Types Quotes

* Kajira

“Ten kajirae,” he said. This word was the plural of ‘kajira’, which was one of the words, the most common one, for what we were. It means ‘slave girl’, ‘slave woman’, ‘she-slave’, that sort of thing.” Dancer of Gor
“La Kajira,” said the girl clearly, “La Kajira.” Elizabeth Cardwell had learned her first Gorean. “What does it mean?” she asked. “It means,” I told her, “I am a slave girl.” Nomads of Gor

“If and when a free woman should utter this, in the Gorean culture, of course, this sort of thing is very significant. Indeed, in some cities such things as kneeling before a man, or addressing him as ‘Master’ effects legal imbondment on the female, being interpreted as a gesture of submission.’” Players of Gor

* Kajirus

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

“Kef, of course, is the initial letter not only of the Gorean expression ‘Kajira,’ the most common Gorean expression for a female slave, but also ‘Kajirus,’ the most common Gorean expression for a male slave. The block printing indicated that the box was suitable for a male slave. This could also, of course, have been determined from its size which, though small, was larger than would have been that in which women would be placed. Such boxes, for women, wore marked also with red on white, but the letter, of course, would be the cursive Kef, which is also used as a common slave brand for imbonded females.” Fighting Slave of Gor

* Kajira/Kajirus -Kajirae/Kajiri

“One of the traces of Earth influence on Gorean, incidentally, in this case, an influence from Latin, occurs in the singular and plural endings of certain expressions. For example, ‘kajirus’ is a common expression in Gorean for a male slave as is ‘kajira’ for a female slave. The plural for slaves considered together, both male and female, or for more than one male slave is ‘kajiri’. The plural for female slaves is ‘kajirae’.” Magicians of Gor

* Sa-fora

“In brief, the word sa-fora means “Chain Daughter” or “Daughter of the Chain”. The word kajira, on the other hand, is by far the most common expression in Gorean for what I am, which is, as you have doubtless surmised, a female slave.” Witness of Gor

“Kajira is perhaps the most common expression for a female slave. Another frequently heard expression is Sa-Fora, a compound word, meaning, rather literally, Chain Daughter, or Daughter of the Chain.” Nomads of Gor

*Bond-maid

He then drew with the handle of his ax a circle, some twenty feet in diameter, in the dirt floor of the temple. It was a bond-maid circle. “Females.” He cried out, gesturing with the great ax toward the wall opposite the doors, “swiftly! To the wall! Stand with your backs against it! “Terrified, weeping, then men groaning, the females fled to the wall. The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare oneself a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid…” Marauders of Gor

“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

‘High-farm girls!’ she whispered, as she passed the bondmaids 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

*Bond-Maids Kneeling from Marauders of Gor: “I am finished,” said the slender girl, returning to where we sat, and kneeling on the deck.
page 100

The girl knelt. She was a bondmaid and Aelgifu, though captive, was a free woman. I did not doubt but what Aelgifu was pleased to have the girl so before her; there was doubtless little love lost between them;
page 104

A bondmaid thrust through the crowd. “Does my Jarl not remember Gunnhild?” she asked. 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 bondmaids 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.
Page 134

Her eyes were joyous, seeing the Forkbeard, seeing that he lived. She ran to the Forkbeard, kneeling, putting her head to his feet. She, too, like Pretty Ankles had severed binding fiber knotted about her belly.
page 398

I looked down at Thyri, kneeling beside my bench. She looked up at me, frightened. She was a beautiful girl, with a beautiful face. She was delicate, sensitive. Her eyes were highly intelligent, beautiful and deep. A collar of black iron was riveted on her throat.
page 155

The Forkbeard and I raised our hands, in salute, to the men there. We saw Svein Blue Tooth, the tooth of the Hunjer
whale, stained blue, on its chain about his neck. He lifted his hand. Near him, kneeling beside her master, behind the line of his heels, was Bera, one of his girls.
page 444

At the foot of the steps leading down from the platform, the Forkbeard stopped, and bowed low. I, too, bowed. The slave girls fell to their knees, heads down, Gunnhild with them. “How shameful!” said the free woman, sternly. The slave girls groveled at her feet.
page 237-238

“And what,” asked she, “would one of Ax Glacier need with all these miserable slaves?” She indicated the kneeling girls of Forkbeard. “In Ax Glacier country,” said the Forkbeard, with great seriousness, “the night is six months long.”
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*Thrall

“Men in the fields wore short tunics of white wool; some carried hoes; their hair was close cropped; about their throats had been hammered bands of black iron, with a welded ring attached. They did not leave the fields; such a departure, without permission, might mean their death; they were thralls.” Marauders of Gor

“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 woollen 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.” Marauders of Gor

“We saw thralls, too, in the crowd, and rune-priests, with long hair, in white robes, a spiral ring of gold on their left arms, about their waist a bag of omens chips, pieces of wood soaked in the blood of the sacrificial bosk, slain to open the thing; these chips are thrown like dice, sometimes several times, and are then read by the priests; the thing-temple, in which the ring of the temple is kept, is made of wood; nearby, in a grove, hung from poles, were bodies of six verr; in past days, it is my understanding, there might have been decided, however, a generation ago, by one of the rare meetings of the high council of rune-priests, attended by the high rune-priests of each district, that thralls should no longer be sacrificed; this was not defended, however, on grounds of the advance of civilization, or such, but rather on the grounds that thralls, like urts and tiny six-toed tharlarion, were not objects worthy of sacrifice; there had been a famine and many thralls had been sacrificed; in spite of this the famine had not abated for more than four growing seasons; this period, too, incidentally, was noted for the large number of raids to the south, often involving entire fleets from Torvaldsland; it had been further speculated that the gods had no need of thralls, or, if they did, they might supply this need themselves, or make this need known through suitable signs; no signs, however, luckily for thralls, were forthcoming; this was taken as a vindication of the judgment of the high council of rune-priests; after the council, the status of rune-priests had risen in Torvaldsland; this may also have had something to do with the fact that the famine, finally, after four seasons, abated; the status of the thrall, correspondingly, however, such as it was, declined; he was now regarded as much in the same category with the urts that one clubs in the Sa-Tarna sheds, or are pursued by small pet sleen, kept there for that purpose, or with the tiny, six-toed rock tharlarion of southern Torvaldsland, favored for their legs and tails, which are speared by children.
If the thrall had been nothing in Torvaldsland before, he was now less than nothing; his status was now, in effect, that of the southern, male work slave, found often in the quarries and mines, and, chained, on the great farms. He, a despised animal, must obey instantly and perfectly, or be subject to immediate slaughter. The Forkbeard had bought one thrall with him, the young man, Tarsk, who, even now, followed in the retinue of the Forkbeard; it was thought that if the Forkbeard should purchase a crate of sleen fur or a chest of bog iron the young man, on his shoulders, might then bear it back to our tent, pitched among other tents, at the thing; bog iron, incidentally, is inferior to the iron of the south; the steel and iron of the weapons of the men of Torvaldsland, interestingly, is almost uniformly of southern origin; the iron extracted from bog ore is extensively used, however, for agricultural implements.” Marauders of Gor

* Mul

“In the Nest,” said Misk, “the expression ‘Mul’ is used to designate a human slave.’” Priest Kings of Gor

“It is not hard to get used to Mul-Fungus, for it has almost no taste, being an extremely bland, pale, whitish, fibrous vegetablelike matter. I know of no one who is moved much in one direction or the other by its taste. Even the Muls, many of whom have been bred in the Nest, do not particularly like it, nor despise it. It is eaten with much the same lack of attention that we normally breathe air.
Muls feed four times a day. In the first meal, Mul-Fungus is ground and mixed with water, forming a porridge of sorts; for the second meal it is chopped into rough two-inch cubes; for the third meal it is minced with Mul-Pellets and served as a sort of cold hash; the Mul-Pellets are undoubtedly some type of dietary supplement; at the final meal Mul-Fungus is pressed into a large, flat cake and sprinkled with a few grains of salt. Misk told me, and I believe him, that Muls had occasionally slain one another for a handful of salt.” –Priest-Kings of Gor

“Misk and I got on rather well together after a few small initial frictions, particularly having to do with the salt ration and the number of times a day the washing-booth was to be used. If I had been a Mul I would have received a record-scar for each day on which I had not washed completely twelve times. Washing-booths, incidentally, are found in all Mul-cases and often, for convenience, along the tunnels and in public places, such as plazas, shaving-parlors, pellet-dispensaries, and fungus commissaries. Since I was a Matok I insisted that I should be exempted from the Duty of the Twelve Joys, as it is known. In the beginning I held out for one shower a day as quite sufficient but poor Misk seemed so upset that I agreed to up my proposal to two. He would still hear nothing of this and seemed firm that I should not fall below ten. At last, feeling that I perhaps owed something to Misk’s acceptance of me in his chamber, I suggested a compromise at five, and, for an extra salt packet, six on alternate days. At last Misk threw in two extra salt packets a day and I agreed to six washings.” Priest-Kings of Gor

“What is a Matok?” I asked. “A creature that is in the Nest but is not of the Nest,” said Misk.” Priest Kings of Gor

* Barbarians

“To the Goreans it is always, simply, The Language, as though there were no others, and those who do not speak it are regarded immediately as barbarians.” Priest Kings of Gor

“Kamchak looked in puzzlement at the riders, and they at him. In Gorean, one of the riders said, ‘She is a barbarian. She cannot speak Gorean.’” Nomads of Gor

“‘Not in such numbers,’ grumbled Portus. He looked at Kuurus. ‘Have you any idea of the expense of acquiring a barbarian woman from beyond the cities-the distances involved? Normally they can be brought in only one at a time, on tarnback. A caravan of common slave wagons would take a year to go beyond the cities and return.’” Assassin of Gor

“‘Let us not jest, Tarl Cabot,’ said Cernus. ‘We knew that Priest-Kings would suspect our House, as we intended that they should; so simple a ruse, and profitable a one, as selling barbarian Earth girls under the auspices of the House would guarantee their investigation.” Assassin of Gor

“These games are among the most heavily attended and important of the year. It was on the evening of the fourth day of the Love Feast that Cernus decided to bring Elizabeth Cardwell, Virginia Kent and Phyllis Robertson, with his other barbarian slave girls kidnapped from Earth, before the buyers, not only of Ar but of all the cities of known, civilized Gor.” Assassin of Gor

“I was also instructed in the Double Knowledge – that is, I was instructed in what the people, on the whole, believed, and then I was instructed in what the intellectuals were expected to know. Sometimes there was a surprising discrepancy between the two. For example, the population as a whole, the castes below the High Castes, were encouraged to believe that their world was a broad, flat disk. Perhaps this was to discourage them from exploration or to develop in them a habit of relying on commonsense prejudices something of a social control device.” Tarnsman of Gor

