The New Gor serial!

 

“You have been avoiding me, little Flower of the Assante.”

 

A month has gone by since Lady Cassandra Assante encountered the likeable rogue, Mikos, in Companions of Gor, and over the course of a couple of nights of misadventure, found herself in a collar and pleasure silk, being put to exceptional use in a loft barn and paga tavern alcove, her wrists tied to a slave ring as she discovered dark secrets relating to her own suppressed desires.

 

“There are things unspoken between us, and those things have a name. That name is ‘Cassie’.” 

Merry Christmas!

 

Oh dear, was it really the tail end of April when I last did some actual writing work?

 

I think it was…

 

Those who’ve been reading my stories for a while now know that I’m either:

 

a) highly productive, or

 

b) incredibly lazy.

 

Option b) tends to occur when I take a ‘short break’. Before I know it the months have rolled by like tumbleweeds, and I’ve found myself side tracked despite my best intentions. 

 

Chloe has been recently prodding me out of my sloth state, so hopefully I shall start writing again after Christmas. It honestly wasn’t supposed to have been so long, though I think I have gone idle for even longer once before. 

 

Let me wish you all a very merry Christmas and thank you as always for your wonderful support over the years. 

 

- Emma x 

New Gor book by the ‘Other’ Writer!

Some of you may or may not be surprised to hear that I’m not the only person who writes Gor novels! Chloe has informed me that a certain John Norman has a new book coming out in e-book form in May and in dead tree format in June. 

Chloe displays the new slaves: Mina and Saffron

 

Welcome, once again, kind masters and ever so gentle mistresses. A few of you have occasionally asked about our two new slave girls who were collared towards the end of Ubara of Gor. I’m referring of course to the former Lady Saffia Luna Josefina Alejandra of Telnus, now the blonde kajira called Saffron, and the former Orisha - Yishana al Ghul, chosen Avatar of Nakeisha wind-rider, and Ubara of the Black Coast, now the dark skinned kajira called Mina.

Brinn models his Rain Forest Explorer look for Gods of Gor!

 

 

Tal, kind masters and gentle mistresses, it’s Chloe again, and this time I thought it would make for a nice change to offer something for the free women to look at! Master Brinn has offered to show us his typical ‘look’ during the canoe expedition into the heart of the unexplored rain forest, east of Schendi. 

 

And there you are, Master, just in time!

 

“I’ve brought my spear, Chloe. I thought it might look good if I held a spear?”

 

Whatever you think best, Master. If you could just stand over there, next to your helmet. Such a good master.:)

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Eighteen (Final Chapter)

 

 

I began screaming hysterically when I saw the kef branding iron in the wagon’s luggage. It was one of many items, including coal and charcoal, that Julian had bought at one of the trading jetties along the Thassa Cartius river when he had shopped for supplies. I don’t know whether I was meant to see it before its use, but see it I did.  

 

Nothing stopped my screaming. I couldn’t control myself. I was hysterical, in shock, as I set eyes on the long iron, with its insulted handle, and cursive tip, designed to sear the kef mark indelibly into the soft, smooth skin of a girl’s left thigh. 

First Girl of Gor (Part One of Two)

 

 

((Being, the fourth in a series of interlinked PoV Chloe stories that comprises the anthology book, ‘First Girl of Gor’. You’ll find the earlier three stories m under the ‘First Girl of Gor’ sidebar tab. And just a reminder – the events here take place parallel during the early chapters of Ubara of Gor, before Cassandra is captured by Yishana, and before the recent events in Companions of Gor))

 

I was cold. I’d felt bitterly cold since we had first started this miserable ascent of the mountain slope that Brinn called White Fang. I’m a warm weather kajira who enjoys wearing a Taharian chalwar and vest, running barefoot through soft meadow grass lands with a warm summer breeze in my hair. I’m not suited to being bundled up in thick furs and clambering around on mountain trails. 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Seventeen

 

 

