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...