| Quotes from the Novels on Gor Page 2 |
| By John Norman |
| No Kill-No Capture Zone |
Tarnsman Of Gor
"One who speaks of Home Stones should stand, for matters of honor are involved, and honor is respected in the barbaric codes of Gor."
Tarnsman Of Gor
"It is sometimes said that any city can fall, behind the walls which can be placed a tharlarion laden with gold. The choice between riches and death is one that few men will ponder at length."
Tarnsman Of Gor
"In the barbaric world of Gor, the Robes of Concealment are deemed necessary to protect the women from the binding fibers of roving Tarnsman. Few warriors will risk their lives to capture a women who may be as ugly as a Tharlarion. Better to steal slaves, where the guilt is less, and the charms of the captive are more readily ascertainable in advance."
Tarnsman Of Gor
"Without this, he said, touching the blade, there is nothing-- no justice, no civilization, no society, no community, no peace. Without the sword there is nothing. Before the sword he said, there is no right, no wrong, only fact--a world of what is and what is not, rather than a world of what should be and should not be. There is no justice until the sword creates it, establishes it, guarantees it, gives it substance and significance. He lifted the weapon, wielding the heavy metal blade as though it were a straw. First the sword--he said, then government--then law--then justice."
Outlaw of Gor
"For Goreans a city is almost a living thing, or more than a living thing. It is an entity with a history, as stones and rivers do not have history; it is an entity with a tradition, a heritage, customs, practices, character, that he is of Ar, or Ko-ra-ba, he is doing a great deal more than informing you of his place of residence."
Outlaw of Gor
"At such a time a man may not be spoken to, for according to the Gorean way of thinking pity humiliates both he who pities and he who is pitied. According to the Gorean way, one may love but may not pity."
Outlaw of Gor
"Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean Master, though strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will be an easy one. She will almost never encountered sadism or wanton cruelty, for the psychological environment that tends to breed these diseases is largely absent from Gor. This does not mean that she will not expect to be beaten if she disobeys, or fails to please her Master."
Outlaw of Gor
"The average Gorean Male , it must be admitted, tends to regard the joys of life somewhat more highly than its duties."
Outlaw of Gor
"Upon reflection it seemed clear to me that the chain must, in the end, be a lonely place for a girl, filled with life, knowing that her brand has destined her for love, that each of them must long for a man to care enough for them to buy them, that each must long to follow a man home to his compartments, wearing his collar and chains, where they will learn his strength and his heart and will be taught the delights of submission. Better the arms of a Master then the cold steel of the ankle ring."
Priest-Kings of Gor
Once asked of a Gorean mountain larl hunter of Ar why even hunt the beast? Replied:
"Because it is beautiful, and dangerous, and because we are Goreans."
Priest-Kings of Gor
"Gold has no Caste" a common saying among the Merchants of Gor.
"I would allow _vika to share the great stone couch, its sleeping pelts, and silken sheets.
This is unusual, however, for normally the Gorean slave girl sleeps at the foot of her Masters couch, often on a straw mat with only a thin, cotton like blanket, woven from the soft fibers of the rep plant, to protect her from the cold.
If she has not pleased her Master of late, she may be, of course, as a discipline measure, simply chained nude to the slave ring in the bottom of the couch, sans both blanket and mat. The stones of the floor are hard and the Gorean nights are cold and it is a rare girl who, when unchained in the morning, does not seek more dutifully to serve her Master.
This harsh treatment, incidently, 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 though to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted free companions."
Priest-Kings of Gor
"Of custom, a slave girl may not even ascend the couch to serve her Masters pleasure. The point of this restriction, I suppose, is to draw a clear distinction between her status and that of a free companion. At any rate the dignities of the couch are, by custom, reserved for the free companion.
When the Master wishes to make use of a chamber that they may not be disturbed. Then with his own hand he throws upon the stone floor of his chamber, luxurious love furs, perhaps from the larl itself and commands her to them."
Nomads of Gor
"One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone."
Nomads of Gor
"On Gor the myths have it that only the women who has been an utter slave can truly be free. It has nothing to do I think with what women is actually slave or free, has little to do with simplicity of chains or the kollar, or the brand. It means that only the women who has utterly surrendered--and can utterly surrender--losing herself in a mans touch--can be truly a women, in being what she is, is then free."
Nomads of Gor
"The Gorean myths have it, that the women longs for this identity--to be herself in being his--if only for the moment of paradox in which she is slave and thus freed."
Nomads of Gor
"So you are stronger than I, she scoffed. It means nothing!
I then began to kiss her foot, and the inside of her ankle, beneath the bone, and she trembled momentarily.
Let me go! She cried.
But I only kissed her, holding her, my lips moving to the back of her leg, low where it joins the foot, where an ankle ring would be locked.
A true man, she cried out suddenly, would not behave so! No! A true man is gentle, kind, tender, respectful at all times, sweet and solicitous! That is a true man!
I smiled at her defenses, so classical, so typical of the modern, unhappy, civilized female, desperately frightened of being truly a woman in a mans arms, trying to decide and determine manhood not by the nature of man and his desire, and her nature as the object of that desire, but by her own fears, trying to make man which she would find acceptable, trying to remake him in her own image.
You are a female I said casually I do not accept your definition of man."
Nomads of Gor
" She is beautiful said Elizabeth.
Yes, I said she is. Then I looked at Elizabeth You too are beautiful.
She looked up at me, smiling. I know, she said.
Vain wench I said.
A Gorean girl, she said Need not pretend to be plain, when she knows she is beautiful.
That is true I admitted. But where, I asked did you come by the notion that you are beautiful?