A sense of abiding terror now consumed me. It was the habitual not knowing; the not knowing where we were going, why we were going there, and whether or not I would be returned to Argentum for ransom. Logic dictated I would be, but we were heading east. Argentum lay to the west. We were going in the wrong direction! I grew more and more anxious as the days rolled by. I was a naked girl chained in a flatbed slave wagon! Julian seemed not to care that I had offered him so much money, or, if he did, he was keeping an expressionless kaissa face for me to see. I clung to the belief that our journey east was only a temporary necessity to avoid the war bands that lay between us and Argentum, and that when it was safe to do so, Julian would travel there with all due haste. 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Sixteen

 

 

Beth led me from the tent, her hand gripped tightly in my hair – a restraining technique made easy by the long length of my hair and her superior height.

 

“There is no need for that!” I said, as I stumbled beside her. 

 

“Would you prefer me to leash you, 293? I could put you on a girl leash?”

 

“No.” 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Fifteen

 

 

“What did you do to the army of Argentum?” I realised how foolish that sounded, the moment I spoke the words.

 

“I should perhaps confess that I am a magician from Anango, and not simply the metal worker you presumed me to be,” said Julian. “It was a simple matter of waiting until the stars were in alignment and then working a potent magical charm capable of vanishing an army.”

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Fourteen

 

 

I woke gradually form a sequence of very lurid dreams that I shall not describe, to find it was still dark, though the soft chirping of distant birds outside the tent suggested dawn was close. I lay on my couch and felt a man’s arm around my waist. To my surprise I discovered that Julian shared my bed and in his sleep he had pinned me to the furs, with his right hand cupping my bottom. Obviously I had fallen asleep after the events of last night, and I had neglected to return him to the space beneath my wagon, which had been careless of me. 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Thirteen

 

 

“Are we enemies now?”

 

The dinner had broken up in due course. We stood away from the other officers, gazing out over the camp at the three moons of Gor that hung in the night sky. 

 

“I suppose we are, yes,” said Cornelius as he looked down at me in the torch light. “You are a free woman of Argentum, and I am a warrior of Corcyrus. These things are set and we cannot change them.”

 

“I don’t want to be your enemy,” I said softly.

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Twelve

 

 

“It is acceptable for a woman to be feminine, Mistress,” said Beth as she carefully brushed my hair that evening. She first brushed one side and then the other, with measured even strokes. She was referring of course to the incident with Julian. She knew why I had ordered him chained beneath the wagon before the sun had barely set. Kajirae know everything, it seems.  

 

She was right, of course. It is not just acceptable for a woman to be feminine, but it is expected of her. Men do not permit us to live any other way.

 

“His kiss was unacceptable,” I said. Somehow I could still taste it as a tangible memory on my lips. 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Eleven

 

 

It had rained heavily last night and so our wagons were bogged down in thick, cloying, mud as we began to break camp. I watched from the mouth of my tent as several burly men strained to free the heavy wheels at the back as the draft tharlarion was goaded to pull forward with all its strength.

 

I drank some hot black wine and watched the rain continue to beat its steady rhythm on the tent tarpaulin. 

 

It was the fourth day after having found the Army of Argentum and joined its baggage train, and I felt free at last. For the time being I was well away from the talons and claws of the masked women of the concilio. Their reach didn’t extend very far outside of the main gates of the city, and whatever they thought of my true motives for leaving, I had a cast iron reason for doing so. 

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Ten

 

 

I knew what I had to do, of course. I had known it as I hurried home, no longer escorted by a bell ringing kajira.

 

There was no doubt in my mind that Beth would say something that would undermine my answers today. It was a certainty. It didn’t even need to be malicious on her part. They would simply fire pre-prepared questions at her and the girl would let slip some minor observation that would cast further doubt on my ‘purity’. In turn, those answers would then prove to be the legal basis for me to be summoned a second time.

 

A second appearance before the pudoris concilio would be very different from the first. I had heard of such second appointments. The second time a woman is summoned to the concillo, she appears there naked, her wrists chained together behind the small of her back, with a connecting length of chain securing her to the iron ring. 

