Happy New Year from the Kurii

The Kurii of the Steel Worlds want to wish you pathetic Terran cattle a happy new year, and welcome you into the new decade of the twenties in which we will subjugate your polluted, filthy planet and make it ours.

Kim models a common red silk slave tunic in the Sardar

Tamlyn's Earth slave,  the lovely Kim, models the typical non-work slave tunic you'll find on Brinn's estate, that is when first girl Chloe hasn't got all the kajirae dressed up like Taharian harem girls. 

The Who's Who is now complete! (for now...)

I am very pleased to announce that the kind and gentle Lady Donna of Dover has completed the  'who's who' reference page for this blog that she and Master Mick began some months ago. I'm amazed at the amount of scholarly work she's delivered, reading through and cross referencing every single novel and story on this site, and it goes without saying that I am very, very grateful indeed. 

The Last Christmas

The Last Christmas

The Port of Schendi, Gor, 2024, five days after Emma left on board the Larl of the Thassa

I grip the wrist of my right hand to stop it from trembling but Tamlyn notices as he always does.

“You don’t have to hide that from me, Marcellus. I won’t think any less of you.”

The spasms are getting worse as time progresses and it’s all I can do to grimace, control the pain that shoots through my nerves and wait for it to abate. I mouth some obscenities and grit my teeth as the trembling begins to subside. It’s ironic, or unfortunate, or something like that anyway. Never did understand the actual meaning of the word 'irony'. Is it ironic if you survive fighting a battle Kur only to die of a wasting condition when you take the stabilisation serum that normally prolongs a man’s life threefold? Alanis Morissette would probably know.

Merry Christmas to all our lovely readers!

Just a quick reminder that with Christmas almost upon us (yikes!) this wednesday will not sadly see a new chapter of Ubara of Gor as Chloe and I will be taking our seasonal break which in my case will hopefully include some baklava!

Vika's Lessons - a Gorean short story by Wyvern

Vika's Lessons

by Wyvern

Introduction by Emma: So, here's another in the occasional series of Gorean short stories written by people other than myself that I come across and (if I like them) offer to give a home of sorts on this Blog. Vika's Lessons is written by Wyvern who I came across on the Tavern Keeper RPG site where he roleplays in the same Tales of Gor game as me.

The picture is a training picture that ChloeK supplied recently which goes perfectly with what is essentially a story of one hundred and seven days in the capture, training and sale of a coffle of Earth barbarian girls. Thank you, Wyvern for allowing me to publish this. :)

- Emma

Snow Maiden ChloeK wishes you a merry Christmas

ChloeK, my intrepid co-creator, currently resides in the snow covered tundra that is Canada, and I often speculate how her days must be, as she rides around the white landscape in brass carved sledges pulled by armoured polar bears, or gazing out at the Northern Lights from her Winterfell-like home as she works diligently on art for the various stories I write.

Character concept art: Geralt of the Sardar

Some more recent character concept art from the hard working ChloeK, in her arctic fortress deep in the ice floes of Canada, where armoured bears from Svalbard no doubt travel to on holiday. :)

Emma's mum...

So, I'm currently working on this year's Christmas story from the point of view of Emma's father, the Gorean hero Marcellus, that will jump from Christmas Eve/Day 1995 (when he left his family to live on Gor permanently) to the present day/Ubara of Gor era which acts as a foreshadow of the next book, Gods of Gor, as he prepares his expedition into the jungles east of Schendi.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: The Strength of Free Women

“A free woman could hurt herself with this,” said Yishana as she tapped the small kitchen knife that lay on top of a stack of two crates on board the Larl. “Where did you take it?”

“From the galley,” said Cassandra as she stood there on deck between two of the Askaris who had brought her to the Ubara when commanded to. Cassandra remained defiant in spirit after several weeks on board ship, and had recently made a clumsy attempt to steal a kitchen knife and conceal it under the skirts of her robes, tied to her right thigh with a strip of binding fibre. Sadly for her she was being watched constantly by kajirae and one of them had reported swiftly to Naomi.

First Among Girls - a Chloe Short Story!

