The Slave World (14)

(14): The use of a slave

“Do you have the keys to these handcuffs?” I asked. I stood there in the wisp of pleasure silk with my wrists securely locked in slave bracelets as I stood inside the, for want of a better word, shag palace room. There were brass lamps, low tables with mosaic designs, luxurious drapes, marble statuettes of naked and semi-naked women, and of course THAT enormous couch bed that dominated the room with its furs, silk throws and heavy iron rings set into the head board and foot of the bed. It was Adam's bedroom for the night and it was presumably decked out in the style of a sleeping chamber on the mythical planet, Gor.

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(13): Andromedus

The most sensual girl I had ever seen in my entire life was dancing on the mosaic tiled floor, her arms whirling around her body with a flutter of silks tied to each wrist in time to the piped music from a set of Bose speakers. She had a dancer's body – lithe, supple, beautifully proportioned with a soft nut brown tan and long dark hair that fell almost to the small of her back. She wore pleasure silk on her body – silk that is so thin it is practically gossamer and translucent and with each step she took the slave bells on her ankles chimed in accompaniment to the music.

The Punishment of two slaves

The masters and mistresses who read this blog were very displeased with Chloe and myself in the comments section of the 'Larl of the Thassa' blog.

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(12): Slave lessons

“Caitlin?” asked the girl with a soft smile. “You are Caitlin, yes?”

I had recognised her the moment I had been led back upstairs into the tiled room on the ground floor that overlooked the garden where Udumi had first locked the collar and ankle ring about my body. The curvaceous girl kneeling in tower on the tiled floor was Kandi, the girl whose blog posts had led me to this place.

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(11): Slave Papers

I was alone now in the tiled minimalist room to the rear of the house. Through the windows I could see the floodlit garden and two men walking through that garden in the company of what I supposed was the second free woman of the house, as I could see from her visible forehead that she wasn't black skinned. She was dressed in a similar long gown as Udumi that reached to cover her ankles, full length sleeves, gloves and in her case, a face veil. The men seemed respectful towards her as they walked.

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(10): Udumi

“Welcome to the House of Three Moons. My name is Udumi Ayeola and I am one of the only two free women in residence here.” Udumi was an impressive sight with her dark skin, almost regal bearing and that cat like way she had of looking at you. Her gaze alternated from a warm friendly smile that I didn't think was entirely genuine to something with a hint of reptilian steel. I’m a fairly good judge of character and my initial assessment of Udumi was that she might well be dangerous.

Preview: The Larl of the Thassa

One of the things poor long suffering Chloe has to put up with in our creative partnership is the way I just decide to set the next story on, say, a Gorean warship, and then she has to go away and build from scratch the graphics for that 'prop' – something that takes considerably longer than it does for me to type the words 'Gorean ramship' into my story and then copy and paste John Norman's standard description of said vessel. ;)

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(9): A Caress of Silk

The text from Adam was characteristically brief and to the point. “Looks like we’re on. Be at my place by six tonight. Better start practising calling me master. LOL.”

Gorean Dictionary - official words (reference guide)

Gor has a rich language and background and it can sometimes be difficult to remember what it all means. I mean, even I do!

This then is a dictionary of words and phrases that frequently appeared in the books by John Norman. It can be considered the 'official' Gorean language 'by the books'. I use some made up words of my own from time to time to expand the language and these I will catalogue separately to distinguish them from Norman's canonical terms. Credit where credit is due, this isn't my own work but rather a list of words and terms put together by the 'City of Jasmine' website. The internet is notoriously fickle and websites disappear from time to time so I'm preserving the catalogue here for posterity. There may well be omissions. If you can think of anything significant not included let me know and I'll create my own entry.

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(8): Carousel

“I’m impressed, Adam. You have a seriously lovely apartment.” I had known Adam for several years now but this was the very first time I had been to his apartment close to the Thames. The view was amazing through the patio windows and the décor was like something out of a GQ magazine spread. All the furnishings were ultra modern and looked expensive. In fact the place looked like a showroom with little sign that anyone actually lived in it except for some food in the kitchen, a wine rack and a couple of magazines on the bespoke coffee table in the living room. I gazed at the door leading to the bedroom. It was ajar just enough that I saw an open walk in wardrobe that contained dark suits and a variety of expensive shirts. Strange, as Adam always dressed so causal whenever I met him.

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(7): Kajira Kandi

A significant part of my working day is basically research on the Internet. That means working on the iMac in my office or, if I feel like getting out and about, from a laptop in a café somewhere. I sometimes like to think that all the other people clicking away on their laptops at Costa Coffee are other Private Investigators keen to escape their equally cramped dingy offices, but that's just me.

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(6): Tradecraft

Hmm, Rebecca wasn't kidding when she described them as big lads. I snapped a couple of pictures with my phone of the man who stood on the street corner watching Rebecca's building. Like she said they weren't trying to be inconspicuous and they definitely were of 'a type'. They had short cropped hair, were probably six feet two inches tall or taller, wore nondescript jeans, boots and dark colour tops and they obviously worked out in some serious gyms. If I had to guess I'd say they were East European gangsters, Russian even. I could see why Rebecca was worried.