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Nine

 

 

This is the way they come for you.

 

Two kajirae called upon me at my house. Their hair was gathered back in long pony tails and they both wore charcoal grey tunics, with modest rounded necklines, on which there was a single vertical light grey decorative stripe running down the left side of the tunic, marking them as the property of the terrifying Pudoris Concilio. One of the two girls carried a hand bell which she rang clearly in the street in front of my house to inform me it was time to emerge. It is wise not to delay doing so, because the little slut will continue to ring that bell, drawing attention to you, until you finally do appear. Other ladies living in your street will hear the chimes and will emerge to see who has been summoned by the Pudoris Concilio, so you would be wise to slip out as quickly as possible, otherwise word of your summoning swiftly spreads like wildfire. 

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Eight

 

 

“What is your name?” I said to the slave. 

 

“Lady Phillina.” She then screamed as I lashed her once with the whip.

 

“Wrong! You do not know your name, because you haven’t been told it yet!” She was naked, of course, freshly branded and collared as per the court judgement. I let her scream from the pain of her first whipping as my colleague, the Lady Rosalita, paced about her in the assessment chamber of the Slaver House.

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Seven

 

 

Five days later, Beth, my slave, came across me crying as I lay on the couch in my rooms. I had thrown the Arcessitus Propter to the tiled floor, where it lay open, the unfolded parchment document with its heavy wax seal visible between the two stiff cover bindings.

 

“Mistress?” Beth advanced into the room and watched as I sniffed back some fresh tears. I looked up, ashamed to have been found like this.

 

“Beth…” I hadn’t expected her back from her errands so soon. I rose from the couch and blew my nose, trying to appear calm again.

The Argentum/Corcyrus Conflict

As hostilities are brewing between Argentum and Corcyrus, in the novel 'Slaver of Gor', here is a timely reminder of the localised geography of the region (taken from the larger map of Gor that you can find via the ‘reference’ tab on the side bar)

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Six

 

 

I watched as the Lady Thamaya looked everywhere in the chamber of assessment other than directly at the naked figure of Julian.

 

“I may be beaten for saying so, but Mistress is very lovely,” said Julian after some moments of silence.

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Five

 

 

“I’m actually more than just a little nervous today,” said Lady Thamaya as she sipped her goblet of wine. “Can you imagine that!”

 

“Oh?” I raised an amused eyebrow as I sat beside her in the dappled sunlight of my private courtyard. We were shaded and screened by high walls and wooden trellis constructions on which vines and ivy climbed in abstract patterns. 

 

“Well, I’m not exactly in the habit of calling on friends in order that I might be assessed!” she said with a gentle laugh.

Chloe offers a secret glimpse of the Lady Amicia Katares

 

What does our Lady Slaver look like? Well, kind masters, and ever so gentle mistresses, through the digital art magic of breaking the Gorean fourth wall, we can take a peek at the Lady Amicia Katares and her slave girl, Beth, as the Lady prepares to bathe after an arduous day at work.  

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Four

 

 

“I understand you recently bought a silk slave,” said Bryssius as he escorted me through the opulent and ornamental public Gardens of Abrogastes. It was a bright sunny day in Argentum, perfect for an afternoon stroll in the company of a distinguished captain of Tharlarion cavalry. Bryssius wore a smartly pressed red tunic, and a crisp white cape as he walked by my side, making pleasant conversation. Other ladies strolled through the gardens with their own escorts, occasionally glancing at me in envy, for Bryssius cut a spectacular dash as he walked by.

Slaver of Gor – Chapter Three

 

 

When a woman puts a man to use, it is important that she establishes her dominance from the outset. There can be no prevarication whatsoever, or the man may scent weakness in the woman. The caste of slavers, of which I am a member of the governing council in Argentum, typically offers instruction in the best way to handle a silk slave when a woman chooses to buy one. Most free women have little understanding of how they should put a man to use, and left to their own improvisation that result is likely to be inadequate and leaves the woman regretting her purchase.

 

We want satisfied customers who will come back to us time and again. 

