| "Some Gorean “coaches,” and fee carts, not many, are slung on layers of leather. This gives a reasonably smooth ride but the swaying, until one accommodates oneself to it, can induce nausea, in effect, seasickness. This seems to be particularly the case with free women, who are notoriously delicate and given to imaginary complaints." ~Renegades of Gor, page 19~ "To be perfectly fair, however, most Goreans, and not just free women, will prefer the simple, jolting progress of a springless wagon to the often more rapid progress of a leather-slung fee cart." ~Renegades of Gor, page 20~ “They had a typical free woman's misconception of what was involved in total female slavery. The slave is owned. She does not bargain. She owes all the to the Master, and gives all to the Master. She strives to be fully pleasing, in all ways, and hopes desperately that she will prove so. Perhaps they would learn that sometime.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 44~ Free women technically are priceless, they are also, usually, in bed, worthless. They are not worthy of holding candles within a thousand pasangs of a slave. To be sure, they commonly hold an inflated opinion of their expertise and desirability.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 63~ “We are all free women. Men, some sorts of men, will save us. Men, some sorts, cannot so much as stand to see a tear in a woman's eye. To such men it is unthinkable that we might bear the consequences of our actions.” ”Do you think I am such a man?” I asked. ”No,” she said, “else I would have petitioned redemption from you.” ”Men such as those of whom you speak,” I said, “those who are so solicitous, so kindly, those who are so eager to render you succor, who will strive so desperately to help you, and please you, do they stir you deeply in your belly?” ”I am a free woman.” she said. “We do not consider such things.” ~Regades Of Gor, pages 64 & 65~ “The slave girl is in a totally different category from the Free Woman. It is the difference between being a person and being property, between being a respected, legally automonous entity, entitled to dignity and pride, and being a domestic animal. The same fellow who will go to absurd lengths to please a free woman, and even make a fool of himself over her, will, even with the same woman, if she has been enslaved, simply gesture her with his whip, and without a second thought, to the furs.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 65~ “She knelt near the table, put the tray on the floor, umbidden performed obeisance and then, as though submissively, put the tray on the table, and put the paga, in a small kantharos, and the breat on its trencher, before me.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 71~ “Please!” she cried. “Have mercy!” ~Renegades of Gor, page 72~ “I did not look up. Warriors, of course, are trained to rely upon peripheral vision. If he approached me too closely, coming within a predetermined critical distance, I could dash the paga upward into his eyes and wrench the table up and about, plunging one of the legs into his diaphragm. Then in a moment I could have him under my foot or upon my sword. Some authorities recommend breaking the kantharos into shards on the face, raking the target above the bridge of the nose with the rim. This can be even more dangerous with a metal goblet. Many civilians, I believe, do not know why certain warriors, by habit, request their paga in metal goblets when dining in public houses.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 77~ “The wholeisticality of the female's response is an interesting one. Their response is a whole, physical, emotional and intellectual. Men have sex; women are sex. “ ~Renegades Of Gor, page 101~ “The newcomer, it seemed, had had some paga, perhaps a second or third kantharos. I wondered if he had paid for them.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 104~ “Coin girls were a form of street slave, usually sent into the streets around dusk by their masters, who commonly own several of them, with a chain on their neck, to which would be attached normally, a bell, to call attention to their whereabouts, and a small, locked coin box. And woe to the girl who returns without coins jangling in the box! ~Renegades of Gor, page 107~ “I wish you well,” I said to the attendant. “I wish you well!” called the attendant, clinging then to a stanchion of the tarn gate. ~Renegades of Gor, page 137~ “Something of the same joy of the rider, and mystique of the rider, exists on Gor in connection with the tarn as it existed on Earth in connection with the horse. For example, if you have thrilled to the movements and the power of a fine steed, you have some conception of what it is to be aflight on tarnback. There is the wind, the sense of the beast, the speed, the movements, now in all dimensions, the climb, the dive, soaring, turning, all in the freedom of the sky! There is here, too, a oneness of man and beast.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 138~ “She built up the fire. I watched her. She unfolded and adjusted a single-bar cooking rack, placing it over the fire. From this she suspended a kettle of water. The single bar, which may be loosened in its rings, and has a handle, may also function as a spit.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 150~ “The whip is good for us," she said. "Perhaps it is hard for you to understand that, as your are not a woman. It makes our womanhood a hundred times more meaningful. The essential point here is not being whipped, of course, which hurts, but being subject to the whip, and being truly subject to it. You see the distinction, I am sure. We know that men are by nature sovereign over us. That comprehension requires no great insight. Accordingly, men must then either fulfill their nature, or deny it, and in denying their nature, deny us ours, for ours is the complement to theirs. Accordingly we despise men who surrender their natural sovereignty. Surely we would not be so stupid, would not be such weaklings and fools as to do that, if we were men. It would be too valuable and glorious a thing to give up. Its surrender would be a tragedy. But we are not men! We are women, and want, truly, with everything in our hearts and bellies, to be women, and we cannot be women truly if men are not truly men! Lay down the whip, and we will attack you, and undermine you, and use your laws, institutions and rhetorics to destroy you, inch by inch. Lift it, and we will lick our feet in gratitude. Own us, dominate us! Enslave us, properly, so that we may love you as a women are meant to love, wholly and irreservedly, totally, without a thought for ourselves!" ~Renegades Of Gor, page 157~ “We could hear the pleasure cries