The 'Emma of Gor' trilogy is a series of fan-fiction books set on John Norman's Counter Earth world of Gor. Chronologically speaking, they occur in the following order:
(0) Daughter of Gor - written by Olga Turlovna - the book that inspired my own series of novels. My stories follow on two years after the setting of this book. pov Aurore
1) Mistress of Gor (14 chapters) pov Emma
2) Harem Girl of Gor (14 chapters) pov Emma
3) Panther Girl of Gor (14 chapters) pov Emma
4) Steel World Inc. (28 chapters) pov Simon Rogers
5) Kiera of Gor (21 chapters) pov Kiera
6) Shadows of Gor (18 chapters) pov Emma
7) The Slave World (34 chapters) pov Caitlin
8) Ubara of Gor (20 chapters) pov Emma
9) Dunes of Gor (42 chapters) pov Third Person
10) First Girl of Gor (being written/serialised) pov Chloe
11) Beware the Savage Jaw (completion delayed) pov Rachel
6) Shadows of Gor (18 chapters) pov Emma
7) The Slave World (34 chapters) pov Caitlin
8) Ubara of Gor (20 chapters) pov Emma
9) Dunes of Gor (42 chapters) pov Third Person
10) First Girl of Gor (being written/serialised) pov Chloe
11) Beware the Savage Jaw (completion delayed) pov Rachel
12) Companions of Gor (14 chapters) pov Simon Rogers and Cassandra Assante
13) Slaver of Gor (18 chapters) pov Amicia Katares
14) Secrets of Gor (currently being serialised) pov Cassandra Assante
15) Kajirus of Gor (40 chapters) pov Roland Martell
16) Outcast of Gor (40 chapter) pov Roland Martell
17) Barbarian of Gor (currently being serialised) pov Roland Martell
18) Gods of Gor (due 2023) pov Emma
Also a standalone short story entitled 'The Last Halloween' which takes place half way through the third book, Panther Girl of Gor and 'Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy' which is set perhaps halfway through the Shadows of Gor timeline.
The chapter illustrations are by the talented ChloeK.
My name is Emma R. and I've been reading John Norman's Gor books since I was a teenager. These are my own humble attempts to add to the long running Gorean cycle. I hope you enjoy them.
Ta-Sardar-Gor, as the saying goes. :)
18) Gods of Gor (due 2023) pov Emma
Also a standalone short story entitled 'The Last Halloween' which takes place half way through the third book, Panther Girl of Gor and 'Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy' which is set perhaps halfway through the Shadows of Gor timeline.
The chapter illustrations are by the talented ChloeK.
My name is Emma R. and I've been reading John Norman's Gor books since I was a teenager. These are my own humble attempts to add to the long running Gorean cycle. I hope you enjoy them.
Ta-Sardar-Gor, as the saying goes. :)
CAN'T WAIT TO NEW STORY COMES OUT
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading Ubara of Gor!
ReplyDeleteWe are waiting impatiently for the next set of stories
ReplyDeletePlease advise update on Ubara of Gor
ReplyDeleteHow is the writing of the next book going? We are waiting impatiently
ReplyDeleteTal Emma,
ReplyDeleteI have one small suggestion. Since 'Emma of Gor' ceased to be a trilogy some time ago, why not refer to it as The Emma of Gor Saga?
I get that suggestion quite often, Master. I left it as a ‘trilogy’ in homage to the way Douglas Adams kept referring to the Hitch hiker book ‘trilogy’ after it went to five books or more... :)
DeleteTal Emma
DeleteQuite right.
Thanks for all the fish.
Plus 2000AD did not change its name nor did 1984 when time caught up with the title.
Kajirus
Tal Emma,
DeleteFair enough. By the way, I love the Douglas Adams books. I would also recommend "And Another Thing..." by Eoin Colfer. It's a wonderful sixth installment to the Hitchhiker's Guide series.
I can remember all the press hoohaa when 1984 did originally catch up with its year
ReplyDeleteLady Donna of Dover
Tal Emma
ReplyDeleteI just re-read some of the early chapters of 'Shadows of Gor'....really really impressive.
I think your work is far far better than the original works I really do....far more humour like the 3/4 Musketeers movies with Michael York and Richard Chambetlain (God those guys had great cheek bones).
