| ~Explorers of Gor~ Written by John Norman Copyright 1979 by John Norman (Daw Books, Inc.) ~Back Cover~ All the glorious panorama of Earth's planetary twin, barbaric Gor, is present in John Norman's latest novel. When the shield ring of the much feared Kurii falls into the possession of a mysterious black explorer, it becomes vital to the Priest-Kings that Tarl Cabot himself regain that ancient product of an alien science. His quest brings him to the unmapped interior of the great equatorial rain-forests and into new dangers without parallel. Here are jungle kingdoms and tropical trade cities, fierce beasts and fiercer men. And at the heart of this full-bodied Gorean novel is a lost city - and a linkage of the loveliest enemy agents ever lured from the cities of far-off Terra. ~Inside~ "The captured Earth girl is the key to locating the Kur agent," I said. "That is why she must not see our faces nor know in whose power she has been." "Precisely," said Samos. "It is also known that her ship was taken by a Port Kar captain. She cannot be simply released and allowed to proceed on her secret mission. All would then suspect that she had become our decoy, a lure to bring forth the Others' agents." "Still," said Samos,"we must attempt to regain the ring, or at all costs to prevent it falling into the hands of the Kurii." "When the other women prisoners are put upon the slave block, let her be put there with them" I replied. "I will attend the sale in disguise to see who buys her. And then I shall follow where they lead even to the heart of the unexplored jungle........." |
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| "The Gorean alphabet has twenty-eight characters, all of which, I suspect, owe their origin to one or another of the alphabets of Earth. Several show a clear-cut resemblance to Greek letters, for example. Many Gorean letters have a variety of pronunciations, depending on their linguistic context." ~Explorers of Gor, page 9~ "I hear from the chain master," said Samos, "that you have learned the tile dance creditably." The tiny cups and glasses shook on the tray. "I am pleased," she said, "if Krobus should think so." The tile dance is commonly performed on red tiles, usually beneath the slave ring of the master’s couch. The girl performs the dance on her back; her stomach and sides. Usually her neck is chained to the slave ring. The dance signifies the restlessness, the misery, of a love-starved slave girl. It is a premise of the dance that the girl moves and twists, and squirms, in her need, as if she is completely alone, as if her need is known only to herself; then, supposedly, the master surprises her, and she attempts to suppress the helplessness and torment of her needs; then, failing this, surrendering her pride in its final shred, she writhes openly, piteously, before him, begging him to deign to touch her. Needless to say, the entire dance is observed by the master, and this, in fact, of course, is known to both the dancer and her audience, the master. The tile dance, for simple psychological and behavioral reasons, having to do with the submission context and the motions of the body, can piteously arouse even a captured, cold free woman; in the case of a slave, of course, it can make her scream and sob with need. "I hear that you have worked hard to perfect the tile dance," said Samos. "I am only a poor slave," she said. "The last five times you have performed this dance," said Samos, "Krobus tells me that he could not restrain himself from raping you." She put down her head. "Yes, Master," she said, smiling." ~Explorers of Gor, pages 13 & 14~ "The auctioneer did not strike her with his whip. He merely took her arms and lifted them, so that the position chain, attached to each side of the sales collar, lay across her upper arms. Then he had her clasp her hands behind the back of her neck, so that the chain, on each side of the collar, was in the crook of her arms, and she was exposed in such a way that she could be properly exhibited." ~Explorers of Gor, page 35 & 36~ "On Gor a readiness to please men, and an intention to do so, and on their own terms, is expected in any girl one buys. Should a girl prove sluggish in any respect, it is simple to put her under discipline. Eventually, of course a woman learns that to please a man on his own terms is the only thing that can, ultimately, fulfill her own deepest needs, those of the owned, submitting love slave." ~Explorers of Gor, page 39~ “Gorean free women, of course, may do what they wish. The slave girl, on the other hand, does not compete with the master, but serves him.” ~Explorers of Gor, page 39~ "You are sentenced to slavery," he said. "No, no!" she screamed. One of the guards cuffed her across the mouth, snapping her head back. There were tears in her eyes and blood at her lip. "Were you given permission to speak?" asked the praetor. "No, no," she wept, stammering. "Forgive