of a woman a few tents away. “What do you think he is doing to her?” she asked. “Mastering her,” I said. “Do you think she is tied?” she asked. “Probably,” I said. She looked down, shuddering, blushing. The intensification of sexual pleasure, both physically and psychologically, by the application of selected restraints is well known.” ~Renegades of Gor, page 158~ “You are protecting me,” she said. “You are sheltering me. You are a true gentleman! You pretend not to be, but you are a true gentleman! Oh! No! What are you doing? I am on my belly! Only a slave is had in this position! No! Oh! Oh!” “Do you still think I am a gentleman?” I inquired. “No,” she said. “What am I then?” I asked. “My master,” she said. ~Renegades of Gor, page 228~ We could hear the pleasure cries of a woman a few tents away. “What do you think he is doing to her?” she asked. “Mastering her,” I said. “Do you think she is tied?” she asked. “Probably,” I said. She looked down, shuddering, blushing. The intensification of sexual pleasure, both physically and psychologically, by the application of selected restraints is well known. ~Renegades of Gor, page 158~ “Better these fellows had been running about the windy corners of the markets, looking for the veils to blow about the faces of the women or pursuing slave girls, pulling up their brief skirts, playing “Brand guess”. ~Renegades of Gor, page 266~ "The uncollared slave is not then a free woman but only a slave who is not then in a collar." ~Renegades of Gor, page 273~ “The slave cannot free herself. She can be freed only by an owner. The condition of slavery does not require the collar, or the brand, or an anklet, bracelet or ring, or any such overt sign of bondage. Such things, as symbolic as they are, as profoundly meaningful as they are, and as useful as they are for marking properties, identifying masters, and such, are not necessary to slavery. They are, in effect, though their affixing can legally effect imbondment, ultimately, in themselves, tokens of bondage, and are not to be confused with the reality itself. The uncollared slave is not then a free woman but only a slave who is not then in a collar. Similarly a slave is still a slave even if her brand could be made to magically disappear or, if she has been made a slave in some other way, if she has not yet been branded. Indeed, some masters, somewhat foolishly, I think, dally in the branding of their slaves. Indeed, some, perhaps the most foolish, do not brand them at all. Such girls, however, when they come into the keeping of new masters, usually discover that oversight is promptly remedied.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 273~ "Warriors, it is said in the codes, have a common Home Stone. Its name is battle." ~Renegades of Gor, page 343~ "In Ar's Station," he said, "as in Ar, robes of concealment, precisely, are not legally obligatory for free women, no more than the veil. Such things are more a matter of custom. On the other hand, as you know, there are statutes prescribing certain standards of decorum for free women. For example, they may not appear naked in the streets, as may slaves. Indeed, a free woman who appears in public in violation of these standards of decorum, for example, with her arms or legs too much bared, may be made a slave." ~Renegades of Gor, page 367~ “The principle he had alluded to pertains to conduct in a free woman which is taken as sufficient to warrant her reduction to slavery. The most common application of this principle occurs in areas such as fraud and theft. Other applications may occur, for example, in cases of indigency and vagrancy. Prostitution, rare on Gor because of female slaves, is another case. The women are taken, enslaved, cleaned up and controlled. Indulgence in sensual dance is another case. Sensuous dance is almost always performed by slaves on Gor. A free woman who performs such dancing publicly is almost begging for the collar. In some cities the sentence of bondage is mandatory for such a woman.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 372~ She then turned again, on her knees, to face Aemilianus “I am a slave!” she cried, prostrating herself before him, her chained wrists under her thighs. “Forgive me, Master! Have mercy on me, Master!” ~Renegades of Gor, page 375~ “Swords are often drawn on Gor over women, and particularly over lovely slaves. Women are prizes, perfections and treasures. It is no wonder that men fight over them with ferocity. Wars have been fought to recover a stolen slave.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 397~ “Then by all means,” she said, “I plead for mercy!” “But will it be shown to you?” I asked. “I do not know, Master,” she whispered. ~Renegades of Gor, page 402~ “The larma is luscious. It has a rather hard shell but the shell is brittle and easily broken. Within, the fleshy endocarp, the fruit, is delicious, and very juicy. Sometimes, when a woman is referred to as a “larma,” it is suggested that her hard or frigid exterior conceals a rather different sort of interior, one likely to be quite delicious.” ~Renegades Of Gor, page 437~ |
| ~Renegades of Gor~ Written by John Norman (Copyright 1986 by John Norman) (Daw Books, Inc.) ~Back Cover~ As the bloody tide of war spread over Gor, Tarl Cabot, outcast by the Priest-Kings, became deeply enmeshed in the military combat between the empire of Ar and the invaders from Cos. His fate would depend upon which proved victorious in the coming confrontation at Ar's besieged river port. And it looked like Tarl himself might prove the deciding factor that would tip the scales of destiny for one side or the other... With Renegades of Gor, all the complexity and intrigue of John Norman's saga comes together to create an adventure replete with danger, excitement, and romance in the unforgettable realm of Gor---where courage remains meaningful, and pride and honor have never been forgotten. ~Inside~ A solitary warrior with his sword sheathed approached me. "Do not come closer," I told him, my own weapon in hand. "The day belongs to Cos," he said. "Thus what you have done here has gone for naught." I did not respond. "It is speculated that you are not of Ar's station--that you are a mercenary." the Cosian said. "Cos has use of such. I come on behalf of the commander of the north. He is pleased with your work, though it has been at his own cost. I have here a purse of gold. Contract your sword to Cos and it is yours." "I am not taking fee today. " answered Tarl Cabot. "With the gold comes a command and women, slaves trained to please in all ways, domestic and lascivious." "I am not taking fee today." I said. "But what of the women?" he asked. "I will take my own." I said. |
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