The Emma of Gor Trilogy: An Introduction

The 'Emma of Gor' trilogy is a series of fan-fiction books set on John Norman's Counter Earth world of Gor. Chronologically speaking, they occur in the following order:

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Eight

 

We dined well at breakfast time on what could possibly be my last day alive before I fell to a vicious sword thrust from Stannis Assante. Felix was my guest, for I wanted to make some vague gesture of contrition in respect of his wounded right arm. I recalled the first time I had seen him since the fight by the main gates of Torcadino; his right arm was in a sling and he was recovering from a vicious sword cut. I should have been there at his side, guarding his flank, but instead I had run after Miss Sally Reeve and been stabbed with her poisoned hair pin.

 

“I regret being unable, at present, to beat your head against that nearby wall,” Felix had remarked, indicating his wounded arm. “And repeatedly. You’ll forgive me, I hope, Roland, for postponing such a thing until my sword arm feels better?”

 

“That’s quite understandable,” I said. “Take your time. Your health comes first, Felix.”

 

Felix smiled and I could see in his eyes that I was sort of forgiven. Felix is a good man. One of the very beat. I swore then and there that I’d never desert him again. 

 

And so we dined lavishly on a late breakfast of sorts, served in the paga tavern of Rubin Clegane. I didn’t stint on the food – I simply ordered platters of everything.

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Seven

“Well, you can’t fight him, that’s for sure. You’ll be dead within the first ten ihn,” said Adam.

 

“I don’t intend fighting him. And thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt that I’d last even that long.” We were walking through the streets of Torcadino, having picked up some hot pastries from a nearby food stall. 

 

The ground under my sandals was uneven and dusty with large, worn flagstones that had been polished smooth by centuries of footsteps. It was midday and the streets were a cacophony of sounds: the clatter of cart wheels turning on stones, the shouts of merchants hawking their wares, and the murmur of a hundred passing conversations blending into one vast hum. Adam and I wove through the crowd, navigating a living river of togas and tunics, dodging slaves, soldiers, and citizens alike. The air was rich with a pungent mix of woodsmoke, sweat, and the thick aroma of roasting meat from the nearby thermopolium. I glanced up at the buildings lining the street—tall, imposing structures of brick and concrete, their upper floors occasionally adorned with vibrant frescoes. Torcadino was a thriving series of arteries that pulsed life throughout its maze-like rat run of cylinders and buildings. 

 

“Just give him the slave. That’s all he wants,” said Adam. 

 

“It’s got a little more complicated than that. It seems our beloved Sellius Gavia has heard of the challenge and he sees it as the opportunity for Corcyrus to prove it can stand up to Argentum, and is therefore worthy of having Torcadino as an ally. The long and short of it is, Sellius Gavia insists on having the Kajira Canjellne challenge fought out as a sideshow during Kayra’s Free Companionship ceremony. It’s not me against Stannis. It’s Corcyrus standing up to Argentum. If I back out, Sellius will decide that Corcyrian men are cowards.”

“There’s nothing cowardly about refusing to take part in a one on one challenge against Stannis Assante. That’s just common sense.”

 

“I know that, you know that, but Sellius wants gladiatorial combat before the vows are spoken. It’s not a question of whether I can win – it’s just demonstrating that I’m not afraid.”

 

“But you are afraid,” remarked Adam.

 

“Yeah, I’m practically shitting myself already, and the duel is still a couple of days away.” 

 

“And you’ll be dead,” said Adam.

 

“Yeah, probably.”

 

“There’s no probably about it.” 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Six

Three days after our troubling encounter with Sellius Gavia, Stannis Assante rode into the city of Torcadino.

 

He was accompanied by the huntresses, Svetlana and Mishka, and a small band of his most loyal men. The news was delivered to me in my sumptuous apartments in the eastern wing of the palace by Gaius Antony.

 

“The matter is more than a little awkward,” Gaius admitted as he drank a small ka-la-na with me that afternoon. “Obviously, and I must stress this to set your mind at ease, you enjoy a degree of diplomatic protection as you are an ambassador from a city that is soon to be our ally.” 

 

“I should hope so,” I said by way of reply.

 

A dark haired slave knelt close enough to respond promptly to commands, but not so close that she might intrude in a conversation between men. At the mention of Stannis Assante her body seemed to react. She glanced up in surprise.

 

“Eyes down, girl,” I reminded her. The girl swiftly lowered her eyes again. She looked beautiful in her brief tunic and steel collar. She knelt in nadu with her thighs open before us for there were no Free Women present who might object. Her hands rested, palms down, on the softness of her thighs. Women are just so incredibly beautiful when they are collared. Steel seems so natural when locked about their delicate throats. And I think they know this when they are finally enslaved. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Five

This was the life for a Hero of Gor!