My Master told me she sniffed, and my Master does not lie--does he?
Not often I said, in particularly not about matter of such importance.
And I have seen men look at me, she said, and I know that I would bring a good price."
Assassin of Gor
"These girls are not much good yet, said Ho-Tu. They are only in their forth month of their training. It is good for them to get the practice, hearing and seeing men respond to them. That is the way to learn what truly pleases men. In the end, I say, it is men who teach women to dance."
Assassin of Gor
"I turned up the lamp and noted that the floor of the compartment had been washed down with sponge and towel, that the chest and cabinets had been dusted and straightened, that cleaned furs laid neatly folded on the stone couch I had insisted that the girl keep the compartment spotless. I think it was not so much that I minded an occasional bit of silk laying on the floor as that I derived great pleasure from the fact that the lovely slave must keep my quarters. Puttering around, dusting, a cloth about her hair, serving me with these small domesticities, was a sight I relished, she had the temerity to suggest that such chores be shared but, when threatened with thong and slave ring, she irritably understood that she must conform to my wishes. Interestingly, after learning that she would be forced to do these things, and alone, she had been unusually submissive, responsive, passionate. Women I suspected, even proud, beautiful, intelligent women, secretly wish their men to be strong, and upon occasion to prove it to them, commanding them as mere females, giving them no choice but to do precisely as he wishes."
Assassin of Gor
"The training of a slave girl, like the training of an animal, tends to be a grueling task, calling for patience, time, good judgement, and sternness."
Assassin of Gor
"All three girls, in the last week, were taught certain standard answers to certain standard questions put to them by Flaminius, whether they agreed with them are not. These questions, to which simple, standard, memorized were to be promptly volunteered, where put to them over and over, until they, responded without thinking. Certain of these questions and answers, suggesting their nature, would be:
Q: What are you?
A: I am a slave girl.
Q: What is a slave girl?
A: A girl who is owned.
Q: Why do you wear a brand?
A: To show that I am owned.
Q: Why do you wear a kollar?
A: That men may know who owns me.
Q: What does a slave girl want more than anything?
A: To please men.
Q: What do you want more than anything?
A: To please men
There is, beyond these, and entire set of questions and answers, some of them considerably more detailed, involving standard responses to simple questions pertaining to such matters as history and psychology."
Assassin of Gor
"I myself, in spite of my predicament, found myself being awestruck, again and again, by the beauty, the performances, the dances of the girls who were, lot by lot, brought before us. How beautiful are women, how fantastic, how tormenting, how superb how marvelous, how excruciating madding, and beautiful and marvelous they are!!"
Raiders of Gor
"I mean you and your people no harm, I want only as much of your marsh as the width of my craft, and that only for as long as it takes to pass. This is a paraphrase of a saying common on Gor, given by passing strangers to those through who's territories they would travel: Only the span of the wings of my tarn, only the girth of my tharlarion, only the width of my body and no more, and that for the time it takes to pass."
Captive of Gor
An old Gorean Saying...
"Only a fool would buy a woman clothed!"
Captive of Gor
"Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira, you might be beaten for it."
Captive of Gor
"They were wild men of the Cast of Warriors, who spent much of their time in the taverns, fighting and gambling and drinking, while slave girls, excited and with shinning eyes, served them and pressed about them, begging to be noticed and ordered to the alcoves. It was no wonder that some men, even warriors, hated and envied the arrogant, regal Tarnsman, one night rich, the next impoverished, always at the elbow of adventure, and war and pleasure, wearing their pride and their manhood in their walk, in the steel at their side and the look in their eyes."
Captive of Gor
"The Turian camisk is worn tightly, it is said that only a man know how to tie a Turian camisk on a girl properly. There are many such sayings on Gor."
Captive of Gor
"Sometimes I thought angrily of girls on Earth, many of them, who too, where slave girls, but had not learned this, and who, presumably, would never do so. I thought of them, dressing for men, trying to please them, though not much caring for them, to advance themselves in powers and luxuries, using their bodies and minds, their smiles, and glances and words, and touched, clumsily, not having been trained, to obtain their desires of foolish, starved men. These were girls not caring for men, who employed the needs of men, without penalty, intelligently to their own profit. Smile at a man of Earth and he will be grateful; pretend to be willing to please a man of Earth and he will do anything for you. You may use them, such needful weaklings, to rise in the million strata of your intricate society, to climb, to ingratiate, insinuate yourself swiftly, expertly, into the high, warm, comfortable, luxurious places, in your busy, impersonal, complex, loveless, anxious world. You will make them pay well for your favors. Such an exploitative, indifferent girl on Gor, might simply be carried off and enslaved. She would find her favors were not hers to dispense, at her own pleasure and to her own profit, but his to command, as he was pleased to do so. Gorean men are not so easily fooled as the men of Earth. Gorean men do not choose to be dominated, but to dominate, to be the Master."
Hunters of Gor
"Rim and Thurnock had taken the kajirae to the alcoves. I stayed at the table and was served a cup of paga, and I drank it slowly, waiting for them. They would be in no hurry. Gorean men do not."
Hunters of Gor
"I wondered how she would relish her new duties. I wondered is Sarpedon would have beaten her, for concealing from him her skills. It is quite probable, she would look well, when not carrying paga, dancing in the sand. A slave girl is not permitted to conceal anything from her Master. She is his. She must be completely open to him, in all ways, and at all times."
Hunters of Gor
"How hard it must be, to be a woman, I thought. She, noble creature, so marvelous in her temptations and beauties, with the excellence of her mind and the determined prides of her heart, how strange that she, so much prizing her freedom, is made whole only as it is ruthlessly swept from her, that the true totality of her response, the fullness of her ecstasy is the yielding and the surrender, and the more delicious and incontrovertible the more complete.
