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. 

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.

First Among Kajirae

((Being, the second in a series of interlinked Chloe stories that comprises the anthology book, ‘First Girl of Gor’))

I may, as it happens, have been innocently instructing a number of the newer kajirae in Taharian dance routines in plain view of the main gates, roughly when I knew Master Geralt would be returning from his hunting that day.

I may even, as it happens, have ordered the girls to stop, just as he rode in through the gates, so that I could demonstrate the correct dance steps because they’d been too clumsy.

Of course, I showed no sign of noticing that he had ridden in on his hunting tharlarion, accompanied by a few of Lady Cassandra’s men, as I danced my most seductive routine in apparent ignorance of his presence.

Imagine that.

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.”