Slaver of Gor - Chapter Two

 

 

I returned home and, as always, the first thing I did was call for Beth to help me undress.

 

“Greetings Mistress. I hope you had a good day?” Beth has worn my collar for three years now and has proven to be an excellent slave. Had she not, I would have swiftly sold her. 

 

“A productive day, Beth. I can’t complain.”

Emma and Chloe model their new wardrobes for Gods of Gor!

 

Tal, kind masters and ever so gentle mistresses. I’ve brought Emma, the blonde barbarian herself, along today to help me model our new slave garments for the upcoming Gods of Gor book. As you can see, Master Brinn has trimmed Emma’s hair for the journey by canoe up river, through the rain forest region, in search of the Lady Beatrice. Say something Emma.

 

“It’s too short! He cut it too short!”

Slaver of Gor - Chapter One

 

 

There is always that moment at a fashionable garden party in Argentum, or perhaps a social ball, or indeed any evening reception, where fine Ladies of the city gather to converse and outwit one another, when I am asked what my profession might be.

 

I always enjoy that moment. In fact I savour the two or three ihn I allow to tick by before I answer, ‘slaver.” There is always such a look of surprise on the face of the Lady talking to me – a flustered look, as she realises perhaps, she hadn’t wanted to know that. 

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter Six

 

Chapter Six: The Lady Tima

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

 

It is now apparent that the House of Andronicus acts as something of a wholesaler to other slaver houses. Raw slaves are presumably acquired cheaply, then trained, and then sold on to auction houses who will market the stock. And when it comes to the sale of male silk slaves, it does seem that the business model is mostly run by women. Jason and his fellow silk slaves are lined up in display for a group of female slavers to inspect. Right from the first paragraph we see how cowed Jason is before these women, and how easy it is for them to stimulate the responses they require. Just the caress of the whip seems to arouse Jason.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Fourteen (Final Chapter)

 

 

It was late in the afternoon, only an ahn or two before the sun would set, as I walked through the streets of Vonda beside Mikos. I no longer wore the collar of House Andronicus.  Men had removed it from my throat, but had then quickly replaced it with another collar.

 

“What does it say?” I had asked. I could feel there was an inscription.

 

“Be quiet, kajira,” said the man. 

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter Five

 

Chapter Five: I am taught to pour wine; I am punished; I hear of the Market of Tima

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

 

 

Sometime has gone by and Jason is well into his training now. His hair has grown longer and he is being groomed to be ‘pretty’ as far as women are concerned:

 

"You look nice this evening, Jason," said the Lady Gina. 

 

"Thank you, Mistress," I said. I now wore a short, silk tunic, white, trimmed with red. My hair, longer now, though I had worn it long before, was combed back and tied behind my head with a white ribbon.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Thirteen

 

 

Asha seemed to be the strongest girl in this pen. Certainly all the other girls were intimidated by her, and she swaggered around at meal times with a confrontational gaze that made the other kajirae look away for fear of challenging her. So when Asha and Caelie pulled my hair together, laughing, it was Asha I hit moments later. I hit her three times, hard, one blow after another, and I broke her nose in the process and, I think, a few teeth. As she lay on the floor, stunned, I took hold of her right hand and quickly snapped two of the fingers on it. All this happened before a guard could intervene. When he did, he slapped me to the ground, angry that I had disfigured Asha in the short fight. As a lesson to me, he uncoiled his whip and lashed me five times.

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter Four

 

Chapter Four: Lola and Tela

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

 

Lady Gina of course has no intention of involving herself in the minutia of training Jason personally. She’s undoubtedly a busy woman with managerial responsibilities at a reasonably high level. She simply doesn’t have the time to micro manage the progress of every silk slave.

 

We see that the daily grind of training a kajirus is delegated to slave girls, and this is a common theme in Mr Norman’s books that male slaves are usually under the domination of their kajirae sisters. As if being enslaved isn’t bad enough for a Gorean man, he is further humiliated by being forced to obey a girl who is a mere five feet three inches tall, weighing one hundred and eighteen pounds.  