If I could send you finest paga and a box of baklava I would. xxx ;-)
You'll always be 1st Girl for those of us reading this blog.
David of Abertawe
eu gosto muito das cores e padrões dessas saias e o comprimento é justo. Você tem um bom olho para a moda de escravas. Notei que Saffron ainda não recebeu um corte de cabelo mais curto como emma
ReplyDeleteEmma, trust that all is well with you and Chloe. This is the beginning of June 2022, with no updates for the merry month of May. Enjoy your stories and Chloe's artwork😊🤗. Admit that I am having withdrawal symptoms 🤗.
ReplyDeleteI have very much enjoyed this blog. You hardly need any suggestions as to subjects for your writing but have you considered one from the point of view of a kajirus?
ReplyDeleteYour profile says you don't have much time these days for role play but if at some point you do, come visit Tharna PoD.
Hopefully acteaon had a pleasant surprise when I did indeed turn up unexpectedly (in character) in the PoD Gor world to say hello. 😊 He didn’t know who I was to begin with, despite my avatar pic with Chloe’s art and ‘property of Brinn of the Sardar’ in the tag line below my name! I am very familiar with ‘Portal of Dreams’ (PoD) as I did use to (real time) role-play there many years ago, along with one or two other sites. I’m still a member of the message board. Anyway, nice to see and chat with you for a while, kajirus.
DeleteAnd, yes, a lot of readers have asked for a ‘Kajirus of Gor’ book. I do intend writing one before too long.
Just discovered your stories they are amazing. You inspired me to open a group on IMVU where users can publish their own stories and you got me writing too! If you are ever there I am Ghostwriter. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much. And if I’ve inspired you, then double thanks. 😊 I’d not heard of IMVU before. How does it work exactly?
Deleteglad to see you are active again
ReplyDeleteAny idea when new content to be posted for 2023 .....??
ReplyDeleteAre you still writing, posting, emma? Looking forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteTreasure of Gor upcoming in March 2024 by the other Gor author
ReplyDeleteEmma, To my shame, I have only just come upon your website, and am overwhelmed. Whilst I write a little Gor Fanfic myself, your output is staggering, But where does one start? Is there a timeline to your stories, or even a publication time-list. For example I note in the first chapter of Ubara of Gor, a reference to the the Larl of Thassa. Where then does one best start reading your work for maximum effect?
ReplyDeleteTal Pauline! Welcome to the blog and the Emmaverse found here. You asked about a story timeline. On the top of this page under the cover art, is a list of books and stories. Start with #0 Daughter of Gor by Olga Turlovna. Then proceed to Emma’s wonderful works of 1 and 2 and so forth. Soon, you will be addicted like the rest of us, devouring every post.
DeleteEmma is currently on a bit of a publishing break. Hopefully she will return to writing and posting soon.
Is your work posted anywhere that you can share with us to read?
Rykart
I know your secret Emma. They say that a person's first story is essentially autobiographical if one reads between the lines. Am reading your early work Mistress of Gor. You know too much about the minutiae and thought processes of transvestites. By the same reasoning, I recognise this. Greetings Sister!
ReplyDeleteWith great sadness, I must inform our group that ORIGINALDUCK, has passed away. He was an older man who died of natural causes. He loved Emma’s work and was a devoted fan for many years. His enthusiasm and commentary will be missed.
ReplyDeleteSad to hear of the passing of one of our readers
DeleteSadly, I'm only just reading this. It's sad news indeed, he was always a good supporter of Emma's work
DeleteWill you be posting any new stories along with Tracker while Emma is in a lull?
ReplyDeleteI have completed several chapters and continue writing. Emma is the one who posts them, at her discretion. My goal is to complete the tale, in what is now becoming a ‘book’, something I never imagined would happen when I became inspired by Emma to begin writing. Thank you for asking!
DeleteTal Emma, I have just tried to email you having lost all my emails.
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happy New Year everyone.. Chloe as First Girl you are to ensure that Emma is supplied with Baklava and ka-la-da
ReplyDeleteThe Kind and Gentle Lady Donna of Dover
A happy new year to you too Mistress, and if I may, also wish the same to all of Emma's readers :)
DeleteHas Legion of Gor been written/posted?
