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.