Slave Wine

"Slave wine is bitter, intentionally so. Its effects last for more than a Gorean month. I did not wish the females to conceive. A female slave is taken off the slave wine only when it is her master's intention to breed her." Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 32 ~¤~ "From a spout on the vessel, grinning, Gorm filled the golden cup. The liquid swirling in the cup was black. 'Drink,' said the Forkbeard, thrusting the cup into the hands of the slender, blond girl, .... She held the cup. It was decorated; about its sides, cunningly wrought, was a design, bond-maids, chained. A chain design also decorated the rim, and, at five places on the cup, was the image of a slave whip, five-strapped. She looked at the black liquid. 'Drink,' said the Forkbeard. She lifted it to her lips, and tasted it. She closed her eyes and twisted her face. 'It is too bitter,' she wept. She felt the knife of the Forkbeard at her belly. 'Drink,' said he. She threw back her head and drank down the foul brew. She began to cough and weep. The coffle rope was untied from her throat. 'Send her to the branding log,' said the Forkbeard. He thrust the girl down the gangplank, into the arms of the waiting men, who hurried her from the dock. One by one, the prizes of Ivar Forkbeard, even the rich, proud Aelgifu, were forced to down the slave wine. Then they were, one by one, freed from the coffle, and hurried to the branding log." Book 9, Marauders of Gor pages 101 - 102 ~¤~ "She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had had some within the moon, and, indeed, the effect of sip root, in the raw state, in most woman, is three or four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the "second wine." When this is administered she usually knows that she has been selected for crossing with a handsome male slave." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 319 "The active ingredient in breeding wine, or the 'second wine', is a derivative of teslik. In the matter of bitterness of taste there is little to choose from between raw sip root and slave wine, the emulsive qualities of the slave wine being offset to some extent by the strength of the concentrate involved." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 320 " 'Have you had your slave wine?' asked Ina. 'Yes,' I said. This is not really a wine, or an alcoholic beverage. It is called 'slave wine,' I think, for the amusement of the Masters. It is extremely bitter. One draught of the substance is reputed to last until the administration of an appropriate 'releaser.' " '...doses of this foul stuff are usually administered to female slaves at regular intervals, usually once or twice a year.' 'The time to worry,' said Ina, 'is if they decide to make you a breeding slave.' I nodded. 'You must then drink the releaser,' she said. I nodded numbly. 'I have been told it is quite good,' she said. Slave wine makes sense in a slave-holding culture such as Gor. The breeding of slaves, like any sort of domestic animals, and particularly valuable ones, is carefully controlled. As a slave, of course, I could be bred, or crossed, when, and however, my master might see fit. It is the same as with other animals." Book 22, Dancer of Gor, pages 174 - 175 " 'Need I drink that?' I asked, apprehensively. 'Unless you have had slave wine,' he said, 'I have no intention of taking you through the streets clad as you are. Suppose you are raped.' I put the flask, which he had opened, to my lips. Its opening was large enough to drink freely from. 'It is bitter!' I said, touching my lips to it. 'It is the standard concentration, and dosage,' he said, 'plus a little more, for assurance.' Its effect is indefinite, but it is normally renewed annually, primarily for symbolic purposes. I could not believe how bitter it was. I had learned from Susan, whom I had once questioned on the matter, the object. It is prepared from a derivative of sip root. The formula, too, I had learned, at the insistence of masters and slavers, had been improved by the caste of physicians within the last few years. It was now, for most practical purposes, universally effective. Too, as Drusus Rencius bad mentioned, its effects, at least for most practical purposes, lasted indefinitely." Book 19, Kajira of Gor, page 130

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Breeding or Second Wine

"I held the object before her. she regarded it with dismay. 'I have already chewed sip root within the moon,' she said. 'Open your mouth,' I said. 'Yes, Master,' she said. I then thrust the object into her mouth. 'Chew it well,' I said, 'and swallow it, bit by bit.' She grimaced, at the barest taste of the object. 'Begin,' I told her. She began. 'Not so quickly,' I told her, 'More slowly. Very slowly. Very, very slowly. Savor it well.' She whimpered in obedience. She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had had some within the moon, and, indeed, the effect of sip root, in the raw state, in most woman, is three or four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite, usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a slave, in what is called the breeding wine, or the "second wine." When this is administered she usually knows that she has been selected for crossing with a handsome male slave." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 319 "The active ingredient in breeding wine, or the 'second wine', is a derivative of teslik. In the matter of bitterness of taste there is little to choose from between raw sip root and slave wine, the emulsive qualities of the slave wine being offset to some extent by the strength of the concentrate involved." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 320

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Sip Root Not a Drink

" 'Master?' asked Tuka, kneeling, holding the tray. We took the fried maize cakes from the tray. Then the tray was empty, save for one object, a segment of dried root, about two to three inches long and a half inch wide. 'Open your mouth,' said Seibar to Tuka. She did so immediately, unquestioningly. 'This is for you,' he said. She nodded. He broke the root in two and thrust it in her mouth. 'Chew it well,' he said. 'and swallow it, every particle.' She nodded. 'Open your mouth,' he said. She did so. The sip root, every bit of it, was gone. 'You may now take the tray away, and then return,' he said. 'Yes, Master.' she said, happily." Book 18, Blood Brothers of Gor, page 369

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