They removed Blainey's body from the camp as dawn was breaking. They wrapped her in an old fur, and two of the girls carried her for several hours, until their arms were aching. Then they left her on the ground. Panthers aren't sentimental about dead bodies. Blainey would return to the forest. Back at the camp, they divided up the dead girl's few possessi...
This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated. This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman GOR series. All references to Gor and...
Vol of Thentis declines to have the girl branded with the popular khef symbol; she is a little wild flower, a tiny unexpected thing of beauty growing in the empty desolation of rocks and rubble on a barren hillside, such as might lift a solitary man's heart as the blossoms in the midst of desolation have often done, sometimes bringing tears to his eyes, and...
"Sweet Cheeks was a name well chosen, I see." "Yes, Mistress, you know this boy well." His voice held that wry tone, that suggested his smart ass nature, a quality that could border on bratty, but nearly always was humerous. The long shadow of the woman in the business suit, fell over the barely clad sunbathing vision, who lay upon his belly, his tanned ar...
Pulling up into the driveway of the set that your own choosing, it's a warm day in sunny LA and you feel the heat immediately after you switch off your car engine, bringing an end to the air conditioning that you had running. The heat feels even worse outside when you step outside but you its not unbearable. Sweaty and humid? Yes but not too hot to the point...
Author's note: All characters in this story are fictional and any similarity to real people is unintended. All characters are aged 18 or above. This story is copyrighted and may not be copied or published, or displayed without author's permission. Dear reader this is my first story so please be gentle. I simplified the world of Gor some so that those unfami...
(based on the Gor fiction of John Norman) * First-Captain Black Ox, the most wanted man on Gor, moved unconcerned through a Lydius slave-market. As both a member of the Slaver-caste and a pirate, he held a professional's natural interest in the inventory of slave pens. In addition to making his living at plundering and enslaving, Black Ox had also been b...
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As you turn the corner on the stairs, you see me standing at the bottom with all your bags stacked by the wall. "Let's go, the cars out front." There's an unfamiliar coldness in my voice. Lilone is standing in the front doorway eyes cast down. Once you reach the last step you see Lilone walk to my side and kneel down in the Serve position, sitting on h...
NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of t...