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:

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%.

The official 'Emma of Gor' map!

Map of Gor (Emma's version)

There have been numerous versions made to produce a map of Gor, and most of them can be found on the Internet with a few searches. For the purpose of the sprawling Emma of Gor trilogy ('trilogy' of course is soon to be a rather poor description of the number of volumes once book 4 begins to be serialised...) this is the map I use for my vision of Gor. It seems to me to be the most detailed and the most attractive looking, and so you can consider it an accurate and official map of Emma's world.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen: Skaffel Peak


And so here we are.

The cold, windy summit of Skaffel Peak.

The end game begins.


The hull of the ship now lay at an acute sixty degree angle with the base of Skaffel Peak. As we released ourselves from the safety harnesses in the control room, I saw Rachel move towards Brinn’s body with a worryingly determined expression to her face.

“Rachel, no! Don’t even think about it!” I warned as I hastily unclipped my own harness and bounded from my chair, intent on stopping her if she tried anything.

“Think about what?” said Rachel as she slipped Brinn’s knife from its sheath and kept it for herself.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: Golden Klaw


The second day inside Golden Klaw:

“I love this one!” I was already halfway out of the shower with a white fluffy towel in one hand when I heard the first thwaka-thwaka-thwaka chords of Bowie’s ‘Modern Love’ starting up. I ran, still wet from the shower, across the corridor towards the living room and skidded through just as Bowie was singing the intro refrain:

I know when to go out
And when to stay in
Get things done

I catch a paper boy
But things don't really change
I'm standing in the wind
But I never wave bye-bye
But I try
I try…

Rachel was there on one of the sofas with her feet curled under her as she gazed at the tatty vinyl sleeve of the 'Let’s Dance' album in her hands, Other late seventies Bowie albums were scattered on the carpeted floor - 'Young Americans', 'Low', 'Station to Station', 'Scary Monsters', and 'Heroes'. She had been working her way through the albums Bowie had released after she had been taken to Gor. It was all new to her.

I had of course warned her not to bother with the 'Never Let Me Down' album.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: Lake Siljin


We're nearing the end now. Can you feel it? Can you feel the disparate threads drawing together in this woven tapestry of fate? Oh God, I tried to make that sentiment sound as poetic as I could, but looking back at it I realise only too well that I'm not a poet. I'm so near the end now that much of this is relatively fresh in my memory. I can still smell the burnt flesh from the flame strike that devoured Seremides's shield wall, and I can still hear in my head the raucous sound from the terrified birds and animals that had survived the divine intervention of the Priest Kings from the sky.

But I'm still no nearer to guessing who I'm writing this for. I thought perhaps that as my account grew in length I might remember some small thing that would answer that nagging question in my head. I do have one thought, and unlikely as it seems, I'm going to voice it aloud.

Are you Tarl Cabot? I mean, are you? Because wouldn't that be ironic if after all the many times I've espoused theories about Tarl Cabot being a series of different men taking on the name to further the ambitions of the Priest Kings,  and even having speculated that there hasn't been a Tarl Cabot in decades, wouldn't it be ironic if that is exactly who I'm writing this account for?

Are you Tarl Cabot, sitting in some curule chair in your house in Port Kar, with enslaved beauties such as Vella chained to a slave ring at your feet as you read these pages? Did Vella ever really exist? Do you still take an interest in the affairs of the Kurii and of Priest Kings, and do you send for written accounts of momentous events that threaten to shatter the uneasy balance of power on this savage alien world?

It's a wild guess. But there it is, on paper now.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: The Wrath of the Gods


Rachel held my hand as we ran through the forest, and I was happy to hold hers. I could feel her trembling still from our near death encounter with Kurgus. It felt strange to be dressed now as a Panther Girl in the tight fitting and revealing skins of the forest cats. Were it not for my slave collar and my pierced ears and nose I think I might be mistaken for a Panther Girl, for many of them were beautiful enough to be slave-girls. I could sense however that I wasn’t particularly liked by the girls in the war band, for Panther Girls despise slaves, and they knew with a degree of certainty that I was not strong enough to live and hunt in the forests as they did. I was not given a weapon, and I noticed that now that Rachel had lost her knife to Brinn she too was unarmed. She could I suppose have told one of her girls to hand her a spear, but I suspect it would have been ceremonial at best. Rachel was not experienced in fighting with a pole arm, and I suppose it was better placed in the hands of a girl who did know how to use it.