Companions of Gor: Chapter Twelve

 

 

I lurked around the corner, anxiously, waiting for Mikos to create a distraction that would give me time to reach the staircase unobserved.

 

To be honest I hadn’t see any need for us to sneak around like this. “I have a better idea,” I had said to him earlier that evening when he had outlined his plan to me.

 

“Oh?” he replied. His hands had reached under the short skirt of my slave tunic, which was very distracting. How was I supposed to think clearly when he did that?

 

“Stop that. This is serious. I have something to say.” 

 

He withdrew his hand and allowed me to settle down from being flustered. “I suppose I should permit you to speak then, Cassie.”

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter Three

 

Chapter Three: The Lady Gina

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

 

We bid farewell (for now) to Miss Beverly Henderson, and are left to only imagine the trials and tribulations she goes through, parallel to Jason’s own ordeal that the book squarely focuses on from this point forward. The lovely Miss Henderson will re-appear briefly in a later chapter of course.

 

In her place we are now introduced to our first sight of a dominant Gorean free woman: the Lady Gina. She is Jason’s first sight as he is rudely awakened (in chains) by the vicious strokes of her whip.

First Girl of the Sardar

 

 

((Being, the third in a series of interlinked PoV Chloe stories that comprises the anthology book, ‘First Girl of Gor’. It’s been a while before the previous two were posted, so you may wish to refresh your memory by re-reading those first. You’ll find them under the ‘First Girl of Gor’ sidebar tab. And just a reminder – the events here take place parallel during the early chapters of Ubara of Gor, before Cassandra is captured by Yishana. The current Simon and Cassandra serial takes place AFTER the conclusion of Ubara of Gor and parallel with the upcoming Gods of Gor))

 

 

The next morning I lay on my belly in an area of long grass with my close circle of trusted girls beside me. We watched the Lady Donna and her free companion as they supervised the setting up of their elaborate equipment. Everything from the crates had to be carefully unwrapped, assembled and calibrated. We watched as the Lady in particular inspected each piece of equipment in turn, focussing, adjusting, making minute alterations to the settings of the dials and scopes.

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter Two

 

Chapter Two: Syringes

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

 

Oh, no, our hapless hero and heroine awaken in a cement floored garage with lightbulbs swinging from cables! What is going to happen to them! I think we can guess… Both Jason And the lovely Miss Henderson are in a state of compete denial as they wake from the gas to find burly men with weapons preparing to process Miss Henderson for shipment to Gor.

 

Not that either of them yet believes that Gor exists. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter Eleven

 

 

I knelt beside the light from the loft window and applied slave cosmetics to my face while Mikos watched me like some keen eyed tarn. Free women sometimes use subtle cosmetics of their own, exclusively a light and very natural foundation to smooth out skin blemishes and tasteful eyeliner, but nothing more than that. What I had been given from Mikos’s small sack was a full array of vulgar cosmetics crafted for a kajira.

Read-Along-A-Gor: Fighting Slave of Gor, chapter One

 

Chapter One: The Restaurant; The Cab

 

(In which we read, Fighting Slave of Gor)

"May I speak to you intimately, Jason?" she asked.

 

It’s 1980 in New York, and university students, 22 year old Miss Beverly Henderson, and 25 (going on 45, by the style of his dialogue) year old Jason Marshall are meeting for dinner in a stylish restaurant of the kind that no students I ever knew could afford to frequent. 

 

Come to think of it, they don’t even sound like students. Jason is prone to being very serious and says things like ‘a useful instrumentality’. Miss Beverly Henderson says things like ‘some unimportant, minor differences in anatomical details are all that divide us,” when talking about gender.