The Goreans claim that in each woman there is a free companion, proud and beautiful, worthy and noble, and in each, too, a slave girl. The companion seeks for her companion; the slave girl for her Master. It is further said, that on the couch, the Gorean girl, whether slave or free, who has had the experience, who has tried all loves, begs for a Master. She wishes to belong completely to a man, withholding nothing, permitted to withhold nothing. And, of course, of all women, only a slave girl may truly belong to a man, only a slave girl can truly be his, in all ways, utterly, totally, completely, his, selfless, at his mercy, his ecstatic slave, helpless and joyous in the total submission which she is given no choice but to yield."
Hunters of Gor
"One does not inform slaves of the plans of Masters. Slaves are deliberately kept uninformed, and ignorant. It increases their dependence, their helplessness. They do not know what is to be done with them. They do not know whence they may be herded, or what they may be forced to do. Leave them alone, it is said, with their ignorance and their fears. It is enough for the Master to know what is to be done with them. In time the slave will learn. That will be soon enough."
Hunters of Gor
"Marlenus sat down cross legged. He looked on her intently. He studied her. He gave her great attention. I knew on earth many men did not know their wives. They did not truly look upon them. Never, truly, had they seen them. But a Gorean Master will know every inch, and care for every inch, of one of his slave girls. He will know every hair, every sweet blemish of her. In a way she is nothing to him, for she is only slave. But in another way she is very important to him. She is one of his women. He will know her. He will want to know her completely, every inch of her body, every inch of her mind. Nothing less will satisfy him. She is his property. He will choose to know his property thoroughly."
Hunters of Gor
"Incidentally, brilliant and imaginative women, perticularly if beautiful and high born, are avidly sought in Gorean slave markets. High intelligence and imagination, perhaps interestingly from the point of view of a man from earth, are highly prized in women by Gorean men. Indeed, a woman who is known to be intelligent and imaginative will bring a much higher price than some duller, but more beautiful, sister in bondage. Gorean men, unlike many men of Earth, have very little interest in stupid women. The ideal candidate for the Gorean slaver's snare ia a highly intelligent, beautiful, imaginative women, one who is strong willed, proud and free. It is such women that Goreans enjoy making slaves."
Hunters of Gor
"The Gorean slave girl knows who she is, the utter property of her Master. Her condition, though abject, is honest. No one lies to her about it, not even she herself. She knows she is owned, and must do as she is told. She knows she is a woman, and must behave as one. She knows she is a slave female, and, in all things must be female and slave. Should she forget this, punishment will remind her.
The Gorean slave girl, if nothing else, is commonly no strangers to love. She is not permitted to be. She is at a man's beck and call and, accordingly, willingly or not, will be taught love. If necessary she will learn it under the whip writhing in chains."
Hunters of Gor
"I will give you a new name."
She nodded, miserably. Her old name, her old identity, had been taken from her forever. Her new name, though in sound the same, was not her old. Between them there was a difference of worlds, a gulf wider than the dividing planets. Her old name had been hers as a free person, publicly registered, legally certified, historically identified with her throughout her life, until her capture by slavers. It had been a proud, intimate possession, giving her pleasure and dignity. It had ennobled her. It has served, with other properties, to distinguish her as a precious person, a unique individual, among all others on the planet Earth. When asked who she was, it was with that name that she would answer. That was who she was. Then that name was taken from her. She was only an animal in bondage. Her name might be changed, or altered, as often as a Master wished. Indeed, he need not even give her a name. Changing a girl's name, or taking it away, are common modes of Gorean slave discipline."
Hunters of Gor
"I had brought back no furs for her or the other slaves. When she grew too miserable she would creep to my side for warmth. I would then use her. Her responses were becoming rapid, deep, and organic, almost spontaneous. A slave girl is best either when she is often used, or when she has deliberately, for some time, deprived. A free woman may go days or weeks without the touch of her companion. For a slave girl, who has learned her collar, this would be unspeakable misery. Two nights without a Master's touch would be agony for her. Slave pens are often filled with girls, second and third collar girls, begging to be sold."
Hunters of Gor
"Goreans do believe, that every woman has a natural Master or set of Masters, with respect to who she could not help but be a complete and passionate slave girl. These men occur in her dreams and fantasies. She lives in terror that she might meet one in real life. Further, of course, if a girl should be enslaved, her slavery is supported by the entire Gorean culture. In such a situation, with no escape, a girl has no choice but to make the best of her bondage. Further, in the Gorean view, female slavery is a societal institution which enables the female, as most earth societies would not, to exhibit, in a reinforcing environment, her biological nature. It provides a rich soil in which the flower of her beauty and nature, and its submission to a man, may thrive."
Hunters of Gor
"The Goreans do not believe, incidentally, that the human being is a simple function of the independent variables of their environment. They have never endorsed the "hollow body" theory of human beings, in which a person is regarded as being essentially a product of externalities. They recognize the human being has a genetic endowment which may not be, scientifically, canceled out in favor of the predilection of the theories developed by men incompetent in physiology. For example, it would not occur to a Gorean to speak of the "role" of a female sparrow feeding her young or the "role" of a lioness in providing meat for its cub. Goreans do not see the world in terms of metaphors taken from the artificialities of the theater."