I did wonder also if maybe Rachel felt uncomfortable carrying a weapon in Brinn’s vicinity. I knew Brinn would not approve of what he considered to be one of his slaves carrying a weapon. Would he have objected if she had reached for a spear? I couldn’t imagine that Brinn would actually confront the Panther Girls while we had more important matters such as escape and finding Fell's Bane in mind, but who knows. Gorean men can be extremely singularly minded at times. Maybe Brinn would have commanded Rachel to leave the spear alone, and if she refused maybe there would have been a confrontation, with the other Panther Girls hissing and pointing spears at him. And then what? Maybe Rachel decided it was better for everyone concerned not to risk such a thing happening, for she had a cooler head and was infinitely more pragmatic than our Master.

The Last Halloween

The Last Halloween


I used to love Halloween. It was always one of the big nights in my yearly calendar and wherever I was that day I'd make an effort to dress up, hang out with friends, go to parties and generally have a really good time. Now of course the day is a reminder of the very last time I saw my brother Eric in 2015 before he disappeared from our lives several months later. I blame myself for letting the months in-between slip away without checking up on him more. I was busy with work and I had that whole travelling around thing going on, working on the Doctor Strange film for Disney that was so exciting, especially since I'm a huge Benedict Bandersnatch fan, and I just didn't have time during the Winter to spend time and hang out with my family. You always think they're going to be there for you, no matter what, and then when one day they're gone you realise all the missed opportunities you've thrown away in the pursuit of your career.

The case is still open of course, though the fortnightly visits by the police support officer soon turned into monthly visits and then regular phone updates and now it's basically a case of we'll call you when we have something new to say. Mum has taken it really hard of course. She's gone into that same downward spiral that I saw her in when Dad walked out on us when I was a young girl. I keep thinking back to the Halloween night in 2015 and I keep thinking did I miss some obvious signs that Eric was unhappy? If I'd paid more attention would I have seen some indication that he was going to just disappear a few months later on?

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten: The Eve of the War


Oh... my... God… I had such an amazing orgasm that night, so deep and rich and fulfilling. It was possibly the greatest slave orgasm I’d had since I'd been collared and sent to the slave pens. I suppose I had been without sex for several days, which may not sound like a long time to you, but then you’re not a slave-girl and you have no idea how needy we can be. I hadn’t been fucked since the night before that night before we set off into the forest, and that was the longest time I’d gone without sex since Brinn had bought me. So by the time Rachel led me on a leash and threw me to the grass beside Brinn for his final use before he died, I was already hot and wet, thinking only of sex.

It seems strange that on a night when everyone else in the camp was concerned with the impending battle that would take place the next day, my thoughts were chiefly on the possibility of being fucked. Of course I was frightened about the prospects ahead of me – it seemed that I would quite likely end up in a coffle chain of captured girls (mostly ex-Panthers it would seem) and belong to Seremides, Kurgus or Miss Bentley. The prospect wasn’t a happy one, but even so I was discovering something about myself, namely that going without sex for several days left me on edge and took my mind off other more important concerns.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Storm clouds gather, Kurgus debriefs me, and I learn an unwelcome truth about myself


“Hold still, Tallia! I can’t do this if you keep twitching like that!” I was rapidly reaching the end of my patience with her as Tallia suddenly jerked her head back without warning.

“What do you expect? You just tried to poke me in the eye with a pointed stick!” Tallia snarled and actually growled as she knelt there on the grass beside me.

“It’s not a pointed stick, it’s an eyeliner pencil,” I said in exasperation. “It will make your eyes look bigger.”

“Why would I want my eyes to look bigger? You’re insane, slave-girl! Try to poke me with that pointed stick again and I’ll kill you!” She bared her teeth and hissed in a manner that made me jump, for Tallia can be quite intimidating when she wants to be.

“That’s it. I give up.” I put the eyeliner pencil back down next to the other cosmetics laid out on my tray. “So we’re both going to be whipped now - you for refusing to allow yourself to be made up, and me for failing to apply the make-up. Have you ever been whipped before, Tallia?”