Read-Along-A-Gor: ‘Fighting Slave of Gor’ by John Norman

 

 

So, what’s this, you say, with the probing insight I have long come to expect from my lovely readers? Well, it’s a sort of book club, or ‘read-along-a-Gor’ in which I, your humble narrator, re-read, chapter by chapter, one of the earliest Gor novels I bought as a precocious teenager, and discuss the stylistic flourishes, tropes and things that make the book work (or not). Along the way I’ll point out what Mr Norman does that is good, and what he does that isn’t necessarily so good, and you’ll get an idea how I craft my style into a sort of pastiche of his works, but also how I subvert some of the central concepts.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Ten

 

 

I woke at dawn as the first rays of bright sunlight came through the loft space window and into my face. I groaned, turned on the makeshift straw bedding, and heard the clink of chain as I moved. My hands reached out and grasped the chain links that ran from my collar ring through the straw, across the wooden decking and terminated at an iron slave ring. 

 

Of course. I was chained. I lifted my head and felt the chain move with me, slithering along the surface of the floor boards. Mikos had chained me before he had descended the ladder. He said it was so no one could steal me during the night while I slept. Gorean men tend to take that precaution with their slaves, at least. It is not unknown for a thief to enter through a window and abduct a girl while the man of the household sleeps in another room. And this was, as he had pointed out, a rough neighbourhood.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Nine

 

 

I ran in the darkness as fast as I could. I had no concept of where I was going, or where these narrow streets led to, but I was committed to putting as much distance between myself and that monster before she could pursue. 

 

I blindly turned down an alleyway to the left and then slipped quietly into a space between buildings that was barely wide enough for me to squeeze through. I waited there, trying to steady my breathing for fear it could be heard. The night was warm, but still it felt strange to feel air on my exposed skin. The light hairs on my arms stood up, not used to the touch of the breeze.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Eight

 

 

I cycled through feelings of shock, disbelief and rage in a matter of ihn, and then my emotions changed to that of fear and abandonment. Simon had dressed himself and then left me here, alone! I tried to think of a motive, why he could possibly have done this to me. 

 

“Well?” said the huge woman as she stood behind me.

 

“There was a man…”

 

“Your Master?” she asked.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Seven

 

  

Cassandra Assante

 

I paused for a moment on the darkened landing and gazed down the stairwell to the floor below where the café room was dimly illuminated by dimmed lamps. With the door to my bedroom now shut, the landing was quiet, save for the steady beating of my heart and my breathing which sounded pronounced and obvious to me. 

 

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

 

And then I took another deep breath.

 

And then I tried to make sense of my feelings. 

 

Always assess the facts, Lady Donna had once said to me. Unless you have the facts, solutions will not become apparent. 

Chloe’s Guide to Slave Paces – Part 2 : From Nadu to Sula

 

Greetings masters and gentle mistresses. Here on the Sardar estate we have been hunkering down over winter. Snow has fallen and the kajirae have been issued with warm clothing including cute fur lined booties and insulated jackets to wear over their tunics when they have to work outside. My Taharian girls hate this time of year and they don’t like the cold. Like cats they prefer to remain close to the fireplaces. I can’t say I blame them. 

 

All the girls on the estate have been trying extra hard during winter to share the furs of the men during the cold months. We all have small iron stoves in our pens, of course, and every morning a fresh ration of firewood is delivered, but even so, nothing beats snuggling up to a man in the furs to keep warm. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter Six

 

 

Cassandra was a little unsteady on her feet at first. As is often the case, you don’t realise how much you have had to drink until the first time you try to stand up. 

 

“Oh!” 

 

I caught hold of her arm as she nearly fell. 

 

“Careful, beloved. The wine has really gone to your head.”

 

“I could use some water,” she said as she steadied herself with the palm of one hand against a wall. 

 

The kajira who had been serving our table stood close by, watching keenly. She gave Cassandra a strange look, but I couldn’t imagine why.

Companions of Gor: Chapter Five

 

 

“Simon, why are we walking through this city quarter? I can’t imagine any fine dining establishment can be found hereabouts. This is the sort of quarter where I would send Ramon to hire common ruffians without any scruples, if I wished work done that I could conveniently disavow.”

