
"How strong such men must be," whispered Tarna.
"Too," Hassan said, "undeniably females, secure in their sexuality, it was difficult for them not to be proud. Too, joy
can make girls proud."
But why, why," wept Tarna "should they be proud?"
Hassan shrugged. "Because they knew themselves to be the most perfect and profound of women," he said. "that is why they
are proud." Hassan laughed. "Sometimes," he said, "girls grow so proud it is necessary to whip them, to remind them that they
are only slaves."
"I can walk proudly," said Tarna. "Lead me through the halls." She rose to her feet, and stood before us.
"There is a difference," laughed Hassan, "between the pride of a free woman and the pride of the slave girl. The pride
of a freewoman is the pride of a woman who feels herself to be the equal of men. The pride of the slave girl is the pride
of the girl who knows that no other woman is the equal to herself."
"You are no longer competing with men," said Hassan. "You are now something different"
10.Tribesmen of Gor pg 332-333
"Girls seldom follow behind and on the right. If she is thusly placed it is commonly a sign she is in disfavor. If more
than one girl is involved, she who follows most closely on the left is generally taken to be in highest favor; girls compete
for this position. In an open area such as the fields in which we trekked, the girl is placed usually some five or ten feet
behind, and on the left. If he must move suddenly she will not, thusly, constitute an impediment to his action."
11.Slave Girl of Gor page 30
"It is one of the excruciating delights of the mastery to expose oneself fully to, and yet skirt, the dangers of the girl's
beauty, to keep oneself strong, to draw the absolute fullness of pleasure from her, and yet to resist her wiles, to get everything
from her, and yet to keep her on her knees, completely."
11.Slave Girl of Gor, page 36
He slipped within the tenting, and crouched beside me. He unslung his gear, his sword belt, with weapon and scabbard, and
the dagger belt, and looked at me. I looked down, I felt very small with him. He held the lamp that I might, turning, examine
the brand on my thigh; he held my leg with one hand, the thigh, turning it so that I might more clearly see the mark. His
hand on my thigh frightened me. It was so strong. I looked at the brand. It was very meticulous, and clean, and deep, and
lovely and delicate; it was incredibly feminine; it was as though my femininity had been literally stamped upon my body; it
was thereafter, no matter what I wished, or what I might be told, I could never deny; never had I felt so soft, so feminine;
I wore, burned in my flesh, one of the most beautiful of brands; I wore, incised in my thigh, resembling a small, beautiful
rose, the dina, the slave flower, I looked into the eyes of my captor. Never had I felt so weak, so vulnerable, so soft, so
helpless, so feminine. there were tears in my eyes. I knew I belonged to the brute, as a slave girl. I saw him put the lamp
to one side. I lifted my lips to his. I felt his arms close about me. With a moan of rapture, eyes closed, I was pressed back
into the furs. I felt my legs being thrust apart.
"I love you," I whispered, helpless in his arms,"--Master."
11.Slave Girl of Gor - Pg 70
"What is your duty?" asked my master.
"Absolute obedience," I replied, in Gorean.
11.Slave Girl of Gor - Pg 106
The veil, it might be noted, is not legally imperative for a free woman; it is rather a matter of modesty and custom. Some
low-class, uncompanioned, free girls do not wear veils. Similarly certain bold free women neglect the veil. Neglect of the
veil is not a crime in Gorean cities, though in some it is deemed a brazen and scandalous omission.
11. Slave Girl of Gor - Pg 107
"Lack of compliance by a slave girl to a command in the Gorean world is unthinkable. She obeys."
11.Slave Girl of Gor, Pg. 125
Suddenly, angrily, I kicked her.
She cried out, startled. I stood straight, as though I had done nothing. The soldier with the coffle, who was gathering
jewelry into a scarf from various coffers in the tent, pretended that he had not noticed my action. Masters do not much interfere
in the squabbles of slaves. Let them impose their owninternal order among themselves. On the other hand, they would not approve
if one slave seriously injured or marked, or reduced in value,another. That would be serious, and not tolerated.
11.Slave Girl of Gor - pg. 132
"'It pleases me to own intelligent girls, such as you,' he said.'Intelligent girls make excellent slaves,' he observed."
11.Slave Girl of Gor, Pg. 173
"A man in his heart desires freedom, and a woman in her belly yearns for love. The collar in its way answers both needs."
11.Slave Girl of Gor pg. 180
He had done slave assessment on me this morning. It was this morning that I had first discovered that I was a whore. But
I suppose that every slave girl must be at least a whore, and a marvelous one. He had not had me, but I had, in his assessment,
tried to present myself to him well. I wondered if I would see him again.
11.Slave Girl of Gor pg. 206
"It is the duty of a slave girl to be fully and completely pleasing to men. Were she not so she would be subject to severe
punishment,including even torture and death, should it be the master's wish."
11.Slave Girl of Gor, Pg. 226
"May I ask whom, Master?" I asked.
"Only if you wish to be whipped," he said.
I was silent.
I looked at Clitus Vitellius, curious. But I did not ask. I did not wish to be whipped, certainly not before the other
girls. There are diverse philosophies of discipline. Some masters believe a girl should be whipped only privately. Others
believe she should be whipped whenever and wherever she deserves it, immediately, while her offense, such as it is, is fresh
in her mind.
Clitus Vitellius, perhaps wisely, believed it depended on the girl and the context. Sometimes punishment is much more effective
when a girl must wait for it. Generally a girl is not whipped before another girl who is owned by the same master. They only
know, when the door is closed, that their sister in bondage is to be whipped.
11.Slave Girl of Gor - Pages 412, 413
"A girl is only testing her master," I smiled.
Suddenly he struck me, slapping me cruelly across the mouth. It hurt me.
I tasted a bit of blood.
"Do you think," he asked, "that because I care for you I will not be strong with you?"
"No Master," I said.
"I decide----" he said.
"Yes, Master," I begged.
"----that you are my slave."
"Yes, Master!" I cried.
Then I writhed in his arms as he took me, exploding in the deepest and most profound ecstasies a female can know, those
of the slave orgasm, known only to the owned woman.
"How could I love you so much," he asked, "if I did not truly own you, if you were not fully mine?"
"I do not know, Master," I said.
Clitus Vitellius had confessed his love for a slave. I hoped he would not now beat me.
11.Slave Girl of Gor - Page 443
He took me by the hair and thrust my head down to the furs. "A man can truly love only that woman," he said, "who is truly
his, who belongs to him. Otherwise he is only a part to a contract."
"A woman," I said, "can love only that man to whom she truly belongs."
"To whom do you truly belong, Slave?" he asked.
"To you,Master," I said.
"You please me, Slave Girl," he said.