“The world’s end was said to lie beyond Cos and Tyros, at the end of Thassa, at the world’s edge.” Beasts of Gor

* White Silk, Red Silk, Glana, Metaglana, Profalarina, Falarina

A “white-silk girl” is a virgin; one who is not a virgin is sometimes referred to as a “red-silk girl.” This need not refer, literally, of course, to the color of their garmenture.” Witness of Gor

“Similarly, the expression “red silk,” in Gorean, tends to be used as a category in slaving, and also, outside the slaving context, as an expression in vulgar discourse, indicating that the woman is no longer a virgin, or, as the Goreans say, at least vulgarly of slaves, that her body has been opened by men. Its contrasting term is “white silk,” usually used of slaves who are still virgins, or, equivalently, slaves whose bodies have not yet been opened by men. Needless to say, slaves seldom spend a great deal of time in the “white-silk” category. It is common not to dally in initiating a slave into the realities of her condition.” Blood Brothers of Gor

“Among slaves, not free women, these things are sometimes spoken of along the lines as to whether or not a girl has been “opened” for the uses of men. Other common terms, used generally of slaves, are ‘white silk’ and ‘red silk’, for girls who have not yet been opened, or have been opened, for the uses of men, respectively.” Dancer of Gor

“The buyers were also informed that I was `glana’ or a virgin. The correlated term is `metaglana,’ used to designate the state to which the glana state looks forward, or that which it is regarded as anticipating. Though the word was not used of me I was also `profalarina’, which term designates the state preceding, and anticipating, that of `falarina,’ the state Gorean’s seem to think of as that of being a full woman, or, at least, as those of Earth might think of it, one who certainly is no longer a virgin. In both terms, `glana’ and `profalarina,’ incidentally, it seems that the states they designate are regarded as immature or transitory, state to be succeeded by more fully developed, superior states, those of `metaglana’ or `falarina.’ Among slaves, not free women, these things are sometimes spoken of along the lines as to whether or not the girl as been `opened’ for the uses of men. Other common terms, used generally of slaves, are `white silk’ and `red silk’, for girls who have not yet been opened, or have been opened, for the uses of men, respectively.” Dancer of Gor

“Tela, when captured,” he said, indicating a blonde, “begged to be permitted to be kept in white silk.” He laughed. “After throwing her to a crew, for their pleasure, we put her, as she had asked, in white silk.” “Amusing,” I said. “She now often begs for red silk,” he said. “Perhaps we will one day permit it to her.” Rogue of Gor

“I have put you in red silk,” I said. “Is it appropriate?” “It certainly is not!” she said. “Perhaps it soon will be,” I said.” Beasts of Gor

* Tower Slave

“The position of the tower slave, in most cities, is very similar to that of the pleasure slave. The major difference is that the tower slave, whose duties are commonly, primarily, domestic, kneels with her knees in a closed position, whereas the pleasure slave, in a symbolic recognition of the fuller nature of her bondage, and its most significant aspects, kneels with them in an open position.” Blood Brothers of Gor

“If it was in my power, I resolved to do what I could to abolish what seemed to me a degrading condition. I once talked to my father about the matter, and he merely said that there were many things on Gor worse than the lot of slavery, particularly that of a Tower Slave.” Tarnsman of Gor

“She had not prepared herself a portion but, after I had been served, had knelt silently to one side, back on her heels in the position of a Tower Slave, a slave to whom largely domestic duties would be allotted in the Gorean apartment cylinders.” Priest Kings of Gor

“I knelt in the position of the tower slave, that of the girl whose applications are primarily domestic.” Captive of Gor

“I considered again the polished, black leather of her trim, high boots. A free woman, of course, if she owns slaves, does not polish her own boots. That would be done by one of the house slaves.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“Kenneth regarded her. Taphris was a luscious wench. ‘You are no longer a house slave,’ he said. ‘There are strong men in the stables. Stand straight, and beautifully.’” Fighting Slave of Gor

“I recalled that 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. We were some other sort of slave, it seemed, though exactly as to what other sort that might be I was not perfectly clear.” Dancer of Gor

“Even though she had then been turned in effect into a pleasure slave, much as might be purchased in any market, he had, it seems, considered having her serve in his city as a mere house slave, or even, in spite of what she had now become, if it pleased him, denying her the collar, as a mere cleaning prisoner, a confined servant, a mere housekeeper in captivity.” Vagabond of Gor

*Pleasure Slave

“A good deal of the training of the slave girl, surprisingly, to my naive mind, was in relatively domestic matters. For example, the Pleasure Slave, if she is trained by a good house, must also be the master of those duties commonly assigned to Tower Slaves. Accordingly, they must know how to cut and sew cloth, to wash garments and clean various types of materials and surfaces, and to cook an extensive variety of foods, from the rough fare of Warriors to concoctions which are exotic almost to the point of being inedible.” Assassin of Gor

“She struggled to her feet, the leash dangling from her collar. I did not pick up the leash and she moved past me, tears in her eyes, leaving the room, the sound of bells marking her movements. But she did not walk as a trained Pleasure Slave. She walked numbly, her head down, a defeated woman. I heard Cernus laugh. ‘I have heard,’ jeered Cernus, ‘that the Killer knows well how to use slaves!’” Assassin of Gor

“‘Almost from the beginning, after my seventeenth birthday,” said Telima, “I was trained as a pleasure slave. One year after my enslavement I was certified to the house by the Slave Mistress as having become accomplished in such duties. At that time the plate collar was opened by one of the metal workers and replaced with a seven-pin lock collar.’” Raiders of Gor

“‘I shall be interested to see,’ he said, ‘how you train as a pleasure slave in Ko-ro-ba.’” Captive of Gor

“We passed some fortified warehouses, in which space is available to Merchants. In such places there would be gems, and gold, silks, and wines and perfumes, jewels and spices, richer goods, not to be left exposed on the docks. In such houses, too, sometimes among the other merchandise, there are pleasure slaves, trained girls, imported perhaps from Ar. Their sales will either be public or private. They are kept in lamplit, low-ceilinged, ornately barred cells. Such girls are commonly rare in the north. They bring high prices.” Hunters of Gor

“‘Another loot girl taken by our noble Captain, Bejar, in his brilliant capture of the Blossoms of Telnus,’ called the auctioneer. He was also the slaver, Vart, once Publius Quintus of Ar, banished from that city, and nearly impaled, for falsifying slave data. He had advertised a girl as a trained pleasure slave who, as it turned out, did not even know the eleven kisses. The Vart is a small, sharp-toothed winged mammal, carnivorous, which commonly flies in flocks.” Explorers of Gor

* Bath Slave

“‘Are the girls who attend to the baths during the day as beautiful as it is said?’ I inquired. The bath girls of Turia are almost as famous as those of Ar.” Nomads of Gor

“Nela was a sturdy girl, a bit short. She had wrapped about her a piece of toweling. Her eyes were blue. She was a magnificent swimmer, strong and vital. Her blond hair was cut very short to protect it from the water; even so, in swimming, such girls often wrapped a long broad strap of glazed leather about their head, in a turban of sorts. Beneath the toweling Nela wore nothing; about her neck, rather than the common slave collar, she, like the other bath girls, wore a chain and plate. On her plate was the legend: I am Nela of the Capacian Baths. Pool of Blue Flowers. I cost one tarsk.” Assassin of Gor

* Below Deck Girl

“We had then been permitted to ascend to the deck, to empty the wastes and seepage. After this we had been permitted to clean ourselves as we could, with sea water and brushes. The deck is kept clean by the girls in the deck cages. The girls in the deck cages are permitted to keep their hair. The hair of the below-deck girls, mercifully, is shaved off; indeed, our body hair, too, was shaved off, completely. These precautions prevent, to a great extent, the nesting of ship lice. After we were cleaned we were leashed and exercised for a few minutes on the deck. Then each of us, for the remainder of our time on deck, the precious half of an Ahn, was chained in a kneeling position, our hands before our bodies.” Slave Girl of Gor

“‘How ugly you are, Below-Deck Girl,’ said one of the girls in a small deck cage.” Slave Girl of Gor

“Her face went white. Some patrons bring whips or quirts to the tavern. If they are not pleased, the girls are informed; a slave ring, with thongs, is fixed in the edge of every table; we strive to wait the tables well. I smiled to myself, seeing Narla hurry down the ramp to fetch his paga; on the slave ship she, in her deck cage, had once insulted me, demeaning my beauty and referring to me as a ‘Below-Deck Girl.’ It was not my fault that my hair had been shaved off, nor that I was not blond or auburn-haired, like herself. Those hair colors tend to bring higher girl-prices. I thought that I, when my hair was again dark and glossy, would surely be her equal or superior in beauty; and I had little doubt that I could bring a master more pleasure.” Slave Girl of Gor

* (Deck-)Cage Girl

“I looked at her. She was auburn-haired, and, like all the slave girls on the Clouds of Telnus, whether cage girls or below-deck girls, stripped; girls are not permitted clothing on a slave ship. She was sitting with her knees drawn up in the tiny cage. She could not completely stretch her body.” Slave Girl of Gor

“It is the deck-cage girls who are most often used for the sport of the sailors. In daylight hours their charms are on almost constant display. They are not chained in the hold. They may pose and wheedle, and thrust their arms through the bars to touch the sailors. Also they are more readily available. A cage door need only be opened and the girl pulled to the deck, or thrown across the tarpaulins. ‘Put me in a deck cage, Master!’ I had begged. He had looked down upon me, captain of the ship. ‘Chain her below,’ he had said. I had been dragged from his feet.” Slave Girl of Gor

* Chamber Slave

“You may do with me what you please,” said the girl, turning to face me. “As long as you are in this room I belong to you.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “I am a Chamber Slave,” she said. It means that I am confined to this room, and that I am the slave of whoever enters the room.” Priest Kings of Gor

