Srp - Gor

[PhoenixPrime01]

To S. Maiden

Gor is a planet directly opposite the sun from Earth in the same orbit so has never been discovered.
Priest Kings are insectile 'Rulers' of the planet and generally never seen. However, their influence has keep the planet in a middle ages stage of advancement.
No one ages due to a serum that they've given the healers, a nice benefit having age treated as a disease. *G*
Free Women and slaves comprise the two levels of female society.
Men can be in any caste or guild from craftsmen, to merchants, to warriors, etc. There are even professional "Game" players, their term for a chess like game and professional Tarn Riders who race them for a living.
The society is richly sprinkled with Nomads, Pirates, Gorean Barbarians, a black society who live in the Southern jungles, etc, etc and I believe lil_golden would be agreeable to something 'made up' too.
I suggested to her No Gorean language in general to make it easier on us all and that in general the flora and fauna be Earth's with the exception of the Tarns, gigantic riding eagles.
You'd do wonderfully. In fact if you chose to be a charcter who's been captured on Earth and transported to Gor your lack of knowledge would fit right into the character.
BTW, 'they' don't know how that's done, but it is for both male and females with the females being the majority of those captured.
Posts from newly captured and transported 'barbars' *g* would be in italics so show it's not "Gorean" and they wouldn't be able to comprehend what was being said until they'd been 'taught' the language. If I wished you, for example, to come along with me someplace I'd use the words and then drag you along so you'd realize what I meant. It could be short-cut and the captured could learn Gorean quickly. After all it's total immersion for them and life and death to learn.
As for a character dying, I meant the combat for use only in character to character combat. Otherwise, if PC to NPC combat descriptions of actions would do nicely.
Your thoughts?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

[B]OOC:[/B]

I asked a female friend who goes to a Gor room, she says it's mostly "Older" players, so hopefully more mature, to mention this SRP Gor and see if there's any interest in the room.
If so that may boost the number in the thread too with some with more Gor knowledge for Gorean players.

 

[little_golden]

My Thoughts

OCC...

I'm very easy going and would like players to create their own PCs and adapt to the Gor environment. Reading one book is the easiest way to understand the backdrop to the game. For women it's super easy - especially if you start as a new slave brought from Earth. The men have a chance to develop more in-depth background.

My advice to players is that we keep the Gor aspect simple and not focus on existing cities or events from the Gor series. This way no oneis bound to some pre-set fixed settings and background. We create our own Gor city and/or adventure. Almost as if we are making our own Gor Novel.

If people want to fight using dice that is easy to arrange but I suggest it's down outside the posting forum so that readers don't see it. There are electronic dice services that make it fair to both players. I'm willing to oversee whatever rules are agreed to (outside the story forum).

I'm open to inviting anyone interested. I'm hoping we can create an exciting enough story/adventure to attract new players through not just raunchy sex but the excitement of the slave-master society.

My thoughts....

 

[little_golden]

Attempted Escape

Jenny had a bad feeling about this as she heard the men talking some foreign language. Was it French - no. Was it Spanish-no. It was something she had never heard before. This was unnerving to her. There seemed to be shouting and then the top of her basket flew open roughly and the strong light blinded her forced her to squint as she now able to fully look around outside the basket.

"What the hell?" she mumbled in English.
Before she could even stand rough hands grabbed her and pulled out of the basket.

'hey.. hey... take it easy!" she yelled at them trying to keep the panic from rising within her.
As she stood she realized the small piece of cloth she thought was a blanket was some form of strange wrap that didn't provide her some privacy. Quickly she tried hide her private areas. It was too weird to have these men staring at her as if she was some sort of piece of meat for sale.

"Look if this is a joke -it's over. I don't do costume parties" she joked trying to break the tension she felt.

The leader spoke in his foreign tongue and to her annoyance and rage a guard wripped off the small triangular garment.

"Bastard!!!" Jenny yelled at him. Quickly she moved to hide her slim beautiful body from their view. Seeing their laughter she started to run......


"Bastards!!!" she hissed..... "Help!" she yelled as she started running away from the men.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC to lil golden:

I've never heard of those electronic dice services. What would we search under and can the rolls be seen by all do you know.

In a character to character combat I think it would only occur if germain to the storyline. Would seem anticlimatic to me to have it know it would occur and then be over without readers 'seeing' the combat, but up to you.

I hope you noted the Rafe was from the city of Zarf. Zarf is one of my favorite "z" Scrabble words. It's a pewter saucer for a cup. *L* Obviously not from any book Norman wrote. *LOL*

 

[ariosto]

Jon watched as she sprinted across the dry plains, leaving a dust plume behind her.

