Emma dances for you all in the foothills of the Sardar mountains

 

(The following occurs after the events soon to be recounted in Gods of Gor)

 

“Hold still, Emma!” she was fidgeting like a wild thing as I draped, arranged, and secured the silks and gauze decoratively about her body. She would be dancing soon for the pleasure of my Master and his guests and I feared she was going to be distracted.

 

“Who is she?” Emma kept trying to get a glimpse of the blonde barbarian who lay beside our Master’s feet as he discussed politics with the other men. The girl was semi-nude, except for decorative bangles and a long piece of silk that fell between her thighs, as she licked and kissed his ankles and from time to time was fed a grape or two by hand.

 

“She’s just a new slave. Her name is Anthea.”

 

“Why is she with Brinn? I should be with Brinn?”

 

Other slaves regarded us with disapproval. Emma has a tendency to speak our master’s name, something no other girl would dare do, including myself, and they didn’t like it. Somehow Emma seemed to get away with it. My Master didn’t seem to notice or care.

Emma models new hair and new slave garments under Chloe's supervision

Greetings again, kind masters, and gentle free women. It’s Chloe again, Taharian slave girl, First Girl of Brinn of the Sardar, and Trainer in Chief of the very best slave coffles in northern Gor!

 

At the risk of getting into spoilers, I wanted to just say that the Master and I are back from our hair raising adventures in the jungles east of Schendi, along with a small coffle of slaves, and you’ll read all about them soon in the serialised book, Gods of Gor, which follows on from Ubara of Gor! Yes, I know you’ve been waiting a long time for that epic story, but a certain blonde barbarian has been taking her time getting it all down in writing. I’ll be doing the pictures, but I need to see the writing first. 

 

The biggest spoiler of course is that we didn’t die! 

 

Yes, we’re still alive at the end of it!

 

What a surprise! 😉

 

I mean, it was dangerous and all. Of course it was. We discovered a decaying, lost city in the deepest jungle with two warring Taluna tribes fighting through the ruins, and all sorts of exciting things happen, including meeting Emma’s father again, and there’s her sister kidnapped from Earth and trained as a slaver in Schendi, which is the reason we sailed down the river in the first place, because she’d gone missing, and we had to find her, but my Master has told me not to spoil the story for you, so I wont.

A Demonstration of a Paga Serve under Chloe's supervision

 

Tal, handsome masters, and gracious mistresses. My name, as always is Chloe, and I am the First Girl of the estate of the mighty Brinn Asssante. Please allow me to introduce Nadia who kneels on the tiles before you now. 

 

I have been First Girl and head trainer now for a number of years and during my time I have seen a large number of slaves come and go on the estate, for my Master buys girls at random like Earth men might collect vinyl records. Obviously the estate can only support so many slaves, and so periodically (once or twice a year) there is a cull and excess girls are taken by wagon, their ankles shackled to a central bar, to be sold in the nearby markets found in the foothills of the Sardar mountains.

 

I confess it is always a nervous time for the girls on the estate. They dread the moment coming and seem to redouble their effort to be found pleasing. Suddenly they are all begging for extra chores and displaying themselves before the guardsmen who serve my Master, with a level of enthusiasm never before seen in such wanton sluts. 

Chloe’s Guide to Slave Paces – Part 2 : From Nadu to Sula

 

Greetings masters and gentle mistresses. Here on the Sardar estate we have been hunkering down over winter. Snow has fallen and the kajirae have been issued with warm clothing including cute fur lined booties and insulated jackets to wear over their tunics when they have to work outside. My Taharian girls hate this time of year and they don’t like the cold. Like cats they prefer to remain close to the fireplaces. I can’t say I blame them. 

 

All the girls on the estate have been trying extra hard during winter to share the furs of the men during the cold months. We all have small iron stoves in our pens, of course, and every morning a fresh ration of firewood is delivered, but even so, nothing beats snuggling up to a man in the furs to keep warm. 

Chloe’s Guide to Slave Paces – Part 1 : From Standing to Nadu

Greetings, kind masters, gentle mistresses, and fellow slaves. It’s Chloe here with one of my occasional training sessions. 

A while back, Shannon very kindly did a guide to basic slave positions which I know proved very popular and made a pleasant break from Emma telling you all about her latest adventure when big manly men kept touching her all the time, and all her clothes fell off. So, I’m going to hold a little class today demonstrating the most popular slave position on Gor and how to gracefully move into it. 

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.