Hunters of Gor
"It is not unlikely that men, over generations, have selected out for breeding, for marriage, women of certain sorts. Doubtless women are much more beautiful now than a hundred generations ago. Similarly a woman who was particularly ugly, threatening, vicious, stupid, cruel, etc., would not be a desirable mate. No man cannot be blamed for not wishing to make his life miserable. Accordingly, statistically, he tends to select out women who are intelligent, loving and beautiful. Accordingly, men have in effect, bred a certain kind of woman. Similarly, of course, in so far as choices have been theirs, women have tended to select men who are, among other things intelligent, energetic and strong. Few women, in their hearts, despite the propaganda, really desire weak, feminine men. Such men, at any rate, are not those that figure in their sexual fantasies. Goreans believe it is the nature of a man to own, that of a women to be owned."
Marauders of Gor
"The morality of Earth, from the Gorean point of view, is a morality which would be viewed as more appropriate to slaves than free men. It would be seen in terms of the envy and resentment of inferiors for their superiors. It lays great stress on equality and being humble and being pleasant and avoiding friction and being ingratiating and small. It is a morality in the best interest of the slaves, who would only be too eager to be regarded as the equals of others. We are all the same. That is the hope of the slaves, that is what it is in their interest to convince others of. The Gorean morality on the other hand is more one of inequalities, based on the assumption that individuals are not the same, but quite different in many ways. It might be said to be, though this is over simple, a morality of Masters. Guilt is almost unknown in Gorean morality, though shame and anger are not. Many earth moralities encourage resignation and accommodation; Gorean morality is bent more towards conquest and defiance; many earth moralities encourage tenderness, pity, gentleness, and sweetness; Gorean morality encourages honor, courage, hardness, and strength. Gorean morality many earth moralities might ask "why so hard?" to these earth moralities, the Gorean ethos might ask, "why so soft?"
Marauders of Gor
"I sat there in the darkness and wondered on honor, and courage. If they were shams, I thought them most precious shams. How else could we tell ourselves from urts and sleens? What distinguishes us from such beasts? The ability to multiply and subtract, to tell lies, to make knives? No, I think particularly it is the sense of honor, and the will to hold one's ground."
Marauders of Gor
"But the Goreans have a saying, which came to me in the darkness, in the hall. Do not ask the stones or the trees how to live; they can not tell you; they do not have tongues; do not ask the wise men how to live, for, if he knows, he will know he can not tell you; if you would learn how to live do not ask the question; it's answer is not in the question but in the answer, which is not in words; do not ask how to live, but, instead, proceed to do so.
I do not fully understand this saying. How, for example, can one proceed to do what one does not know how to do? The answer I suspect, is that the Gorean belief is that one does, truly, in some way, know how to live, though one may not know that one knows. The knowledge is regarded as being somehow within one. Perhaps it is regarded as being somehow innate, or a function of instincts. I do not know. The saying may also be interpreted as encouraging one to act, to behave, to do, and then, in the acting, the doing, the behaving, to learn. These two interpretations, of course, are not incompatible."
Marauders of Gor
"How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair was lose, in the fashion of bonds-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them, each marvelous in bonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful. How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so spontaneous, so open in their emotions, and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed and walked and stood as women; pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool, split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their Masters."
Marauders of Gor
"It was my intention to hunt openly, and, I expected, this understood, my quarry, hunting too, would find me, and, together we would do war."
Marauders of Gor
"She heels nicely said Ottar. The men and bondmaids laughed. The Forkbeard stopped. Hilda's face burned red with fury, but she kept her head high. Pet sleen are taught to heel, so, too, sometimes, are bondmaids. I was familiar with this sort of thing, of course, in the south it was quite common for slave girls, in various fashions in various cities, to heel their Masters."
Marauders of Gor
"She was property, she was owned. Force me, she whispered. Bond maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent, uncompromising male, a Master; deep within them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast."
Marauders of Gor
"This is a consequence of Gor's simpler culture, in which there is literally less to do, less to clean, less to care for, and so on, and also of the fact that the Gorean Master, if pleased with the wench, takes care she is fresh and ready for the furs. An overworked, weary woman, despondent and tired, is less responsive to her Master's touch, she does not squirm as well. The Gorean Master, treating her as the animal she is, works and handles her in such a way that the responses of his passionate, exciting, hot-eyed, slim-legged pet are kept honed to perfection."
Marauders of Gor
"No woman, it is said, knows truly what she is until she has worn the collar. Some free women apparently fear sex because they feel it lowers the woman. This is quite correct. In few if any, human relationships is there perfect equality. The subtle tensions of dominance and submission, universal in the animal world, remain ineradicably in our blood, they may thwarted and frustrated but thwarted and frustrated, they will remain open. It is the nature of the male to dominate, that of the female to submit. The fact that humans have minds does not cancel the truths of the blood, but permits their enrichment and enhancement, their expression in physical and psychological ecstasies far beyond the reach of simpler organisms. The female slave submits to her Master in a thousand dimensions, in each of which she is his slave, in each of which he dominates her."
Marauders of Gor
"Where as fear inhibits sexual performance in a male, rendering it impossible, because neutralizing aggression, essential male power, fear in a woman, some fear, not terror, can interestingly, improve her responsiveness, perhaps by facilitating her abject submission, which then can lead to multiple orgasms. This is another reason, incidently, why Goreans favor the enslavement of desirable women, the slave girl knows that she must please her Master, and that she will be punished, and perhaps harshly, if she does not. This makes her not only desperate to please the brute her fondles her, but also produces in her a general fear in him, this fear on her part enhances her receptivity in her responsiveness, also of course, since fear stimulates aggression, which is intimately connected with male sexuality, her fear, which she is unable to help, to her Masters amusement, deepens and augments the very predation in which she finds herself as quarry and if she should not be afraid, it is no great matter, any woman, if the Master wishes, can be taught fear.