First Among Girls

The first of a trilogy of Chloe PoV short stories

Many months ago...

“An excellent vintage,” said the slaver, Linus, as he tasted the goblet of wine offered to him by Shannon. The girl knelt in nadu before the man in one of Master Brinn's great halls in the Sardar foothills as she served from a small engraved tray balanced on three copper legs to the side of the table where Master Brinn sat entertaining the man. “One of the things I look forward to when I visit your estate is to sample your wine cellar. You never disappoint, Captain.”

Ubara of Gor Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: A Game of Slaves

Yishana was deep in slumber, her soft body curled up next to mine on the deck of the Larl as we were maybe ten minutes away from the first rays of dawn. Naomi, our first girl was already up and was walking around the mast with the key to our ankle fetters, for each night we slept secured to a coffle chain that was in turn locked to the mast. No soft bed with rich furs and silken sheets for Yishana last night, rather just the hard wooden boards and some cheap hessian sack cloth for a covering. She slept with the slaves you see, for she wore a collar now and was assumed to be a slave. But her ordeal last night had worn her out to the point where sleep came easy I think. I lay next to her, partly because I was used to doing so often when I shared the couch bed in her cabin, but also to look after her, for the proud pirate Queen was very much out of her depth as a slave-girl. She dreamt delicious dreams no doubt for her body twitched at times, her fingers grasped at thin air, and when I touched them I could feel that her nipples were aroused. She dreamt of men perhaps – strong men, men who knew how to treat Yishana, the Ubara of the Black Coast, as but a common slave-girl. I listened to her contented sigh as she dreamt, lost in her delicious fantasies and oblivious to the harsh reality that awaited her when she would awake.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: Yishana plays a very dangerous game indeed...

“I think we need to cut your hair, Mistress,” I said as I undid her long braid and let her dark mane fall free around her shoulders. “Just a little. It is very long.” We stood in a small abandoned room above the notorious Wharf of Chains close to the thriving working docks of the island city of Asperiche. I suspected the closest Yishana had got to a hair cut in the recent past was to trim the ends periodically. It was glossy and in good condition, but when fully unbraided it hung to her lower back.

The Inn on the Borderland - my licensed Gor book!

So, I actually have an official licensed Gor publication published today that I hope a few of you will support by buying in either pdf or print form.

Yes, official, licensed – 'approved' by John Norman, though I doubt he'll ever actually read it!

A few words of explanation then...

Ubara of Gor Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Cassandra

I suddenly knew what it felt like to have all my Christmases come at once, for there she stood in her fine gowns and sequinned slippers with all those haughty airs I remembered only too well: the bitch queen herself, Brinn's little shit of a sister.

Character concept art for 'Beware the Savage Jaw'

Chloe has been beavering away with various bits of concept art recently, along with some training scenes that I need to put together properly in a post.

Here are a couple of character concept designs for two of the female characters appearing in the upcoming Rachel Evans novel, 'Beware the Savage Jaw'.

Coming soon: First Among Girls

In the 'coming up soon' category, here's the cover art for a short story that Chloe is currently illustrating which will be released once the art is ready.

The point of view star of it is none other than Chloe herself who at long last gets her own tale without Emma taking over and bossing everyone about. :)

Ubara of Gor Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: Yishana nearly kills me. Several times in fact.

Unless you are a slave yourself you will probably not understand how effective a punishment 'close chains' at night can be. Close chains is simply the chaining of a slave's wrists and ankles with typically one to three steel links between the wrist and ankle cuffs. If that sounds a very passive punishment then you have never felt the effects of being chained like that for eight to ten hours and you can consider yourself fortunate.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Before Sunrise

Narrated from Bea Anderson's Point of View:

(Author note: this chapter references Bea's pov short story, 'The Last Halloween')

It's the single thought that's been running through my head all afternoon – am I going to sleep with Simon of the Sardar? And the answer is, I don't know – I really don't know. I'm impulsive. I've always been impulsive in life and I think that's one of the defining things that makes Bea Anderson the woman she is today, and there I go, thinking of myself in the third person which is a sign of how mixed up I must be these days. But the truth is I find Simon attractive, funny, pleasantly attentive, and he's the first Earth Man I've met since I was abducted to Gor nearly seven years ago. So yes, of course I didn't want him to simply conduct his business and leave. If nothing else we have a connection through our home planet that I'd like to explore.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Sisters of Mercy

“This feels right, Emma. It feels like the natural order of things – the way nature intended.”