11.Slave Girl of Gor page 444
You may judge and scorn Goreans as you wish. Know as well however that they judge and scorn you. They fulfill themselves
as you do not. Hate them for their pride and power. They will pity you for your shame and weakness.
12.Beasts of Gor, page 11
Honor is important to Goreans, in a way that those of Earth might find hard to understand; for example, those of Earth
find it natural that men should go to war over matters of gold and riches, but not honor; the Gorean, contrariwise, is more
willing to submit matters of honor to the adjudication of steel than he is matters of riches and gold; there is a simple explanation
for this; honor is more important to him.
12. Beasts of Gor Pg 42
In most cities it is regarded, incidentally, as a criminal offense to enslave one of the caste of players. A similar decree,
in most cities, stands against the enslavement of of one who is of the caste of musicians.
12. Beasts of Gor, page 44
Sexuality is a glory in a slave girl which sets her apart from free women...The sexuality of the aroused slave girl is
incomprehensible to the free woman. It is nothing she will ever understand. It is a color she can not see, a sound she can
12. Beasts of Gor, page 55
It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands
that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually,
physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her.
She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by
the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice;
she is slave. Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted,
she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl
may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality.
I heard the lamentations of girls in chains. It must be clearly understood that the life of the slave girl, of course,
can often be far from joyful. After all, she is slave. Her wills mean nothing.
She can be bought and sold. She is subject to the whip, and torture and even death should the master please. She does not
know who will buy her. Her condition is objectively degrading.
Often she must labor with perfection to please a harsh master to whom she is nothing. The glory of the slave girl is that
she is a slave; and the misery of the slave girl is that she is a slave.
12.Beasts of Gor - Pg. 55-56
"I am in my way a mercenary," I said. "I command myself. I choose my wars. I choose my loyalties."
12. Beasts of Gor Pg 108
"Doubtless they wanted a boy," I said. Then I added, "They were fools."
"Do you think so," she asked.
"Certainly," I said, "both sexes are utterly splendid. One is fortunate to have either. Women are rich, and subtle and
"I did not think you respected women," she said.
"I do not," I said.
"I do not understand," she said.
"The man who respects a woman does not know what else to do with her," I said. "I meant only to indicate that women are
inordinately precious and desirable."
12. Beasts of Gor pg. 145
"One of the pleasant things about owning a slave," I said, "is the opportunity to converse with her, to listen to her,
to hear her express herself, her feelings and ideas. One can learn much from a slave. Many slaves, like yourself, are highly
intelligent. They can express themselves articulately, clearly, trenchantly, and lyrically. It is a great pleasure to talk
with them. Then when one wishes," I said, "one puts them again on their knees."
12.Beasts of Gor - Page 203
The slave seeks her master, the master his slave. When they find one another they will know it. She will kneel to him,
and he will accept her as his.
12.Beasts of Gor - Pg. 232
The second reason for the bliss of many slave girls was that, given the flesh transactions in a given city, sooner or later,
masters tended to find girls who were, from their point of view, superb slaves, and girls tended to find men who were, from
their point of view, marvels as Masters.
It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that
the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave.
Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that
strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery.
She must serve him with a perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so
small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she
is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is good reason for this;
she is, you see, a love slave; no woman can be more in a man's power; and with no woman must he be stronger.
12.Beasts of Gor - Page 236
"I am a woman," she said.
"And a slave," I said.
"Yes, a slave," she said.
"Do you know why I am content? Because I am a slave. We have talked of freedom and liberation. And yet I feel that somehow,
though I am slave, I am the most liberated, the most free of women. For the first time in my life I am free to obey, to love
and be pleasing."
12.Beasts of Gor - Pg. 238
`Are most Gorean women slaves?' she asked.
`No,' I said. `Indeed, statistically, in those parts of Gor with which I am familiar, very few. Commonly only one woman
in say, forty or fifty is a
slave. This varies somewhat, of course, from city to city.The major exception to these ratios is the city of Tharna, in
which almost every woman is a slave... there are special historical reasons for that.'"
12.Beasts of Gor --p.246
Women with deep feminine needs are mercilessly exploited by Gorean men. It is a pleasant game. They are so helpless. And
yet how lovely they are. One must strive to remain strong with them.
12.Beasts of Gor - Pg. 433
"Preposterous," said Samos."She is only a slave, only a thing to serve, and to beat and abuse, if it should please me."
"But is not any slave," I
asked,"even a love slave?" "That is true," said Samos, smiling. Gorean men are not easy with their slaves, even those for
whom they care deeply.
13.Explorers of Gor - pg 14, 15
"Gorean men are not easy with their slaves, even those for whom they care deeply."
13.Explorers of Gor, Pg. 15
"The Gorean slave girl does not compete with the master, but serves him."
13.Explorers of Gor, Pg. 39
The girl whimpered piteously. He turned about and, with his right hand, open, cuffed her, as one cuffs a slave. Her head
was struck upward and to the left. There was a bit of blood on her lip, which began to swell. There were tears in her eyes.
She looked at him. She was silent.
13.Explorers of Gor - Page 41
The female slave, in the fullness of her womanhood, and helplessness, attains heights of passion from which the free woman,
in her pride and dignity, is forever barred. She is not a man's slave.
13.Explorers of Gor - Pg. 41
'Masculinity and femininity are complementary properties,' I told her. 'If a man wishes a woman to be more feminine, he
must be more masculine. If a woman wishes a man to be more masculine, she must be more feminine.'
Explorers of Gor Pg. 205
"In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right. You may be collared and leashed. You
may be bought and sold, whipped, treated as the master pleases, disposed of as he sees fit. You have no rights whatsoever.
Legally you have no more status than a tarsk or vulo. Legally, literally, you are an animal."
13.Explorers of Gor, Pg. 316
In actual practice, of course, masters tend to pay a great deal of attention to the thoughts and feelings of their lovely
slaves. It is rewarding and delicious to do so. How wonderful it is to know another human being so intimately, especially
one one owns…
There are no secrets between masters and slaves.
Her deepest thoughts and desires, as well as her most trivial fancies are open to him, and because he owns her... of great
interest to him. For what it is worth, the most intimate and deepest loves I have known have been between masters and their
13.Explorers of Gor - Pg. 354
The slave girl is commonly desired and prized by her Master; she is one of his treasures. The Gorean master, interested
in her and attentive to her, wants to know everything about her, in its complexity and intimacy. He wants to know her thoughts,
her emotions and feelings, in all their feminine, lyrical detail. Conversing with a lovely slave is one of the many pleasures
of owning her. it is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts and feelings from her master. He knows her too well.
