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:

In answer to a question about my brand...

“So, there was a comment on a previous post about my apparent lack of a slave brand in the picture of me from Ubara of Gor. 'Why is this kajira not branded with a kef on her left thigh?' wrote a puzzled Master or Mistress. (warm smile if you happen to be a Master, and lowered eyes, and slight trembling if you happen to be a Mistress...)

Preview of Ubara of Gor

So, here's a sneak preview of a few pages (pretty much spoiler free) of one of the early chapters of Ubara of Gor, to wet your appetite for the fifth Emma novel later this year. The picture above by the way is of a new character for the book, called Naomi, who at the beginning of the novel is First Girl on the Larl of the Thassa. Art by the talented chloeK of course.

Concept art for book 5 (Ubara of Gor): Emma Anderson

Although book 5 – Ubara of Gor – is some way off still (you won't see it until the end of the year), preparations are already underway for it, in that I have seven or so chapters written and it will be an ongoing piece of work alongside my other writing over the next seven months or so. In the meantime, chloeK, my talented collaborator in these Gor novels, has begun working on concept pieces of art and I had to share this one straight away as it's Emma's new look for Ubara of Gor.

Kiera of Gor (4)

4: White silks and red silks

I was the first to scream as the enormous six legged sleen emerged cautiously from the thick foliage, but within seconds my screams were added to by the screams of the other girls. None of us had ever seen such a thing before and instinctively we recognised it for what it was – a dangerous, feral predator that viewed us as food. The reaction of the two men did nothing to allay my fears, for as the sleen appeared Leofric withdrew several steps facing the beast, and Sadric pushed me to my knees beside the tree.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Eighteen (of Eighteen)

Chapter Eighteen: Ventura Highway

((AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you'd like a 'multi-media' experience to reading this chapter, you can have the song on youtube playing in a separate window as you begin reading: Ventura Highway ))


We were maybe twenty miles or so outside of Monterey, driving along the Pacific Coast Highway in an open top Ford Mustang when one of Rachel’s favourite old songs came on the radio.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Seventeen (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter Seventeen: Hexagram 23 – 'Things Fall Apart'

“Sword brother,” said Brinn with genuine warmth and admiration as he clasped Simon’s arm with his own. “You came for me. I will not forget this.”

Oh, the Bromance! I watched as the 'sword brothers' (snark...) hugged each other in a manly way. You might be forgiven for thinking by the way they downed paga and toasted one another that they had rescued Chloe and myself, rather than the other way around.

Men.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Sixteen (of Eighteen)

Chapter Sixteen – Emma Anderson, Sword Woman of Gor

We managed to beach the rowing boat on a narrow sandbank or mud flat (it was hard to tell which exactly in the pre-dawn gloom) underneath the small private jetty belonging to the lagoon island. I waded in cold sea water up to my knees as I scrambled up and helped Marissa and Chloe to haul the boat onto the wet ground where we then tethered the boat in place with rope. We worked quietly but swiftly, aware that dawn was about to break and all hell would soon be playing out in the dank basement below the house where the old Kur was waiting to be fed.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Fifteen (of Eighteen)

Chapter Fifteen - The Ninth Wave

I awoke naked on the grass, feeling numb and cold in equal measure. Slowly, as if time had contracted to a slow crawl, I lifted my heavy body as far as I could manage on my hands and knees. I felt incredibly weak still from whatever drug had been injected into my neck after Elizabeth had stunned me with a blow to my head. My vision was blurred and disorientated from dozens of flaring light sources that slowly focussed into hand held flaming torches carried by the silver masked women of the Shadow Council. They were out in force in the early hours of the morning, forming a semi-circle of sorts on the sloping ground to the rear of the house. I had no way of knowing for sure, but I felt this must be an hour or so preceding dawn, when night slowly gives way to morning. There was no way I could stand – I simply wasn’t strong enough and my muscles seemed to strain with just the effort of raising myself onto my knees. I had to support myself in a kneeling position with both hands palms down in the grass for fear of my spinning head sending me reeling off balance and falling face first again.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Fourteen (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter 14: Dominance and Submission

There was a look of incredulous fury in Marissa’s eyes as I led her to my bed chamber for the night. This probably had something to do with the fact that I had asked one of the silver masked women to gag her and secure her wrists behind her back. A further consideration may have been the leash I then attached to the small ring fixed to her collar. These things matter to Free Women I suppose. If looks could kill, Marissa was close to the nuclear launch option right now.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Thirteen (of Eighteen)

Chapter Thirteen: For those who Trespass against us...

I find it difficult to convey the intense shroud of absolute darkness that enveloped the chamber. We often mistake darkness for an absence of light, whereas in fact it’s usually just a reduction in light, and one that we grow accustomed to as our night vision kicks in. The effect of the Kurii globe was different in that it cancelled out light waves entirely, leaving nothing for our eyes to adjust to. I could have stared into that ink black abyss for a year without my eyes perceiving anything at all.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Twelve (of Eighteen)

Chapter Twelve: The Treasure of the Kurii

This was going to be hard for Marissa, I could see that. She knelt on the tiled floor of the feasting hall as the silver masked ladies of Tharna filed into the chamber, forming a semi-circle much like a crescent moon around her. Elizabeth Bentley stood beside Marissa, holding the girl by her hair. Enya and myself stood facing Elizabeth, meaning there was no way I might signal Marissa or caution her to simply accept this state of being for the moment.

“I am told this girl submitted to you, Rosalita?” said Elizabeth as she addressed me by my alias.

Happy New Year!