Simon was walking me through the dusty, hot, dry streets of Schendi towards a slaver house with which Yishana routinely did business in these waters. I walked barefoot three paces ahead of Simon, clad in my usual white loin cloth and carrying a large backpack strapped to my shoulders. It was mostly empty now but I knew that on the way back it would be loaded with steel collars and various other items Simon had been sent to purchase.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: The Kamba river

The Larl of the Thassa sailed slowly down the Kamba river with its depleted crew. We had lost twenty seven Askaris that bloody night in the settlement whose name I still didn’t know and probably never would. It was a place of ruins now, bleak fire charred foundations overlooking a harbour blocked with sunken fishing boats. In the end Yishana had relented on her orders to kill every man woman and child who did not have time to flee. The men were killed wholesale, but the women and children were spared when her rage had simmered to a low boil. I played some part in that for I begged her to spare the women and children. I knew the men were beyond my help and so I couched my appeal simply in terms of what she might agree to. And why did she agree? I think she understood that it was my early warning that had saved us. That night could easily have played out a very different way with Yishana and her men trapped in the tavern as bales of straw set it alight.

Chloe discusses southern slave garments

Good morning, kind masters and mistresses, it's first girl Chloe again, with another of my catwalk displays of Gorean slave garments. This week we're going far south to the lands that border terra incognito where bold explorers have yet to venture past. These are the lands of Turia, the wagon people, and of course my beloved Tahari.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Six

Chapter Six: The wages of fear

“A bottle of wine! Make it the finest! Make it a cup for a sea larl's thirst!” cried Yishana as she smote the table with the empty goblet in her left hand to the encouraging cheers of her Askaris. “Are there true men in this hall?” She rose to her feet, swaying a little from a cocktail of ka-la-na and some drugs she laced the wine with and stared at her roaring Askaris with pride as they shouted back that true men were gathered here tonight in abundance. “YES! You are the savage larls of the ocean and I salute you all for you are MY savage sea larls!” She thumped her balled right fist against her left shoulder in appreciation the way men did.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Five

Chapter Five: The Exchange

“The island of Cos has sent a lot of men, Mistress,” I said as I gazed out past the harbour inlet to the sight of the great Cosian warship. Although by tradition and the rules of the Bastion each party to the ransom was only permitted to assemble 23 men with weapons on the landing jetty of the main isle, Captain Matias Thiago Alejandra of Telnus, Third Sword to the city and Sea Admiral of the Second Fleet of Cos, had decided to make a show of force on board his vessel as it lay anchored at sea facing the Bastion. There were maybe three hundred professional warriors of Cos formed up in ranks with shields, crested helms and glittering spear tips. The ship was fitted out with engines of war – ballistae and catapults on the various decks, and a shearing blade that might cripple an enemy vessel by breaking its oars upon contact. I had been told by Tijani that the ship was called the Vengeance.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Four

Chapter Four: The Bastion

“Lady Yishana, it is such a pleasure to see you again. You and your... fifty heavily armed Askaris...” Grigor Sanson, the self proclaimed 'Ubar' of the Bastion, smiled and bowed in greeting as he met us halfway along the the wave soaked causeway that led from the narrow harbour front to the high rock that formed the base of the Bastion. As a defensive position it had many advantages, not least of all the imposing vertical height of the island's cliffs. An army could only ascend it by a series of wide stone steps that centuries ago had been hewn from the rock itself. Aerial assault by tarns would be difficult as the Bastion was located far out to sea in the southern Thassa territorial waters, maybe twenty pasangs from the shores of the Black Ubardoms and as is commonly known, tarns – those mighty war birds of Gor – are loathe to fly out over the Thassa once they lose sight of land. Controlling them in such circumstances is next to impossible, though it is said that Tarl Cabot (him again!) came up with an interesting way to utilise tarns in naval combat at the great sea battle that took place between the armadas of Cos and Tyros against the fleets of Kar on the 25^th of Se'Kara, over 50 years ago.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Three

