The Lady Marissa – the Gen 8 version

She's more sultry than any free woman has any right to be; she's consistently strict towards slaves, condescending to other free women she views as rivals, headstrong, over confident and very competitive when it comes to handsome, virile men, and here then is the latest 'next generation 8' version of the lovely Lady Marissa by the talented chloeK. You can tell by her expression that her slave girl, Kiera, has probably just done something to displease her.

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.

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.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Ten (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter Ten: 'Fidelio'

“Stop pulling at the skirt of your garment,” I whispered as Marissa and I walked quickly along the side of a deep canal, being careful that we kept to the shadows. “She-urts don’t do that.”

I shouldn't have spoken to her like that of course, but looking at the Lady Marissa now it was so easy to forget that she was a Free Woman and not just another slave girl like me. Her legs were bare after all; her arms were bare; she wore a skimpy rag of a tunic, tight fitting, brief, figure hugging, with a slashed neck line, and her face was bare. I was of course used to speaking in a certain way to women who looked like that, and it was the manner in which a First Girl speaks to a Kajira of a lesser rank. But she wasn't really a Kajira – she was a Free Woman who was playing the part of a she-urt of the canals of Port Kar. 

Shadows of Gor Chapter Nine (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter Nine: In the Court of the Crimson King

Let me make one thing clear. When he's not busy practising a cold, emotionless scowl in a wall length mirror, Samos, First Slaver of Port Kar, and senior agent of the Priest Kings, really loves playing Kaissa...

I mean, really, really loves playing Kaissa...

It apparently wasn't always the case. But over the last 20 years or so Samos has developed a taste for the mathematical board game that resembles Earth chess. 

Spend Christmas this year with Rachel Evans...

If you've been wondering what Rachel has been doing on Earth since she was returned there at the end of Panther Girl of Gor, you'll get to find out in a Rachel Evans Christmas one-off story set on Christmas Eve 2023 to be posted later this month.

Provisionally entitled 'Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy,' Rachel comes face to face with the growing menace of the Kurii as they begin to take control behind the scenes on an unsuspecting Earth, while the Priest Kings concentrate their weakened resources to protect Gor.

Concept art of Rachel in 2023 by chloeK.

She has a gun now and she's learnt how to use it... ;)

Shadows of Gor Chapter Eight (of Eighteen)

 

Chapter Eight: Chloe and I make our theatrical debut on the stage of Boots Tarsk-Bit

“Oh woe! What is to become of us?” I cried as I placed the back of my right hand dramatically to my forehead in a mock swoon. I stood on a temporary stage constructed this morning from raised planks of wood. I was surrounded by pots of ferns that were meant to imply a Gorean forest, and for the first time in over five years I wore the long flowing gowns and light veils of a Free Woman, as did Chloe who stood in a similar state to myself somewhere to my left. “It has been several frightful hours now since I, the good Lady Candicia of Pseudopolis, and my bitter rival, the Lady Tandice of Anango became lost in this endless forest. Oh woe that we chose to leave our fine caravan this morning while it briefly rested, and strayed too far in order to pick some fruit.”

Shannon's guide to basic slave positions on Gor

Greetings, Masters and Mistresses, and welcome to the Sardar estate of the sadly departed warrior Brinn. I trust the lunch was to your liking? My name is Shannon and I've been a slave-girl here for several years now. I understand some of you expressed an interest at lunch in seeing various common slave positions and so I have been instructed to demonstrate some of the more basic ones to you today. There are of course many such positions, but this demonstration will serve as an introduction to the ones we learn early on in our slavery. I must apologise in advance to the Mistresses here for one or two of the poses are not appropriate in the presence of Free Women. There is a selection of wines and cheeses and some pleasing music in the adjoining chamber should any of the gracious Mistresses feel they would rather not remain here to observe.

Shadows of Gor Chapter Seven (of Eighteen)

  
Chapter Seven: I lie awake in the dark, listening to Chloe being fucked

The floorboards were hard and uncomfortable after having spent so many years on Brinn's couch bed, or at worst on the soft furs piled deep in front of the coal stoves in the kitchens. I was chained by my ankle to an iron ring set at the base of the wall, with a chain length insufficient to reach the couch bed itself. I think that had been Simon's intention, as he had adjusted its length before clipping it to the wall.

Softly at first in the darkness, and then louder, and then much louder, Chloe was moaning and crying out from the couch bed where Simon was enjoying her at his leisure.

Emma - Dancing Girl of Gor

A superb character illustration by chloeK of Emma in her red fluttering silks dancing from the opening sequence of chapter six of Shadows of Gor. Although chloeK gets advance copies of my stories so she can plan the art she creates, this sequence was a late addition and so she created the picture after the chapter was published last Monday. It's possibly one of my favourite pictures that she's created of our sulky heroine, Emma, although chloeK with characteristic modesty apologised for what she thinks is a lower quality picture due to having current PC problems!

I myself think it's beautiful. :)