“So she was a slave girl.
But on her collar there was not written the name of her owner and his city, as I would have expected. Instead I had read there only the Gorean numeral which would correspond to 708.
‘You may do with me what you please,’ said the girl, turning to face me. ‘As long as you are in this room I belong to you.’
‘I don’t understand,’ I said.
‘I am a Chamber Slave,’ she said.
‘I don’t understand,’ I said.
‘It means,’ she said, irritably, ‘that I am confined to this room, and that I am the slave of whoever enters the room.’
‘But surely you can leave,’ I protested.
I gestured to the massive portal which, empty of a door or gate, led only too clearly into the corridor beyond.
‘No,’ she said bitterly, ‘I cannot leave.’
I arose and walked through the portal and found myself in a long stone passageway beyond it which stretched as far as I could see in either direction. It was lit with energy bulbs. In this passageway, placed regularly but staggered from one another, about fifty yards apart, were numerous portals like the one I had just passed through. From within any given room, one could not look into any other. None of these portals were hung with doors or gates, nor as far as I could see had they ever been hinged.
Standing in the passageway outside the room I extended my hand to the girl. ‘Come,’ I said, ‘there is no danger.’
She ran to the far wall and crouched against it. ‘No,’ she cried.
I laughed and leaped into the room.
She crawled and stumbled away, for some reason terrified, until she found herself in the stone corner of the chamber.
She shrieked and clawed at the stone.
I gathered her in my arms and she fought like a she-larl, screaming. I wanted to convince her that there was no danger, that her fears were groundless. Her fingernails clawed across my face.
I was angered and I swept her from her feet so that she was helpless in my arms.
I began to carry her toward the portal.
‘Please,’ she whispered, her voice hoarse with terror. ‘Please, Master, no, no, Master!’
She sounded so piteous that I abandoned my plan and released her, though I was irritated by her fear.
She collapsed at my feet, shaking and whimpering, and put her head to my knee.
‘Please, no, Master,’ she begged.
‘Very well,’ I said.
‘Look!’ she said, pointing to the great threshold.
I looked but I saw nothing other than the stone sides of the portal and on each side three rounded red domes, of perhaps four inches width apiece.
‘They are harmless,’ I said, for I had passed them with safety. To demonstrate this I again left the chamber.
Outside the chamber, carved over the portal, I saw something I had not noted before. In Gorean notation, the numeral 708 was carved above the door. I now understood the meaning of the numeral on the girl’s collar. I reentered the chamber. ‘You see,’ I said, ‘they are harmless.’
‘For you,’ she said, ‘not for me.’
‘Why not?’ I asked.
She turned away.
‘Tell me,’ I said.
She shook her head.
‘Tell me,’ I repeated, more sternly.
She looked at me. ‘Am I commanded?’ she asked.
I did not wish to command her. ‘No,’ I said.
‘Then,’ said she, ‘I shall not tell you.’
‘Very well,’ I said, ‘then you are commanded.’
She looked at me through her tears and fear, with sudden defiance.
‘Speak, Slave,’ I said.
She bit her lip with anger.
‘Obey,’ I said.
‘Perhaps,’ she said.
Angrily I strode to her and seized her by the arms. She looked up into my eyes and shivered. She saw that she must speak. She lowered her head in submission. ‘I obey,’ she said. ‘-Master.’
I released her.
Again she turned away, going to the far wall.
‘Long ago,’ she said, ‘when I first came to the Sardar and found the Hall of Priest-Kings, I was a young and foolish girl. I thought that the Priest-Kings possessed great wealth and that I, with my beauty-‘ she turned and looked at me and threw back her head-‘for I am beautiful, am I not?’
I looked at her. And though her face was stained with the tears of her recent terror and her hair and robes were disarranged, she was beautiful, perhaps the more so because of her distress, which had at least shattered the icy aloofness with which she had originally regarded me. I knew that she now feared me, but for what reason I was uncertain. It had something to do with the door, with her fear that I might force her from the room.
‘Yes,’ I said to her, ‘you are beautiful.’
She laughed bitterly.
‘Yes,’ she continued, ‘I, armed with my beauty, would come to the Sardar and wrest the riches and power of the Priest-Kings from them, for men had always sought to serve me, to give me what I wanted, and were the Priest-Kings not men?’
People had strange reasons for entering the Sardar, but the reason of the girl who called herself Vika seemed to me one of the most incredible. It was a plot which could have occurred only to a wild, spoiled, ambitious, arrogant girl, and perhaps as she had said, to one who was also young and foolish.
‘I would be the Ubara of all Gor,’ she laughed, ‘with Priest-Kings at my beck and call, at my command all their riches and their untold powers!’
I said nothing.
‘But when I came to the Sardar-‘ She shuddered. Her lips moved, but she seemed unable to speak.
I went to her and placed my arms about her shoulders, and she did not resist.
‘There,’ she said, pointing to the small rounded domes set in the sides of the portal.
‘I don’t understand,’ I said.
She moved from my arms and approached the portal. When she was within perhaps a yard of the exit the small red domes began to glow.
‘Here in the Sardar,’ she said, turning to face me, trembling, ‘they took me into the tunnels and locked over my head a hideous metal globe with lights and wires and when they freed me they showed me a metal plate and told me that the patterns of my brain, of my oldest and most primitive memories, were recorded on that plate…’
I listened intently, knowing that the girl could, even if of High Caste, understand little of what had happened to her. Those of the High Castes of Gor are permitted by the Priest-Kings only the Second Knowledge, and those of the lower castes are permitted only the more rudimentary First Knowledge. I had speculated that there would be a Third Knowledge, that reserved for Priest-Kings, and the girl’s account seemed to justify this conjecture. I myself would not understand the intricate processes involved in the machine of which she spoke but the purpose of the machine and the theoretical principles that facilitated its purpose were reasonably clear. The machine she spoke of would be a brain scanner of some sort which would record three-dimensionally the microstates of her brain, in particular those of the deeper, less alterable layers. If well done, the resulting plate would be more individual than her fingerprints; it would be as unique and personal as her own history; indeed, in a sense, it would be a physical model of that same history, an isomorphic analog of her past as she had experienced it.
‘That plate,’ she said, ‘is kept in the tunnels of the Priest- Kings, but these-‘ and she shivered and indicated the rounded domes, which were undoubtedly sensors of some type, ‘are its eyes.’
‘There is a connection of some sort, though perhaps only a beam of some type, between the plate and these cells,’ I said, going to them and examining them.
‘You speak strangely,’ she said.
‘What would happen if you were to pass between them?’ I asked.
‘They showed me,’ she said, her eyes filled with horror, ‘by sending a girl between them who had not done her duty as they thought she should.’
Suddenly I started. ‘They?’ I asked.
‘The Priest-Kings,’ she replied simply.
‘But there is only one Priest-King,’ I said, ‘who calls himself Parp.’
She smiled but did not respond to me. She shook her head sadly. ‘Ah, yes, Parp,’ she said.
I supposed at another time there might have been more Priest-Kings. Perhaps Parp was the last of the Priest-Kings? Surely it seemed likely that such massive structures as the Hall of Priest-Kings must have been the product of more than one being.
‘What happened to the girl?’ I asked.
Vika flinched. ‘It was like knives and fire,’ she said.
I now understood why she so feared to leave the room.
‘Have you tried shielding yourself?’ I asked, looking at the bronze laver which was drying against the wall.
‘Yes,’ she said, ‘but the eye knows.’ She smiled ruefully. ‘It can see through metal.’
I looked puzzled.
She went to the side of the room and picked up the bronze laver. Holding it before her as though to shield her face she approached the portal. Once more the rounded domes began to glow.
‘You see,’ she said, ‘it knows. It can see through metal.’
‘I see,’ I said.
I silently congratulated the Priest-Kings on the efficacy of their devices. Apparently the rays which must emanate from the sensors, rays not within that portion of the spectrum visible to the human eye, must possess the power to penetrate at least common molecular structures, something like an X ray pierces flesh.
Vika glared at me sullenly. ‘I have been a prisoner in this room for nine years,’ she said.”
Priest-Kings of Gor, pages 30-35

* Coin Girl

“It is called the Street of the Writhing Slave. It is dark and narrow, and not far from the wharves. It has its name from the fact that most renters of, and dealers in, Coin Girls in Victoria, keep their kennels on this street. The girls of the day, designated by a coiled whip pressed against their left shoulder, wearing their neck chains, with the attached bell and coin box, are sent into the streets in the late afternoon and expected to return before the nineteenth Ahn. And woe to the girl who does not return with a jangling coin box on her neck chain! Some girls, once designated, and locked in their accouterments, kneeling, weeping, scratch even at the insides of the stout gates of their masters’ houses, hoping to be sent into the streets early, that their chances of turning a profit for their master, and thus avoiding a beating or torture, may be enhanced. Such a lenience, however, is seldom shown to the girls, as it is against an agreement binding the entrepreneurs engaged in this trade. Sometimes the girls are sent into the streets with their hands braceleted behind their backs. Sometimes they are sent into the streets with their small hands free, that they may use them to please their master’s customers. Sometimes a new girl is sent into the streets on a leash, with an older girl, that she may learn how a Coin Girl behaves. I recalled that once, long ago, when I had purchased, and freed, Miss Henderson, we had encountered a Coin Girl on the way back to my inn. “Get away, you filthy thing,” had said Miss Henderson. “Disgusting! Disgusting! Terrible! Disgusting!” she had said. I smiled. The girl had been half naked, in a brown rag. I had thought she had been superb. To be sure, Coin Girls are usually regarded as the lowest form of Gorean street slave.” Guardsman of Gor

* Debt Slut

“She lived from men, following them and exploiting them,” I said. “She was a debtor slut. I paid her bills and thus came into her de facto ownership, through the redemption laws.” Renegades of Gor

“Women such as these, those at the wall, would be surrendered by the management of the inn for the equivalent of their unpaid bills. They would then be in the power of their “redeemers,” any who might make good their debts. Lacking such a “redemption” they might then expect to find themselves, sooner or later, sold as slaves. In this way the inn usually recovers its money and, not unoften, turns a profit. Particularly beautiful specimens are sometimes kept by the inn itself, as inn slaves.” Renegades of Gor

“Also, a female debtor, in many cities, is subject to judicial enslavement, she then coming rightlessly and categorically, identically with any other slave, into the ownership of the creditor.” Magicians of Gor

“Nela had been a slave since the age of fourteen. To my surprise she was a native of Ar. She had lived alone with her father, who had gambled heavily on the races. He had died and to satisfy his debts, no others coming forth to resolve them, the daughter, as Gorean law commonly prescribes, became state property; she was then, following the law, put up for sale at public auction; the proceeds of her sale were used, again following the mandate of the law, to liquidate as equitable as possible the unsatisfied claims of creditors.” Assassin of Gor

“The mills, incidentally, like certain other low slaveries, such as those of the fields, the kitchens and laundries, serve an almost penal function on Gor. For example, a free woman, sentenced to slavery for, say, crimes or debts, may find herself, once enslaved, by direction of the court, sold for a pittance into such a slavery. Such slaveries also provide a place to utilize women who are thought to be good for little else.” Kajira of Gor