ReplyDeleteany news on Emma ?? Anyone know when she will be back ??
ReplyDeleteI assume she has left her blog and writing behind.
Deletegreetings Emma. how are you? If you wish not to write anymore this is ok and absolutely your choice. But for your fans it would be nice if you do not just disappear, but leave a proper goodbye and a message that you are well. this would have style. just ghosting us has none.
ReplyDeleteI’m taking a moment to step out of character here – hence the absence of ‘Master this’ and ‘Mistress that’ courtesies – to reply to the reproof that seems to be implied here.
ReplyDeleteEmma is a wonderfully talented writer who has, for many years, been kind enough to share her gifts with this little community. We are all beneficiaries of the time she’s devoted to this blog. She in turn gains the satisfaction that comes to any writer when they look over their body of work and recognise that they’ve produced (as she consistently has) something good.
But I think it’s important for everyone here – particularly those of us less gifted with patience – to come to terms with the fact that Emma OWES us nothing. Not the next chapter of whatever, and certainly not an explanation. She is a real person with a real life to live. She has on other occasions offered explanations for lengthy absences (and the present hiatus is hardly the lengthiest we have seen), but that does not mean we are entitled to such.
To suggest that she is somehow doing us a disservice or a discourtesy by not responding to all the ‘when will the next chapter be written’ clamor is rather pretentious. Emma will return when it suits her to do so, and when she does, I hope she’ll find welcoming smiles in place of petulant scolding.
Pipa’s keeper
I absolutely agree Pipa. If Emma decides to publish again, Great, if not it was a wonderful time. Best to you. Tracker.
DeleteI also agree. If there's new material from Emma then great. Otherwise I'll continue to reread what exists and enjoy myself. And as you say this isn't the longest length of time between posts.
DeleteIf circumstances had caused Emma to hang up her pen, we have several other authors like Tracker, Arizona Wanderer, Pipa to fill the void Could not we post content from these authors ? I would love to hear updated accounts of the twins and their mysterious uncle and their connection to Gor
DeleteI fear that Emma is not well. Or worse. I do so hope that I am wrong. A great many people are suffering all manner of illnesses and sudden deaths since the jabbings began. OFCOM has a block on reporting the deaths & illnesses and, bluntly, most of the mainstream media & politicians are complicit in pushing the shots on the population so the last thing they want to do is draw attention to what is happening. A great evil has been done to billions, pushed by a billionaire who made himself and his now ex-wife an even bigger fortune from the jabs, and who openly has talked about wanting just 500 million people on the planet.
ReplyDeleteTal. In this comment area, I am thinking it would be okay to post my latest chapter? A little teaser from my story while we wait for the real talent to return. I am guessing Emma can delete my lengthy post later. The last chapter Emma published for me was 15. The chapter I just finished is 25. I think it is good enough to stand alone and not spoil too much of the story. I will do my best to post it tomorrow or the next day.
ReplyDeleteI would welcome it. I truly enjoy your writing.
DeleteI enjoy your writing as well Tracker! I forgot that you have posted more installments on https://storiesbytracker.blogspot.com , which I am excited to read now. Thank you!
DeleteThere is a limit on the size for comment posts. I will post Chapter 25 Mirus’s Party, in part, the whole chapter is very large. Here goes:
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ReplyDelete24. Mirus’s Party. I had been introduced to many men at the party, at least a dozen or more. I struggled to remember everyone’s names. Besides Mirus and Trem, I already knew Fen, Mirus’s teenage medical assistant, Tereus, Mirus’s guard, and Julian Lepidus, the Magistrate, whom I had met in The Shackle and Chain tavern.
I met Myron, the leader of the musical band that Mirus had hired for the evening. More men were showing up to the party and as they came through the door from the house into the back courtyard, there was a small reception area set up and Mirus was usually there to greet them.
“Tal and welcome! Eat, drink and enjoy yourselves tonight. Any kajirae you see are available and ready to serve your pleasure,” Mirus said to everyone as they arrived. In the small reception area were six naked women, kneeling in nadu in a line. There were also several more naked collared slaves delivering and serving food and drinks to the guests already present.