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(5): Blanchette

“Cat, will you please just marry me?” said Adam as I struck an ironic pose beside the table with my left hand on my hip, my right hand relaxed at my side. I had in the end picked out one of the very few dresses from my wardrobe, something I hadn't worn in years; a floral-print voile long dress with metallic thread, thin spaghetti shoulder straps and a side slit just up to my knees. I'd matched the dress with flat folk style sandals and a clutch bag for my essentials.

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(4): Ex Libris

“So I'm looking for some of those Gor novels,” I said as I thumbed through the SF and Fantasy section of Waterstones in Tottenham Court Road. I had been approached by a middle aged sales woman who looked like she owned a lot of cats. She had seen me browsing and asked me whether she could help.

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(3): Surveillance state

“I think as I walked out of that book shop I had, without knowing it, been appraised and added to a list. They do that, the slavers of Gor. They have lists of women that meet certain exacting standards and they watch them over time, sometimes over long periods of time, waiting for the women to reach the point where they are suitable for acquisition. Sometimes they move quickly and sometimes they might wait years. It depends on the woman.”

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(2): The Counter Earth

“What's a Gor?” I wrote the word down in my notebook, or at least tried to because the crappy ballpoint pen didn't work. I scratched it across the page repeatedly trying to coax some of the dried up hardened ink onto the page and then gave up in frustration. “Just a moment – sorry about this.”

INTRODUCING Caitlin Ambrose

So, while we're waiting for the main feature film, Ubara of Gor, in all its telephone directory size page count, and while my co-creator, chloeK is taking a well earned break in some exotic location I've given some thought as to some blog content to tide you faithful readers over.

New Serial: The Slave World (1)

(1): Stolichnaya

“I'm being watched! Night and day! I know I am! Everyone says it's my imagination, but it's not – they haven't seen what I've seen and I know I'm being watched!”

An update from Naomi

Greetings kind masters and mistresses. My name is Naomi and I am the first girl on board the Larl of the Thassa where I serve my mistress, Yishana al Ghul, Stormbringer, chosen Avatar of Nakeisha wind-rider, Scourge of Cos, She-Sleen of the Black Ubardoms, Captain of the Larl of the Thassa, and Ubara of the Black Coast.

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21: Smiling faces, sometimes

I woke gradually from a restful and profound sleep, enjoying the blissful luxury of a late morning lie in under soft sheets of high quality Egyptian cotton. It must be a Sunday morning my drowsy mind told me as I stretched my body on the bed, snuggling down under the covers, resting my head on the soft enveloping pillows. I breathed in the pleasant soothing scent of jasmine and felt at peace with the world. Perhaps I would rise soon and have breakfast at a fashionable brunch bar in Russell Court before visiting an art gallery close by. The day was mine, all mine, the way Sundays were meant to…

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20: I am whipped raw by my mistress and seek solace with my friend, the slave girl, Arianna

I was a very sullen, miserable slave as I sat on the edge of the pier gazing out across the canal waters. Yesterday morning I had heated, poured and scented my mistress's bath water ready for when she left her soft bed. I had bathed and groomed her following our ordeal in the vosk delta, paying particular attention to the scuff marks on her body. Her wrists in particular bore the red lines from the slave bracelets she had worn and they would be a reminder until they faded that she had been locked in close steel.

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19: We return home to Por Kar to find an unexpected visitor

“Kneel beside me in the stern, Kiera,” said Brinn as he stood facing the bow of the gondola with the large singular wooden oar in his hands. I did as he said and knelt facing him, my knees resting on discarded sack cloth. “Strip,” he added. Without hesitation I removed my diminished tunic and cast it to the side of the boat, smiling up at the master as my heart skipped a beat. I knelt now in tower for there were two free women on board and I had not been commanded by the master to do otherwise.

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18: Of capture knots and ankle chains

I have never seen a sword arm move as fast as Brinn's. The first of the rencers found himself impaled through the chest on Brinn's sword point as he charged into the small clearing. Brinn had thrown his full body weight into the strike, moving inside the effective arc of the rencer's wood axe and smacking the man backwards with a rugby like shoulder blow in the process. As the rencer screamed, Brinn flung the man backwards with a strong push of his left hand, wrenching his blade free from the muscle tissue.

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17: The Rencers

“Keep your heads down,” snarled Brinn as he moved us to the long rence grass that grew up to four feet in height in clumps on this lagoon island. He had seen the peasant bows in the hands of the rencers and that had made him uncharacteristically cautious now.

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16: We learn of the existence of the Shadow Council

The simple latch mechanism splintered from the wooden door as Brinn kicked it in. As soon as he was through the doorway I saw my haughty mistress secured by her wrists to a heavy iron slave ring fixed into the far wall approximately seven feet above the floor.