* Display Slave

“‘She is already branded,’ said the auctioneer, ‘but has served primarily as a display slave, and not a use slave.’ He then turned her, still keeping his hand in her hair, so that those on his left might better see her. ‘Accordingly,’ he said, ‘she is not yet fully broken to the collar.’ There was laughter from the crowd. He then turned her so that those on his right might better see her. ‘In my opinion,’ said he, ‘it is now time for this girl to learn the various uses to which a slave can be put.’ ‘Yes!’ shouted more than one fellow. He then, as she gasped, bent her back a bit more, turning her again toward her left, so that she was presented exquisitely to the men. ‘Does she not appear ready for taming and heating?’ inquired the auctioneer.’” Rogue of Gor

“‘You were only a display slave,’ I said. ‘You were not a full slave. You do not have the least idea of what it would be to be a full slave.’” Rogue of Gor

* Exotics

There are various types of “exotics” bred by Gorean slavers, all of whom are to be distinguished from more normal varieties of bred slaves, such as Passion Slaves and Draft Slaves. Exotics may be bred for almost any purpose, and some of these purposes, unfortunately, seem to be little more than to produce quaint or unusual specimens. Ho-Hak may well have been one so bred.” Raiders of Gor
-Passion Slaves: “…I wondered if Vika might be a bred slave, a Passion Slave, one of those girls bred for beauty and passion over generations by the zealous owners of the great Slave Houses of Ar, for lips such as Vika’s were a feature often bred into Passion Slaves; they were lips formed for the kiss of a master.” Priest Kings of Gor

“She looked at me mockingly. ‘Do you know what a Passion Slave is?’ she asked. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘It is a female of the human kind,’ she said, ‘but bred like a beast for its beauty and its passion.’ ‘I know,’ I said. ‘It is an animal,’ she said, ‘bred for the pleasure of men, bred for the pleasure of a master.’” PriestKings of Gor

“Sometimes they are even passion slaves, girls literally bred for the pleasure of men. The prizes purchased by Ubars and rich men for their pleasure gardens usually belong to the types of girls included in this general category.” Fighting Slave of Gor

-Draft Slaves: “A free woman, robed in white, veiled, was being carried in a sedan chair by four draft slaves. Beside the chair, on either side, afoot, walked a girl. Each was veiled but bare-armed. From the fact that their arms had been bared to the gaze of men I knew they were slaves.” Beasts of Gor

“‘How pretty he is at your stirrup, Lady Florence,’ said the veiled woman, reclining in the palanquin, its draft slaves now halted.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“The Lady Melpomene then clapped her hands. ‘Proceed!’ she called to the draft slaves, those bearing upon their shoulders the poles of her palanquin.” Fighting Slave of Gor
-Poison Slave: “‘These are exotics,’ said Ho-Tu. That expression is used for any unusual variety of slave. Exotics are generally quite rare. ‘In what way?’ I asked. I myself had never cared much for exotics, any more than I cared much for some of the species of dogs and goldfish which some breeders of Earth regarded as such triumphs. Exotics are normally bred for some deformity which is thought to be appealing. On the other hand, sometimes the matter is much more subtle and sinister. For example it is possible to breed a girl whose saliva will be poisonous; such a woman, placed in the Pleasure Gardens of an enemy, can be more dangerous than the knife of an Assassin.” Assassin of Gor

“Maximus Hegesius Quintilius was later found assassinated in his own pleasure gardens, slain there by the bite of a chemically prepared poison girl, one killed by Taurentians before she could be questioned.” Mercenaries of Gor

-Dancers: “She is surely a bred passion slave,” I said. “Surely the blood line of such an animal go back a thousand years!” “No! No!” said a man, rapt, not taking his eyes from the slave. I regarded her, in awe. “She is trained of course,” said a man. Only to obviously was this a trained dancer, and yet, too, there was far more than training involved. Too, I speak not of such relatively insignificant matters as the mere excellence of her figure for slave dance, as suitable and fitting as it might be for such and art form, for women with many figures can be superb in slave dance, or that she must possess a great natural talent for such a mode of expression, but something much deeper. In the nature of her dance I saw more than training, her figure, and her talent. Within this woman, revealing itself in the dance, in its rhythm, its joy, its spontaneity, its wonders, were untold depths of femaleness, a deep and radical femininity, unabashed and unapologetic, a rejoicing in her sex, a respect of it, a love of it, an acceptance of it and a celebration of it, a wanting of it, and of what she was, a woman, a slave, in all of its marvelousness.” Magicians of Gor

-Slaves who have no idea of men: “Then in what way are they exotic?” I asked. Ho-Tu looked at me and grinned. “They know nothing of men,” said he. (…) He laughed. “I mean they have been raised from the time they were infants in these gardens. They have never looked on a man. They do not know they exist.” (…) “They are raised in complete ignorance,” said Ho-Tu. “They do not even know they are women.” Assassin of Gor

“Then in what way are they exotic?” I asked.
Ho-Tu looked at me and grinned. “They know nothing of men,” said he.
“You mean they are White Silk?” I asked.
He laughed. “I mean they have been raised from the time they were infants in these gardens. They have never looked on a man. They do not know they exist.”
I then understood why only women had been seen in these rooms.
I looked again through the glass, at the gentle girls, sporting and playing together by the pool.
“They are raised in complete ignorance,” said Ho-Tu. “They do not even know they are women.”
I listened to the music of the lute, and was disturbed.
“Their life is very pleasant, and very easy,” said Ho-Tu. “They have no duties other than to seek their own pleasure.”
“And then?” I asked.
“They are very expensive,” said Ho-Tu. “Normally the agent of a Ubar who has been victorious in battle will purchase one, for his high officers, to be brought to the victory feast.” Ho-Tu looked at me. “The attendants, when the girl is purchased, give her a drug in her food that night, and remove her from the gardens. She is kept unconscious. She will be revived at the height of the Ubar’s victory feast, commonly to find herself unclothed in a cage of male slaves set up among the tables.”
I looked back at the girls through the glass.
“Not infrequently,” said Ho-Tu, “they go mad, and are slain the following morning.”
“And if not?” I asked.
“Commonly,” Said Ho-Tu, “they will seek out a female slave, one who reminds them of the attendants in the garden, and this woman will comfort them, and explain to them what they are, that they are women, that they are slaves, that they must wear a collar and that they must serve men.”
“Is there more to the House of Cernus?” I asked, turning away.
“Of course,” bowed Ho-Tu, leading me away from the area.
Assassin of Gor

* Field Slave:

“‘It means one is made welcome in Tharna,’ said the girl, ‘and this means one is sent to the Great Farms to be a Field Slave, to cultivate the soil of Tharna in chains until one dies.’” Outlaw of Gor

“I looked at them. They were large, coarse girls, though perhaps not without their charms. Clearly they were field slaves, or kettle slaves, or work slaves.” Captive of Gor

“Female work slaves, field slaves, stable slaves, and such, like kettle-and-mat girls, are usually considered the lowest of slaves. At any rate, they commonly bring the lowest prices in the markets.” Magician of Gor

* Fighting Slave

“I have not mentioned, either, slaves with professional competencies, such as medicine or law, or fighting slaves, in effect gladiators, men purchased for use as bodyguards or combatants in arranged games.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“Many slave fights are little more than bloody brawls, which free persons are pleased to witness. Kenneth and Barus, on the other hand, who bet on such matters, took these fights seriously. They had, over the years, devoted time and intelligence to the training and development of fighting slaves. The stables of the Lady Florence of Vonda had been, as a result of this, particularly in the last four or five years, unusually successful in the stable bouts. Indeed, Kenneth and Barus had accumulated small fortunes as a result of their efforts in this area. Gorean free persons of high caste, of course, tended to take little note of these matters.” Fighting Slave of Gor

I do not choose to describe the nature of the games, except in certain general detail. There seems to me little of beauty in them and much of blood. Matches are arranged between single armed fighters, or teams of such. Generally Warriors do not participate in these matches, but men of low caste, slaves, condemned criminals and such. Some of them, however, are quite skillful with the weapons of their choice, surely the equal of many Warriors. The crowd is fond of seeing various types of weapons used against others, and styles of fighting. Buckler and short sword are perhaps most popular, but there are few weapons on Gor which are not seen over a period of three or four days of the games. Another popular set of weapons, as in the ancient ludi of Rome is the net and trident. Usually those most skilled with this set of weapons are from the shore and islands of distant, gleaming Thassa, the sea, where they doubtless originally developed among fishermen. Sometimes men fight locked in iron hoods, unable to see their opponents. Sometimes men wrestle to the death or use the spiked gauntlets.
Sometimes slave girls are forced to fight slave girls, perhaps with steel claws fastened on their fingers, or several girls, variously armed, will be forced to fight a single man, or a small number of men. Surviving girls, of course, become the property of those whom they have fought; men who lose are, of course, slain. Beasts are also popular in the Stadium of Blades, and fights between various animals, half starved and goaded into fury by hot irons and whips, are common; sometimes the beasts fight beasts of the same species, and other times not; sometimes the beasts fight men, variously armed, or armed slave girls; sometimes, for the sport of the crowd, slaves or criminals are fed to the beasts. The training of slaves and criminals for these fights, and the acquisition and training of the beasts is a large business in Ar, there being training schools for men, and compounds where the beasts, captured on expeditions to various parts of Gor and shipped to Ar, may be kept and taught to kill under the unnatural conditions of the stadium spectacle. Upon occasion, and it had happened early in Se’Kara this year, the Arena is flooded and a sea fight is staged, the waters for the occasion being filled with a variety of unpleasant sea life, water tharlarion, Vosk turtles, and the nine gilled Gorean shark, the latter brought in tanks on river barges up the Vosk, to be then transported in tanks on wagons across the margin of desolation to Ar for the event.” Assassin of Gor

*First Girls

“Am I ready to go out on the floor now?” I asked. The “first girl” in a tavern often inspects her inferiors, before she permits them on the floor.” Dancer of Gor

“She wanted to be first girl, but I had kept her primarily with my men. Beautiful, dark-haired, slender, marvelously-legged Midice was, in my house, first girl, my favored slave. As Tab was my first Captain.” Raiders of Gor

“‘I am Ute,’ Ute told them. ‘I am first girl among the work slaves. You will obey me. You will be treated precisely as the other girls, neither better nor worse. If you do not obey me, exactly and promptly, in all things, you will be beaten.’” Captive of Gor

“I threw the switch to the red-haired girl. ‘Keep order in the camp,’ I said. I turned to Ilene, and pointed to the red-haired girl. ‘She is now first girl in the camp,’ I said. ‘Until my return you are to her as her slave.’” Hunters of Gor