“The white tents are set up with furs for anyone who might want to use a slave in comfort,” he said.
I looked at the line of kneeling slaves and one of them, thin and athletic, looked very familiar. It was Penny! Five, as her master called her, and she was on the end of the line. She looked clean and I did not see any bruises on her. She wore a normal steel collar instead of the chain and coin box that had been affixed around her neck every time I had seen her.
I approached her and said, “Tal, Five.” She looked up at me and appeared surprised. A brunette slave with large breasts, kneeling next to her, also looked at me.
“Tal Master, my name is now Tina, but I will answer to whatever name you like. How may I please you?” she asked, looking up at me from her knees. She seemed frightened.
I looked around before asking her, “Where is your Master?”
“I do not know Master.”
“Is he here, at party? Is he guest?” I asked.
“I don’t know if he is a guest, Master. I don’t think he is here, I have not seen him since he brought us here Master.”
“Are you here with your chain-sisters?” I asked.
“Yes Master.”
“How many?” I asked.
“All of them Master, all six. This is Tafa,” she said nodding to the brunette kneeling next to her.
I was very tempted to take Penny, or Tina, to the furs in a tent, she was very beautiful and I missed her company, her smiling blue eyes and small pointy nose. But the party had just started, the night was young, and Lina was here as well as many other naked collared beauties to be had. I took another look at Tafa, who was smiling, and her large breasts were very appealing. She spread her knees a bit wider as I stepped next to her.
“Put hands behind head,” I told Tafa. She obeyed, and her breasts lifted, tantalizing. I leaned over and cupped one of them in my hand. It was firm, and supple, and her large nipple stiffened against my palm. I looked into her big brown eyes and squeezed a bit.
“Please take me to the tent Master, I beg to serve you,” she said.
“Perhaps later,” I said, pulling away from her, releasing my grip and walking away.
I accompanied Trem and his random mingling with the other guests. I did not speak much and found it difficult to follow most of the conversations around me. There was some talk about the war with Corcyrus, and I had noticed that Trem did not care much for commenting on the war. He usually moved on to another group of guests if the talk became lengthy.
We had moved on to a group of guests that included Mirus, Julian and Dimos, who seemed to be talking about women from Earth and how they were natural slaves and once trained, rival and perhaps exceed Gorean women in their talents for pleasing men. We stood as we talked, drinks in hand as Lina knelt at our feet waiting on us. Dimos had mentioned how beautiful she was and Julian commented that she was from Earth.
A good start to a party with many delectable morsels to be consumed as party favours. Tafa is intriguing, I imagine her hair has grown long in her slavery, as John Norman informs us that Gorean Masters like. Perhaps wavy brown hair, falling over her shoulders and down her back, with some tendrils in front, perhaps curling around her nipples. Such things of course do not occur by chance, it is taught, but perhaps also innate in the female hoping to be found attractive by a man.
DeleteI will consume this story slowly, enjoying it and the writings of Wanderer.
New Gor book out next Tuesday, so I will be done by then. Lovely start to the party.
“Do you find Lina to be a natural slave?” he asked Mirus.
ReplyDelete“She most certainly is. Her slave heat is always ready to rouse. She oils quickly for any man, even other barbarians. You are quite the slut, aren’t you Lina?”
“Yes Master,” Lina replied.
“I’ll bet kneeling naked at the feet of these men and hearing all this talk about slave heat is making you wet right now. Usage position slave,” Mirus commanded.
“Yes Master,” she said as she turned and got on all fours, parted her legs wide and faced away from him, placing her hands on the back of her neck.
“Arch your back slave, you know the position I want,” he said. She arched her back and presented her ass to us.
“Rykart, check and see if she has started to oil for us,” Mirus said. I leaned over a bit and put my right hand on her rump. With my left hand, I inserted my middle finger into her and probed.
“Yes Sir, she is wet,” I reported, taking my time withdrawing my finger. I was becoming aroused very quickly with this contact and display. Lina’s nipples were stiff and pointy.
“Her slave heat is great, and she oils quickly, but she is stubborn and it would please me more if she was more responsive to training. I agree though, Earth girls are natural slaves, but some men think that all women are natural slaves. Once familiar with their collars and properly trained, I think it is hard to tell the difference between Gorean and Earth women.”
