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 the Chr...
With no warning we emerged from dense forest and came face to face with a wall of wooden stakes. The wall rose to three times a man's height and the stakes were densely packed so that nothing could be seen of what lay beyond. 'This, slave, is our camp,' said the dark-skinned panther, she who held the twine of my neck leash. 'Here you will learn what it means...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (4.5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * The girl crawls into the metal cage, she turns with a start as she hears the gate of the cage close behind her fiery auburn hair cascading over the white silk clutched in her tiny fingers as she holds it closed around her. The girl turns slow...
Author's Note: This essay, along with the two before, were prompted by an ex-Master that wanted my thoughts on his return. The first one I turned in to him as commanded ... the rest have been my way of dealing with troubled thoughts since then. Why do my words falter and my heartbeat quicken when his eyes simply fall upon my countenance? How is it that he k...
Eve was sound asleep, her subconscious mind reliving the events of the previous evening. She became aware of the telephone ringing beside her bed. She reached across with half closed eyes and answered it. "Hi Eve" the voice at the other end cheerfully said. It was Irene. Instantly she was wide awake. "How did you enjoy your introduction to the Lifestyle l...
Author's note-all characters in this story are adults over the age of 18. 'Girl' is the designation used for all female slaves, no matter how old, and the Panthers use the same designation to show their contempt for the whole slaving system. ***** Part One - The Trap The Panther girl called Snow reached out a hand and touched her companion's elbow as they...
A war camp is a noisy place- everyone seems to feel compelled to call out to one another at the tops of their voices, and the clash of arms and rhythmic pounding of men's boots and their call and response as they pass at all hours, seem to fill the world. Women's voices too- laughing, sobbing, gasping- girls with soft little hands that pluck at her like gent...
While my Master has slept I have cleaned and decorated myself with gold jewelry, and gathered my hair into whisps. I also readied a meal for Him while He slept. It is a meal of chicken, rice, various fruits cubed, two different kinds of bread with red wine vinegar and olive oil to dip the bread in, and red wine. I take all of the meal, and wine to the roug...
Chapter One: A Wondrous Beginning? A girl paces the slave pen in which she is kept her silks a faint pale color almost transparent in nature. Girl's heartbeats faster and faster as each of her jerags' sisters are taken out to serve and dance. Fear and anticipation overcome this girl. What ifs pass though her mind? Yet a girl knows she has the fire in her be...
Author's note-as always, all characters in this story are 18 years of age or older if they engage in any kind of sexual activity. ***** "What in the three moons is this all about?" Sally and her guards looked up in surprise as the deep voice rang through the small courtyard. A lone man approached, dressed in a worn but fine quality tunic and breeches. Th...