Most girls are extremely responsive to their masters, and love them deeply, with that incredible love which can be known only
by an enslaved woman, that love which a woman can accord only to a man who is her total master.
14.Fighting Slave of Gor, Pg. 100
"Woman is born to the collar and love", said Tenalion.
"You have put her in a collar. And she must now, helplessly, seek the other"
14.Fighting Slave of Gor pg. 301
"The girl was naked, save that she wore many strings of jewels and armlets. Too, she wore bracelets and anklets of gold,
which had been locked upon her, hand were belled. Her collar, too, was of gold, and belled. Asingle pearl, fastened in a setting
like a droplet, on a tiny golden chain,was suspended at the center of her forehead."
15.Rogue of Gor, Pg. 10 -
"When one brings a girl to an alcove one may keep her there for most practical purposes for as long as one wishes. She
is yours, for most practical purposes, until one chooses to reopen the curtains. After the tavern is closed an attendant will
let you out and, taking charge of the girl, see that she is properly chained at her ring by the girl-wall or kenneled."
15.Rogue of Gor, Pg. 19-20
`If you may pleasure yourself in taverns,' she said, `surelyso, too, may I.' `Free women,' I said, `do not come here. It
is too close to the wharves.It is dangerous. This is Gor.'"
15.Rogue of Gor -- p.158
"I had a respect for caste honor. "Honor was honor, in small things as well as great. How can one practice honor in great
things, if not in small things?"
15. Rogue of Gor, p.231
"How lonely is the man who has not yet found his slave. How forlorn is the woman who has not yet found her master."
15. Rogue of Gor Pg 270
`What do you think should be her punishment ?' asked Callimachus of me. `If she is guilty,' I said, `whatever you wish,
as she is a slave.' This was in full accord with Gorean law. Indeed, anything, for whatever reason, or without a reason, may
be done to a slave."
16.Guardsman of Gor p.115
There seem to be two major reasons why free women are seldom raped on Gor. First, it is thought that they, being free,
are to be accorded the highest respect, and secondly, slave females are regarded as being much more desirable.
16.Guardsman of Gor, page 184
"These girls may be exchanged among the men, but commonly they are not. Most masters are rather possessive about their
slaves, particularly if they are fond of them."
16.Guardsman of Gor Pg. 209
I slid the bronze pot toward her, across the tiles, to where, going to the end of her chain, she might reach it.
"Relieve yourself." I told her, "facing me."
"Yes, Master," she said and, backing toward the pot, and squatting over it, she did so.
16.Guardsman of Gor, pg 294
"All creatures are not the same, nor is it necessary that they should be...To be sure, values are involved here and one
must make decisions...There is no single humanity, no single shirt, no correct pair of shoes, no uniform, even a gray one,
that will fit all men. There are a thousand humanities possible. He who denies this sees only his own horizons. He who disagrees
is the denier of difference, and the murderer of better futures."
17. Savages of Gor pg. 31
"What are the duties of a slave?" I asked.
"They are complex, and manifold, Master," she said.
"Speak generally," I said.
"We are to be absolutely docile," she said,
"totally obedient and fully pleasing."
17.Savages of Gor - Pg 184
"Do you know, ultimately," I asked, "who will prove to be your one best trainer?"
"No, Master," she said.
"You, yourself," I said, "the girl, herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances
and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the
superb slave you will become."
17.Savages of Gor--page 210
"Slavery", I told her, "true slavery, comes from within, and you, I assure you, are a true slave. Do not fight your slavery.
Allow it freely and spontaneously, candidly, sweetly and untrammeled, to manifest itself. It is what you are."
17.Savages of Gor - Pg. 210
The sexually responsive woman whips well. This is probably a function of the high degree of her skin sensitivity and the
depth and vulnerability of her feelings. Her sensitivity and responsiveness make her peculiarly helpless under the lash. She
who writhes best under the lash, so say the Goreans, writhes best in the furs.
17.Savages of Gor - Page 230
"Do Masters ever love their slaves?" she asked.
"Often," I said. Indeed, a female slave is the easiest of all women to love; too, of course, she is the most natural of
all women to love; these things have to do with the equations of nature, in particular, those of dominance and submission.
To a man, a female slave is a dream come true. A free woman, understandably, cannot begin to compete with the female slave
for a man's love.
18.Blood Brothers of Gor.. Pg 101
If a free woman would assure herself of her man’s love, she could not do better than, in effect, become his slave.
She can beg of him, if she senses in herself the true bondage of love, an enslavement ceremony, in which she proclaims herself,
and becomes, his slave. In their most secret and intimate relations thereafter she lives and loves as his slave. If a woman
fears to do this she may, on an experimental basis, resort to limited self-contracting, in which her documents will contain
stated termination dates. Thus, by her own free will, she becomes a slave for a specific period, ranging usually from an evening
to a year. The woman enters into this arrangement freely; she cannot, of course, withdraw from it in the same way.
18. Blood Brothers of Gor Pg. 101
"I want him to whip me," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I love him," she said.
19.Kajira of Gor page 283
Some women desire occasionally, or at least once, to be whipped by the man they love. This has to do, it seems, with the
woman's desire to submit and fulfil her biological destiny this perhaps being a manifestation, within the human species, of
the dominance/submission ratios endemic in nature. This involves, of course, an intense sentient interaction with the lover.
Intense emotions, sensations and feelings are involved. In this situation the woman, who desires to surrender and yield, understands
that she is now at the mercy of the lover, and is helpless under his will. It gives her an opportunity, too, of course, to
show the lover that she, in her love, and in the intensity of her feelings, offers herself up to him.
19.Kajira of Gor pgs 283-284
"Each of you must make your own choice. I caution you against one mistake, one common to stupid or uninformed girls. That
is the mistake of thinking that you can escape the full implications of your position by merely adopting what you think is
slave behavior. That is not true. Authentic slave behavior is motivated from within, and is the natural manifestation of the
yielded slave herself. The will and consciousness within is that of a slave. This, then, issues in authentic slave behavior.
There are many ways, responses to physical and psychological tests, and subtle behavioral cues, to tell if slave behavior
is authentic or not. The choice, thus, is, in effect, one of whether you choose to become a total slave, surrendered and obedient,
in your mind as well as your behavior, or die."
Kajira of Gor pgs 291-92
"'I shall inquire into truth as I please,' said another. 'I am a free man.'"
19.Kajira of Gor - Pg. 387
"What do you think of free women?" asked the officer.
"I didn't know there were any, really," I said. Goreans have a theory that there are only two sorts of women, slaves and
20. Players of Gor; pg.62
"A Free Woman is inordinately precious. She is a thousand times, and more, above a mere slave."