“The red-haired girl, to my satisfaction, but not asking me, took some of the silk we carried and cut it into strips, wrapping it in and around the ankle rings of her charges, and about the girls’ ankles, that their ankles be protected in the march. She was a good first girl. ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ said one of the girls to her. ‘Be silent, Slave,’ responded the red-haired girl. ‘Yes, Mistress,’ responded the other. She was a good first girl. She, with her switch, maintained a harsh and perfect discipline among her charges, but she was not more cruel to them than it was customary to be with Gorean slaves. They were animals in her charge. She was, accordingly, solicitous for their welfare. From my point of view, of course, a girl with a scarred ankle is likely to bring a lower price than a perfect specimen. I thus approved of her action.” Hunters of Gor

“A switch was put in the hands of Eta. She stood over me. I put down my head. She did not strike me. I looked up at her. I realized then that she was first girl in the camp, and that I must obey her, that she had been empowered to set me tasks and duties. Suddenly I feared her. Before I had looked down upon her. Now I trembled. It was she who held the switch over me. Before I had generally obeyed her only when men were present. I had preferred to leave her the work. Now I realized I must, without question, take slave instructions from her and discharge swiftly and well whatever menial duties she might place upon me. I met her eyes. Though I was a delicate girl of Earth, beautiful and sensitive, even one who wrote poetry, I had little doubt she would use the switch, and richly, upon me, did I not work well. I put down my head. I determined to work well. In this camp I, though of Earth, was inferior to her. She could command me. She held the switch. I would obey. She was first girl.” Slave Girl of Gor

“When more than one slave girl stands in a relationship of slave girls, as when they serve in the same shop or house, or adorn the same rich man’s pleasure gardens, it is common for the master, or masters, to appoint a “first girl.” Her authority is then to the other girls as is that of the master. This tends to reduce squabbling. The first girl is usually, though not always, the favorite of the master. There is usually much competition to be first girl. First girls can be cruel and petty but, commonly, they attempt to govern with intelligence and justice. They know that another girl, at the master’s whim, may become first girl, and that they themselves may then be under her almost absolute power. In my own house I often rotated the position of first girl among my slaves who were native Goreans. I never made an Earth-girl slave first girl. This is fitting. Let them be always as the slaves of slaves.” Explorers of Gor

“It seemed strange to me, that she had addressed me as Mistress, and her fear. Then I realized the legitimacy of her fear, that of a slave girl. She was the one who had called me “Dina,” and who, when I had been bound, had kicked me. Now she was owned by my master, and she was a newer girl than I. She did not yet know the nature of the relationships in which she was now helplessly implicated, relationships which could be every bit as perilous and significant as the physical bond of steel on her wrist. Was I first girl? Was I over her? Did I have switch rights upon her body, as Eta had upon mine? Would I be cruel to her? Would I make her suffer? Would she have to please the masters incredibly, and constantly attend them, that they might perhaps be moved to shield her to some tiny extent from my vengeance?” Slave Girl of Gor

“Tutina’s blond hair was bound back with a woolen ribbon, or fillet, which went completely about the head, across the brow, and was knotted behind the back of the head, two ends then dangling downward, each about six inches in length. It was a talmit, indicating some authority among slaves, rather as “first girl.” In her right hand she carried a long switch.” Prize of Gor

“Too, Tutina now held authority over her. Tutina wore the talmit, and was to her and, indeed, to several others, it seemed, “first girl.” And that authority was exercised over her charges, and particularly over her, it seemed, with a malicious pleasure. She, as the others, had learned to fear her switch.” Prize of Gor

“She had tied a narrow folded strip of cloth about her head, to hold back her hair and keep sweat from her eyes. This could be interpreted as a talmit, which is a common sign of a first girl, the girl in charge of other female slaves, who usually reports directly to a master. First girls are common when there are many slaves in a group or household. They keep the other girls in order, assign tasks, settle disputes, and such. Many masters, if several girls are involved, do not care to involve themselves in such matters. It is enough for him to issue instructions to the first girl, usually in the morning, as she kneels before him, and she, according to her lights and biases, her choices and favorites, sees to their implementation. In a house containing a hundred or more slaves, there may be more than one first girl, there being various groups of slaves, and these first girls, in turn, will report to the first girl of first girls, so to speak. She in turn, of course, reports to the master, or the master’s representative. In such a household the lower first girls will wear a talmit of one color, and the high girl, or first girl of first girls, she who reports to the master or his representative, the kajira sana, will wear one of a different color. The colors depend on the customs of cities, the whims of particular masters, and such. In any event, Jane, who was not first girl, as we had no first girl, had seemingly, without permission, arrogated to herself a talmit, commonly understood as a badge of authority. I had no doubt this was done in all innocence, and I am sure Astrinax himself thought it to have been done in all innocence, as well, but, still, it had been done, and the prestige of the talmit was deemed to have been compromised. Certainly Jane and Eve and myself, who, to our misery, were forced to be present at the lashing, had had well impressed upon us the significance of the talmit. One lives in terror of it. She who wears the talmit is as Mistress to the other slaves, who will address her as Mistress. Slaves often live in terror of the first girl, speak deferently to her, kneel to her, and such. As is often the case, as with free women, we hope that men, given our beauty and sex, will protect us. Jane, like Eve, it seemed to me, should have known better. It is easy enough to knot a cloth about one’s neck and use it to wipe away sweat, and men , for some reason, seem to find sweat-wet hair, loose about a kajira’s features, attractive. Are they not lovely, even when hot and working?” Conspirators of Gor

“You are first girl?” he asked. Surely he knew that, from the talmit, from the switch on her right wrist. “Yes, Master,” she said.” Conspirators of Gor

* Flute Girl

“Here and there upon the walls, among those working, were silked flute girls, sometimes sitting cross-legged on flat stones, rather even with or even below the heads of workers, sometimes perched cross-legged on large stones, above the heads of workers, sometimes moving about among the workers, sometimes strolling, playing, at other times turning and dancing. Some were also on the lower level, even on the Wall Road. ‘Many of the flute girls seem pretty,’ said Marcus. ‘Yes,’ I said. To be sure, we were rather far from them. ‘It is a joke of Lurius of Jad, I gather,’ said Marcus, ‘that the walls of Ar should be torn down to the music of flute girls.’ ‘I would think so,’ I said. ‘What an extreme insult,’ he said. ‘Yes,’ I said.” Magician of Gor

“‘Officially,’ I said, ‘the music of the flute girls is supposed to make the work more pleasant.’” Magician of Gor

“The tone of his voice, I am sure, did nothing to set our fair prisoner at ease. Flute girls, incidentally, when hired from their master, to entertain and serve at parties, are commonly unbelted, that for the convenience of the guests.” Magician of Gor

* Galley Slave

“I looked down to the slave at the starboard side, he at the first thwart, who would be first oar.
As I, in the chair of oar-master, faced the bow of the vessel, he, as slave at the benches, faced its stern, and the chair of the oar-master, that which now served me as Ubar’s throne, in this small wooden country lost in the marshes of the Vosk’s delta.
We looked upon one another.
Both of his ankles were shackled to the beam running lengthwise of the ship and bolted to the deck; the chain on the shackles ran through the beam itself, through a circular hole cut in the beam and lined with an iron tube; the slaves behind him, as the beam, or beams, passed beneath their thwarts, were similarly secured. The arrangements for the slaves on the larboard side of the barge were, of course, identical. The man was barefoot, and wore only a rag. His hair was tangled and matted; it had been sheared at the base of his neck. About his neck was hammered an iron collar.” Raiders of Gor

“I had made one innovation in practices common to Port Kar. I used free men on the rowing benches on my round ships, of which I had four, not slaves, as is traditional. The fighting ship, incidentally, the long ship, the ram-ship, has never been, to my knowledge, in Port Kar, or Cos, or Tyros, or elsewhere on Gor, rowed by slaves; the Gorean fighting ship always has free men at the oars.” Raiders of Gor

“I did not much care for the crusts, and the onions and peas, on which we fed, but I did not expect to be eating them long. “You will not find this an easy ship to row,” said the oar-master, chaining my ankles to the heavy footbrace.” Raiders of Gor

“I and the others, from our pans, were eating one of our four daily rations of bread, onions and peas. We were passing a water skin about among us. The oars were inboard. We had not rowed as much as normally we would have.” Raiders of Gor

* Gambling House Slave

“Astrinax,” said Menon, “is seeking slaves for a gambling house. It is one of several on the Street of Chance. In such a house, there are commonly slaves, beautiful slaves, to wait upon the men, to serve drinks and food, to contribute to the décor and pleasantness of the setting, to mingle with the patrons, to encourage betting, even to the point of recklessness.” Conspirators of Gor

“What was she?” asked the woman. “A gambling-house girl,” said the man. “What is that?” asked the woman. “A serving slave, a display slave, a lure slave, such things,” he said. “They encourage men to drink, to eat, to spend, to wager, to linger at the tables, to draw further cards, to cast the dice just one last time, and such.” Conspirators of Gor

* Kettle Slave/Pot Slave/Kettle & Mat Girl

“‘I need a wench,’ said the man, ‘one who will cost me little, one to keep in the cots by day, to shovel the excrement of tarns, one to keep in my stall by night, as a pot-and-mat girl.’” Beasts of Gor

“I did not see fit to sell her that some ubarates had been sold to purchase a single slave. To be sure, the slave so purchased is yet but a slave. She is owned as much, as fully, as the simplest kettle-and-mat girl.” Explorers of Gor

“The utility of generality must not be permitted to blind us to the specificity of reality. There are always market variables, and buyer and slave variables. A girl who seems to most men only a low-grade kettle-and-mat girl may be to a given man very precious. She may be as valuable to him as a collared Ubara, one who must now, strictly, be taught her duties as a slave.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“To be sure, on this world it was the case that men apparently had their pick of beautiful, helplessly arousable slaves, and for as little as a meaningless coin. I had learned much from Ute and Inge. I had heard of the paga taverns, the rent booths, the brothel restaurants, and of the streets, in which one might find coin girls, their coin box on a chain locked about their neck, and mat girls on their master’s leashes. I recalled the dancing slave I had glimpsed in the paga tavern in Laura. Inge had told me that a modest coin would buy her use, and that the common paga slaves came with the price of a drink.” Captive of Gor

“‘What do you want her for?’ asked Midice, of me. ‘You are stupid, aren’t you?’ asked Telima, of the girl. Midice cried out with rage. ‘I,’ she cried, ‘-I will serve him better!’ Telima shrugged. ‘We shall see,’ she said. ‘We will need one,’ said Clitus, ‘to cook, and clean, and run errands.’ Telima cast him a dark look. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘that is true.’ ‘Telima,’ said Telima, ‘is not a serving slave.’ ‘Kettle Girl,’ I said. She sniffed. ‘I would say,’ laughed Thurnock, grinning, ‘kettle and mat!’ He had one tooth missing on the upper right. I held Telima by the chin, regarding her. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘doubtless both kettle and mat.’ ‘As Master wishes,’ said the girl, smiling.” Raiders of Gor