“I agree with you Mirus,” said Julian.
“Rykart, Mirus said that you are a barbarian. Are you from Earth?” Dimos asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“I have heard stories of women on Earth who, while not slaves, dress and act like them. Some even pierce their own ears?” Dimos exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“But these women are not immediately collared and branded as natural slaves?” Dimos asked.
“No, different laws on Earth.”
“It must have been very difficult for you to restrain yourself from not taking possession of these women!” Dimos said.
“You have no idea. There no slaves where I lived,” I said. Everyone except Mirus raised their eyebrows after hearing this reply. The conversation ceased for a brief moment as the men contemplated the meaning of what I had said.
“That is not natural. Men must be allowed to dominate women,” Julian said.
“What about paga sluts?” Dimos asked.
“No paga sluts,” I said.
“Now I see why you left Earth,” Trem said.
“I could not live in a place with no kajira. The temptation to take a woman would be overwhelming, especially when they are showing themselves to be natural slaves! Tell us about some of the things that Earth women do that show how slave-like they are,” Dimos asked.
I remembered an event that I might be able to relate, that I thought these Gorean men might find entertaining. It was during my employment with the Organization, but was not related to my job, so I felt safe to share it without violating my confidentiality agreement and facing the consequences. I was very grateful for the Organization arranging my passage to Gor. I had worked as a maintenance mechanic for a large university. It was spring break, sunny and warm, and I had heard about a wet t-shirt contest at a local brewery.
Struggling with the language, I did my best to try and tell the men a wet t-shirt story with college girl participants. While telling them I kept looking at Lina, who was still in usage position on all fours, beautiful ass up. I asked Mirus if Lina could help me translate, telling the story better. He said yes, and had her stand next to me.
“Your Gorean is improving Rykart. Conversing and telling stories will only make it better. You may use Lina only for words and phrases that you do not know. I want you to tell us the story, not her,” Mirus said. I thanked him and began to tell them about how a dozen or so young women who entered into a “wet t-shirt” contest at a tavern. Lina explained what a t-shirt was.
Excellent Party
DeleteI explained how the women were scantily dressed, most of them in a bikini bottom and tight t-shirt. I described how they were on a stage and came forward one at a time, strutted around and then introduced themselves. Then I told them how water was splashed on them to soak their t-shirts and how the wet shirt material clings to breasts, almost becoming transparent. Each woman was presented, soaked and judged on how well the tight wet shirt revealed each breast’s detail of size, shape, and nipple extent. I explained how the water is cold, making nipples erect.
ReplyDeleteJulian asked how the women were judged, and I said the woman who received the loudest cheers was often the winner, and that she usually had the largest, firmest breasts of the group. Sometimes the winner was a woman who had nice breasts, not the largest, but had the sexiest poses and posture. Other times, the winner would be one of the women who completely removed her shirt and strutted around topless, bending over and kneeling on the stage in front of the eager male crowd.
“It almost sounds like a slave auction,” Trem said.
“Yes, I think that a contest like that would work well on an auction stage. Have the contest before the bidding begins,” Dimos said.
“It sounds like a slave parade. And I had planned on parading all of the slaves here this evening, introducing each one of them to the guests,” Mirus said.
“What prize did the winner get?” asked Julian.
“Money,” I answered.
“I love the story Rykart. For entertainment, I think instead of my slave parade, we should have a contest like that this evening, with all of the kajirae competing for a prize. It won’t be for money though. Lina, go tell Rimici to come see me right away and then go into the house and get as much silk as you can find. Fetch a whip too,” Mirus said.
“Yes Master,” she said.