Chapter Three: Our ship is becalmed. I witness Kerim Shah's true 'sorcery' for the first time

“It’s good to have a man in my bed,” said Yishana as she lay there on her stomach, her lower legs raised and crossed together at the ankles as she cupped her chin in one hand and gazed up at Simon who knelt in the soft furs before her. I knelt close by, painting my nails carefully with sky blue polish as Yishana stroked Simon’s thigh. As always she seemed amused by the reaction in Simon’s face as his pierced and trapped penis tried to rise unsuccessfully.

ADIRA by Sarah Holloway

An Introduction by Emma of London:

Considering the vast wealth of detailed and factual Gorean websites to be found on the Internet, it's surprising that there's actually so little creative story writing set in John Norman's universe. When you do find something, it is often a short stand alone scene, usually of a simple sexual nature. Before Olga came along with 'Daughter of Gor' there really wasn't much out there with a well crafted narrative, which is one of the reasons I used to create my own stories through the medium of roleplay games in Gorean themed chat rooms.

Chloe discusses camisks

Good morning and Tal, kind masters and mistresses. Today we're in one of the sun-lit courtyards of master Brinn's estate where he sometimes trains with his sword against practice wooden dummies and then with his handsome captains – men like Finnian and, *blushes a little in a coy way* Geralt. You'd be surprised how many slave girls find the opportunity to gather and watch from the sides as these big muscled men sweat it out in combat with one another. :)

Yishana's Askaris

A design by Chloe of the fighting men aboard the Larl of the Thassa.

Yishana tends to have somewhere in the region of 150 Askaris aboard the ship at any one time, and they are recruited from the dark jungle interior slightly north of Schendi. This area of the jungle has tribes that worship the Goddess Nakeisha, the wind rider, amongst other tribal Gods, and few of them have ever heard of the Priest Kings.

Ubara of Gor Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Kerim Shah

Yishana, the proud, savage, Ubara of the Black Coast, chosen Avatar of Nakeisha wind-rider, lay supine, asleep, on her soft furred couch. In her sleep she sighed softly. She seemed content and not nearly as savage as I had seen her that first day six months before when she had led her Askaris onto the deck of the Carcassonne to wash the boards with our blood.

Chloe discusses slave hoods

Stand in line, Lady Saffia! If I have to tell you again it will be with my slave crop!

Ubara of Gor Chapter One

Chapter One - Yishana al Ghul

'We are all wave-riders on the savage salt sea.'

Six months had gone by.

Ubara of Gor begins tomorrow!

Over a year late (my fault entirely) but it looks like Chloe has given the go ahead that she's likely to be ready with art for us to begin serialising the next full blown Emma novel from this Wednesday coming, barring any unfortunate problems arising like someone suddenly notifying her of a Taharian cosplay/dance festival held nearby...

Rachel Evans promo picture

She's got cheekbones to die for, lips that could launch a thousand ships against Troy and forty years experience working for the Kurii on Gor.

A Character 'Who's Who' (work in progress)

Emma of Gor Anthology

A work in progress reference guide to the multitude of characters populating the various novels, novellas and short stories on this blog. Beware! There may be spoilers if you've not read all the books!

The House on Bear Crag isle

So, I thought I'd share some of the images from the various graphics packages Chloe will be using for her pictures for the upcoming Rachel serial. These packages are essentially pre-rendered settings that you can place your characters into to create scenes. They're all fully 3D rotational so you can create art from any cinematic angle.

Chloe discusses varieties of slave collars

Greetings, kind masters and gentle mistresses, it's Chloe again, with another parade of slaves (and a captive free woman who frankly resembles a slave), this time modelling the three main collars you will see referenced in our stories.

Coming soon: 'Beware the savage jaw...'