“No, of course not. No one would have dared.” She stared at me disdainfully.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Under the Blood Red Moons of Gor


At some point during the evening I think I must have left my body completely behind as I rose up high into the sky to view the known continent of Gor with its glacial peaks, its sweeping tundra, its steaming jungles and its warring cities as I hung suspended in the cradle of the universe, watching stars being born, burning brightly and then finally spluttering to extinction, snuffed out like a candle. I felt warm and safe and soft in my drug induced cocoon where nothing could hurt me and nothing could ever be a threat. I think I lived several imaginary lives of varying consequences, sometimes as a man, but mostly as a woman and recurring through these parallel lives were familiar faces and friends playing different roles. But then I began to feel a chill, the sense of growing nausea and paranoia as jagged shards of harsh uncompromising reality began to intrude into my nocturnal paradise. I found myself floating back, crying, knowing my interlude of peace and tranquility was coming to an abrupt end as I returned painfully to my stiff, sore body, chained to a stone monolith in a sacred forest glade.

And when I opened my eyes again the glade was illuminated by a ring of burning torches. The three moons of Gor were now full and bleeding in the night sky as feral creatures, half panther, half woman, stalked and crouched and danced and fought together in a burning ring of fire, their animal claws and teeth extended to the piercing rays of the moon that they now worshipped with guttural howls and cries of hysterical longing.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: 'One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small'


“You’re a long way from the villa in Corcyrus, pretty little silk slave girl,” said Tallia as she motioned for two of the other Panther Girls to release me from my bindings. I knelt in the grass before her as my wrists were freed from the pair of slave bracelets behind my back. The last time I had seen Tallia she had been lifted on to a great Tarn, and she had then been carried up into the sky by a Tarnsman, bound for the Northern Forests. Kurgus had kept his word to free her on completion of her assigned task to teach me to speak Gorean.

“A lot has happened since then,” I said.

“I’m sure it has. I see you wear a collar now. And that is a brand on your left thigh.”

We were now maybe two or three pasangs away from the ambush point. Both Brinn and I had been manacled and leashed and dragged by jubilant Panther Girls through some well concealed forest trails towards a clearing close to a tributary stream that wound its way eventually to the Laurius River.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Six

Chapter Six: We are followed into the Forest by a band of Panther Girls


We were followed the moment we left the Exchange Point. Twenty five yards behind us walked a group of seven Panther Girls keeping pace with us, but always mindful not to approach any closer than that for fear of Brinn's short sword. Leading the group were the two Panther Girls I had seen on my first day at the Exchange Point – Aphris and Nessa. The girls travelled light, carrying only their spears, shoulder sacks, knives and in two cases, short bows. I suppose in hind sight they had noticed us taking apart our camp and preparing to leave on foot. The Panther Girls were waiting for us at the edge of the Exchange Point, curling their lips into cruel smiles as we passed them by, pretending to be engrossed in a game of dice as they sat cross-legged in imitation of the way men sit. One or two of them waved as they sat there on the grass. It was only after we had cleared the neutral zone and were more than half way across the flat expanse of fields that they began to follow and slowly catch us up.

“What are we going to do?” I said to Brinn.

“If they come any close then I’ll kill them,” he said without looking round.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Five

Chapter Five: We wait for Limidius to arrive at the Exchange point with his men. Rachel begins her training, and more


Sometimes I wonder how it was that I developed sexual feelings for men on the planet Gor. I keep coming back to the perhaps paranoid possibility that the Kurii machines didn't just change my body, but they also subtly changed the way my brain was wired. These days I find it difficult to focus clearly on the feelings I had as a man on Earth, albeit a 'sissy' man who wore dresses and high heels whenever the opportunity arose. I don't think I was bisexual in those days. I do clearly recall being turned on by women, and I think exclusively so. But then I do also recall feeling a thrill when men would come on to me in clubs and bars, but that was to do with what I used to refer to as feeling like a 'rock star' – the ability to walk into a bar in heels and a dress and know that the bar contains men who are turned on by T-girls, and so within the space of a minute you find men trying to attract your attention and chat you up, and it makes you feel special, it makes you feel valued and it makes you feel, I don't know, a bit excited because suddenly you're in the spotlight and in demand, and that sort of thing doesn't happen when you're wearing boy clothes. It was addictive to a certain extent, and I used to crave it. I think I used to play up to it too, acting all coy and pretending I didn't notice when a man was giving me a 'come on' look, and I'd sit there on a high bar stool, with my legs crossed at the ankle and I'd deliberately strike a very feminine pose and play with my hair or check my makeup in a mirror, and maybe I'd accidentally glance his way and just smile and turn back to what I was focussed on, and then I'd know out of the corner of my eye that he was crossing the bar to speak to me and it made me feel 100% feminine.