Marauders of Go
"The wench Leah again pressed herself against me. I looked down upon her. You are a wanton slave I said. She looked up at me laughing. A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions. It was true. Slave girls must reveal their sexual nature totally. Do they not do so, they are beaten. On earth she had been a prim girl, reserved even haughty and formal. I had forced these truths from her. But on Gor, as with other of her ilk, such lies and false dignities were not permitted her. On Gor, should the girl be so unfortunate as to fall into slavery, the total depth of her needs, her sensations, her deepest and most concealed sensualities, must expose themselves helplessly to the Master, even though he may, if he chooses, mock her cruelly, to her misery, for her vulnerabilities. An example will make this clear. Every woman, of glandular normality has an occasional desire, often frightening her, to writhe lasciviously naked, before a powerful male. Should she miserably fall to slavery the passion dance of a nude slave girl will surely be among the least of what is commanded of her. Consider then the plight of the girl. She is forced to her shame, to do what she has, for years in the secret heart of her, yearned to do. But how helpless, how vulnerable, she is! The dance ended, she falls to the sand, or tiles. Has she pleased him? She can do no more. She looks up. Her pride is gone, like her clothing, save for brand and collar, stripped away. There are tears in her eyes. She is at his mercy. If he repudiates her, she is shamed, she has failed as a female. Probably she will be sold in disgust. But if she discovers, to her terror, that she has pleased him, and he gestures her to him, she knows that she, after such a performance, cannot be respected but can be only a slave in his arms. She has danced as a slave, she will be used as a slave. She is a slave."
Tribesmen of Gor
"You are a slave I said. You are owned. You are a female. You will be forced to be a woman. If you were free, and Gorean, you might be permitted by men to remain as you are, but you are neither Gorean or free. A Gorean man will accept no compromise on your femininity, not from a slave. She will be what he wishes, and that is a woman, fully, and his. If necessary you will be whipped or starved. You may fight your Master. He will, if he wishes, permit this, to prolong the sport of your conquest, but in the end, it is you who are the slave, it is you who will lose. On earth you had society at your back, results of centuries of feminization, but he could not so much as speak harshly of you, but you could rush away and summon magistrates, here, however, society is not at your back, but at his, it will abet him in his wishes, for you are only a slave, you will have no one to call, no where to run, you will be alone with him, and at his mercy. Further, he has not been conditioned with counter instinctual value sets, programmed with guilt, taught self hatred. He has been taught pride and has, in the very air he breaths, in bides the mastery of females. These are different men they are not earthlings. They are Goreans. They are strong, and they are hard, and they will conquer you. For a man of earth, you might never be a woman. For a man of Gor, I assure you, my dear, sooner or later you will be."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Women who have not been previously owned, like free women, for the most part, even if naked and collared, do not yet understand their sexuality. That can only be taught to them by a man, they helpless, in his power. An unowned girl, a free woman, thus, can never experience her full sexuality. Corollary of this, of course, is that a man who has never had an inowed woman in his arms does not understand the full power of his manhood. Sexual heat, it might be mentioned, is looked upon in free women with mixed feelings, it is commanded, however, in a slave girl. Passion, it is thought, deprives the free women to some extent of her freedom and important self-control, it is frowned upon because it makes her behave, to some extent, like a degraded female slave, free women, thus, to protect their honor and dignity, their freedom and personhood, their individualality, their must fight passion, the slave girl, of course, is not entitled to this privilage, it is denied to her, both by her society and her Master, while the free women must remain cool and in control of herself, even in the arms of her companion, to avoid being truly "had". The slave girl is permitted no such luxury, her control is in the hands of her Master, and she must, upon the meer word of her Master, surender herself, writhing, to the humiliating heats of a degraded slave girls ecstasy. Only when a woman is owned can she be fully enjoyed."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Sometimes the slave is not fed. This might occur for aesthetic reasons as, for example, if her measurements, which are generally carefully kept, should minutely part from her Masters conception of her ideal curvatures, sometimes merely to remind her of on whom she depends, totally, for her very life, sometimes as a training or disciplinary measure, sometimes merely to startle or puzzle her, what has she done, she is not told, had she not been sufficiently pleasing, she is not told, the girl, frightened, anxious, redoubles her efforts to please in all the thousand spheres of her slavery, intellectual, physical, and imaginative, no Master, it is said, who has not denied his girl food knows her. Pleasant indeed are the surprises in which such a fellow, hitherto thought he knew his girl, upon the completion of the simple experiment, perceives the girls wits are sharpened, she becomes resourceful, helpless, desperate, attentive, inventive. Feed Me, Master she begs. At the conclusion of such an experiment when she is fed, it is always, kneeling naked, from his hand. The lesson is not soon forgotten. Few things so impress dominance of a male on a woman, and her dependence on him, as his control of her food. This dominance, provided that it is absolute, thrills a woman to the core."
