"High on the beach, I saw two pairs of sloping beams. They were high, large and heavy structures. The feet of the beams were planted widely, deeply, in the sand; at the top, where they sloped together, they had been joined and pegged. They were rather like the English letter "A," though lacking the crossbar. Within each "A," her wrists bound by wrapped and taut leather to heavy rings set in the sloping sides, there hung a girl, her full weight on her wrists. Each wore the brief skins of the forest panthers. They were panther girls, captured. Their heads were down, their blond hair falling forward. Their ankles had been tied rather widely apart, each fastened by leather to iron rings further down the beams. It was an exchange point. It is thus that outlaws, to passing ships, display their wares."
Hunters of Gor (pg 18) |
Some say the Master belt gets its name because it is used sometimes in the disciplining of bond-maids. This seems to be a doubtful origin of the name. It is true, however, questions of the origin of the name aside, that bond-maids, stripped, are often taught obediance under its lash.
Marauders of Gor (pg 51) |
This harsh treatment, incidentally, when she is thought to deserve it, may even be inflicted on a free companion, in spite of the fact that she is free and usually much loved. According to the Gorean way of looking at things a taste of the slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted free woman. Thus when she has been irritable or otherwise troublesome even a Free Companion may find herself at the foot of the couch looking forward to a pleasant night on the stones, stripped, with neither mat nor blanket, chained to the slave ring precisely as though she were a lowly slave girl. It is the Gorean way of reminding her, should she need to be reminded, that she, too, is a woman, and thus to be dominated, to be subject to men. Should she be tempted to forget this basic fact of Gorean life the slave ring set in the bottom of each Gorean couch is there to refresh her memory. Gor is a mans world.
Priest Kings of Gor (pg 67) |
"She could have been, of course, in a deck cage," I said. These are small cages, fastened on deck. At night, and in rough weather they are usually covered with a tarpaulin. This tends to prevent rust.
Explorers of Gor (pg 26) |
I crawled into the sack, and it was pulled up, over my head,
and laced shut I then felt it dragged across the floor. He then lifted it
partly, I now sitting in it, and left it against a wall. He then left The
confinement was not intended to be one of full security, of course. If it had
been, then I would have been bound and gagged within it, that I might be able,
by fingernails or teeth, to attack seams or cut through the leather. Indeed, if
I caused the least bit of damage the slave sack, I had little doubt but what I
would be well whipped, sent in the slave sack is, incidentally, a form of
punishment for a girl. l did not think, that I was being punished I did not know
anything that I had done which might have displeased. As always; as far as I
knew, I had tried to be such to him that he would find me pleasing.
Kajira of Gor (pg 273) |
"I think I will stuff you in the dung sack," I said."
Nomads of Gor (pg 285) |
The girls had set two poles in the sand, and lashed a high crossbar to them. The man's wrists, widely apart, were, by leather binding fiber, fastened to this bar. He was nude. He hung about a foot from the ground. His legs had been widely spread and tied to the side poles.
Hunters of Gor (pg 27) |
When one who is a slave strikes a free person the penalty is not infrequently death by impalement, preceded by lengthy torture. Assassins of Gor (pg 74) |
"I went to Targo, trembling, and knelt at his feet... I crossed my wrists beneath me and touched my head to the floor, exposing the bow of my back. It is the submissive posture of a slave girl who is to be punished. It is called Kneeling to the Whip."
Captive of Gor (pg 200) |
'Does Phyllis remember the lash?' asked Flaminius. The girl's eyes widened with fear. 'Yes,' she said.
Assassins of Gor (pg 131) |
Then He said to the bond-maids, "Take her to the whipping post." The bond-maids, laughing, dragged Hilda to the post, stout, of peeled wood, which stood outside the Hall. Ottar, then, with a scrap of binding fiber, crossed and rudely bound, before her body, the wrists of the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar; he then, reaching up, fastened her wrists to the heavy iron ring over her head. Her breasts were against the post; she could not place her heels on the ground. Marauders of Gor (pg 126) |
"What is to be done with us?" demanded Verna. "Curiosity," said Marlenus, "is not becoming in a Kajira. You might be beaten for it." Hunterss of Gor (pg 142) |
"What are you going to do with me and my men?" I demanded. "Bring a whip," said Verna. Mira leaped to her feet. "Curiosity," she said. "Is not becoming in a Kajirus. Hunters of Gor (pg 137) |
"A whip," she said, puzzled. Seeing my interest she brought it towards me. I stepped back. She held it across her body. Its handle was about eighteen inches long. It was white, and trimmed with yellow beads. Depending from this handle, at one end, pliant yellow straps, or lashes. Each was about two and a half feet long, and one and a half inches wide.
Kajira of Gor (pg 43) |
I looked at her, puzzled. "Penalty brands," she said. "They are tiny, but clearly visible. There are various such brands. There is one for lying, and another for stealing."
