The house was large, and confusing. Kajira took several hours exploring, from the servants' quarters at the top of the house to the kitchens below and everything in between. Everywhere she went, the servants bowed low to her and it was confusing. She was used to being the one prostrate on the floor, not the other way around. Finally she made her way to a cou...
Her name was now Kajira. She couldn't remember her given name anymore, it had been that long. It didn't matter anyway. Not for a slave. And she was a slave. Bound to obey everyone from the Sultan himself down to the lowliest of the low, but mainly the Sultan's many wives. It had been learned early on that she had a certain innate grace and so she was often...
"And now, a little entertainment for all," said Trask. "This is our own Canjellne." Marius was not feeling entertained at all. It was the tenth Ahn. They were back in the courtyard, the room filled with what Marius assumed was all of Trask's slaves, and, judging from their dress, some of his business associates and their companions as well. All the free wom...
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...
Kajira was a bosomy slave that belonged to the head of Genetic Solutions. She, and it were top drawer, controlled by the government under the wing of the country's experimental breeding program. The cunt, tall, willowy and disobedient had been brought in for punishment. She was lashed, now, to the table in the pump room for any experimental projects the boys...
You wake at the sound of sandaled feet on stone. The sun enters the Warmaster's chambers through large windows and splashes across the bed of furs. "Good morning kajira." You hear the voice of the woman who instructed you to obey the Warmaster. A smile crosses her face, but the envy is still obvious in her eyes. A young woman is at her side holding a purpl...
Conrad was President and CEO of Genetic Solutions, an international organization that provided genetic assistance to groups pioneering the field of controlled breeding. Since 2066 free breeding with random partners had been a federal offense. Babies at birth were implanted with an 18-year dose of controlled-release birth control, coupled to a libido suppress...
Hey all, This is the second installment of the story, I'm slowly working up to the BDSM part of it, since it's a fairly new relationship, and both Joe and Alexia don't know what they're getting into. As always, all participants in sexual play and situations are over the age of eighteen. (actually early to mid forties) Enjoy! Canchon. ***** Morning came...
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...
======================= A wild Halloween party, where wives become slaves who are bought, sold and throughly enjoyed. Particularly by the men of Gor. Although this story is written so it can stand alone, it is a sequel to A Gor-y Halloween. You might want to read that one first. Or after. There's a lot to this tale. It's rather long, and covers a lot of...