 

I lay slumped against the edge of a wide Roman style heated bath that measured approximately sixteen feet by eight while two naked slave girls soaped and washed me with the sort of loving care and dutiful attention that a Hero of Gor deserved. Close to hand, served on bronze plates at the side of the bathing pool, was an excellent goblet of wine and a selection of cheeses, cured meats and fruit. A third slave girl was delicately peeling each of the black grapes in turn and feeding them to me between her teeth. I took each grape in turn and then kissed those luscious lips as they leaned towards me.

 

The air was scented with jasmine, and soft flute and harp music was being plucked and teased from instruments some chambers away. I felt at peace at last as I lay in the warm water, feeling those soft kajira hands please me. One of the girls – Koya – was oiling my penis, which was by now completely rigid and protruding like a ferocious sea monster from the depths. Ahh, bliss. 

 

“Does Master like that?” asked Koya as she did things to my shaft that I really can’t describe. 

 

I sighed. “You’re the best, Koya – the very best.”

 

“Thank you, Master.” 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Four

 

Kayra tried to prolong my visit for I think she sensed that the next time I might see her it would be with a brand on her left thigh and hoop rings through her earlobes. So long as I remained beside the kennel bars that moment might be postponed indefinitely. 

 

“Just a few ehn longer, please, Master,” she begged. She reached with her fingers through the bars, but the jailer would not permit me to touch a slave that could not be verified as my property. He struck the bars with a wooden rod, and Kayra swiftly withdrew her hand. “I love you,” she said, as she stared out at me. “There, I’ve said it. I love a man I may never have. A man who…” she hesitated, afraid of what she must say, “I belong to in my dreams, body and soul.”

 

“If she isn’t your property, she certainly wants to be,” said the jailer as he escorted me back along the row of other kennel cages. I knew there was no point arguing with the man that I didn’t want Kayra branded. Until I could prove she was my property I had no say in the matter, and time was running out. With less than six ahn until the metal worker came for her, I couldn’t waste even a single ehn. 

 

I emerged back onto the street and considered my options. 

 

That didn’t take long. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Three

 

It took some effort, and my muscles screamed and protested every inch of the way, but I forced myself first into a seated and upright position on the marble slab, and then as circulation returned to my legs I pushed up onto my feet again.

 

Like Lazarus, I had risen. 

 

One thing was for sure, I’d better not get into any fights for a while. Sometimes you just get a sense of where you stand relative to sea level, and I felt sure I was in some underground chamber beneath the city. I gazed up at the barred windows – each one too narrow for a man to squeeze through – and I got the sense that the windows were at street level, approximately fourteen feet above me. 

 

I took a deep breath, and then another deep breath. Each breath hurt, but not nearly as badly as in the narrow side passage when Sally and Kayra had been fighting like two rival alley cats. 

 

This had to be some sort of mausoleum; somewhere that bodies could be taken to and stored prior to any official funeral rites being served. I had no idea how I had survived the toxin, but then I had no idea either why a passing sleen had chewed through my leather bindings when Sally had left me to die in the woods. I was beginning to wonder if supernatural forces really were keeping me alive for some unfathomable reason. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty Two

 

My breath had the rasping sound of a punctured aqualung, and I felt a tightness in my chest as if an anvil had been placed there pressing down on me. It was so hard to breathe. 

 

“You’re dying, Roland,” said Sally Reeve as she watched my face turn purple. “Well, I mean, we’re all dying of course, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day – it’s the nature of the human condition, isn’t it? Ever since I was born I started to decay. Do you know that song?  But you’re sort of a hundred metres sprinter now, so close to the finishing line compared to all the marathon runners out there. The toxin is working its way through your body. Does it hurt?”

 

I sucked in some partial breath and felt my lungs burn as I did so. I couldn’t speak more than a word or two.

 

“I think it does hurt. Why didn’t you listen to me before? Women are superior to men in all respects, save for a few inconsequential physical traits. And I think I’ve just demonstrated that, haven’t I?” She leaned forward, not afraid of me anymore. “Will it be a little easier if I kiss you, hmm?” My lips were numb from the toxin, but I was vaguely aware of Sally kissing me. “I honestly will miss you, Roland. If it’s any consolation…” she laughed to herself in a self-conscious manner. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but I’ve thought about you a few times since the Inn. Can I tell you a secret? Just between you and me? Just before you die? Will you promise to never tell anyone?”

 

Another tortured breath. Another wracking spasm of pain. I tried to lift my right hand but it barely cleared the cobblestone paving slabs. It felt so heavy, so I let it fall. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty One

 

And there she stood – the great walled city of Torcadino - the jewel of central Gor - if you believed the citizens of Torcadino. To the east were the Flats of Sarpeto, and if you ventured even further east you would then reach the mighty Voltai mountain range. Beyond those mountains lay the lands known as the Barrens, of which the less said the better, and we would not be going anywhere near there. 