me--Master." ~Explorers of Gor, page 59~ "I saw her with several other girls, behind the rear court of the Silver Collar. They were fishing through wire trash containers. These had been left outside until, later, when the girls had finished with them, when the residues would be thrown into the canals. It was not an act of pure kindness on the part of the attendants at the paga tavern that the garbage had not been flung directly into the canals. I looked at the girls. They were all comely. There were seven of them there, not including the one in whom I was interested. They wore rags of various sorts and colors; they had good legs; they were all barefoot. I saw the blond-haired barbarian standing back. She, apparently, was repulsed by the garbage. She did not wish to touch it. The other girls paid her no attention. Except for her failure to exhibit interest in the garbage she might have been only one she-urt among the others. She was as pretty, and as dirty, as the rest." ~Explorers of Gor, page 62~ "Submit," I told her. She knelt before me, back on her heels, arms extended, head down, between her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. "I submit to you, Master," she said." ~Explorers of Gor, page 74~ ... "Nadu!" he snapped. She swiftly turned, facing him, and dropped to her knees. She knelt back on her heels, her back straight, her hands on her thighs, her head up, her knees wide. It was the position of the pleasure slave" ~Explorers of Gor, page 77~ “Sula, Kajira!" said the man. She slid her legs from under her and lay on her back, her hands at her sides, palms up, legs open." ~Explorers of Gor, page 77~ "Bara, Kajira!" he said. She rolled quickly to her stomach, placing her wrists behind her, crossed, and crossing her ankles, ready to be bound." ~Explorers of Gor, page 77~ ”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 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 house I often rotated the position of first girl among my slaves who were native Goreans. I never made and Earth-girl slave first girl. This is fitting. Let them be always as the slaves of slaves.” ~Explorers of Gor, page 78~ “What is the common purpose of a collar?” “The collar has four common purposes, Master,” she said. “First, it visibly designates me as a slave, as a brand might not, it if should be covered by clothing. Second, it impresses my slavery upon me. Thirdly, it identifies my master. Fourthly__fourthly__” “Fourthly?” he asked. “Fourthly,” she said, “it makes it easier to leash me.” He kicked her in the side. She winced. Her response had been slow." ~Explorers of Gor, page 80~ "Gorean men, on the whole, do not free slaves. The freeing of a girl is almost unheard of. This makes sense. They are not free women. They are belongings, valuables, slaves, treasures. Who discards precious possessions, who surrenders treasures? If the slave girl were worth less perhaps she would be freed more. She is too marvelous to free; and if she is not marvelous, she can be slain. Too, what man who has known the glory and joy of a girl at his feet is likely to wish to exchange that for the inconvenience and bother of a free woman? No, slave girls, for all practical purposes, are not freed. They will remain in one collar or another. Men will have it that way." ~Explorers of Gor, page 90~ "I then threw the second blanket, the top blanket over her, covering her completely. When a blanket or cloak, or covering of any sort, is thrown over a slave like this she may not speak or rise. She must remain as she is, silent, until the master, or some free man, lifts the covering away." ~Explorers of Gor, page 94~ "In denying it we deny our own nature. In betraying it we betray no one but ourselves. The master will never be happy until he is a master. The slave will never be happy until she is a slave. It is what we are." ~Explorers of Gor, page 159~ "She proffered the cup to me. She knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and extended her arms to me, the cup in her hands. “Did you not neglect to kiss it?” I asked her. She drew back the cup and, pressing her lips to it, kissed it. “Is that how a slave kisses the cup of a master?” I asked. She again turned her head to the side and pressed her lips softly, lingeringly, against it. Then she kissed it. I saw a tremor course through her body. I think, then, for the first time, she had begun to understand what it might be truly, to kiss the cup of a master. Then again, kneeling back on her heels, her knees wide, extending her arms to me, the cup in her hands, she proffered me the drink. “Your head should be down, between your arms,” I said. She put her head down." ~Explorers of Gor, page 160~ “Are you white silk?” I asked. “I am a virgin,” she said. “Then you are white silk,” I said." ~Explorers of Gor, page 172~ "Slowly, alone, a paga slave, naked and collared, she approached my table. She knelt there, before me. "Press the cup to