 

The Lady Cassandra had a point. Our City Walker was leading us down streets that frankly had seen better days. Since coming to Vonda I had frequented the fine dining establishments in the centre of the city, where we ate and drank in ornate gardens with painted wall frescos and the pleasing sound of caged song birds, not to mention demure kajirae in modest white tunics who served delicious food amongst the colonnades. Now however, we were walking down, well, shall we say dangerous, seedy streets?

 

It didn’t help that Cassandra looked fabulous in scintillating gowns of radiant colours, as she always did when we went out for the evening. She was obviously incredibly wealthy and important. She stood out like a neon sign and would attract unwanted attention from criminals. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter Four

 

 

Anya was of course quick to point out to me that night what hadn’t been immediately obvious.

 

“Master, a word in private?” She touched my arm as I stood there observing the sight of my beloved free companion lying on our bed, her wrists still tied to the slave ring. She seemed peaceful, relaxed,  content, as women do when they have experienced a healthy orgasm. Her knees were curled slightly to her stomach in a foetal position and her breathing was the female equivalent of a gentle purr.

 

The sex with Cassandra had been acceptable. Not good. Not superb. Simply acceptable. But that was a big step up from our previous occasions.

 

“Can’t it wait?” I said, barely turning to view my lovely slave. I was very happy that I had bought Anya. Could a man have ever made a better investment than this striking dark haired slut? She was a marvel in the furs and her advice had guided me well so far in the behaviour of women. And she was smitten with me. It was obvious enough. I think she saw in me her true master. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter Three

 

 

The estate was impressive, and, like many of the properties surrounding Vonda, was essentially a self-sufficient and fortified farmstead or, in this case, country house with landscaped gardens, set in the centre of hundreds of acres of land on which crops were grown, animals were pastured and most importantly, vines were cultivated. The wines of the Vonda region are quite remarkable, and a personal favourite of mine. 

 

We rode on down through the vineyards belonging to my Lady, observing men and women tending to the vines under the watchful eye of overseers with whips. To the right I could see a river which was the source of the irrigation for the fields. The main building up ahead was essentially a large open rectangle, with porticos enclosing gardens entered through another portico, but decades of expansion had resulted in adjoining buildings with independent courtyards. These were then organically linked by their own porticos or extended as a colonnade, with a roof structure over a walkway, supported by columns or enclosed by walls. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter Two

 

I was in a great mood that morning as I rode through the countryside surrounding the walls of Vonda. 

 

A great mood.

 

I must have been an impressive sight as I rode like the important man I now was, with my personal banner men who sat with rigid spines on their tharlarions. We flew the serpent banner of Cassandra’s house and from time to time we passed travellers on foot going to or from Vonda.

 

“Tal, friend,” I would say, offering them a cheery wave. They were mostly poor people of low castes, though we also rode past a few wagons and carts on which sat men and women of the scribes and merchants. I wanted them to feel a little of my benevolence and good mood, and once they realised my banner men weren’t going to rob or kill them, they responded back with polite greetings of their own. 

Companions of Gor: Chapter One

 

((Something to help tide my faithful readers over while Chloe and I are working hard on the new book, ‘Gods of Gor’. This is a three part short story focussing on Simon and Cassandra, following on from their return to the Sardar after the events of Ubara of Gor))

 

And so, farewell to the bloodstained coast of the Black Kingdoms, and that bitch, Yishana!

 

It was a relief when Cassandra and I finally left the Sardar estate, that wet morning. It had been uncomfortable enough on the long voyage home on the ship, Waverider, surrounded by Brinn’s warriors, none of whom seemed to have anything good to say about me. Their grim, silent hostility hung over the vessel like a toxic cloud as the ship sailed north, and the way they stared at me as I passed by on the main deck beggared belief. When I would mention this to Cassandra, she would smile and simply reassure me that ‘my brother’s men can be surly at times. Ignore them, my beloved. We will be home soon.” Her gentle arms would embrace me and we would share a chaste kiss away from the gazes of the men. Cassandra Assante was a rich prize, indeed, and I basked in the raised status that companionship with her bestowed.