I had been to Mirus’s house many times, often spending the night during his administration of the multiple doses of age regression and age stabilization serum treatments that he had given me. During all of my visits, I had never seen his slave named Rimici. She took my breath away when I first saw her come out of the house, stepping out onto the back courtyard, speaking to a passing slave girl, who instantly knelt before her while being addressed. Rimici held a slave whip and a slave switch in her right hand, as she looked around at the courtyard and the party. She was naked and collared, but curiously displayed an aura of dignity and confidence. She was tall, at least a hort taller than myself, and stunningly gorgeous. Her legs were long and slender, leading up to wonderfully flared hips that framed an exquisite love cradle. She had a flat stomach and a narrow waist; her womanly curves were perfectly proportioned and her breasts, slightly upturned and pointy, were a generous C-cup. Her skin was olive or very light brown, like many Italians on Earth, and her hair was long, jet-black, with slight curls. She had captivating green eyes and a provocative smile created by unusually full red lips, superbly shaped and inviting. The shiny slim silver collar encircling her delicate neck, glistened with small green gemstones that matched her eyes. She was stunningly beautiful, her body a work of art, a magnet for attention. I noticed several guests and the slaves kneeling in the reception area, where looking at her, many with astonished looks on their faces, amazed at her magnificence.
Upon seeing Mirus, who was speaking with two guests, she walked towards him and with refined grace, knelt in perfect nadu near his feet, not interrupting and keeping her eyes forward, awaiting his attention. He excused himself from his guests and spoke to her. From her knees she extended her arms up to him, head lowered and offered him the slave whip. He took it from her and had her stand before him. As she stood up, she grabbed the slave switch that she had placed beside her on the ground. The two of them had a discussion and then she walked away quickly.
Trem was watching her as closely as I was, admiring her beauty and poise. He told me that she was Mirus’s “first girl”, a position I had not heard of. She led, or ruled over, all the other slaves in the household. We watched her giving instructions to various slave girls, all of them kneeling before her while she spoke. I was fascinated that they addressed her as “Mistress” even though she too, wore a collar. Rimici displayed an authoritarian demeaner when talking to slaves, something I had not seen in a slave during my time on Gor. Trem told me that she was an “exotic” slave. I asked him what that meant, because to me, seeing naked collared women kneeling before men everywhere I went, was very exotic. He explained that exotic slaves were slaves specifically bred for certain characteristics and purposes. They were born slaves and received training from birth on how to please, often learning very specialized skills, such as massage, dance, singing, musical instrument playing, etc. Rimici was a bred “passion slave”, her features being the refined work of numerous generations of carefully selected ancestral pairings.
ReplyDeleteRimici sent all of the slaves into the house, including the ones kneeling in line in the reception area. The sun was starting to set. Someone lit the fire in the stone-lined pit and its light, with the music playing changed the mood of the area. To me, it was very exotic and exciting. Numerous torches on poles were lit, one at each white tent, and others in various places.
Mirus went to the center of the grass lawn and stood behind the fire, with the band at his back. They stopped playing. He asked for everyone’s attention and proceeded to tell the guests who gathered around him about the start of this evening’s entertainment, a slave parade, with a new twist. He informed everyone that tonight’s slaves would be competing in a contest and that everyone’s applause would help determine the winner, who would win a prize.
Rimici came out of the house followed by ten slaves, one of them carrying a large pail of water. They walked in single file going behind Mirus, where they stopped. Rimici stood next to Mirus while the ten slaves knelt in a curving line behind them, facing the fire and guest audience. Rimici wore a short slave tunic made of plush red material. The ten slaves wore a wrap of silk around their chest, tucked under their arms and fastened with pins behind their backs. They were nude from the waist down.
Mirus walked into the gathered guests, at least twenty of us. Rimici called forth Tafa, who stood up and stepped close to Rimici and the fire. Rimici told Tafa to dance about, and present her body to us in different poses as if she were being auctioned. Tafa began to move very sensuously, prancing back and forth. As she was moving, Rimici bent down and filled a large pitcher of water from the pail. She then tossed the water onto the silk covering Tafa’s chest. Tafa shrieked in surprise and looked at Rimici in astonishment. Rimici swung her slave switch at Tafa, hitting her on the thigh and said, “Keep dancing!”
The wet silk now revealed Tafa’s large breasts perfectly, leaving no question about their size and shape. She kept dancing, her breasts heaving with every step. She moved very well and I was starting to think I would take her to one of the tents soon. Rimici stopped Tafa’s dance and asked the crowd, “Was Tafa pleasing?” I yelled out as did others, all approvingly. Many used their hands to strike their left shoulder, applauding in Gorean fashion.