20. Players of Gor, pg.92
"Many are the slaves who do not yet wear their collars,"
20. Players of Gor, pg. 146
"But I am a slave in my heart!" she cried.
"That is not good enough," said Chino. "All free women are merely uncollared
20. Players of Gor, pg. 149
"He who surrenders his mastery surrenders his manhood. I wondered what those who flocked like sheep to their own castration
received in recompense for their manhood. I supposed it must be very valuable. But if this were so, why did they feel it necessary
to shrill so petulantly at others, those who scorned them and had chosen different paths?"
20.Players of Gor p.176
"'Any free man may discipline an insolent or errant slave,' Isaid, 'even one who is the least bit displeasing, even one
he might merely feel like disciplining. If she is killed, or injured, he need only pay compensation to her master, and that
only if the master can be located within a specific amount of time and requests such compensation.' In virtue of such customs
and statutes the perfect discipline under which Gorean slaves are kept ismaintained and guaranteed even when they are not
within thedirect view of their masters or their appointed agents."
20.Players of Gor, Pg.235
Being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. There is a great deal more to it than simply
serving a master in the furs.
20.Players of Gor, Pg 380
Where there are no men, or no true men, to protect them, feminine women will, in a grotesque perversion of nature, be controlled,
exploited and dominated by more masculine women, sometimes monsters and mere caricatures of men. Yet even such grosser women,
sometimes little more than surrogates for males, can upon occasion, in the hands of a strong uncompromising master, be forced
to manifest and fulfill, realizing then for the first time, the depths of their long-denied, long-suppressed womanless. There
are two sexes.
They are not the same.
21. Mercenaries of Gor - Page 25
"Why are there so few slaves among the wagons?" I asked.
"The free women kill them," said Hurtha.
Feiqa gasped. I decided that perhaps I had best be soon on my way. She was a beauty, and was extremely sexually exciting,
sometimes almost maddeningly so, to men. I had no wish to risk her in this place. She was exactly the sort of female which,
in her helplessness and collar, in her vulnerability and brief tunic, tends to inspire jealous hatred, sometimes bordering
almost on madness, in free women, particularly homely and sexually frustrated ones.
21. Mercenaries of Gor Pg 50
"Disgusting! Disgusting!" cried the free woman, Boabissia, in her leather and furs, having returned to the fire, and she
rushed forward, a stout, thick, short, supple, single-bladed quirtlike whip in her hand. She began to lash Feiqa, who fell
to her knees, howling with misery, a whipped slave. "We do not allow such as you in an Alar camp!" cried the free woman. Feiqa
put her head down. Again the lash fell on her. I leaped to the free woman and tore the whip from her hand, hurling it angrily
to the side. She looked at me, wildly, in fury, not believing I had dared to interfere. "What right have you to interfere?"
she demanded. "The right of a man who is not pleased with your behavior, female," I said. "Female!" she cried, in fury. "Yes,"
Her hand darted to the hilt of the dagger she wore at her belt. I regarded her evenly. She, frightened, quickly removed
her hand from the hilt of the dagger, crying out in frustration, in rage. Then she lifted her fists and, with the sides of
them, together, struck towards me. "Oh!" she cried, in misery, in frustration. I had caught both her small wrists. She could
not begin to free them. "Oh!" she cried in misery, in protest, as, inexorably, slowly, I forced her down. Then she was kneeling
before me, her wrists in my grip. I turned her about and flung her to her belly, and then knelt across her thighs. I removed
her dagger from its sheath. "No!" she cried. I then, with her own dagger, cut her clothing from her body.
"Binding fiber," I said, not even looking, just putting out my hand. Some was fetched, a length of some five feet, or so,
and, in a moment, with one end of the fiber, with a few loops and a knot, her wrists crossed, her hands were secured behind
her back. I had tied her tightly, utterly helplessly, as I might have a slave. "Help!" she cried out to the warriors. "Help!"
But none stirred to render her assistance. I then reversed my position on her body, kneeling now facing her feet, across the
small of her back. I pulled her ankles up, behind her body, at an angle of about fifty degrees, and crossed them. I then,
with the free end of the binding fiber, extending back from her wrists, tied them together, tightly, fastening them to her
wrists. "Please!" she cried to the warriors but none leapt to her succor. I then lifted her up, in effect kneeling her, and
then bent her back, her head back to the dirt, that the warriors might assess the bow of her beauty.
"She is pretty," said a fellow. "Yes," said another. It was true. She had a lovely figure. It had been hitherto muchly
concealed from detection by the leather and furs she had worn, though even beneath them its subtle and tantalizing lineaments
had been clearly suggested. "Come, see Boabissia," called a fellow, "trussed like a tarsk!" Some more fellows,and even some
free women, came over to look. Boabissia now permitted to kneel upright, squirmed, fighting the fiber. She was helpless. "Feiqa
will now again dance," I said. "If you wish, you may be hooded or blindfolded. She looked down, sullenly, angrily, and shook
her head. "If you cry out," I said, "you will be gagged. Do you understand?" "Yes," she said.
I looked at Boabissia's throat. About it, tied on a leather thong, was a small, punched copper disk. "What is that?" I
asked, pointing to it. She did not respond. I then put her to her back, her knees drawn up, her wrists behind her, under the
small of her back. I then bent over her and lifted up the disk, examining it in the firelight. She did not resist. Bound as
she was, there was little she could do. Too, resistance might have earned her perfunctory, disciplinary cuffs. The punched
copper disk, threaded on its thong, was not large. It was about an inch or so in diameter. On it was the letter Tau and a
number. "What is this?" I asked Genserix, indicating the disk. "We do not know," he said. "It was tied about her throat when
we found her, years ago, a tiny infant, wrapped in a blanket, in the wreckage of the caravan."
"Surely you must have wondered about this?" I said to Boabissia.
She looked away, not responding.
"It must be a key to your identity," I said.
She did not respond.
I let the disk fall back, just below her neck. It, on its thong, was now all she wore, except for her bonds.
I looked to Feiqa, still kneeling, her back bright with the memory of the free woman's attentions.
"You may now continue to dance, Feiqa," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
The men cried out with approval, and smote their left shoulders with pleasure. In a moment Feiqa, vital and sensuous, liberated
now from the fear of the free woman, and having felt the whip, in that perhaps being reminded of what might be the consequences
of failing to please free persons, addressed herself once more, eagerly and joyously, marvelously and subserviently, to the
pleasures of masters.
21. Mercenaries of Gor pgs 61-63
A love slave is still a slave, you see, and perhaps more a slave than any other. She is held in her bondage by the strongest
of all bonds, that of love.