Tribesmen of Gor
"It is not uncommon for a Masters to pride themselves on the depth with which they know their slave girls, this depth is far greater in my opinion than that with which the average husband of Earth knows his wife, the slave girl is not simply someone with whom the man lives, she is very special to him, she is a treasured possession, he owns her, he wants to know. Profoundly, deeply, the background, history, the mind, the intelligence, the appetites, the nature and the disposition of his lovely article of property, this knowledge, of course, puts her more at his mercy, by making it possible for him to manipulate her feelings, exploit weaknesses, drop asides, etc, she in the helpless condition of slavery, it gives him greater power over her. For example, it is common for a Master to force a girl to speak at length and in detail to him of the secret sides of her nature, explaining and elaborating on her fantasies. If she is literate, she may be forced, naked, collared, on her knees at a small table, sometimes with her ankles shackled, to write them out, this supplies the Master, of course, with abundant materials which may be used by him to make her, further and more helplessly his, sometimes the girl attempts to deceive the Master, it is not difficult to detect in authenticity in such matters, she is then beaten. She may at times be ordered to invent fantasies, sometimes of a certain type, these, too, for she has invented them, are, to an astute Master, instructive, these intellectual, emotional exercises, performed by the girl under a condition of slavery, particularly if coupled with an enforced exercise regime, posing under male surveillance, and such, can do much to sensitize her to her collar, they awaken her body and, of equal importance for the Gorean, though not for the earthling, who sees sex with the perception of a hippopotamus, as a matter of body rubbing, her fantastic imagination and mind. She becomes curious, soon, about the deeper implications of what she is, a mere article of her Master's property, then with authority, with assurance and power, to the depth and height of her mind and imagination she is taught, the slave girl experiences a paradox of freedom, the free woman is physically free, but miserable, fighting to be what she is not, the slave girl, physically in bondage, even to the collar, sometimes chains, is given no choice by men but to be totally and precisely what she is, slave. Such women, the slave girls, interestingly, are almost always joyful and vital, they are paradoxically, in their feelings and emotions liberated, they are not pinched, not psychologically restrained. Why this should be I do not know, to see such women, their heads high, their eyes bright, their bodies, their movements, beautiful, as no Earth woman would dare to be, is quite pleasurable, some of them are so insolent, so proud of their collars, that I have cuffed them to my feet, to remind them that they are only slaves."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Only in a collar can a woman be truly free, I said. It was a Gorean saying. History on Earth, long ago, had taken a turning away from the body, from nature, from the needs of men and women, from genetically linked psycho-biological realities; this turning away, ultimately and inevitably, had produced an unloved, exploited, polluted planet swarming with miserable populations of unhappy, petty, self-seeking, frustrated animals; the human beings of Earth had no Homestone; this turning away had never taken place on Gor."
Tribesmen of Gor
"We have subjected her to an intense exercise program, said the man, but we have had little success. She does not yet feel as a female., so she does not yet move as a female. I think she does not yet know what it is to be a female.
That, I said, she will learn from a man.
Are all the women of earth like that, asked the man?
Many, I said, not all.
It must be a dreary place, said the man.
On earth, I said, women try to be identical with men.
Why should that be, asked the man.
Perhaps because there are few men, I said.
The male population is small, he asked.
There are many males, I said, but few men.
I find this hard to understand, said the slave Master.
I smiled. The distinction, I said, makes little sense to a Gorean.
He shrugged.
I do not blame the males, I said, nor the females. Both are fellow victims. In virtue of historical factors, social, institutional, and technological, having to do with the development of a given world, the male, from cradle, is programmed with anti-masculine values, taught to distrust his instincts, to hate and fear them, and, ideally, to reveal in his de-masculinization. He live miserably, of course, unfulfilled, frustrated, subject to hideous diseases, and has little to console himself with other than the ignorant servility with which he has worn his chains, taking smug, righteous pride in his allegiance to them.
On such a world then, women have won? Asked the man.
No, I said, the machine has won. Women too, have lost.
Surely someday on earth, said the man, the males will dare to be men?
I do not think so I said, save for rare individuals. The process of teaching, unconscious, subtle, pervasive, is to effective. It is not unusual for women to fear her womanhood; what is less generally recognized is that many men fear their own manhood; they cancel their blood; they pretend it does not exist; it is even dangerous, in such a society, to suggest that they dare to be men, to suggest that they might, if they wished, tear away their own chains. The weakest, the most trapped among them, are often the first, with hysteria, knowing they themselves are not strong enough to take their rightful freedoms, and envying others they fear might have the strength, to denounce such modest suggestions.
Tribesmen of Gor
"Gradually, as a girl begins to realize she is a slave, truly, in a society in which their are slaves, and in which one can truly be just that, and without an escape, and fantastic transformation takes place in her. I can already see the beginnings of this transformation in _alyena. She was already becoming excited about her collar, and her ownership by men. She was becoming curious about them. She was becoming brazen, and shameless, as befits an article of property. She was now permitting herself thoughts and dreams that might have scandalized a free women, but where for her, only a slave, quite appropriate. She was becoming petty, and pretty, and provocative. She was becoming sensual. She was becoming sly, clever, owned. Recently she has stooped to stealing a date. Though I had, of course, punished her for this, I was secretly, quite pleased. It meant she was becoming a slave girl."
Tribesmen of Gor
"But your Master does with you what he pleases? I asked.
She squared her shoulders. She stood very straight. Her eyes flashed. My Master, she said, does with me precisely what he pleases. He is not weak!
I did not mean to imply that he was, I said.
My will must bend to his, perfectly, completely, in all things, she said. I am nothing. He is all. He is the Master.
I see, I said.
I am owned, she said. He commands perfect obedience in me. I have no choice but to give it. I am his slave.
And how do you feel about this? I asked.
She looked at me. ?Then she said, I love it.
