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:

Gods of Gor Chapter Twelve

 

Chapter Twelve: The Trading Post

 

“He says we’re close, Master. The trading post is maybe three or four pasangs further ahead. We can be there later today.” Mina had been translating for us again, speaking to a couple of fishermen that we had encountered on our journey up river. They regarded us warily at first, sensing that Tijani and Brinn were warriors, and successful ones at that, judging by the number of kajirae they owned. I had told Brinn to smile when he met natives, so as not to scare them, but after seeing what his forced smile looked like, I had told him just to go back to his usual ‘resting bitch’ expression.

 

“What’s a resting bitch?” asked Brinn. I had used the precise English words, rather than the clumsy Gorean versions. 

 

“It’s a lovely compliment, Master.” I offered him a warm smile, and he seemed pleased with that contrived explanation. 

 

Bea was just three or four pasangs away. 

 

I was gut scared at the prospect of reaching the end of our journey and encountering my sister, for the moment of truth was now an inescapable reality. While we still had a long journey ahead of us I could at least defer the moment of revelation when I would tell Bea who I was. I had thought that by the time I reached the trading post I would be ready; I would have steeled myself for whatever her reaction might be. But now I wasn’t so sure.

 

Brinn could sense my nerves – he could sense how on edge I was.

 

“Is something wrong. Emma? We will find your sister this afternoon.”

Gods of Gor Chapter Eleven

 

Chapter Eleven: A Slave Tunic

 

I have no idea whether Gorean psychologists (if that caste even exists) have ever done a study on kajirae, but if they did, they will almost certainly have noticed the awkward way kajirae act and speak when they are in the presence of a Free Woman who they know will almost certainly be collared and branded in a short while. 

 

Kajirae are terrified of Free Women – and rightly so – but a subtle change occurs when the Free Woman is obviously heading towards enslavement. On the surface there is still a deference shown – the woman is free, after all – but like feral street cats that cautiously approach the offer of food, half expecting it to be a trap, we begin to test the boundaries of what we can say and do. It helps if the Free Woman in question has an inkling that she is going to be enslaved. If she’s observant enough to understand that, she will also understand that she has everything to lose by antagonising women who will very soon be chained to her in a coffle. One of us will almost certainly be a First Girl, and she will be subject to the switch. An Intelligent Free Woman in such a situation will begin to moderate her behaviour during the remaining days, or hours, in which she is free. 

 

But even if the Free Woman doesn’t understand her ultimate fate, kajirae tend to grow bolder in the way they respond to her commands and rebukes. We have strength in numbers, and as soon as we scent change in the air – as soon as we see a change in the way men treat the Free Woman – perhaps removing her clothing, placing her under some capture disciplines – then we begin to take risks.

 

And so it was, that all four of us watched silently as Tijani helped the Lady Taleisha into the canoe.

 

The naked Lady Taleisha.

What Remains of Rebecca Palmer Chapter Thirteen

 

Chapter Thirteen: Leonard

 

The file came up late in the morning, just before I was going to head to the cafeteria for lunch, and so I almost closed it without thinking. 

 

Ellory, Mara.

Age: 17

Inner Party 

Transfer Origin: Ravenscourt Hall.

Compliance Index: 6.4 (volatile trend).

 

I stopped breathing for a moment as I read the name, Ravenscourt. The word sat on the screen as if it had weight, and I told myself it was simply coincidence. My old school. I didn’t know anyone called Mara Ellory, but it was my old school, and she would have been a few years behind me. The system processed hundreds of monitoring updates every single day. It didn’t mean anything significant.

 

I scrolled down and saw a list of petty offences that slowly built up over time into a profile of a young woman with a wild, rebellious streak. Each point of inflection registered a score, and bit by bit the score built up. 

 

Cafeteria non-response to supervisory prompt.

Dormitory light-out breach — 00:19 hours.

Counselling notation: affective detachment.

Passive-aggressive response to New Feminism

Unorthodox approach to school uniform regulations

Baseline cortisol variance elevated.

 

It was nothing, but it was also everything, because I knew now how this worked. I knew the thresholds. The Purge instigated by the vengeful Frick family hadn’t stopped with me, my father, and my mother. There were eyes everywhere now – especially in a boarding school for the precocious daughters of Inner Party members who had been seen to be loyal to Karl Magnus. A sustained score above 6.5 combined with a resistance marker triggered a Reclassification Review. And Reclassification led ultimately to Relocation Assessment.

 

And Relocation meant ‘does not come back’.