21.Mercenaries of Gor - Page 318
"The most fundamental property prized by Goreans in women, I suppose, though little is said about it, is her need for love,
and her capacity for love. How much does she need love? And how deep and loving is she? That is the kind of woman a man wants,
ultimately, one who is helplessly and totally love's captive, in his collar."
21.Mercenaries of Gor--pg 322
"You are after all, a free woman, and free women are entitled to insult, and to attempt to demean and destroy men. It is
one of their freedoms, unless men of course, should decide to take it from them. You were struck, rather, because you were
attempting to manipulate me."
21. Mercenaries of Gor, page 422
"It is his prerogative. He is the master. Let him neglect me or be cruel to me. Let him whip me or chain me. Let him do
with me as he wills. I do not care. I want to belong to him. I will kiss his whip with joy! I want to love him, with all that
I have to give as a woman. I want to serve and love him, selflessly, only his mastered slave."
21.Mercenaries of Gor-- pg. 428
"The smallest tasks in your life, how you clean your Master's leather, how you set out his clothes, how you cook, and sew,
how you shop, how you clean and launder, even the tiniest and most servile tasks, all such things, will become sexual, all
will become expressions of your femaleness, fitting and joyful manifestations of your worthless but helplessly proffered,
gladly tendered love and service, that of only an insignificant slave."
"I understand," she said.
"The life of a female slave," he said, "is a life wholly given over by love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one
of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life. The female slave seeks to give
all, selflessly, knowing that she, as she is a mere slave, a rightless animal owned by her Master, one who can be bought and
sold at his least whim, can make no claims, that she deserves nothing, and is entitled to not the least attention or consideration.
There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements."
"Yes, Master," whispered the girl.
"And it is for such women," he said. "that men are willing to die."
She put down her head, humbly.
21.Mercenaries of Gor - pgs 435-436
"Ulrick had told me that certain kinds of slaves, house slaves,'tower slaves,' and such, whatever they were, might kneel
with their knees together, but I had also been informed that I, and the other girls, were not such slaves. For us, at any
rate, for whatever sort of slave we were,the open-kneed position was commanded. Too, I felt that it was the one which was
right for me, at least before men.
It was the way I was supposed to kneel, and it was the way I would kneel, I decided, even before free women, if a man were
present, unles she ordered me to kneel differently. It was to men that I belonged, not women.Let them rant! Let them cry out
with rage. I was proud to belong to men,to men such as those of this world! I would thus, rightfully, and joyously,kneel before
them as what I was, a woman, and their slave."
22.Dancer of Gor, Pg. 85, 86
I wanted a man who was greater than I, and incomparably so, one whom I must, in the order of nature obey, one to whom I
must look up. And I did not care if it was from my knees, black with dust, a collar on my neck, naked, that I looked up to
Dancer of Gor, page 91
"'Yes Master, of course Master,' I said. I was a female slave. I existed now for the the pleasure of men. It was what I
22.Dancer of Gor, Pg. 141
"What does a slave owe a Master?" he asked.
"Everything, and then a thousand times more," she whispered.
22.Dancer of Gor - Page 189
If the command needs to be repeated, as the saying goes, the girl needs to be punished.
22.Dancer of Gor Page 211
For a slave to say, 'You are kind, Master,' implies that the Master may be weak, and is usually responded to with 'Do you
wish to be beaten?' 22.Dancer of Gor Pg. 213
"There are a large number of ways in which slave silk is worn.It can be worn, for example, on the shoulder or off the shoulder,
with high necklines or plunging necklines, in open or closed garments, tightly or flowing, and in various lengths. Sometimes
it is put on the girl only in halters and G-strings, or mere G-strings. Sometimes it is done, too, in strips wound about her
body. The tying of slave girdles, with such silk, and otherwise, to emphasize the girl's figure and make clear her bondage,
is an art in itself. Often, too, and as usually in paga taverns, it is worn in brief tunics. Most of these are partible or
wraparound tunics. Such may be removed gracefully. Some tunics, however, like some regular slave tunics, have a disrobing
loop, usually at the left shoulder, where it may easily be reached by both a right-handed master and a right handed slave.
A tug on the disrobing loop drops the tunic to the girl's ankles, also gracefully."
22.Dancer of Gor, Pg. 225
This was not much different, incidentally, than what was the case in even the most prestigious paga taverns. In such places,
free women were generally not permitted. In them, usually, the only women to be found would be collared slaves, generally
belonging either to the tavern keeper or the guests, who may have brought them in, to avail themselves of the facilities of
the alcoves. In such places, the mastery was practiced. Such places,regardless of their cost, their location, their appointments,
the excellence of their food and drink, the beauty of their slaves, the quality of their music,existed, as did the tavern
of Hendow, for the pleasure of men.That was the purpose of such places, whether they were within lofty towers,reached by graceful
bridges, or near the wharves, close enough to hear the tide lapping at the pilings, whether they had a dozen musicians or
only asingle,dissolute czehar player, alone with his music, whether the girlswere richly silked or stark naked, save for brands
and collars, whetherthere were chainsof gold and luxurious furs in the alcoves or only wire and strawmats. They were paga
22.Dancer of Gor-- p.245
'Gorean masters, incidentally, almost never deprive a girl of sex. though it can, of course, be done with an end view,
for such purposes as punishment, increasing her need for a later time, or bringing her to a good, hot ready point for, say,
her sale from a block. The deliberate starving of a women of sex is almost unheard of on Gor. That sort of thing, is, I think,
more likely to be done on Earth than Gor, and, on Earth, it seems to be practiced more frequently, interestingly enough, not
on slaves, but free women. Indeed, one of the major difference between the slave and free sister is that the slave is generally
far more sexually fulfilled than her free sister, This is not to say that a slave may not occasionally be made to beg for
sex, or that she may not, upon occasion, have to beg for it. These things help her to understand that she has sexual needs,
and that whatever or not these needs are the be satisfied, is at the option of the master.'
22. Dancer of Gor - p. 298
I did not always want gentleness. It did not displease me to be forced to recognize, and incontrovertibly, and with my
whole body, that I was in a man's arms, those of a true man, and was a slave. Sometimes, I confess, I even wanted the whip,
not for its pain, which I feared, but for its proof of my domination, that I was owned, and wholly, and was going to be mastered.
But, sometimes, too, I wanted gentleness, and, in a slave's helplessness, begged for it."
22.Dancer of Gor Page 347
I was joyful, a woman! How powerful, and grand, were the men! How I wanted to please them, and knew that I must. They did
not fear, or object to, masculine power. They delighted in it, reveled in it. It ennobled and exalted them. It made them great!
It made them glorious! And had they not been such men, how could I have been such a woman?
