Free Women & Slaves
Updated 6-31-01
Kajirae
" 'The women of the Walled Gardens know whatever happens on Gor,' she replied, and I sensed the intrigue, the spying and treachery that must ferment within the gardens. 'I forced my slave girls to lie with soldiers, with merchants and builders, physicians and scribes,' she said, 'and I found out a great deal.' I was dismayed at this--the cool, calculating exploitation of her girls by the daughter of the Ubar, merely to gain information.
'What if your slaves refused to do this for you?' I asked.
'I would whip them,' said the daughter of the Ubar coldly."

Book 1, Tarnsman of Gor, page 108 ~¤~

"One of the great fears of a slave girl is that she will be sold to a woman. Free women treat their female slaves with incredible hatred and cruelty. Why this is I do not know. Some say it is because they, the free women, envy the girls their collars and wish that they, too, were collared, and at the complete mercy of masters."

Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page ??

" 'Some free women do not approve of slaves being permitted to wear talenders,' she said, 'or being permitted to have representations of them, like these, on their frocks. Yet slaves do often wear them, the masters permitting it, and they are not an uncommon motif, the masters seeing to it, on their garments.'
'Why do free women object?' I asked.
'They feel that a slave, who must love whomever she is commanded to love, can know nothing of love.'
'Oh,' I said.
'But I have been both free and slave,' she said, 'and, forgive me, Mistress, but I think that it is only a slave, in her vulnerability and helplessness, who can know what love truly is.'
'You must love upon command?' I asked, horrified.
'We must do as we are told,' she said. 'We are slaves.'
I shuddered at the thought of the helplessness of the slave.
'We may hope, of course,' she said, 'that we come into the power of true masters.'
'Does this ever happen?' I asked.
'Often, Mistress,' she said.
'Often?' I said.
'There is no dearth of true masters here,' she said."

Book 19, Kajira of Gor, page 48

"Ulrick had told me that certain kinds of slaves, house slaves, 'tower slaves,' and such, whatever they were, might kneel with their knees together, but I had also been informed that I, and the other girls, were not such slaves. For us, at any rate, for whatever sort of slave we were, the open-kneed position was commanded. Too, I felt that it was the one which was right for me, at least before men.
It was the way I was supposed to kneel, and it was the way I would kneel, I decided, even before free women, if a man were present, unless he ordered me to kneel differently. It was to men that I belonged, not women. Let them rant! Let them cry out with rage. I was proud to belong to men, to men such as those of this world! I would thus, rightfully, and joyously, kneel before them as what I was, a woman, and their slave."

Book 22, Dancer of Gor, pages 85 - 86

Kajiri
"In the darkness I sensed her, and her lips, but an inch from my own.
She had not deigned to move.
To my horror, timidly, fearing and hesitant, I felt my lips lift them to those of my beautiful mistress, and, in the darkness, touch them.
'Slave,' said she, with contempt.
I put my head back to the woven rence that formed the floor of the hut.
'Yes,' I said, 'I am a slave.'
'Whose?' she queried.
'Telima's,' I said.
She laughed. 'Tomorrow,' she said, 'I will put you up at stake, to be a prize for girls.'
I said nothing.
'Say, I am pleased,' she said.
'Please!' I said.
'Say it,' she said.
'I am pleased,' I said.
'Say now,' said she, 'I am a pretty slave.'
My wrists and ankles fought the marsh vine.
She laughed. 'Do not struggle,' she said. 'Also,' she added, 'there is no point. Telima ties well.'
It was true.
'Say it,' said she.
'I cannot,' I begged.
'Say it,' said she.
'I-I am a pretty slave,' I said.
I threw back my head and cried out with misery.
I heard her soft laugh. In the darkness I could see the outline of her head, could feel her hair on my shoulder. Her lips, still, were but an inch from mine.
'I will now teach you the fate of a pretty slave,' she said.
Suddenly, her hands in my hair, she thrust her lips savagely down on mine and, to my horror, my lips met hers, but could not withstand them and I felt her head forcing mine down and I felt her teeth cut into my lips and I tasted blood, my own, in my mouth, and then, insolently, her tongue thrust into my mouth, possessively, forcing mine, as it would, from its path, and then, after some Ehn, withdrawing her tongue, she bit me, as I cried out in pain, diagonally across the mouth and lips, marks of my mistress's teeth, evidence of her conquest of me, would be visible in my body.
I was shattered.
I had been given the kiss of the Mistress to the male slave.
'You will move as I direct,' she said.
In the darkness, shattered, bound, mouth swollen, I heard her with horror.
Then she mounted me, and used me for her pleasure. "

Book 6, Raiders of Gor, pages 37 - 38

"Holding half the rence cake in her mouth she unrolled her sleeping mat and then, as she had the night before, she unlaced her tunic and slipped it off over her head. She threw it to the corner of the hut, on her left, near her feet. She sat on the sleeping mat and finished the rence cake. Then she wiped her mouth with her arm, and slapped her hands together, freeing them of crumbs.
Then she unbound her hair, shaking it free.
Then she reclined on the mat, facing me, resting on her right elbow. Her left knee was raised. She looked at me.
'Serve my pleasure,' she said."

Book 6, Raiders of Gor, page 46

"This is perhaps because many male silk slaves are chosen to be male silk slaves not because they are weak or like women, but because they are not; it is only that they are men, and often true men, who must serve women, totally, in the same fashion that a slave female is expected to serve a free master.
To be sure, it is also true, and should be admitted in all honesty, that many male silk slaves are rather feminine; some women prefer this type, perhaps because they fear true men; from such a silk slave they need not fear that they may suddenly be turned upon, and tied, and taught to be women.
Most women, however, after a time, find this type of silk slave a banality and a bore; charm and wit can be entertaining, but, in time, if not conjouined with intellect and true masculine power, they are likely to wear thin.
The feminine type of male silk slave, incidentally, for better or for worse, is seldom selected for breeding purposes. Gorean slave breeders, perhaps benighted in this respect, prefer what they take to be health to what they think of as sickness, and what they take to be strength to what they deem weakness."

Book 17, Savages of Gor, page 69

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