your belly,” I told her. She did so. She then held it there, in both hands. "Paga, Master?" she whispered. "Yes," I said. She sobbed. "Kiss the cup," I told her. She lifted the metal cup from her belly and, turning her head to the side, pressed her lips against it. She then kissed it. She then, her knees wide,her arms extended to me, her head down, between her arms, proffered the paga to me. "Your paga, Master," she whispered." ~Explorers of Gor, page 172~ I smiled at her. "This time, and this time alone," I said, "I will give you a choice." "A choice?" she said "A slave’s choice," I told her. "What is it?" she asked. "You may yield--or die," I told her. She looked at me with terror. "I choose to yield, Master," she said "Of course," I said, "you are a slave." "Yes, Master," she said. "Next time," I said, "you will not even be given that choice. It will not be necessary. Your slavery has now been confirmed. You will thenceforth be accorded no choice whatsoever, no alternative, however dire, in the enforcement of your submission upon you." "Yes, Master," she said." ~Explorers of Gor, pages 176 & 177~ "He is Master, and I am Slave. He is owner, and I am owned. He commands, and I obey He is to be pleased, and I am to please, Why is this? Because he is Master and I am Slave." ~Explorers of Gor, page 178 & 179~ "It is hard to be a man," I said, "until one stands in a relation to a woman. and, I suppose, it is hard to be a woman until one stands in a relation to a man." "What relation," she asked, "Master?" "That of the natural order of nature," I said. "Yes, Master," she said. I looked at her. "I cannot know well the nature of your feelings," I said, "but I know, and well, that women are deep as well as beautiful." "We are so different from you," she said. "I fear you will never understand us." "It is doubtless easier to put you on your knees and push the whip to your teeth than it is to understand you," I said. "The man who truly understands us," she laughed, "is the first to put us on our knees and make us kiss the whip." ~Explorers of Gor, page 188~ "Masculinity and femininity are complementary properties," I told her. "If a man wishes a woman to be more feminine, he must be more masculine. If a woman wishes a man to be more masculine, she must be more feminine." ~Explorers of Gor, page 205~ "Meaning of history lies not in the future but in the moment." ~ Explorers of Gor, Page 230~ “You there, “ I said, “crawl to my arms.”...... Yes, Master,” she said..... “Nestle,” I told her. “Yes, Master,” she said. She nestled obediently in the crook of my left arm." ~Explorers of Gor, page 279~ "Master," said the girl. "Yes," I said. "You need not have struck me, earlier this afternoon," she said. "But I suppose that you are the judge of that, for you are the Master," she added, airily. I looked at her. "Surely one needs a reason for striking a slave," she said. "No," I said. "I see," she said, putting her head down. She trembled. "Come here," I said. "Kneel before me, back on your heels." She did so, looking at me. "Master?" she asked. Suddenly I struck her, a fierce blow which flung her, mouth bloodied, to her side in the dirt. I stood up. "Do you see?" I asked. "Yes, Master," she whispered, looking up at me, horrified. "Now kneel before me and kiss my feet," I said, "and thank me for having struck you." Tremblingly, she crawled to me, and knelt before me. She put her head down. I felt her lips on my feet. "Thank you for having struck me, Master" she whispered. She looked up at me. "Do you now understand that you are a slave?" I asked. "Yes, Master," she said. "Do you still think that a Master requires a reason to strike you?" I asked. "No, Master," she said. "And why is that?" I asked. "Because I am a slave," she said." ~Explorers of Gor, page 295~ "The whore," I said, "is a free woman. Do not presume, in your insolence, lest you be cut to pieces, to compare yourself with her. She is a thousand times higher than you. You are a thousand times lower than she. She is free. You are slave." ~Explorers of Gor, page 314~ "Yes, my dear, you are legally an animal. In the eyes of Gorean law you are an animal. You have no name in your own right." ~Explorers of Gor, page 316~ "The slave girl must honestly expose her needs," I said. "The hypocrisy of the free woman, her concealment, her subterfuges, her lies, are not permitted to the female slave." "Oh, Master, " she wept, miserably. "Are you prepared to perform?" I asked. "Do not so violate the privacy of a girl's dreams!" she begged. "You have no privacy," I said. "You belong to me." ~Explorers of Gor, page 328~ "Then she lay back, her shoulders in the dirt, and pressing against the earth with her small feet, piteously lifted before me, for my examination, and seizure, if I pleased, the deep belly of her, the sweet cradle of her slave’s heat." ~Explorers of Gor, page 329~ "You are a slave," I said. "You will be given no choice