* Last Girl

“I sat back from the fire, watching them closely. It was now late at night. Grunt had shortened the coffle by two collars and chain lengths. I had put the new girl in Margaret’s place, after Priscilla and before the Hobarts. This was the position of ‘Last Girl,’ which, fittingly, not counting the Hobarts, she would occupy, being the newest girl on the coffle.” Savages of Gor

“A girl on such a chain, or in a market, who is too much passed over has reason for alarm. Not only is she likely to be lowered on the chain, perhaps even to “last girl,” which is demeaning to her, and a great blow to her vanity, but she is likely to be encouraged to greater efforts by a variety of admonitory devices, in particular, the switch and whip.” Magicians of Gor

* Love Slave

It is a beautiful moment when the woman realizes that the man who owns her is her love master, and the man realizes that the girl he bought, looking up at him, tears in her eyes, is his love slave. Then the only danger is that he will weaken. One must be strong with a love slave. If one truly loves her, he will be that strong. The slavery in which a love slave is kept is an unusually deep slavery. She must serve him with perfection which would stun and startle other girls; if she should fail in any way, even in so small a way that the lapse would be overlooked in the case of another wench, or bring perhaps a mild word of reprimand, she is likely to be tied at the slave ring and whipped; there is a good reason for this; she is, you see, a love slave; no woman can be more in a man’s power; and with no woman must he be stronger.” Beasts of Gor

* Luck Girl

“‘Why are you aboard?’ I asked. ‘It pleased my master to bring me,’ she said’ ‘Are you a Luck Girl?’ I asked. She shrugged. ‘I am a female slave,’ she said. I smiled. Many Goreans regard the sight of a female slave as good luck. Certainly, at the very least, they are joys to look upon.” Guardsman of Gor

* Lure Girl

“She was the slave who, earlier, had been used by Yellow-Knives as, in effect, a lure girl, one used to distract or, say, entrap a warrior.” Blood Brothers of Gor

“Indeed, as soon as it became dark I would become suspect as a runaway slave. Slave girls, with the exception of coin girls, lure girls for taverns, and such, are generally not permitted to walk unaccompanied about the streets of a city after dark.” Kajira of Gor

“Many girls have been whipped for such things, which are not really their fault. They are only obeying, as they must. But then a girl must sometimes expect the whip, I suppose. She is, after all, a slave. On the other hand, few men will whip a girl for having pretended not to be attracted to him, if she is actually attracted to him, particularly if she has done so under her master’s orders. Such devices, of course, but without the authenticity and the ultimate surrender, are often resorted to by “lure girls,” slaves who serve as bait for captains who need crewmen, masters of work gangs, and such. Such work can be very dangerous, given the astuteness of many Gorean masters. Such a pretense, however, can be maintained with many men for at least a few minutes, and with some men for an hour or so, which is generally more than enough time for the purposes of the master, and the master’s men, unobtrusively, are usually near at hand. It is not unknown, of course, for a girl who serves at such a supper, and is genuinely disinterested, or repulsed, by a given guest, to be given to him for the night. Such things can amuse the master and the guest. Too, they tend to be good for the girl’s discipline.” Dancer of Gor

* Paga Slave

“There are paga slaves,” I said, “who must please their master’s customers in his tavern. There are the girls who staff the public kitchens and laundries. There are rent slaves, who may be rented to anyone for any purpose, short of their injury or mutilation, unless compensation be rendered to the master. There are state slaves who maintain public compartments, and work in offices and warehouses. There are girls in peasant villages, and girls on great farms, who cook and carry water to the slave gangs. There are beauties who are purchased for a man’s pleasure gardens. There are other girls who work in the mills, chained to their looms.” Beasts of Gor

“To be sure, on this world it was the case that men apparently had their pick of beautiful, helplessly arousable slaves, and for as little as a meaningless coin. I had learned much from Ute and Inge. I had heard of the paga taverns, the rent booths, the brothel restaurants, and of the streets, in which one might find coin girls, their coin box on a chain locked about their neck, and mat girls on their master’s leashes. I recalled the dancing slave I had glimpsed in the paga tavern in Laura. Inge had told me that a modest coin would buy her use, and that the common paga slaves came with the price of a drink.” Captive of Gor

“I looked down, shuddering, my knees closely together. The recent bids had been by the agents of paga taverns. I had some notion of what it would be to be a paga slave. The belled, silked girls of the taverns were well known in the cities of Gor. Their purpose was to please the customers of their master. They came with the price of a cup of paga.” Slave Girl of Gor

“There was only one other white girl in the tavern, a dark-haired girl, collared, in yellow pleasure silk, she, too, apparently a paga slave, like the black girls, waiting on the tables. Perhaps the tavern keeper only wanted another white girl, to add variety for his clientele.” Explorers of Gor

“I stood there, my wrists at my shoulders. I could not draw my hands together to cover myself. The cuffs I wore, buckled tightly on me, and the taut leashes attached to them, in the keeping of Tupita and Sita, saw to it. I stood there, then, in collar and beads, displayed, a tavern slave, a paga slave, a public slave, naked on a Gorean dancing floor.” Dancer of Gor

“She was, I took it, a tavern slave, a paga slave.” –Witness of Gor

“I supposed there was little in Victoria that was not known to its nude or half-clad tavern slaves. Such girls, in spite of their collars, often know more of what transpires in a town or city than many free folk.” Rogue of Gor

* Private/Personal Serving Slave

One of the decrees of Marlenus, uttered at his victory feast, yesterday evening, to rounds of drunken cheers and applause, had been to decree a two-hort, approximately two and one-half inch, heightening of the hemline in the already rather briefly skirted livery of female state slaves; this morning I supposed this decree would be adopted by the private slave owners of Ar as well; indeed, I noted that already the effects of the decree were evident in the livery of the girls I passed in the halls. Assassin of Gor

There is no doubt that slaves without private masters, or slaves in multiple-slave chains, arrangements, households, institutions, and such, may experience terrible loneliness.
Mercenaries of Gor,

“I, too, was surprised. Kneeling before us, on the wagon bed, her hands braceleted behind her back, two small keys dangling from her enameled collar was Taphris, who was one of the personal serving slaves of the Lady Florence.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“‘Thank you,’ said the Lady Florence, regarding her former enemy, now her naked slave, at her feet. ‘Will you keep her as a personal serving slave?’ asked the Lady Leta. ‘That might be amusing.’ ‘She is too sexual to be a serving slave,’ said the Lady Florence.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“‘You are Susan, are you not,’ inquired Miles of Argentum, ‘who was as personal serving slave to Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus?’” Kajira of Gor

“‘I have been assigned by my master, Appanius, to Milo, to be a personal serving slave to him, to clean his quarters, run his errands, and such.’” Magicians of Gor

* Pierced-Ear Girl

“….on Gor a free woman would not consider having her ears pierced. Among slave girls, however, ear piercing inflicted upon them by the will of their masters is becoming widespread on Gor; one might say it is gaining considerable popularity among masters which accounts of course for its growing frequency in the female slave population of the planet; it is a custom which derives,I am told from the city of Turia, which lies in Gors southern hemisphere, an important manufacturing and trading center. A girl with pierced ears is of course either a slave or a former slave. If she is a former slave, her papers or manumission had best be in perfect order. More than one freed woman, because of pierced ears, has found herself again on the block, again reduced by strong men to the helpless state of bondage.” Slave Girl of Gor

“We were pierced-ear girls, among the most exciting of slaves.” Captive of Gor

“I now well understood the meaning of such things on Gor. I was one of the lowest and most meaningless of slaves, a pierced-ear girl.” Captive of Gor

“The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. ‘Pierced-ear girl!’ screamed Pouting Lips. The silk girl turned, stricken. She put her hands to her ears. There were sudden tears in her eyes. Then, weeping, she turned away, her head in her hands, and fled after her master.” Marauders of Gor

“They were pierced-ear girls. It is said that the ear piercing of slaves, on Gor, originated in Turia. Certainly it was practiced there. After the fall of Turia the custom spread northward. It is now relatively common on Gor, for pleasure slaves. Slavers have discovered that a pierced-ear girl commands a higher price.” Explorer of Gor

* Slaves used to help Scribes (or other Castes)

“Some of the free men in the house, particularly of the scribes, resented that the girl should have a position of such authority.  Accordingly, when receiving their reports and transmitting her instructions to them, I had informed her that she would do so humbly, as a slave girl, and kneeling at their feet.  This mollified the men a good deal, though some remained disgruntled.”  Raiders of Gor

“I did learn, casually from a Scribe, not Torm, that slaves were not permitted to impart instruction to a free man, since it would place him in their debt, and nothing was owed to a slave.” Tarnsman of Gor

“Ahead, and on the plateau of the inn, I saw the large wooden sign, on its chains, jerked in the wind, striking about, pelted with rain. It was in the form of a malformed tarn, its neck crooked, almost vulturelike, the right leg, with its talons, much larger than the left, and outstretched, grasping. Such signs are not untypical of Gorean hostelries, as many Goreans, particularly those of the lower castes, cannot read.” Renegades of Gor

“There is controversy among Priest-Kings,” Kusk remarked, “as to whether or not humans should be taught to read.” Assassin of Gor

“Many Gorean slaves, of course, are illiterate, and deliberately kept so. In that fashion, for example, she may be used to carry messages about, even having to do with herself. The common way in which a girl carries a Gorean message is on foot, with her hands braceleted behind her. The message is then inserted in a capped leather tube tied about her neck. Given the braceleting, of course, even a literate girl may be used to carry messages in this fashion, which may or may not have to do with herself. Some men feel that if a woman is taught to read and write, particularly after she has been made a slave, she may come to think that she is important. This delusion, of course, may be swiftly removed from her by the whip. For what it is worth, literacy commonly increases the value of a slave. It may usually be depended upon to add a few copper tarsks to her value.” Kajira of Gor

“Kenneth turned to me. “You cannot read,” he said. “No, Master,” I said, “not Gorean.” Slaves are commonly kept illiterate. It makes them more helpless. It gives the masters more control over them. Besides, it is said, why should a slave know how to read?” Fighting Slave of Gor

“Some warriors, as I have indicated earlier, seem to feel it is somewhat undignified for them to know how to read, or, at least, how to read well, perhaps because that sort of thing is more in the line of, say, the scribes. One hires a warrior for one thing, one hires a scribe for another. One does not expect a scribe to know the sword. Why, then, should one expect the warrior to know the pen?” Magicians of Gor