22. Dancer of Gor page 365
Many Gorean men, in their vanity, will not admit to caring for slaves. Even the thought of it, it seems, would embarrass
them. Who would care for a meaningless slut in a collar?
Yet, too often, for just such women, luscious and helpless, and in bondage, men are prepared to kill. Indeed, more than
one war on Gor has been fought to recover a single slave.
22.Dancer of Gor - Page 421
While Free Women, technically, are priceless, they are usually, in bed, worthless. They are not worthy of kneeling and
humbly holding candles within a thousand pasangs of a slave. To be sure, they commonly hold an inflated opinion of their expertise
23. Renegades of Gor, page 63
The wholisticality of the female's response is an interesting one. Their response is whole, physical, emotional and intellectual.
Men have sex; women are sex.
23.Renegades of Gor pg 101
It is not merely pleasant to own a slave, to dress her as you please, if you wish to permit her clothing, to have her at
your bidding, to do with her as you please; it is exalting. The man who has not owned a slave has no conception of the maximums
of sexuality, nor has the woman who has not been owned.
23.Renegades of Gor pg. 359
"The true slave is within the woman. She knows it is there. She will not be happy until she terminates inward dissonances,
until she casts out rending contradictions, until she achieves emotional, moral, physiological and psychological consistency,
until she surrenders to her inward truths."
24. Vagabonds of Gor, p.41
"I noted that the palms of her hands, so soft, so vulnerable, had turned on her thighs, so that they faced up. Among slave
girls this is a common way of signifying need, helplessness, and a desire to please...
In the repertoire of the experienced slave, of course, it is one of her nonverbal signals, one of those numerous signals,
such as need knots, body touchings, and such, by means of which she may express herself, even if forbidden to speak."
24.Vagabonds of Gor--pg.209
I exist for you,' she said, `and it is what I want, to please and serve you.' She was much in love.
She wanted to give all of herself to Marcus, irreservedly, to hold nothing back, to live for him, and, if necessary, to
die for him.
It is the way of the female in love, for whom no service is too small, no sacrifice too great, offering herself selflessly
as an oblation to the Master.
25.Magicians of Gor pg 27
"Once in Ar, several years ago, several free women, in their anger at slaves,and perhaps jealous of the pleasures of masters
and slaves,entered a paga tavern with clubs and axes, seeking to destroy it. This is, I believe, an example, though a rather
extreme one, of a not unprecedented sort of psychological reaction, the attempt, by disparagement or action,motivated by envy,
jealousy, resentment, or such, to keep from others pleasures which oneoneself is unable, or unwilling, to enjoy. In any event,
as a historical note, the men in the tavern, being Gorean, and thus not being inhibited or confused by negativistic, antibiological
traditions, quickly disarmed the women. They then stripped them, bound their hands behind their back, put them on a neck rope,
and, by means of switches, conducted them swiftly outside the tavern. The women were then, outside the tavern, on the bridgeof
twenty lanterns, forced to witness the burning of their garments. They were then permitted to leave, though still bound and
in coffle. Gorean men do not surrender their birthright as males, their rightful dominance,their appropriate mastery. They
do not choose to be dictated to by females."
25.Magicians of Gor-p.51
"The discipline of a slave may be attended to by any freeperson, otherwise she might do much what she wished, provided
only her Master did not learn of it. The legal principle is clear, and has been upheld in several courts, in several cities,
25.Magicians of Gor, Pg. 122
Freedom permits a woman to live without a man. Slavery makes a woman need a mans touch...
Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox of the collar
is the freedom which a woman experiences in at last finding herself, and becoming herself.
25.Magicians of Gor pg 160
"The intelligence and sensitivity of many women actually tends to blossom in bondage, finding within it the apt environment
for its expression, for its flowering. This may have to do with such matters as the release of inhibitions, happiness, fulfillment,
25.Magicians of Gor pg 194
In the end, few things are real, perhaps the weight and glitter of gold, the movement and nature of weapons, a slave at
one's feet, and too, perhaps, in spite of all, if we will have it so, defiance, honour, responsibility, courage, discipline…
25.Magicians of Gor Pg. 208
"You cannot punish me!" she cried. "You are not my Masters!" "Any free person can punish an errant slave girl," I said.
"Surely you do not think that her behavior fails to be subject to supervision and correction as soon as she is out of her
25.Magician of Gor p.225
"But what if he is weak?" she begged.
"Continue to serve him, in the fullness of your slavery, begging him for the least of his kisses, the most casual of his
caresses...Even such small attentions, you will discover, now that you have become sensitized to your slavery, will be precious
"But what if he is stupid?" she asked.
"Beg him to sell you, or give you away," I said, "that you may, if only in being sold off on the block, come into the collar
of another, one capable of satisfying what you are, a slave."
"But what if he will not sell me, or give me away?" she said.
"Then," said I angrily,"that is how it will be, for it is you who wear the collar. He is the master. You are the slave."
25.Magicians of Gor--p.233-234
But do not fear. I am certain, sooner or later, you will come into the possession of one who will not only accept your
slavery, in its beauty, in its tenderness and needfulness, in its honesty and truth, but will celebrate it and relish it,
and for whom you will be a treasure, an incredible and marvelous treasure, to be sure, one to be kept under the closest of
25.Magicians of Gor - Pg.234
"It is a thing of softness, heat, devotion, obedience, service, beauty, and love. In it I am happy and fulfilled, completely,
perfectly, totally as a total woman, as I could be in no other way."
26. Witness of Gor - p.102
"With a movement of my head, I tossed my hair down, about my shoulders. I adjusted it a little, with my hands, they close
together. I kept my head up. I had not received permission to lower it. I did not, of course, look upon him.
"You are pretty," he said.
"Am I pretty?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Am I handsome?" he asked.
"No," I said. "Forgive me, Master."
"For speaking the truth?"
"The opinion of a slave is worthless," I said.
"Why do you say that?" he asked.
"I do not wish to offend, Master," I said.
"Do you think, because you have been put in a collar, you become less
"No," I said.
"Slavery has many effects on a woman," he said, "it softens her, it enhances her beauty, it gives her a profound sense
of herself, it fulfills her, it increases, considerably, her sexual responsiveness, it increases a thousandfold her capacities
to love, but one effect it does not have, it does not reduce her intelligence."
"Yes, Master," I said.
"Why should it?" he asked.
"I do not know, Master," I said.
"It does not."
"Yes, Master," I said.
"There is a sense," he said, "in which the opinion of a slave is worthless, and another sense in which it might not be
worthless. The sense in which it might not be worthless is the sense in which it might be true, or insightful, or helpful,
such things. But in that sense the opinion of an urt, or sleen, or any other forms of animal, might not be worthless. It might
be true, or insightful, or helpful, such things. The sense in which the opinion of a slave, or other form of animal, is worthless
is the sense in which it is just that, the opinion of a slave, or animal. Do you understand?""
26. Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, page 311
REFERENCES TO PAGA, ETC....
"I have never been in one of these places before," she said..."I now understand why it is that free women never enter Paga
taverns." -- ElizabethCardwell, pg 22, Assassin of Gor
The rules of the tavern with respect to the slave girls was simple. The customer could select any serving slave for his
pleasure, providing he paid the price of the paga; he could pick the girl of his interest, whether she had poured him the
paga in question of not; to be sure, the customer usually commanded his paga from the wench who had caught his fancy, if he
was planning on using her; if he was not interested in the having of a slave girl he would usually call his paga from the
closest wench; each cup of paga entitled him to take one slave to the alcove; thus,theoretically, he might use several in
one evening; these arrangements, however,terminated with thedawn, and the closing of the tavern; he might not, so to speak,save
his cups for later. Dancers must be separately negotiated for."- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 294"
I moved carefully, the tray over my head, between the tables.The Chatka and Curla is a large paga tavern. It is built on
four levels, alarge, open court, wooden floored, an encircling dais, some twenty feet deep,and, over the dais, two encircling
balconies, each some ten feet deep.We were crowded tonight.The tavern is dimly lit, by wagon lanterns, paneled with redglass,
which hang on chains from the ceilings and balconies.The crowd was boisterous.I made my way towards the second balcony. I
brushed against other girls, and customers, coming and going on the wooden ramps; I managed the tray with care; it is not
well to drop a tray; many girls worked at theChatka andCurla, more than one hundred; I climbed carefully; the ramps have raised,slatted
ridges; these are spaced some twenty inches apart, for better footage.I heard a girl scream from one of the alcoves."- SLAVE
GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 328
"The men who had come into the tavern were roistering but order,to some extent, had been restored. Two of the ship's lanterns
had been broken. There was glass, and spilled paga about, and two broken tables. but the musicians were again playing and
again, in the square of sand, the girl performed,though not now the Whip Dance. Nude slave girls, wrists chained,hurried about.
The proprietor, sweating, aproned, was tipping yet another great bottle of paga in its sling, filling cups, that they might
be borne to the drinkers. There was an occasional scream from the alcoves,bringing laughter from the tables. I heard the flash
of a whip somewhere, and the cries of a girl."- RAIDERS OF GOR, Pg. 105"
'Paga,' called a man.I hurried to him, carrying the large bronze vessel of paga, on its strap about my shoulder.I knelt
and filled his cup."
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 293"
In most taverns no bottle is brought to the table but the paga is brought to the table, by the paga slave, a cup at a time,
the cups normally being filled from a vat behind the counter."
- EXPLORERS OF GOR, Pg. 158
"'Paga!' called the standing man. 'Paga!' A blonde girl, nude,with a string of pearls wound about her steel collar, ran
to the table and,from the bronze vessel, on its strap, about her shoulder, poured paga into the goblet before the seated man.
The fellow who stood by the table, scarcely noticing the girl, placed a tarsk bit in her mouth, and she fled back to the counterwhere,
under the eye of a paga attendant, she spit the coin intoa copper bowl."
- ROGUE OF GOR, Pg. 77 - 78
"As a paga girl I came with the purchased cup of fluid, but, of course, I,like the others, was only a lovely option; whether
I served in an alcove depended entirely on the whim and appetite of the customer."
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 293
"I may have drunk too much of that fermented brew, concocted with fiendishskill from the yellow grain, Sa-Tarna, and calledPagar-Sa-Tarna,
Pleasure of the Life-Daughter, but almost always "Paga" for short."
- TARNSMAN OF GOR, Pg. 61
"Paga, a strong, fermented drink brewed from the yellow grainsof Gor's staple crop, Sa-Tarna, or Life-Daughter."
- OUTLAW OF GOR, Pg. 74
"The beast returned from the cabinet with two glasses and a bottle. 'Is that not the paga of Ar?' I asked. 'Is it not one
of your favorites?'he asked.'See,' he said. 'It has the seal of the brewer, Temus.'"
- BEASTS OF GOR, Pg. 371 - 372
The Paga tasted a bit strange, but it was a local paga and there is variation in such paga's, generally a function of the
brewers choice of herbs and grains."
- EXPLORERS OF GOR, Pg. 132
'Is the paga cut?' I asked.'One to five,' she said.This is not that unusual at an inn. The proportions, then, would be
one part paga to five parts water. Commonly, at a paga tavern, the paga would be cutless, or not cut at all."
- RENEGADES OF GOR, Pg. 70
"Sul paga is, when distilled, though the Sul itself is yellow, as clear as water. The Sul is a tuberous root of the Sul
plant; it is aGorean staple. The still, with its tanks and pipes, lay within the village, that of theTabuk's Ford, in which
Thurnus, our host, was caste leader..'"
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 134
"Thurnus looked at me and grinned. 'I said, 'Give me of drink,’ small beauty,' he said. He emphasized the word 'drink.’
Forgive me, Master,' I said, and, swiftly, turned to put back the Ka - la -na, and fetch the potent Sul paga."
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 134
"'Excellent,' said my master, sipping the Sul paga. He could have been commenting only on the potency of the drink, for
Sul paga is almost tasteless. One does not guzzle Sul paga. Last night one of the men held my head back and forced me to swallow
a mouthful. In moments things had gone black, and I had fallen unconscious. I had awakened only this morning, ill, miserable,
with a splitting headache, chained with the other girls."
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 134
Whether I served in an alcove depended entirely on the whim and appetite of the customer. Many men, naturally, came to
the tavern only to meet their friends, to talk and drink."
- SLAVE GIRL OF GOR, Pg. 293
REFERENCES TO WINES/KALANA
"...and drops of a red, wine like drink made from the fruit of the Ka-la-na tree."
(--pg.68, Tarnsman of Gor)
"Yes! It would be the one that would be red with Ka-la-na..."
(--p.79, Tarnsman of Gor)
"I went to his locker near the mat and got out his Ka-la-na flask, taking a long draught myself and then shoving it into
his hands. He drained the flask in one drink and wiped his hand across his beard, stained with the red juice of the fermented
(--p.168, Tarnsman of Gor)
"I turned and, among the furnishings of the tent, found a bottle of Ka-la-na, of good vintage, from the vineyards of Ar,
the loot of a caravan raid. I then took the wine, with a small copper bowl, and a black, red-rimmed wine crater, to the side
of the fire. I poured some of the wine into the small copper bowl, and set it on the tripod over the tiny fire in the fire
bowl... I swirled, slowly, the wine in the wine crater. I saw my reflection in the redness, the blondness of my hair, dark
in the wine, and the collar, with its bells, about my throat... I did not know how he cared for his wine, for some men of
Treve wish it warm, almost hot."