Tribesmen of Gor
"In the Tahari, as elsewhere, order, justice, and law rest ultimately upon the determination of men and steel."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Many men enjoy breaking a girl to slavery. Furthermore, slavers tend to pay more for free women than slave girls. Slave girls, less guarded, less protected, are more easily acquired. Slave girls too, are less likely to be the object of determined rescue attempts. No one cares too much what happens to a slave girl. So they wear the collar of one man or another, in one city or another. What does it matter? They are only slave. Sometimes it seemed to me that, at least in the north, a tacit agreement existed among the isolated cities. Beautiful slave girls, barefoot, bangled, in scandalously brief slave livery, well displaying their considerable charms, collared, hair free, flowing in the wind, vital, walking exhileratedly, were common on the high bridges of the city. Whereas free women, sedate, dignified, restricted, in their confining robes of concealment, were discouraged from the use of such bridges. Each cities young Tarnsmen, then in testing their mettle, were offered convenient, well displayed, delicious , female acquisition-targets. Who would care to risk their life for a free woman, who, stripped, might prove disappointing, when, for less risk, he could get his capture loop on a known quantity, a girl who has quite probably been trained like an animal to deliciously satisfy the passions of a man, a girl who, responsive, helpless under his touch, his hand and mouth igniting her slave reflexes, will beg and strive to be a loving and obedient joy to him."
Tribesmen of Gor
"I knew that the metal collar of a female slave, that obdurate circlet of steel, locked, which she could not remove, so contrasting with her softness, so proclaiming it vulnerability and right lessness, often transformed even an inhibited hostile, cold wench, hating men, into an abandoned, yielding, man-vulnerable, passionate slave girl, loving to lie helpless at the mercy of their touch, that of Masters."
Tribesmen of Gor
"I suppose, further, that the rare event had here taken place of a girl meeting her true Master, and a man his true slave girl The girl, one of among thousands less fortunate, had encountered a male, surely, too, one among thousands, who could be, and was, to her and for her, her absolute and natural Master, the ideal and perfect male for her, dominate and uncompromising, who could and would, demand and get her full, yielding sexuality, which a women can give only to a man who owns her totally, before whom, and to whom, she can be only an adoring slave. This happens almost never on earth, where the normal male, female relationship is result of a weak, pleasant male releasing of the females maternal instinct, rather than her usually frustrated instinct to submit herself fully to a truly dominate male as a held and owned, penetrated, submissive female; it does occur, however, with some frequency on Gor, where girls, slaves, are more frequently traded and exchanged. One tries different girls until one finds her, or those, who are most exquisite, the most pleasing; one tends then, to keep them; this tends, too, to work out to the advantage of the women, the female slaves, but few except themselves, are concerned with them, or their feelings; men, it is clear, have a need to dominate; few deny this; none deny it who are informed; in the Gorean culture, as it is not on earth, institutions exist for the satisfaction of this need, rather than its systematic suppression and frustration; the major Gorean institution satisfying this need is the wide spread enslavement of human females; the Master/slave relationship is the deepest, clearest recognition of, and concession to, this masculine need, felt by all truly vital, sexual males; but, in the Gorean theory, this masculine need to dominate, which, thwarted, leads to misery, sickness, and petty, vicious, meaningless aggression, is not an aberration, nor an uncomplemented biological singularity in males, but has its full complimentary, correspondent need in the human female, which is the need seldom satisfied, to be overwhelmed and mastered; in the primitive mate competition, in which intelligence and cunning, and physical and psychological power, were of biological importance, rather than wealth and status, the best women, statistically, would fall to the strongest, most intelligent men; it is possible, and likely, that the women , or the best women, were once fought for, literally, as well as symbolically, as possessions; if this is the case than it is likely that something in the female, genetically, would respond to dominance and strength; most women do not truly, want weak men; they wish their children to be born not to an equal but a superior; how could they respect a man who in stature and power was no more than themselves, the equal of a women, a prize; given a choice to bear the child of an equal, or a Master, most women would choose to bear the child of a Master; women long to bear the children of men superior to themselves; it is a defeated women who's body grows fat with the child only of an equal; just as evolution, at one time, selected for strong, intelligent men, capable of combat, because they were successful in mate competitions, so, too, correspondingly in the transmission of genetic structures, it would be selecting for women who responded to, and yielded to, such men, women who were the biologically specified and rightful property of such men, our ancestors. The dominate male is thus selected for in mate competition; the undominate male tends, statistically, to lose out on his stronger, more intelligent foe; correspondingly, evolution selected for the female who responds to the dominate male; she who fled such men either mated with weaker men, her children then being less well adapted for survival, or, perhaps, fled away, and her genes were lost, for better or for worse, to the struggling human groups; the female who was excited by such men, and longed to belong to them, to Masters, and to keep by them and serve them, had the best chance for survival; she was the best protected; her children would be the best protected; further, her children would be more intelligent and stronger, being the offspring of stronger and more intelligent men; her lusts, and her love of being owned by such men, and her pride in their possession of her, would contribute substantially to not only her survival but that of her children; too, the women would, over generations, become more beautiful and desirable, and sexually exciting, as vital males exercising their masculine prerogatives selected among the daughters of the daughters of such women; men choose for mating women who please them, and women who please them were not the ugly, the gross, the belligerent and stupid, but the intelligent, loving, desirable and beautiful; the twin dynamics of evolution, natural and sexual selection, thus formed over thousands of years the biological nature of the human female; originally their might have been only random tendencies to respond to masculine domination, but those who had them had the best chance for survival; such tendencies where then transmitted, becoming pervasive to genetic characteristics of women; owned women lived; the most beautiful and best of these were selected by the strongest, most intelligent and powerful men; it is from such intricate workings of nature that has come the intelligent, beautiful, sensitive women, the feminine women, with full compliment of normal feminine hormones, who longs in her heart to lie lovingly, obediently, excitedly in the arms of strong man, his women; beyond this, one might note that dominance in submission are genetically pervasive in the animal kingdom; among mammals in general, and primates universally, it is the male who dominates and the female who submits; this is not an aberration; the aberration is its conditioned frustration, possibly, interestingly enough, only in an animal complicated enough to be subject to extensive conditioning regimes, where words may be used to induce counter instinctual responses, to the detriment and misery of the individual organism, though perhaps subservient to a given conception of economic and social relationships. We are bred hunters; we are made farmers."