* Message Slave

“‘Two warriors, guards, held, between them, a dark-skinned slave girl. She had long, black hair. Her arms were bound tightly to her sides, her wrists crossed and bound behind her. They thrust her forward. ‘A message girl,’ said one of them. Samos looked at me, quickly. Then to one of those at the table, one who wore the garments of the physicians, he said, ‘Obtain the message.’
‘Kneel,’ said Samos. The girl, between the guards, knelt. Samos loomed over her. ‘Whose are you?’ he asked. ‘Yours, Master,’ she said. It is common for the girl to be given to the recipient of the message. ‘Whose were you?’ asked Samos.
‘I was purchased anonymously from the public pens of Tor,’ she said. Certain cities, like Tor, dealt in slaves, commonly buying unsold girls from caravans, and selling them at a profit to other caravan masters. The city’s warriors, too, were paid a bounty on women captured from enemy cities, customarily a silver tarsk for a comely female in good health.
‘You do not know who purchased you, or why?’ asked Samos. ‘No, Master,’ she said. She would not know the message she bore. ‘What is your name?’ asked Samos. ‘Veema,’ she said, ‘if it pleases Master.’ ‘What was your number in the pens of Tor?’ asked Samos. ‘87432,’ she said, ‘Master.’ The member of the caste of physicians, a laver held for him in the hands of another man, put his hands on the girl’s head. She closed her eyes. ‘Then,’ said I to Samos, ‘you do not know from whom this message comes.’ ‘No,’ said he. The physician lifted the girl’s long dark hair, touching the shaving knife to the back of her neck. Her head was inclined forward. …

‘The message girl is ready,’ said the man who wore the green of the physicians. He turned to the man beside him; he dropped the shaving knife into the bowl, wiped his hands on a towel.
The girl, bound, knelt between the guards. There were tears in her eyes. Her head had been shaved, completely. She had no notion what had been written there. Illiterate girls are chosen for such messages. Originally her head had been shaved, and the message tattooed into the scalp. Then, over months, her hair had been permitted to regrow. None but the girl would know she carried such a message, and she would not know what it might be. Even those for a fee delivering her to the house of Samos would have considered her only another wench, mere slave property.
I read the message. It said only ‘Beware Abdul.’ We did not know from whence the message came, or who had sent it.
‘Take the girl to the pens,’ said Samos to the guards. ‘With needles remove the message from her scalp.’” Tribesman of Gor

* Feast Slave/Table Slave

“It was now two months since we had graduated from the school. It had been, on the whole, a wonderful two months. In the beginning we had had to serve at a feast or banquet only every third or fourth day, or so, but, as our reputation had spread, our engagements had multiplied dramatically. It had now become necessary for the slave masters of Aemilianus to insert open dates in our schedule, that we might remain fresh and rested. Even as of now our services had to be arranged several days in advance. There had apparently been a readiness or need for crews or teams of competitively priced feast slaves in the city. Aemilianus, with that sense of business which seemed to run in his family, had been sensitive to this.” Kajira of Gor

“This was not unusual, however, for Ho-Sorl invariably demanded that the proud Phyllis, who professed to despise him, serve him as table slave, which service she would ultimately, irritably, head in the air, have to render him, whether it be merely the pouring of his wine or the offering of a grape held delicately between her teeth.” Assassin of Gor

* Camp Slave

“‘There,’ said Hurtha, pointing, ‘there are the pens for camp girls.’
He had indicated a fenced enclosure, within which were various smaller enclosures, and some cages. In such areas, there was probably more than one in a camp of this size, public girls are kept, slaves for the pleasures of the soldiers. The Gorean seldom does without women. Such girls are usually supplied in groups by contract slavers, for the course of given campaigns. They may be used in their enclosures or, more commonly, they are sent to the tents of the men who rent them, usually for the night. In the morning they return to their masters.” Mercenaries of Gor

* Secret Slave

An occasional exception is the secret slave whom most believe to be still free, her true relationship being concealed, at least for a time, by her master’s will, from the public. This deception is difficult to maintain, of course, for as the woman grows in her slavery, it becomes more and more evident in her, in her behavior, her movements, her voice, and such. Also she soon longs for the openness of bondage, that her inward truth may now be publicly proclaimed, that she may now appear before the world, and be shown before the world, as what she is, a slave. Sometimes this is done in a plaza, or other public place, with a public stripping by her master. It is dangerous, sometimes, to be a secret slave, then revealed, for Goreans do not like to be duped. Sometimes they vent their anger on the slave, with blows and lashings, though it seems to me the blame, if any, in such cases, is perhaps less with the slave than the master.

* Seduction Slave

“‘The handsome, charming, suave, witty Milo,’ said the fellow, ‘is a seduction slave.’ ‘A seduction slave?’ she wept.  ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘He has much increased my stock of slaves.’  She tore at the net, in tears, but was helpless. ‘Had you, and your predecessors, not been so secretive, so much concerned to conceal your affairs with a slave, Milo’s utility as a seduction slave would have doubtless been much diminished by now. On the other hand, the concern for your reputation and such, so natural in you free women, almost guarantees the repeatability, and the continued success, of these small pleasant projects.’
‘Release me!’ she begged. ‘Some of Milo’s conquests are used in my fields, and others in my house,’ he said. ‘But most, and I am sure you will be one of these, are exported, sold out of the city to begin your new life.’
‘My new life?’ she whispered. ‘That of a female slave,’ he smiled. She struggled, futilely.” Magicians of Gor

“Lavinia looked at me, pleadingly, her lower lip trembling. I would permit her to speak later. ‘She is pretty, isn’t she?’ I asked. ‘Yes, Master,’ he said, in misery. ‘She is a seduction slave,’ I said. Lavinia sobbed, and shook her head. A tear coursed down her cheek. ‘Are you not, Lavinia?’ I asked. ‘Yes, Master,’ she sobbed.
‘You should not object to this,’ I informed the male slave. ‘You yourself, often enough, if I am not mistaken, have acted in the role of the seduction slave. Surely it is only fair that the tables have now been turned, and that it is you, so to speak, who now finds himself in the net.’ He could not take his eyes from Lavinia.  ‘She acted under your orders?’ he said.
‘Of course,’ I said.  He moaned.  ‘And is there not a rich joke here,’ I asked, ‘for, as I understand it, it was you who, as a seduction slave, were responsible for first bringing her pretty little neck into the collar. Is it not only fitting then that it be she, now a slave, whom I used for your acquisition?’” Magician of Gor

* Self-Contract/Self-Enslaving

“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. The reason for this is clear. As soon as the words are spoken, or her signature is placed on the pertinent document, or documents, she is no longer a free person. She is then only a slave, an animal, no longer with any legal powers whatsoever. She is, then, until the completion of the contractual period, until the expiration date of the arrangement, totally subject to the will of her master.” Blood Brothers of Gor

“They had declared themselves slaves. The slave herself, of course, once the declaration has been made, cannot revoke it. That would be impossible, for she is then only a slave. The slave can only be freed by one who is at the time her master, or, if it should be the case, her mistress.” Explorers of Gor

‘You understand, do you not,’ I asked the girl, ‘the meaning of this?’ ‘Yes,’ she said.
‘You may freely enter into the state of bondage,’ I told her, ‘but you may not freely leave it. This thing, once it is done to you, is, one your part, irreversible. It is not then within your power to break, alter or amend it in any way. You will then, you see, no longer be a free person, but only a slave.’ ‘I understand,’ she said. She then turned to the young man, ‘I am ready,’ she said, ‘Make me a slave.” Blood Brothers of Gor

“Pronounce yourself slave,” said Samos. The fellow relaxed his grip on the hilth. “I am a slave,” she said, pronouncing herself slave. Several of the slave girls cried out. There was now a new slave on Gor. At a gesture from Samos the fellow with the blade resheathed the weapon, and the two guards who had held the girl in position released her, standing up. She was now on her hands and knees, naked on the tiles, before the table. She looked wildly at Samos. “See the slave!” laughed more than one of the slave girls pointing at her. They were not reprimended. The girl, frightened, looked from face to face. The words had been spoken. They could not now be unspoken. She was now rightless, only a nameless animal, incapable of doing anything whatsoever to qualify or alter her status.” Players of Gor

“In most cities, on the other hand, a free woman may, with legal tolerance, submit herself as a slave to a specific man. If he refuses her, she is then still free. If he accepts her, she is then, categorically, a slave, and he may do with her what he pleases, even selling her or giving her away, or slaying her, if he wishes. Here we may note a distinction between laws and codes. In the codes of the warriors, if a warrior accepts a woman as a slave, it is prescribed that, at least for a time, an amount of time up to his discretion, she be spared. If she should be the least displeasing, of course, or should prove recalcitrant in even a tiny way, she may be immediately disposed of. It should be noted that this does place a legal obligation on the warrior. It has to do, rather, with the proprieties of the codes.” Players of Gor

“He might have you sign a slave document, in the presence of witnesses. As soon as your signature is on the document, of course, you are a slave. On the other hand, he might proceed even more simply. He might merely have you utter a formula of enslavement, though, again, doubtless in the presence of witnesses, who might sign a paper certifying their witnessing of your declaration. Let us suppose you utter such a formula. The simplest is perhaps, ‘I am a slave.’ You are then a slave. He will perhaps then say, ‘You are my slave.’ This claims you. You are then his slave.” Mercenaries of Gor

* Mill Slaves

“These were girls of the sort sometimes referred to as female work slaves. It is a very low form of slave, indeed, perhaps the lowest. Seldom can they aspire even to the status of the kettle-and-mat girl. They do not bring high prices. They are usually sold in multi-item lots in cheap markets and are usually purchased to be used in such places as the public kitchens or laundries, and the mills. From these applications, they are sometimes referred to, naturally enough, as “kitchen girls,” “laundry girls,” “mill girls,” and so on. These particular girls, it had been conjectured, had been obtained from markets in the north, where prices are often cheaper. They were now being brought south and east, probably, from their shearing, for work in the mills.” Kajira of Gor

“There are paga slaves,” I said, “who must please their master’s customers in his tavern. There are the girls who staff the public kitchens and laundries. There are rent slaves, who may be rented to anyone for any purpose, short of their injury or mutilation, unless compensation be rendered to the master. There are state slaves who maintain public compartments, and work in offices and warehouses. There are girls in peasant villages, and girls on great farms, who cook and carry water to the slave gangs. There are beauties who are purchased for a man’s pleasure gardens. There are other girls who work in the mills, chained to their looms.” Beasts of Gor

* Kitchen Slave

“I heard a movement near us. I turned and saw a female slave, in a rep-cloth kitchen tunic, stained with food, approaching, bearing a tray of fruit with a flask of wine. She was followed by a guard. The slave knocked timidly on the door of the cell.
The girl sprang up from the divan, wiped oil from her wrists on a towel, threw back her hair, and stood regally in the center of the room. “Enter,” she said. The guard unlocked the door and the kitchen slave, deferentially, entered, her head down and placed the tray of fruit and wine on a small low table near the divan. She then, head down, began to back lightly away.” Assassin of Gor