So, I'm in a position now to describe what the next 'non-Emma' novel is going to be (serialised in between the imminent 'Ubara of Gor' book chapters). I have several such books in various stages of planning and development, but the one that is most ready to be foisted on you is...

Chloe discusses dancing silks

Tal Masters and Mistresses. It's Chloe again. *soft smile*

Today, I thought I'd show you some of the dancing silks we use on the estate of Master Brinn, and this time around I'm giving the Lady Saffia a chance to relax and hide in her sumptuous cage (it has a pillow! And a soft throw! I think she's being spoilt a bit...) and bringing out our favourite blonde barbarian, slave 646 as the kind and gentle Mistress Donna has chosen to call her for the time being.

Putting together a Gorean character 'who's who'

It is high time I think that I put together a who's who of characters in the Emma of Gor novels and short stories as the world I've built up in and around John Norman's own work has now taken on an immense life of its own and may seem daunting to new readers who don't necessarily know who everyone is.

Chloe demonstrates the iron belt

Greetings again, kind, masters and mistresses. It's Chloe, first girl on the Sardar estate of the Master Brinn, and I'm sure you recognise the precious free woman standing next to me in snugly fitting wrist bracelets.

Chloe discusses slave gags, and collar and bracelet sizes

Greetings kind masters and mistresses. It's Chloe again. First girl on the estate of Master Brinn of the Sardar.

Chloe demonstrates the sirik chain system

Welcome back kind masters and mistresses. I am of course Chloe, first girl on the estate of Brinn of the Sardar, and I hope you've enjoyed the refreshments served to you by Cat and Emma today. Please understand that Cat has had little training to date and she is trying her best. She does want to be pleasing. She's just finding things difficult as any new girl does at first. Please do not judge her serves to the high standards of Emma. And yes, Emma, we know you graduated from the slave pens of Banu Hashim *rolls my eyes and sighs*

Slave garments (tunics) - a fashion show

Tal kind masters and mistresses, it's Chloe here, first girl on the estate of Brinn of the Sardar.

I'm putting together a series of pictures illustrating typical slave garments and have rounded up four lovely, ahem, 'volunteers' to model the first set of garments for your viewing pleasure. These are all designed by myself and are specific to the estate Master Brinn owns. From left to right then:

Inspiration

One of the main inspirations for writing a Panther Girl novel (I don't really count 'Panther Girl of Gor' as that was only nominally involving the panther girls) is a series of pictures that used to exist on the Deviant Art site by 'tasastock'.

A work in progress

I tend to keep notebooks full of things that I may or may not develop, but one of the things that is taking shape and you may see sometime soon is a novel set around a Panther Girl tribe in the northern forests.

The Slave World (34) - the final chapter!

(34): Rage against the dying of the light

With the first gunshot the field in the New Forest erupted into chaos. Andromedus was dead, just like that and he never saw it coming. To their credit the Goreans reacted quickly. One man snapped the safety off his weapon and sprayed semi-automatic fire in the rough direction of the rifle shot. As he did so another man screamed and was flung backwards as a second rifle shot shattered his right shoulder.

The Slave World (33)

(33): Like the mating of the earth and air

I was numb with shock. I had been caged, brutally raped and now I was going to be shipped to Gor as human livestock. And Adam, the man I now knew I loved, had been beaten to within an inch of his life in an attempt to protect me.

The Slave World (32)

(32): Broken

“Are you hungry?” asked Andromedus. I had been in the cage now for over twenty four hours, which meant I had probably not eaten in close to thirty six hours. He had a cardboard box of pizza in one hand as he crouched beside my cage.

“Yes,” I said as I knelt with my head bowed slightly due to the restrictive height of the cage.

Caitlin in the House of Three Moons

Despite her well earned summer break riding wild polar bears across Canada, Chloe couldn't resist trying her hand at an illustration for the current Slave World novel. She's called it an imaginary scene of Caitlin being auctioned, but I think it works very well as a scene from her overnight visit to the House of Three Moons many chapters ago. One of the Kur slavers puts her through her slave paces before an appreciative audience.