The next two slaves called forth were beautiful brunettes. I assumed they belonged to Mirus as I had seen them a couple of times before, serving in his house. They both moved well and received hearty applause.
ReplyDeleteNext came Lenta, Mirus’s slave cook. Short and plump, with light brown hair, her breasts looked small compared to the rest of her figure. Her rump was wider than the other slaves and she presented it to us often, keeping it in constant motion. She shook her ass, bouncing it with repeated hip thrusts while going down into a squat and then standing up, over and over. In America, when a woman would move her ass like that, it was called twerking. Some of the men chuckled at her moves.
Rimini hit her with the water, soaking her silk. She gave a little surprised cry, but continued to move. Her small breasts had large nipples that could now be seen well, the wet silk clinging tight. Her moves were a little clumsy compared to the slaves we had seen so far, but they seemed genuine, expressing wanton sexual need.
She bent over and inserted a finger into herself and gave a moan. Rimini struck her ass twice rapidly with the slave switch and said, “Stop slut! Kneel there!” Pointing at the line of other kneeling slaves who had already competed. “Yes, Mistress!” Lenta replied and hurried to the next spot in line. The men applauded loudly and I shouted out “Lenta!” She was overweight but not unattractive and her moves were crude but original and entertaining. I thought the applause for her had been louder than the last brunette we had watched.
Lina was called next, the perfectly proportioned gorgeous blond whom I desired very much and wanted to own, but Mirus refused to sell to me, because she was troublesome. I still wished to own her, and take my chances with her being troublesome.
She started moving slowly, with grace, turning her back to us and looking over her shoulder. She seemed to be anticipating the splash of water from Rimici and when it came, she did not cry out. The wet silk clung to her firm grapefruit sized breasts. The large areola and thick nipples were exquisitely displayed through the thin wet material.
Lina dropped down to her knees and then began to walk on all fours, pacing back and forth in front of us seductively. I wanted her more now than I ever had, and thoughts of taking some of the other slaves to the tent vanished with her in front of me.
Rimici called out too soon, “Was Lina pleasing?” Lina received a loud lengthy applause from the men. She then went to kneel in line next to Lenta.
“Tina, step forward and present,” Rimici said. Tina was the second slave in the group to wear silk that was transparent, hiding nothing about her breasts, and when the water hit her, nothing more was revealed, but the silk did cling tighter to every wonderful curve and was very enticing. Tina’s breasts were slightly smaller than Lina’s but nicely shaped, the nipples protruding into the wet silk. She put her hands behind her head and thrust them out, shaking them. All of us enjoyed watching them jiggle.
Tina’s tall body is very athletic, and perhaps a little too thin for my preference, but she was energetic and moved well. When I had spent time with her, I called her Penny and I had grown fond of her personality. Ever since her master refused to sell her to me, my desire to own a woman had grown uncomfortably. I had tried to put her from my mind, and now she was here in front of me, rekindling my desire for her.
She bent over and swayed, presenting her fine ass to us. She stood back up, and in one fluid motion, removed the wet silk from herself. She then took the silk and straddled it, holding it with one hand in front and the other hand in the back. She began to slide the silk up and down keeping it tight against her ass crack and blond bush. She moaned and her movements became very provocative. She concluded her performance by lying on her side and using her left hand, she brought her left ankle up to her collar, demonstrating incredible flexibility and exposing herself to the guests. She received the loudest applause from the audience so far, and went to kneel next to Lina.
ReplyDeleteRimici called forth the next slaves to perform, one by one, and we enjoyed them all. When the last slave had finished and went to the line to kneel with the others, Mirus came to the center and said, “I hope you enjoyed our slave parade this evening, I know I did!” The guests cheered approvingly. “The slaves were superb and it is difficult to decide the winner. We have a magistrate with us this evening and I am going request his service to help us render a judgement on which slave was the most entertaining in this competition. Julian?”
“You honor me Mirus, in your fine home. I agree with you, it is hard to determine the winner of such an exquisite parade and display of beautiful slave flesh. All of the slaves danced well, but if a winner must be chosen, the most entertaining kajira was Tina,” Julian said. A short squeal of delight burst from the surprised Tina, and the guests gave another cheer of approval.
“Stand Tina,” Mirus said.