* Side-block Girl

A distinction must be drawn between the side blocks and the central, or main, block, in a vending area. I shall describe the situation, specifically, as it exists in the sales barn of Ram Seibar. It is not untypical of the arrangements in many such places, particularly in outlying areas. To be sure, there is, it seems, from market to market, and from city to city, an almost infinite variety of ways in which women may be, and are, displayed and sold. This is not surprising since the institution of female slavery, on Gor, is both extremely successful and quite ancient.
In the central hall of the sales barn of Ram Seibar, which is open to the public, there are twenty-one blocks. Twenty of these are subsidiary blocks, or side blocks. These occur, aligned, ten to a side, along the walls, to the left and right, as one enters. They are spaced rather evenly, in order not to suggest distinctions among them. Too, they are placed a few feet out from the walls. At one’s convenience, then, one may walk entirely about them. They are about a yard high and five feet in diameter. In the center of each there is an iron ring. The central block, which must be ascended by stairs, lies at the far end of the hall as one enters, opposite the door. It is about seven or eight feet in height and some twenty feet in diameter. Girls are seldom auctioned from the side blocks. Occasionally fixed prices are set on them. If this is the case the price is usually written on their body, either with a grease pencil or a lipstick. Usually, however, of course, they find themselves being bargained for. The girl usually hopes that her master will pay enough for her to convince him that she is of at least minimal value, and will not pay so much that he will be angry with the merchant, for in such a case he is almost certain to take his dissatisfaction out on her lovely hide.
“Side-block girl,” in the argot of the slave girl, like “pot girl” and “kettle-and-mat-girl,” is a term of disparagement. It must be admitted there is more prestige in being auctioned from a major, or central, block than there is in being casually purchased from a side block.” Savages of Gor

* Silk Slave

“It was the brand of a male silk slave, a male pleasure slave, one whose purpose in life is to serve, and give exquisite, lengthy, intimate pleasures, upon demand, to women.” Raiders of Gor

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

* Rent Slave

“There are paga slaves,” I said, “who must please their master’s customers in his tavern. There are the girls who staff the public kitchens and laundries. There are rent slaves, who may be rented to anyone for any purpose, short of their injury or mutilation, unless compensation be rendered to the master. There are state slaves who maintain public compartments, and work in offices and warehouses. There are girls in peasant villages, and girls on great farms, who cook and carry water to the slave gangs. There are beauties who are purchased for a man’s pleasure gardens. There are other girls who work in the mills, chained to their looms.” Beasts of Gor

* Stable Slave/Stable Slut

“‘In the stables,’ he said, ‘we have, too, besides the male slaves, some kajirae, stable sluts, as we call them. I can assign these as I please.’ I looked at him. I thought of Gorean kajirae. I inadvertently licked my lips.  He laughed, and turned about, leading the way about the corner of the house, treading upon the wagon way.  ‘Come along, Stable Slave,’ he said.” Fighting Slave of Gor

“‘I bring you another, a replacement,’ he said, indicating a prone figure, in a slave sack. ‘Good,’ said Kenneth. ‘We are short on stable sluts. They are useful in keeping the male slaves content, and may well be applied to lighter labors, on which a man’s strength would be wasted.’” Fighting Slave of Gor

“The girl was sobbing. Kenneth normally did not shear the hair of his stable sluts, even in the fall. He did occasionally use shearing, however, as a disciplinary device. Goreans tend, culturally, to be fond of long hair on a woman. The shorn girl, thus, in her collar, tends to be an object of scorn and ridicule. Girls will go to great lengths to please a man, that they not be shorn. The girls who are regularly shorn are usually slaves who work on the great farms or on the large, commercial hurt ranches, or low girls who are used in large numbers in such places as the mills, or the public laundries and kitchens. Any girl, of course, may be shorn, even a high pleasure slave, if she displeases the master. The girls know that there is always a market for their hair. I watched Barus going toward the equipment shed. He carried the shorn hair and the shears. The sack in which the shorn hair of Kajirae was kept until it was marketed was in the equipment shed, where the shears were kept. “Stand, shorn slave,” said Kenneth to the girl. She quickly stood. “Remember,” said he, “you are now no longer a lady’s house slave. You are now a stable slut.” Fighting Slave of Gor

* State Slave/Public Slave

“The female state slave of Ar wears a brief, gray slave livery, with matching gray collar. Save for the color it is identical with most common slave livery. About her left ankle is normally locked a gray steel band, to which five simple bells of gray metal are attached. Many years ago, in Ar and Ko-ro-ba, and several of the other northern cities, the common slave livery had been white but diagonally striped, in one color or another; gradually over the years this style had changed; the standard livery was also, now, commonly, slashed to the waist; as before, it remained sleeveless; these matters, as generally in the cut of robes and style of tunics, undergo the transitions of fashion. I smiled. One of the decrees of Marlenus, uttered at his victory feast, yesterday evening, to rounds of drunken cheers and applause, had been to decree a two-hort, approximately two and one-half inch, heightening of the hemline in the already rather briefly skirted livery of female state slaves; this morning I supposed this decree would be adopted by the private slave owners of Ar as well; indeed, I noted that already the effects of the decree were evident in the livery of the girls I passed in the halls. The hair of the female state slave of Ar, incidentally, is normally cut rather short and brushed back around the head; the common slave girl, on the other hand, normally has rather long hair, which is unbound.” Assassin of Gor

“I looked down at the street. It seemed dirty. This was not usual for Ar. Usually, once a week, the streets are swept and washed down. This is usually the responsibility of those whose buildings face the street, the larger avenues, squares and plazas, and such, being cleaned by state slaves.” Kajira of Gor

“It could perhaps be mentioned that such work, cooking, cleaning and laundering, and such, is commonly regarded as being beneath even free women, particularly those of high caste. In the high cylinders, in Gorean cities, there are often public slaves who tend the central kitchens in cylinders, care for the children, but may not instruct them, and, for a tiny fee to the city, clean compartments and do laundering. Thus even families who cannot afford to own and feed a slave often have the use of several such unfortunate girls, commonly captured from hostile cities. Free women often treat such girls with great cruelty, and the mere word of a free woman, that she is displeased with the girl’s work, is enough to have the girl beaten. The girls strive zealously in their work to please the free women. Such girls, also, have a low use-rent, payable to the city, should young males wish to partake of their pleasures. Here again, the mere word of the free person, that he is not completely pleased, is enough to earn the miserable girl a severe beating. Accordingly, she struggles to please him with all her might. It is not pleasant, I fear, to be a public slave.” Captive of Gor

* Village Slave

“I am putting you out into the village as village slave,” he said. “At night you will be confined in a sleen cage. During the day you will feed on what men will throw you. Each day you will serve a different hut in the village.” Slave Girl of Gor

* Whip Slave

“The next lot was an interesting one, consisting of two slave girls, clad in the skins of forest panthers, from the northern forests of Gor, and chained together by the throat. They were driven up the steps by a whip slave and forced to kneel at the center of the block. (…)To the amusement of the crowd it took the whip slave, and two others, to strip the biting, scratching forest beauties.” Assassin of Gor

“Then taking the whip from the whip slave the auctioneer stepped to the disconsolate girl…” Assassin of Gor

He hated me, blaming me somehow for the fact that he found himself in this dire predicament. Today, more than once, he had scattered the ore which, on my hands and knees, I had chipped from the narrow shafts of the mine. And twice he had stolen the pile of ore I had accumulated, poking it into the canvas sack we slaves wore about our necks in the mines. I had been beaten by the Whip Slave for not contributing my share to the day’s quota of ore required of the chain of which I was a member.” outlaw of Gor

“The Whip Slave, another of the slaves of Tharna, but one in charge of the chain, was pleased with his task.” Outlaw of Gor

“Following the meal she would retire to my quarters which, on hands and knees, with brush and bucket, she would scrub to the satisfaction of a Whip Slave, with strap, standing over her. Then she would retire again to the kitchens for the work there that would have been left for her, after which, when finished, she would be chained for the night.” Raiders of Gor

* Work Slave

“Female work slaves, field slaves, stable slaves, and such, like kettle-and-mat girls, are usually considered the lowest of slaves. At any rate, they commonly bring the lowest prices in the markets.” Magicians of Gor

“The large contingent of mercenaries who had flocked to his banner were kept as work slaves for a period of one year, to fill in the vast ditches and siege tunnels, to repair the extensive damage to the walls of Ar, and to rebuild those of its buildings that had been injured or burned in the fighting. After their year of servitude, they were returned, weaponless, to the cities of their birth.” Tarnsman of Gor

“After Inge and Rena had finished their work, even to the cleaning of my hair, a guard, summoned, not much pleased, carried me, helpless and in pain, back to the shed for female work slaves. There Ute, with Inge and Rena, fed me simple broths, which I gratefully drank. The next day, as Ute commanded, I remained in the shed, food and water being brought to me by Inge and Rena. On the following day I was returned to work. My first task was to clean the slave box, to rid it of its filth. After I had done this, naked, and had washed my body and hair thoroughly, I was again given the tunic of a work slave. I found it a very precious garment. I worked at a variety of tasks that day. Late in the afternoon, I was sent outside, leashed again with Techne, to pick ram-berries. I did not steal berries from her, nor did I eat any.” Captive of Gor

“Similarly, one day was much as another for Elinor Brinton, the female work slave in the camp of Rask of Treve. She rose at dawn and, until dusk, with her work companions, performed her repetitive, servile tasks. After the night feeding, she, with her work companions, would be ordered to the slave shed, where they would be locked for the night, only to be summoned again in the morning, ordered from the shed, for another round of their labors, tasks fit for such as they, female work slaves. I learned to iron and sew, and to cook and clean. Verna could not have done these things. She hunted, and held converse with men.” Captive of Gor

“If the thrall had been nothing in Torvaldsland before, he was now less than nothing; his status was now, in effect, that of the southern male work slave, found often in the quarries and mines, and, chained, on the great farms. He, a despised animal, must obey instantly and perfectly, or be subject to immediate slaughter.” Mauraders of Gor

“Thus, we served, too, as work slaves. Scrubbing must be done, and the sewing, and the washing and ironing of clothes, and the cleaning; too, we aided in the kitchen, usually in the preparing of vegetables and in the scouring of pots and pans; too, water must be carried to the men on the parapets; there was much work of a lowly and servile nature which it fell naturally to us, the girls of the keep, to perform.” Slave Girl of Gor