Ant Bites
Ants, some two hundred yards in advance of the column, approach the meat.  Their antennae were lifted.  They had seemed tense, excited.  They were some two inches in length.  their bite, and that of their fellows, is vicious and extremely painful, but it is not poisonous.
-Explorers of Gor, p401

Blood Transfusions
I sprang to my feet and ran to the door.  "Flaminius!," I cried, "Flaminius!"  A slave running past stopped on my command.  "Fetch Flaminius!," I cried, "He must bring blood!  Sura must live!"  The slave hurtled down the hall.  Flaminius came in but a few moments.  With him he carried the apparatus of his craft, and a canister of fluid.
-Assassin of Gor, p380

Capture Scent
She opened her eyes, and shook her head.  "What is this?," she said.
"Capture Scent," I said.
(Skipping a line) "Shall I hold again the vial beneath her nose?," I asked.  Soaked in a rag and scarf and held over the nose and mouth of a female it can render her unconscious in five ihn.  She squirmed wildly for an ihn or two, and then sluggishly, and then falls limp.  It is sometimes used by tarnsmen; it is often used by slavers.  Anesthetic darts, too are sometimes used in the taking of a female; these maybe flung, or entered into the body by hand; they take effect in about forty ihn; she awakens often, in a slave kennel.
-Marauders of Gor pp115-116

Frobicain
The man with the thief's scar again emerged from the ship, this time with a syringe. He injected a tiny bit of serum into each girl, entering the needle in the girls back, on the left side between the hip and backbone, passing the needle each time into a small vial he held in his left hand.
(Skipping a line) "They will not awaken now," said the man with the Thief's scar, "for better than an Ahn."
-Assassin of Gor p99

"They seem very quiet," I observed.  "We permit them," said Flaminius, deigning to offer a bit of explanation, "five Ahn of varied responses, depending on when they recover from the frobicain injection.  Mostly this takes the form of hysterical weeping, threats, demands for explanation, screaming and such.  They will also be allowed to express their distress for certain periods at stated times in the future."
-Assassin of Gor, p 126.

Gieron
"My pursuit of you was foiled," I said, "by the results of the drug you placed in my paga."
"The drug," said Shaba, "was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant, and gieron, an unusual allergen. Mixed they produce a facsimile of the superficial symptoms of Bazi plague."
"I could have been killed," I said, "by the mob." I did not think many would care to approach you," said Shaba.
"It was not your intention then that I be killed?" I asked.
"Certainly not," said Shaba. "if that was all that was desired, kanda might have been introduced into your drink as easily as sajel and gieron"

(Bosk describing the symptoms of the Bazi plague related to what he experienced under the influence of sajel and gieron)
I simply did not feel ill. I was slightly drunk and heated from the paga, but I did not believe myself fevered. My pulse and heartbeat, and respiration, seemed normal. I did not have difficulty catching my breath. I was neither dizzy nor nauseous, and my vision was clear. My worst physical symptoms were the irritation about my eyes and the genuinely nasty itchiness of my skin. I felt like tearing it off with my own fingernails.
-Explorers of Gor, p136

Healing Salve
(Tarl and vika speak of an ointment)
"The ointment will soon be absorbed," she said.  "In a few minutes there will be no trace of it nor of the cuts."
"The Physicians of Treve," I said, "have marvelous medicines."
"It is an ointment of Priest Kings, she said."
-Priest Kings of Gor p64

(Healing injuries that occurred while Kurii slavers were abducting Eleanor Brighton from Earth)
He touched the bloodied cut on my belly, where the branch had struck me. Then, with his hand, he lifted my head, turning it, looking at the cut on my cheek. "We are not pleased," he said. I said nothing. "Bring salve," he said. An ointment was brought, and he smeared it across the two cuts. It was odorless. To my surprise it seemed to be absorbed almost immediately. "You must be careful," he said. Again I said nothing. "You might have marked yourself," he said, "or might have been blinded."  He returned the ointment to another man. "They are superficial," he told me, "and will heal without trace."
-Captive of Gor pp29 - 30

Kanda
Kutaituchik lifted his head and regarded us, his eyes seemed sleepy, he was bald save for a black knot of hair that emerged from the back of his shaven skull, he was a broad backed man, with small legs, his eyes bore the epicanthic fold, his skin was tinged a yellowish brown, though he was stripped to the waist, there was about his shoulders a rich, ornamented robe of red bosk, bordered with jewels about his neck, on a chain decorated with sleen teeth, there hung a golden medallion, bearing the sigh of the four bosk horns, he wore furred boots, wide leather trousers and a red sash, in which was thrust a quiva. Beside him, coiled, perhaps as a symbol of power, lay a bosk whip.  Kutaituchik absently reached into a small golden box near his right knee and drew out a string of rolled kanda leaf. The roots of the kanda plant, which grows largely in the desert regions of Gor, are extremely toxic, but, surprisingly, the rolled leaves of this plant, which are relatively innocuous, are formed into strings and, chewed or sucked, are much favoured by many Goreans, particularly in the southern hemisphere, where the leaf is more abundant.

(skipping a paragraph, moving to page 44) And, yet I was sad as I looked upon him , for I sensed that for this man there could no longer be the saddle of the kaiila, the whirling of the rope and bola and the hunt of war. Now, from the right side of his mouth, thin, black and wet there emerged a string of chewed kanda, a quarter of an inch at a time, slowly. The drooping eyes, glazed, regarded us. For him there could no longer be the swift races across the frozen prairie, the meetings in arms, even the dancing to the sky about a fire of bosk dung.
-Nomads of Gor pp43-44

Laxatives
Some girls I have been told sometimes try to swallow small coins but this is foolish. The coin can be produced swiftly enough in such cases by emetics and laxatives.
-Dancer of Gor, p238.

Sajel (also see quotes for Gieron)
The drug was a simple combination of sajel, a simple pustulant and gieron, an unusual allergen. Mixed, they produce a facsimile of the superficial symptoms of the bazi plague.
-Explorers of Gor, p153

Salt Deprivation
In the last days we had been denied salt.  Our bodies were cruel with cramps and weakness.
-Tribesmen of Gor, p236

Shock
"Sometimes," said Flaminius, "shock cannot be so easily prevented.  Indeed sometimes the lash itself drives the girl into shock.  Then sedations and drugs are called for."
-Assassins of Gor, p128

Sleeping Powder
Kamchak said nothing, but then he got up and from a chest in the wagon he took forth a goblet and filled it with an amber fluid, which he shook a dark, bluish powder. He then took Elizabeth Cardwell in his left arm and with his right hand gave her the drink. Her eyes were frightened, but she drank. In a few moments she was asleep.
-Nomads of Gor pg. 61-62

Tassa Powder
I had been forced, sitting in the courtyard, my head back and nose held, to swallow a draft of water, into which a reddish powder had been mixed. I had shortly thereafter lost consciousness.
-Fighting Slave of Gor p222

"In the courtyard below," I said, "I was drugged."
"It was done by tassa powder," she said.
"It was tasteless, and effective," I said.
"Slavers sometimes use it," she said. "It is well for a girl not to drink with a strange man," she laughed.
"It shows up, of course," I said, "in water."
"It is meant to be mixed with red wine," she said.
-Fighting Slave of Gor p224