Chloe and Emma are just about to enjoy the delights of the indoor 'fucky pool' (as Emma calls it) on Brinn's Sardar estate, because there's no better way for a First Girl to relax after a strenuous New Year's Eve than to lie back in the warm scented water with her eyes closed and enjoy the sheer bliss of doing absolutely nothing for an hour or two...

We hope 2017 has been a great year for you all, and that 2018 will be even better. :)

- Emma and chloeK x

NEW! The Tales of Gor RPG adventure - Rosalita of Telnus (part seven)

“Please sister, will you bring up the food and wine from the courtyard in a bit? I think I'm going to need to refresh myself," you say as you tighten your grip on Michelle's leash once more.

“Yes, Rosalita.” Rosanna glances at Michelle and then back at you with a respectful nod of her head, for social customs dictates that she acknowledges your authority as head of the family. She takes a couple of steps towards the courtyard but dawdles as best she can without being too obvious in doing so, for she is interested in seeing what you intend doing next. Your sister is even more curious than the average kajira, and the average kajira of course is a very curious animal indeed.

Merry Christmas to all our readers!

It's a Monday, so normally there would be a new chapter of Shadows of Gor waiting for you, but of course this is no ordinary Monday - it's Christmas Day - and on Christmas Day even slave-girls deserve some time off. Shadows of Gor is therefore enjoying a one week 'mid season' break for the festive period and the serialisation will continue again in a week's time through to its conclusion.

On behalf of chloeK and myself, we'd like to thank you for following this blog throughout the year, and to wish you a very Merry Christmas. I hope you've woken up this morning to some fabulous presents and you still have a great day ahead of you.

We'll leave you then with a picture of Rachel's ideal 'fantasy' Christmas morning: waking up all drowsy and semi-aroused in her soft bed, finding her wrists secured to the headboard by Emma.

I'm sure you can imagine what happens next. :)

- Emma and ChloeK x

NEW! Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy part three (of three)

Boston USA - December 24th 2023, early evening

An hour or two later I stood in the shower for several minutes feeling the hot water spray against my skin. I closed my eyes, leaned back my head and enjoyed the moment for what it was – an escape from the pressure and stress of my life these days. I closed my eyes and I ran my hands over my wet body, feeling myself, the way Emma’s experienced hands had felt me in the Northern forest all those years ago after Brinn had whipped us both and we had lain together and made love that one time. I remembered how good she felt, and how intense my orgasm had been when she had put her mouth to my vagina, licking and kissing and driving me to heights of guilty bliss. She was a trained pleasure slave after all. An amazing pleasure slave. You have no idea what she can do to you in bed. I had never felt anything like it before. I felt the brand on my left hip – a permanent reminder of my last days on Gor – a mark that I would wear on my body for the rest of my life.

NEW! Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy part two (of three)

Alan told me that I should never fear him. He said he liked me, but he understood that something bad had happened. We began to see more of one another and I found his kindness comforting. After forty years on Gor I wasn’t used to a man being kind. And then six weeks after meeting Alan I actually laughed. We were sitting in a park on a warm summer’s day and I suddenly felt good about myself for the first time in ages. I suddenly felt happy to be alive, sitting in the sunshine with Alan, just talking about stupid shit. He sensed a sea change in me then and very carefully he put his arm around my shoulders. I twitched nervously and almost pulled away, but when I saw the genuine concern in his face I took a bold chance and snuggled instead into his arms and lay there. We said nothing, but after a time I softly kissed him.

NEW! Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy part one (of three)

A 36,000 word novella set on Christmas Eve in 2023. Six years ago Rachel Evans woke up in a field on Earth, naked and alone after the events depicted in 'Panther Girl of Gor'. This is her story.

Boston USA - December 24th 2023, lunch time

“Eyes right because I think we have a pair of militant dykes causing trouble tonight,” said Adam Coulter as he clipped the end of his cigar before lighting it. That was another thing that had changed recently – no more smoking bans in public spaces. Who would have thought it? Mind you, the smoking ban had been just one of a number of surprising developments I hadn’t expected when I found myself waking up on the grass in a meadow in the New Forest six years ago. So much had changed in western society since I’d been at university in the mid seventies.

“They’re in for a shock if they think anyone’s going to put up with their arrogant behaviour tonight,” said Robert Winston. Both men wore well tailored dark suits with colourful silk ties and they looked like men who scented change in the wind and approved of it 100%.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Eleven (of Eighteen)

Chapter Eleven: The Chamber of Submission

“Behold, the so-called dominant male of Gor, on his knees, in a woman's chains, at your mercy, as it should be and as it will be in the New World that we craft from the old.”

The Silver Masked Domina's voice echoed in the great hall as she pointed to the centre of an elaborately ornate circle inscribed with occult glyphs and symbols. There were two heavy iron rings fixed into the cemented flagstones from which two heavy iron chains extended to the neck collars worn by two strong looking men. Both men were naked, and the length of the chains was such that they could not stand, or even rise much above a kneeling position. Their wrists were confined in close chains, maybe two inches apart, and these manacles were in turn secured to the neck chains. Their ankles were unsecured, but since they were unable to rise much from a kneeling position, that was of no threat to anyone.

The Tales of Gor RPG adventure - Rosalita of Telnus (part six)

You smile to yourself beneath your veils. The Earth girl is so out of her depth, and yet she doesn't realise it yet. She thinks that you are equals. She has no idea. And she is nervous from her encounter with Isabel's men. She has seen the way they looked at her.

"I'll tell you how the men looked at you,” you say, ignoring for the moment her last question. “They looked at you and they wondered what you would be like in the furs, didn't they? They wondered what pleasures you'd bring them?"