I, carrying the wine crater, rose to my feet and approached him. I then knelt before him, with a rustle of slave bells,
in the position of the pleasure slave. I put my head down and, with both hands, extending my arms to him, held forth the wine
crater. "I offer you wine, Master," I said.
(--p.331-332, Captive of Gor)
"...a small bottle of Ka-la-na wine, in a wicker basket... I had never tasted so rich and delicate a wine on Earth, and
yet here, on this world, it cost only a copper tarn disk and was so cheap, and plentiful, that it might be given even to a
female slave... It was the first Gorean fermented beverage which I had tasted. It is said that Ka-la-na has an unusual effect
on a female."
(--p.114, Captive of Gor)
"Aphris got up and fetched not a skin, but a bottle, of wine, Ka-la-na wine, from the Ka-la-na orchards of great Ar itself..."
(--p.151, Nomads of Gor)
"The Ka-la-na thicket was yellow in the distance..."
(--p.250, Captive of Gor)
"In a Gorean supper in a house of wealth, in the course of the supper, with varied courses, eight to ten wines might be
served, each suitably and congruously matched with respect to texture and bouquet not only to one another but to the accompanying
portions of food."
(--p.277, Fighting Slave of Gor)
"It was Ta wine, from the Ta grapes of the terraces of Cos... In the last year heavy import duties had been levied by the
high council of Vonda against the wines of certain other cities, in particular against the Ka-la-nas of Ar."
(--p.306, Fighting Slave of Gor)
"The first wine, a light white wine, was being deferentially served..."
(--p.276, Fighting Slave of Gor)
"I did not much care for the sweet, syrupy wines of Turia, flavored and sugared to the point where one could almost leave
one's fingerprint on their surface."
(--p.83-84, Nomads of Gor)
I brought up from the kitchen, where I had been keeping it hot, a vessel of black wine, with sugars, and cups and spoons.
Too, I had brought up a small bowl of powdered bosk milk. We had finished the creams last night and, in any event, it was
unlikely they would have lasted the night. If I had wanted creams I would have had to have gone to the market. My house, incidentally,
like most Gorean houses, had no ice chest. There is little cold storage on Gor. Generally food is preserved by being dried
or salted. Some cold storage, of course, does exist. ice is cut from ponds in the winter, and then stored in icehouses, under
sawdust. One may go to the icehouses for it, or have it delivered in ice wagons. Most Goreans, of course, cannot afford the
luxury of ice in the summer.
Guardsman of Gor, page 295
"The High Initiate had risen to his feet and accepted a goblet from another Initiate, probably containing minced, flavored
ices, for the afternoon was warm."
--pg.141, Assassin of Gor
"Free women, here and there, were delicately putting tidbits beneath their veils. Some even lifted their veils somewhat
to drink of the flavored ices. Some low-caste free women drank through their veils, and there were yellow and purple stains
on the rep-cloth."
--pg.141, Assassin of Gor
The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five
gallons. Over this he then closed his fist. It was the sign of the hammer, the sign of Thor. The tankard then, with two great
bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands
---- Marauders of Gor, page 82]
Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. ***
------ Outlaw of Gor, page 76
"Here Jarl," said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvaldsland, brewed from fremented
honey, thick and sweet. ***
------ Marauders of Gor, page 90
"Is it ready?" I asked. I looked at the tiny copper kettle on the small stand. A tiny kailla-dung fire burned under it.
A small, heavy, curved glass was nearby, on a flat box, which would hold some two ounces of the tea. Bazi tea is drunk in
tiny glasses, usually three at a time, carefully measured. She did not make herself tea, of course....She lifted the kettle
from the fire and, carefully, poured me a tiny glass of tea."
Tribesmen of Gor pgs. 140-141
"Tea is ready," I said to him.
He went to the back of the tent and, with a knife, freed Alyena of her restraints. She looked up at him, terrified. But
he was not irritated with her. It is nothing for a man to overpower a female.
"Serve us tea," he said.
Trembling, she measured him a tiny glass of tea. His men stood outside, wary.
"The tea is excellent," I said.
In sharing their water I had made myself, by custom of the Tahari, their guest."
Tribesmen of Gor pg. 143
*** "Meat, hides, and animal-hair cloth are furnished to the oases by the nomads. In turn, from the oases the nomads receive,
most importantly, Sa-Tarna grain and the Bazi Tea. They receive, as well, of course, other trade goods. Sa-Tarna is the main
staple of the nomads. They, in spite of raising herds, eat very little meat. The animals are too precious for their trade
value, and their hair and milk, to be often slaughtered for food. A nomad boy of fifteen will often have eaten meat no more
than a dozen times in his life. Raiders, however, feast well on meat. The animals mean little to them and come to them cheaply.
Tea is extremely important to the nomads. It is served hot and heavily sugared. It gives them strength then, in virtue of
the sugar, and cools them, by making them sweat as well as stimulating them. It is drunk three small cups at a time, carefully
---- Tribesmen of Gor, page 38
"Thentis does not trade the beans for black wine. I have heard of a cup of black wine in Ar, some years ago, selling for
a silver eighty piece. Even in Thentis black wine is used commonly only in High Caste homes...Originally, doubtless beans
were brought from Earth, much as certain other seeds, and silk worms and such..."
----- page. 107, Assassin of Gor
"I had heard of black wine, but had never had any. It is drunk in Thentis, but I had never heard of it being much drunk
in other Gorean cities...Then I picked up one of the thick, heavy clay bowls...It was extremely strong, and bitter, but it
was hot, and, unmistakably, it was coffee."
------ page 106, Assassin of Gor
From one side a slave girl...fled to him, with the tall, graceful, silvered pot containing the black wine... She (then)
returned to her place with the pot of black wine."
------ page. 88, Tribesmen of Gor
"I decided I might care to taste the steaming, black wine. I lifted my finger. The girl in whose charge was the silver
vessel, filled with black wine, knelt beside a tiny brazier, on which it sat, retaining its warmth... She rose swiftly to
her feet. She knelt, head down, before me. She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup... The other
girl...lifted her tray of spoons and sugars. But I turned away. She was not summoned. The girls, white-skinned, were a matched
set of slaves, one for the black wine, one for its sugars."
----- page.105, Tribesmen of Gor
"Black wine, except in the vicinity of Thentis, where most of it is grown on the slopes of the Thentis range, is quite
"The expression "second slave," incidentally, serves to indicate that one does not wish creams or sugars with one's black
wine, even if only one girl is serving."
Guardsman of Gor