Captive of Gor (pg 277) |
"Four men held me, naked, near the brazier. I could feel the heat blazing from the cannister. The sky was very blue, the clouds were white. 'Please, no!' I wept. I saw Rask, with a heave glove, draw forth one of the irons from the fire. It reminated in a tiny letter, not more that a quarter of an inch high. The letter was white hot. 'This is a penalty brand,' he said. 'It marks you as a liar.' 'Please, Master!' I wept. I no longer have patience with you,' he said. 'Be marked as what you are.' I screamed uncontrollably as he pressed in the iron, holding it firmly into my leg. Then, after some two to four Ihn, he removed it. I could not stop screaming with pain. I smelled the odor of burned flesh, my own. I began to whimper. I could not breathe. I gasped for breath. Still the men held me. 'This penalty brand,' said Rask of Treve, lifting another iron from the brazier, again with a tiny letter at its glowing termination, 'marks you also as what you are, as a thief.' 'Please, no, Master!' I wept. I could not move a muscle of my left leg. It might as well have been locked in a vise. It must wait for the iron. I screamed again, uncontrollably. I had been branded as a thief. 'This third iron,' said Rask of Treve, 'is, too, a penalty iron. I mark you with this not for myself, but for Ute.' Through raging tears I saw, white hot, the tiny letter. 'It marks you as a traitress,' said Rask of Treve. He looked at me, with fury. 'Be marked as a traitress,' he said. Then he pressed the third iron into my flesh. As it entered my flesh, biting and searing, I saw Ute watching, her face betraying no emotion. I screamed, and wept, and screamed. Still the men did not release me. Rask of Treve lifted the last iron from the fire. It was much larger, the letter at its termination some one and a half inches high. It, too, was white hot. I knew the brand. I had seen it on Ena's thigh. It was the mark of Treve. Rask of Treve decided that my flesh should bear that mark. 'No, Master, please!' I begged him. 'Yes, Worthless Slave,' he said, 'you will wear in your flesh the mark of the city of Treve.' 'Please,' I begged. 'When men ask you,' said he, 'who it was that marked you as a liar and a thief, and traitress, point to this brand, and say, I was marked by one of Treve, who was displeased with me.'" Captive of Gor (pg 310) |
'I will not eat the gruel of bond-maids,' said Aelgifu. 'You will eat it' said the Forkbeard, 'or you will be stripped and put to the oar.' She looked at him in horror.'That will not violate you my pretty' said the Forkbeard. In this punishment the girl, clothed or unclothed, is bound tightly to an oar, hands behind her, her head down, toward the blade. When the oar lifts from the water she gasps for breath, only in another moment to be submerged again. A recalcitrant girl may be kept on the oar for hours. There is also, however some danger in this, for sea sleen and the white sharks of the north occasionally attempt to tear such a girl from the oar. When food is low, it is not unknown for the men of Torvaldsland to use a bond-maid, if one is available on the ship, for bait in such a manner. The least pleasing girl is always used. This practice, of course encourages bond-maids the vie vigorously to please their masters. An Ahn on the oar is usually more than sufficient to make the coldest and proudest of females an obedient, eager-to-please bond-maid. Marauders of Gor (pg 66) |
"Where you ever happy with a master," I asked acidly. "Oh yes," said Ute. Her eyes shone. I looked at her disgustedly. "What happened," I asked. She looked down. "I tried to bend him to my will," she said. "He sold me." Captive of Gor (pg 83) |
"I will be good! I will be good!" I heard a girl cry, from within a low, steel, rectangular box, shoved against the side of the passage, presumably that it would not be in the way. I stopped, startled. It had not occurred to me that a girl could be held within those small confines. Indeed, in the half-darkness of the lamp-lit passage I had hardly noticed the box. It was about four feet long and three feet wide, with a depth of perhaps eighteen inches. It was of steel and opened from the top. In the lid, at each, there was a circle, about five inches in diameter, of penny-sized holes. It was locked shut, secured by two flat, steel bars, perpendicular to its long axis, padlocked, in front, in place. "I will be good!? wept the girl, from within. "It is a slave box," said Hermidorous. "I beg to be pleasing, Masters!" cried the girl from within. "Surely, she must be a very tiny woman," I said, horrified to Drusus Rencius. "She is the foremer Lady Tais of Farnacium," said Hermidorus. "Her house name is Didi. She is, as I recall, a normal-sized slave." "The box is so small," I said. "It is supposed to be small," said Drusus Rencius. "But consider the cramping, the tightness, the girl's helplessness," I said. "Those are among its purposes," he said. "But it is so small!' I protested. "It is not really so small," he said. I looked at him. "It would be, for example," he said, "more than large enough for you"
Kajira of Gor (pg 148) |
The slave goad, unknown in most Gorean cities, is almost never used except by professional slavers, probably because of the great expense involved.
Assassins of Gor (pgs 84-85) |
Then without speaking she flicked on the slave goad and rotated the dial. The tip began to glow brightly. Then suddenly she struck at the three kneeling girls. The charge must have been high, judging by the intense shower of fiery yellow needles of light and the screams of pain from the three girls. Again and again Sura struck and the girls, half stunned, half crazed with pain, seemed unable to even move, but could only scream and. cry. Even Elizabeth, whom I knew was swift and spirited, seemed paralyzed and tortured by the goad. Then Sura dialed the goad down, and turned it off. The three girls lying in pain on the stones looked up at her in fear, even the proud Elizabeth, their bodies trembling, their eyes wide. I read in their eyes, even those of Elizabeth, a sudden terror of the gad. "Fear me," said Sura softly. Flaminius translated. Then Sura turned to Flarninius. "Have them sent to my training room at the sixth Ahn," she said, and turned, and walked away, the slave bells flashing on her ankle.
Assassins of Gor (pg 155) |
The switch is often used on a girl when she is guilty of minor indiscretions or tiny misdemeanors. It is thought a fitting instrument for encouraging a beauty to be more careful or zealous in her service.
Slave Girl of Gor (pg 85) |