 

“We made it,” said Felix as he slowed his pace. ‘Hai Corcyrus!” He raised his sword arm in a triumphant fist. Kayra, who was standing beside me, cheered. 

 

“Let’s walk through the great gates before we celebrate,” suggested Adam as he watched the thin line of travellers ahead of us passing in and out of the city. 

 

“You’re expecting trouble in the last three hundred yards?” I said.

 

“It’s my job to expect trouble all the time,” he replied. “This is the moment that will be the most dangerous for us. Our enemies might not know how and where we travelled, but they certainly know what our destination is. If you wanted to be absolutely certain of finding us, where would you position the best of your men?”

 

“At the entrance of Torcadino,” I said. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Thirty

 

“You seem to have a habit of crossing my path,” said Darian Athuk as he gazed at me. “First you were a kajirus, then you were an Outlaw. What are you today?”

 

“A slaver,” I said with some satisfaction. “We now share the same caste.” 

 

“I’m supposed to believe that?”

 

“My papers.” There was probably a trace of smugness as I showed him official papers stamped by the caste of Slavers in Corcyrus. The Tatrix had arranged these papers along with my papers of citizenship. It was an advance thank you for services rendered to her. 

 

“Congratulations,” said Darian, drily, without any trace of real warmth or affection in his voice as he handed the papers back. “Should I expect you to be an Ubar the next time I see you?”

 

“One can only hope.” 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Nine

The play had concluded by the time I emerged back into the theatrical field. Now the stage was being cleared of its various props and makeshift scenery, and the actresses were no doubt readying themselves to receive the first of their amorous visitors. Not everyone had moved on yet. I could see maybe fifty to sixty men still loitering in the field, drinking and laughing. Behind me, the paga tent belonging to Rubin Clegane would continue to do good business. Another of the tent’s paga slaves hurried past me, skipping lightly on the balls of her feet to deliver paga to a group of men on my left. She was lovely, but she wasn’t Kelly Milford. My mind was focussed now on two direct questions – would Clegane sell Kelly to me, and, assuming he would, what would her price be?

 

I checked my funds. They were sufficient for day to day living, and living well, but Kelly would not be cheap. She was obviously an asset to the paga tavern, and by now many men would be familiar with her service and would visit simply to enjoy her in particular. One should never underestimate the value of an established paga slave. Men can be sentimental, returning time and time again for the same girl. Replacing Kelly ran the risk of turning away some of her regular customers. 

 

Torches and lanterns now illuminated the theatrical field and other fields beyond this one. The more extravagant areas also enjoyed the benefit of energy bulbs that provided artificial illumination many times more powerful than Earth light bulbs. But energy bulbs were expensive and most market stalls in the Fair wouldn’t stretch that far. 

 

I felt a yearning for Kelly despite my having already had her tonight. Putting her to use the once only made me want to be with her again. The more I thought back to our previous encounters the harder it became for me to accept I wouldn’t be sleeping with her curled against my body tonight. Her absence actually felt painful. Would she feel the same? I didn’t want to delude myself that I was in any way her Love Master, but there was no mistaking the emotions she stirred in me. My imagination ran riot and I conjured up in my mind all manner of nightmare scenarios where some other man was speaking to Rubin Clegane at this very moment, offering a pouch of silver to buy her. 

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Eight

 

Kelly fucking Milford… standing before me in diaphanous pleasure silk.

 

She had of course spilled the paga the moment she recognised me. In fairness, I might have done the same if I were in her place. 

 

“Kelly,” I said, as I gazed down at her. Her mouth opened and then closed in shock surprise. Those lips were perfectly rouged, as would be expected of a paga slave. Spilled paga slopped around on the tray, much to Felix’s anguish. 

 

I instantly remembered the train, the tent, our frantic love making back on Earth. I have enjoyed a lot of women since all this began, but I think Kelly had been the hottest girl I’d had so far. There was an unfettered passion that seemed to take control of her when she was aroused, and from memory she became aroused very quickly. It shouldn’t have come as any surprise that she had ended up as a paga slave. Of course she was a paga slave. 

 

“Our paga!” Felix cried. “Clumsy slave!”

 

“Please forgive me, Master,” cried Kelly, as she suddenly realised what had happened. This was bad for any paga slave. Such a girl did not risk spilling anything from the cups. If she did she would have to return to the paga tent to obtain replacements. She would be punished, if not immediately, because the tent was probably very busy by now, then later, after the tent had closed. In all likelihood the girl would be whipped and then caged. Paga slaves did not spill paga, not ever. It was the worst thing they could possibly do. 

 

“It’s okay, Felix, I’ve got this.”

 

“She spilled our paga!”