Tribesmen of Gor
"It is fortunate that some arrangement exists for the men of the Tahari, like Goreans in general, are extremely proud, high strung, easily offended men, with a sense of honor that is highly touchy. Furthermore, enjoying war, they need very little to send hem to their saddles with their scimitars loose in their sheaths. A rumor of an insult or outrage, not inquired closely into, perhaps by intent, will suffice. A good fight, I have heard men of the Tahari say, licking their lips, justify any cause."
Tribesmen of Gor
"I smiled to myself. She had dared to soil the name of her Master by putting it on her lips which, though beautiful, were only those of a slave. Girls are not, commonly, permitted to speak the name of their Master. He is addressed as, or responded to, as Master or my Master. If Hassan survived, he would, I suspect, well beat her for this laps. Some Masters it might be noted, however, permit the girl to speak their name, if it is accompanied by an acknowledgment of title, as in, say, Hassan, Master, or Hassan my Master."
Tribesmen of Gor
"That is true, I admitted. The slave raiders of the Kurii, selected, among other things, for high intelligence in their victims. Their two major criteria, as nearly as I could determine were femininity and intelligence. These two traits, hormonal and intellectual, almost always produce a vulnerable, fragile, alert, sensitive beauty, one almost ready for the collar. Extremely intelligent, feminine girls, as most Goreans know, make excellent slaves. Goreans show little interest either in stupid women, though some are sexually attractive, or in mules. Stupid women are too stupid to be good slaves; mules are not even women. But the true female, awakened, helpless prisoner of her instincts and blood, with a fine mind, a deep, lovely, sensitive mind, imaginative and inventive, is the one the Goreans want, head down, at their feet. What man would want his collar on anything less precious?"
Tribesmen of Gor
"Among the upper classes in the Tahari, it is scandalously erotic, generally, that a females mouth should not be concealed. To see a girl's lips and teeth is a charged experience. To touch a girl's teeth with your teeth is a prelude to the seizure of her body, an act that one would engage in only with a bold, brazen mate, or with ones shameless slave girl, with whom one can do with, to her joy, precisely as one pleases."
Tribesmen of Gor
"We know little about men, too, I thought. We do know they will seek the truth. I do not know if they can see it. Perhaps if they touched it, they would die, burning in its flames. Perhaps we cannot see truth. Perhaps nature has denied us this gift. Perhaps we can only sense its presence. Perhaps we can only sense its heat. Perhaps to stand occasionally in its presence is sufficient."
Tribesmen of Gor
"I felt exhilarated. Gone from my mind suddenly were the brooding on realities and truths that might not be disclosed to men. It is enough to know they exist. One need not stand forever, one's face pressed against a wall that cannot be penetrated. One must turn one's back in time upon the impenetrable wall. One must laugh, and cry out, and be a man. Man can think; he must act. In the midst of the impenetrable mysteries, not caring for him, beyond him, he behaves, he chooses, he acts. Wisdom decrees that the tree of thought must not be planted where it cannot bear fruit. A man may starve trying to feed on the illusion of nourishment. There are realities, truths, which lie open to men. There are those of his species, of his kind of being, of his realm of animal. To know these truths he needs little more than his brain, his blood, his eyes and hands. He listens overmuch to what does not speak to him, to what cannot speak to him. Within the boundaries of his own being, in that bright realm, let him claim the supremacy which is his; it will remain vacant, unless he seizes upon it. It is his; he may take it or not. The choice is up to him. All else is the night and the darkness. Music he will make among the stones and silence. He will sing for his own ears; the justification is himself and the song. To what must he be true, if not himself? To what else should he be true? He is born a hunter. Let him not forget the taste of meat."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Yes I said. Every man wants to own his woman, completely. He wants to have her in his absolute power. He wants to have absolute control over her, in every respect, however, minute. Dominance is genetically dispositional in his nature. Males are divided into those who satisfy their nature and those who do not. Males who satisfy their nature are vital and joyful, and, statistically, live long; those who deny their nature are miserable and statistically, shorter lived, their tortured body chemistry falling prey frequently to hideous diseases."
Tribesmen of Gor
"I led her by a wrist tether, her wrists crossed and bound, and the tether running to my hand. Sometimes I pulled her abruptly, making her stumble, or run or fall. I did this for three reasons; it concealed her awkwardness; I was in a hurry; and it pleased me."
Tribesmen of Gor
"Most female slaves, said Hassan, walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will, obedience, service, and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. This is paradoxical, to be sure. Most girls, verbally, will object to slavery, but this half-hearted, pouting, ineffectual rhetoric is belied by the joy of their behavior. No girl who has not been a slave can understand the joy of it, the profundity and freedom. The objections of girls to slavery, I have noted, are usually not objections to the institution which, in the sweet heat of their bodies, they love dearly, and fear only to lose, but to a given Master. Given the proper Master they are quite content. In the proper collar a woman is serene and joyful."
Slave Girl of Gor
"Each in my world, it seemed, carried about with him a bubble of space, a perimeter, a wall, an invisible shield, an unconsciously acculturated, socially sanctioned remoteness, a barrier decreed by convention and conditioning. Behind this invisible wall, within this personal, privately owned space, we lived. It separated us from others, it kept us persons. In my particular culture, this circle of inviolate, privately owned space has a radius of some two to three feet. Closer than this we did not, commonly, in my culture, approach one another. But this man stood close to me. He stood within my space. Suddenly I realized that my space did not exist on this world. I began to tremble with terror."
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