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15: A dark rendezvous of sorts as my Mistress seeks to demonstrate her resourcefulness as Samos's agent

“Did she mention she was going to bring four guards?” asked Brinn as he subtly adjusted the position of his sword’s scabbard in order to facilitate a more rapid draw of the blade. He looked magnificent of course – a true man – not like the insipid men of Earth that I had often teased and manipulated for my own amusement.

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14: I run errands for my Mistress and meet with my new friend in Port Kar

I sat at the edge of the Spice pier with my legs dangling over the water of the lagoon as I basked in the hot sunshine. It was at times like this when the temperature was well into the thirties that I was glad I only wore my slave tunic. Let the free women walk around swaddled in their layers of heavy robes and gowns when the thermometer might read thirty-four degrees centigrade in the shade. In heat like that I preferred the comfort of bare arms and bare legs.

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13: We arrive in Port Kar where the Lady Marissa is plainly shocked by the accommodation available to her. The mission for Samos becomes clearer to us all.

My mistress wasn't going to be happy with this, I thought, as we both gazed into the small compartment that was to be our new home in Port Kar in the short term. If anything it was actually smaller than the cramped space I had once rented in mega-expensive London just before I was enslaved and shipped to Gor. The room was partitioned with a folding screen down the middle to give the illusion that it might in actual fact be two rooms.

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12: I speak to the caravan slave called Karina after breakfast

“Did you sleep well in your furs… with your slut,” said Marissa in a bitter tone of voice as she ate her breakfast. She sat in the central room of the tent at a low table provided by the caravan master for his first class paying passengers. I knelt by her side serving the food and drink.

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11: The journey to Port Kar. My mistress and I lie awake in the darkness

“This really is intolerable, Kiera. Has he no sense of decency?”

The Mistress was referring to the desperate deep throated cries of sexual arousal emanating from the left hand side of our tent. The girl in question was a caravan owned black slave girl that Brinn had paid a copper tarsk to use tonight. A copper tarsk is rather more than a girl could be had for in a paga tavern, but out here in the wilds there are no paga taverns and wily caravan masters can therefore charge correspondingly more. Much the same occurs on Earth where prices for food and drink on board airplanes or at concerts and theatres is at a premium.

The Lady Marissa – the Gen 8 version

She's more sultry than any free woman has any right to be; she's consistently strict towards slaves, condescending to other free women she views as rivals, headstrong, over confident and very competitive when it comes to handsome, virile men, and here then is the latest 'next generation 8' version of the lovely Lady Marissa by the talented chloeK. You can tell by her expression that her slave girl, Kiera, has probably just done something to displease her.

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10: Brinn of the Sardar mountains

Lady Marissa was reading her letters for the day when the warrior Brinn was admitted into her sunlit room by her personal guard, Darius. She had been enjoying in particular a letter from a merchant called Milan whom she had contrived to have sent away from the city on merchant caste business after word had reached her ears that Milan had made some mocking and derogatory comments about her at a social engagement one summer's evening. The caste of merchants in Corcyrus had needed to appoint a position of ‘Senior Trade Consul First Class’ to the island Ubarate of Cos – a title that Marissa knew sounded far more impressive than it actually was, for in reality the role was nothing more than a roving salesmen living out of a suitcase – and so she pulled strings to despatch Milan in that capacity.

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9: I am delivered in chains to the Chambray where my Mistress awaits me

The Lady Marissa was working in her personal rooms on the first floor of the Chambray building when she heard me being escorted up the stairs to her apartments. I heard the slight clink of chain as I flexed my wrists in the collar and bracelets arrangement as one of the men knocked politely on the free woman's door. “Come in,” she said as the man motioned for me to enter before him.

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8: A sale. I am purchased. I am a slave.

There are some universal truths that remain the same on both Gor and Earth and as Sadric and Leofric returned I could both see and smell that they had been drinking.

“My beautiful kajirae,” said Sadric in a buoyant mood. He stroked our thighs as he passed the raised platform from left to right. “I trust you've had a relaxing afternoon topping up those beautiful tans in the hot Corcyrian sunshine?”

Sophia explains about slave brands

Tal, Masters and Mistresses,

My name is Sophia, from the Kiera of Gor serial, and I've been asked to explain a little about slave brands – mine in particular – as one of the Masters (Mick) in the comments recently suggested that my brand should have been visible in the pictures for chapter six.

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7: We enter the great city of Corcyrus

The first thing that struck me about the city of Corcyrus as we approached it across the rolling fields of farmed sa-tarna plants was its walls; by which I mean the walls in the main looked new. I had never thought about it before, having always seen the ancient decaying walls of European cities from a modern perspective, but here of course the walls of these cities were obviously not only functional but recently built or at least recently repaired and maintained. These weren't the walls of an ancient civilisation, but rather the walls of a thriving present day conurbation. Looking at the walls of Corcyrus I imagined how the walls of great Roman cities must have looked at the zenith of its empire.