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Seven

 

The two ‘free women’ who took to the stage were of course luscious kajirae dressed in the type of theatrical garb that was common place to represent robed and veiled women. While they wore robes of concealment to a point, said robes were of cheap but brightly coloured rep cloth fabric and were cut high on the calves of the women, showing off rather more of the lower legs than an actual free woman would ever be comfortable with.

 

“I’ve bought some nuts roasted in honey,” said Felix as he returned from the nearby market stalls to flaunt a sweet smelling paper bag under our noses. Nearby men were walking around the theatre field beginning to light torches and lanterns that hung from poles hammered into the soft ground.

 

“What about our paga?” asked Adam.

 

“That’s coming. I paid an extra copper tarsk bit it so I wouldn’t have to carry the paga from the tent. I didn’t want to spill any of it. It’s a boisterous crowd and it’ll only get more rowdy once the actresses start to strip.”

 

Which of course they would. This was a Boots Tarsk Bit play, and that generally followed a predictable format. 

 

“Honey nuts?” said Felix as he offered the bag to me.

 

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Six

 

It rained solidly for the next two days, which seemed to reflect my dour, gloomy mood as we marched even closer to Torcadino. We were now well in the sphere of control claimed by that city state and with each passing pasang under our feet there was less chance that foreign enemy forces might penetrate deeply enough to intercept us. The closer we got to the city walls the better the outlying security imposed by that state’s military forces became. 

 

The heavy rain added to our optimism for it meant that our scent would be washed away, making it difficult for tracking sleen to find us. Not that I believed there were any tracking sleen following us.

 

Refugees from Corcyrus became few and far between now that we had put some considerable distance between us and the city walls. In truth, most citizens had chosen to remain in their city, for Corcyrus was said to still be fighting with grim determination, and most citizens will not abandon their Home Stone until all hope is lost. That said, we heard stories that Ar had sent some legions to bolster the armed might of Argentum, and now the struggle was weighted heavily on the side of our enemy. The fog of war meant we couldn’t be sure what was happening at the frontline, nor where the frontline now stood, but Adam confirmed one night that our city’s situation would be very grim indeed if we failed to secure aid from Torcadino.

 

“We need their armies,” he said. “The warriors of Corcyrus are dying in their hundreds every day to buy us enough time to secure an alliance. We can’t let their deaths be in vain.” His words were meant especially for me. “We don’t have the luxury of self-pity, Roland. I understand you have suffered more than one tragedy, but this is bigger than you or me. Our men, our women, and our children hope with each passing day that Torcadino will come to their aid. That is all that should concern you.”

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Five

It wasn’t supposed to end like this. These men were my brothers. 

 

I ran towards Rolfe as he lay on his back in the damp grass, his body convulsing from two well aimed gun shot wounds. His sword lay fallen, several yards away from his right hand.

 

“Rolfe!” I dropped to my knees beside him and pressed down with my hands on the most serious looking of the two gunshot wounds, trying hard to staunch the blood flow. He seemed to be in shock. “Stay with me!” I cried. “Keep your eyes open, damn you! You’re not going to die! You’re not going to die!”

 

“Sword…” he croaked as blood coated his lips. “My sword… the Gods…” the fingers of his right hand opened and closed futilely, trying to reach a hilt that was beyond his grasp. “Roland… my sword…”

Barbarian of Gor Chapter Twenty Four

 

Rolfe reached the top of the summit and took a moment to gaze directly at me with an ambiguous expression.

 

“Roland,” he said, after a slight pause.

 

“Rolfe,” I said back. “It is good to see you, brother.”

 

“No it isn’t,” said Rolfe. His heavy shield was already unslung from his shoulders and he had it gripped with his left arm. “I see you have fallen in with new sword brothers.” His eyes regarded Adam and Felix, seemingly sizing them up.

 

“They are good men, Rolfe,” I began. “This is Adam, and this is…”

 

“Their names are irrelevant,” said Rolfe, cutting me off. “I do not need to be introduced to men who will soon be dead.”

Boo!

 

Okay, so it’s been a longer break than I originally intended…

 

I am the kajira of understatement at times! Frankly, I’m astonished you’ve all still been logging on, re-reading past stories and patiently waiting with a patience that Gorean men rarely show with kajirae. The 'views' counter has notched up nearly two million views which is remarkable, considering I do nothing at all to promote this site.

 

You can expect some new chapters beginning next week, though I think I have to re-read my earlier chapters to remember all the intricacies before I tap away on anything new!

 

I currently have four books in an unfinished state, so I’m going to knuckle down and concentrate on finishing each of them in turn. I’m probably going to begin with finishing the Roland trilogy (Barbarian of Gor), then do the same with The Shadow in the Dark, and then go back to Beware the Savage Jaw, before finally concluding Cassandra’s book, Secrets of Gor. That, and I need to remember how to format things on Blogger! It's easy to forget when I've been away for a year... 

 

There are probably some feedback comments to catch up on, too, so I’ll take a look at those soon. 😊