but to manfest your total womanhood to your master, in all its full vulnerability and beauty." ~Explorers of Gor, page 336~ “I cut a length from the red bark cloth, about five feet in length and a foot in width. I wrapped it about the sweetness of her slave hips and tucked it in. I pushed it down so that her navel might be well revealed. It is called the “slave belly” on Gor. Only slave girls, on Gor, reveal their navels.” ~Explorers of Gor, page 334~ "Is she free?" asked Ayari. "No," said Kisu. "Have her put her arms over her head, wrists back to back," said Ayari. "Do so," said Kisu. Tende complied. “How lovely that is,” said Kisu …………. The lovely posture which Tende had just assumed was undeniably one of the initial postures of certain slave dances. It is widely known on Gor. …………. No free woman, for example, would dare to place herself in such a position before Gorean free men, unless perhaps, weary of her misery and frustration, she was begging them, almost explicitly, to put her in a collar. There are many stories of Gorean free women, sometimes of high caste, who, as a lark or in a spirit of bold play, dared to dance in a paga tavern. Often, perhaps to their horror, they found themselves that very night hooded and gagged, locked in close chains, lying on their back, their legs drawn up, fastened in a wagon, chained by the neck and ankles, their small bodies bruised on its rough boards as they, helpless beneath a rough tarn blanket, are carried through the gates of their city." ~Explorers of Gor, page 342~ "Free women, in being free, command attention when they speak. It is their due." ~Explorers of Gor, page 354~ “You are slave. In actual practice, of course, masters tend to pay a great deal of attention to the thoughts and feelings of their lovely slaves. It is rewarding and delicious to do so. How wonderful it is to know another human being so intimately, especially one owns. There are no secrets between masters and slaves. Her deepest thoughts and desires, as well as her most trivial fancies and observations, are open to him and, because he owns her, of great interest to him. A man is much more likely to be intensely fond of a girl he owns than of a free individual toward whom he stands in a mere contractual relationship. The latter he does not own; the former he does. The owned girl is a valuable; she is precious; this makes her much different from a business partner. For what it is worth, the most intimate and deepest loves I have known have been between masters and their slaves, that between the love master and their love slave." "But the woman is still a slave," she said. "Yes," I said, "totally and categorically. She may even be sold, if he wills." "The attention and love such a girl obtains," she said, "need not be accorded to her." "No," I said. "It is a gift of the master." ~Explorers of Gor, page 354~ "The case with slaves, of course, is much different from that of free women, either those of Gor or Earth. Their names are simply given to them, as the names of animals. They may be altered or changed at will. Indeed, sometimes a slave is not even given a name. The names a slave wears, of course, are functions of the master's pleasure. They can own a name no more than they can own anything else. It is they who are owned. Some masters have favorite names for girls. Some masters may reward a hard-working girl with a lovely name; others may torment a slave who has been insufficiently pleasing with a cruel or ugly name. Most girls, of course, are given beautiful and exciting slave names, for the masters wish the girl, too, to be beautiful and exciting. She is, after all, a slave. ………… Needless to say, a slave girl, as she changes collars, may change names. Most girls, in passing from the hands of one master into those of another, will have had various names." ~Explorers of Gor, Pages 365 & 366~ “A free woman’s name, of course, tends to remain constant. A Gorean free woman does not change her name in the ceremony of the Free Companionship. She remains who she was. In such a ceremony two free individuals have elected to become companions. The Earth woman, as a consequence of certain mating ceremonials, may change her last name. The first and other names, however, tend to remain constant. From the Gorean point of view the wife of Earth occupies a status which is higher than that of the slave but lower than that of the Free Companion.” ~Explorers of Gor, page 365~ "Free Gorean women, incidentally, enjoy a prestige and status which, it seems to me, is higher than that of the normal Earth woman." ~Explorers of Gor, Page 459~ "Submit," I said. Swiftly she knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and lifted and extended her arms, wrists crossed, as though for binding. Her head was down, between her arms. "I submit myself, fully, and as a slave," she said." ~Explorers of Gor, page 460~ |
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