But I don't think I actually wanted to sleep with any of them. It was a game. I got hooked on the attention, and the act of being pursued, which is something that reinforces your feminine feelings.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Four

Chapter Four: The River Passage out of Lydius. I am told I will be First Girl when Jacinta is enslaved


“What are you thinking about, Emma?” asked Brinn as I leaned against the ship’s rail and gazed out at the fast flowing Laurius river that swept in the opposite direction to which we were sailing. I could see the beginnings of a tree line about a pasang away from the Northern river bank – the start of the vast territories known as the Northern Forests of Gor, home to outlaws and hostile bands of Panther Girls alike.

“I’m thinking how happy I feel that I wasn’t sold in Lydius. I’m thinking how much I love wearing your collar, Master.” I turned round with my back to the varnished rail and gazed up at Brinn as he put his hands about my waist. I was wearing a new slave tunic of light blue rep cloth that Brinn had told Carsus to buy for me in Lydius while we waited for passage to be booked on this ship. It was short and sleeveless as is usually the case with slave garments.

“Do not mistake my not selling you in Lydius for any indication that I intend to keep you, slave-girl.” Brinn stroked my ass with his right hand as he grinned.

“Of course not, Master,” I laughed for I did not truly think I was at risk of being sold now. The worst danger of that was over.

“I didn’t really have time to arrange your sale, you see.”

“Is that all?” I raised myself on tiptoes and kissed him.

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Three

Chapter Three: The Port of Lydius: the interrogation of Jacinta begins


What must you be thinking about me now? I mean, I know how this must look. I must seem like the passive observer now, kneeling in Nadu, gazing up with doe like eyes, desperately longing for the touch of my Master, while wild and exciting things happen all around me.

That's what Emma has become now, you must think. She'll kneel there and watch the subsequent story unfold all around her. She's become irrelevant to her own story.

She's pathetic.

What do you see when you read my words? Do you see a girl who simply says, “oh fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard! I have such slave needs! Take me now, and show me what it is to be a woman!”

I'm guessing you do not see a woman with the potential to save Gor?

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter Two

Chapter Two: We flee from Elysium and have our doubts about Jacinta. I speak at length to Brinn about the ring of red metal


Brinn had flown the Tarn for as long as he could, desperate to put as much distance between himself and Elysium before the sun rose. It was dark and so Brinn was flying blind, able only to steer the bird in a rough northerly direction, guided by the stars. I had ceased screaming after five minutes or so, mostly because my voice had grown hoarse. Now I clung to the saddle pommel where my wrists were bound to a steel ring behind it. Brinn's left arm was around my waist, but even so I felt sure I might fall from the bird at any moment.

“Do you still have your eyes closed, Emma?” asked Brinn after what might have been half an hour in the air.

“Yes, Master! I'll fall if I open them! I know I will!”

Brinn laughed and kissed me softly on my right shoulder. “You will not fall, Emma. I have you, and your wrists are bound to a saddle ring. You should open your eyes and gaze at the stars. They are very beautiful tonight, especially at this height.”

“I can't!” I wailed. “How can you be so calm!”

Panther Girl of Gor Chapter One

Chapter One: The Exchange Point


An armed band of five Panther Girls had arrived during the night and by the morning they had set up their space at the exchange point close to the banks of the Laurius River. They looked magnificent, standing proud in their wild animal skins, necklaces made from animal teeth, their wrists and ankles adorned with savage and barbaric looking bracelets and armlets made of gold and shells, with spears in their hands, knives in their belt sheaths and short bows slung over their shoulders. I was fascinated by these women, for although I had met Tallia on my first day in Corcyrus, she had been a captive then, stripped of her weapons and skins and I had never seen her looking the way these women did – fierce, powerful, dominant. These Panther Girls were living proof that there was a third role for women on Gor, aside from the diametrically opposing roles of Free Women or slaves. These Panther Girls did not conform to the strict rules laid down by men; rather they made their own rules and carved out territories of their own where the laws of men were irrelevant.

The Laurius river, like the mightier Vosk river, flows in a generally western direction towards the coastal port of Lydius, though the Laurius inclines more to the southwest then the great Vosk. It is wide and deep enough at its central depths for ships from Lydius to sail virtually its full length, though once beyond the city of Laura the river becomes rougher and less navigable, especially near the end of the summer season.