“Yes Master!” she replied and stood up.
“For your outstanding display and enthusiasm during the competition, you are the winner and will receive a prize. You will be given a day of rest tomorrow, arrangements will be made with your master,” Mirus said. Tina’s beautiful blue eyes were beaming and her perfect smile was ecstatic.
“You will also be given a pastry of your choice, from the banquet table,” Mirus said.
“Thank you, Master!” Tina said excitedly.
“And one more item. Do you like ka-la-na?” Mirus asked.
“Yes Master.”
“Good, this bowl of ka-la-na is yours to drink. Kneel,” Mirus said.
Rimici brought a wooden bowl filled with red ka-la-na wine and placed it before the kneeling Tina.
“You may drink, Tina,” Mirus said.
“Thank you, Master!” Tina said, and then got on all fours, lowered her head and began to drink.
Rimici sent Lenta into the house and directed the other eight slaves to remove their wet silks and kneel in front of the paga station that had been set up for the party.
“Please enjoy yourselves until dinner is served,” Mirus said and the band began to play again.
I was standing with Trem and he mentioned that it had been a long day and that he was ready for a paga, which sounded good to me. One of the guests got a paga and took a brunette slave into a white lawn tent. I wanted a paga but more than that I had a strong need for a woman. Lina and two other slaves began to walk around the party offering pagas, while the others remained kneeling by the paga station. They did not kneel for long as guests began to take them to tents.
Dimos took a slave into the pool and very quickly put her to use, her back up against the pool wall. It seems that Gorean men have no reservations about having sex in public. Trem and I were served a paga and I went to the paga station where there was only one slave left kneeling, Tafa, awaiting use.
ReplyDelete“Furs,” I said.
“Yes Master,” Tafa said standing up and followed me into a tent.
I closed the tent flap and began to take off my clothes while Tafa knelt in nadu. I was fully erect by the time I laid back on the furs. I motioned for Tafa to come and she crawled to me. I grabbed her brown hair with one hand and directed her mouth onto my throbbing shaft, positioning her sideways so that I could enjoy her ample breasts while she pleasured me. I released my hand from her hair and played with her firm dangling melons, enjoying them bounce as her head bobbed up and down. My need had become immense due to the sight of Rimici’s perfect body, the probing of Lina’s wetness and the overpowering display of available slave flesh during the contest. Within a very few ehn, I came hard, grunting loudly and clutching a breast. Tafa stopped bobbing, and used her tongue to capture every part of my essence.
I laid on the furs very relaxed and content. Tafa knelt next to me, and I admired her curves. I asked her, “Tina is your chain sister?”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Are you a coin girl too?”
“Sometimes, Master,” she said.
“All your chain sisters coin girls?”
“Yes, Master, we all wear the coin box at times,” she said.
“When you and chain sisters wear coin box, you go out to street in early morning?”
“Master, I am forbidden from answering questions like that,” she said nervously. Tafa seemed restless and said, “Master, may I be released back to the party? We have been instructed not to dally too long with individual guests.”
“Yes, you may go,” I replied. Trem had mentioned that it was unusual for coin girls to work the streets in the day, they were normally found in the evening and at night. It was extremely odd for them to be on the streets in the early morning. I did not trust Lenious and wondered what his reason was for having his girls ply the streets in the morning. But his girls were well trained not to answer questions, reminding me that Mirus’s slaves also had similar training.
Tafa left the tent while I got dressed. I rejoined Trem with my unfinished paga and he said, “That didn’t take very long! She must be good?”
“Very good,” I said.
“I think I will have the winner, when I finish my paga,” he said, pointing at Penny, who was serving drinks.
“Penny? She is great,” I said.
“Oh, you have had her before? I thought her name was Tina.” Trem asked.
“Yes, umm, Tina, she is coin girl.” I stuttered.
“Oh, well I can see why you wanted her. I am glad you have moved on from her?” he said as a question more than a statement.
“Yes.”
Well written Arizona Traveller
DeleteIndeed, Master, this was a very yummy installment. Enjoyed it greatly. Now I'll have to try and control my impatience until the absent chapters get filled in!
DeleteGot my copy of. TREASURE OF GOR by that other author of Gor fiction. Let you know how it is
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