"She has pluck, that one."
Sala looked on admiringly as his property demonstrated her physical prowess.
The other girl in comparison huddled meekly on the ground besidfe her basket.

"All right Merchant, I'll take her."
he said pointing at the receeding figure.

"Yes of course...now as to the price."

"I don't bicker."
He threw a gold disk in Sala's direction as he strode away.
"That's a fair price for both girls. Keep the other one from harm. I'll be back for her."

With that he took the tarn whistle from the halyard around his neck and blew it.
Within the seconds the sound of beating wings could be heard, a shadow lanced across the halted caravan and a choking cloud of dust rose up from the ground where the great bird landed.

Jon quickly mounted and without another look in the slave traders direction, he took the fiersome creature back into the air and went after the girl.

Jenny was tired, her muscles had cramped from her long confinement in the basket and had given out long before she reached the outcrop of rocks that offered at least the hint of safety.
The bird banked low and accelerated, it's wing tips nearly brushing the ground.
She heard it coming and looked up in terror as the cruel beak
lashed by her and she was swept into the warriors powerful arms and taken into the cloudless blue sky.

 

[little_golden]

Re-captured.....

A naked Jenny ran and ran but her legs ached. A shrill whistle caught her attention and she looked back to see the giant bird approaching its rider and preparing for flight.

"Holy shit!" she mumbled as she ran on careful of her footing. The rider came closer and closer. Panic took hold of her and she yelled out "nnnnnnnn-ooooooooooooo!!". Jenny screamed in anger and frustration as she felt powerful arms grabbing her and lifting her off her feet.

"Oh my God!" she thought as she started to rise off the ground. She knew it was foolish to struggle anymore - the fall would kill her.

"Okay-okay- you have me" she called to the man. A sense of safety passed through her as the rider/warrior pulled onto the great bird. Looking to the ground she saw the tents and the ground far below.

Terrified of falling she garbbed the rider/warrior and wrapped her body close to his.

"Why are you doing this?" she pleaded.

"Where am I? Where are my clothes?"

 

[diamond_gurl]

possible new character

I would like to try my hand at this r/p. I've read a few of the books and greatly enjoy them. Let me know if you would like another little slave chica to join! Below is the character information.

Name: Myla Charas
Age: 18
Hair color: reddish gold
Eye color: brown

The only daughter of a single mother. Myla was raised in a loving household, filled with relatives and friends. Her father passed when she was two years of age, her mother never sought to replace her lost love. Instead, she focused all her attentions upon Myla, providing her with all she could possibly give. Creating a warm and caring young woman, but still impossibly spoiled and stubborn.

Currently, Myla is preparing to go to college at the University of Miami, not wanting to leave her home of Miami. She spends her days and nights, shopping and dancing her life away. Not much regard for the future, but looks forward to the next party! She does work and is an aspiring fashion designer and dancer.

She has been in many relationships, but never settles down and becomes very bored with her companions sooner or later. None have been able to keep her "in check" and she's run all over them. In fact, she has few that still provide her with the little gifts that fund her expensive tastes. *L*

That's a bit about Myla!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe of The House of Rafe:

Another day had begun in The House of Rafe, one of the city's two largest slave houses.

I awoke and found one of the senior slave trainees awaiting my pleasure. I directed her to bring me a beverage, chilled fruit juice in a jug and a mug.

"Yes Master. Immediately." She rose from where she was kneeling, took the requisite three steps back, turned and scurried from the room.

I watched as her hair flew out behind her in her haste to obey. Her tight ass moved fetchingly under the simple strip of red cloth held around her waist by the piece of rope and worn like a loin cloth. That simple strip, her red collar inscribed with "Slave of the House of Rafe" marked her as a pleasure slave and were her sole adornments. Oh, other than the slave brand on her right upper thigh of course.

Rising from the bed I took care of my ablutions and was looking out the window of my quarters when she returned carrying a tray and the things requested.

Turning I watched as she crossed the expansive room and knelt at the bedside table. Turning to me she abased herself by crossing her wrists and lowering her head asking, "Master may this slave serve you?"

"Yes slave. You may."

She stood, turned to the tray and picked up the mug. Having served me previously she knew I liked my drinks ‘flavored' and also knew what would occur if I encountered any chips in the rim of the mug.

Spreading her legs she drew the loin cloth away from her shaven lips then slowly rotated the rim between them to check for chips and also to ‘flavor' the rim with her slave's nectar. The rim glistened in the light shining through the lattice over the window as she set it down again and picked up the jug of juice. It was supported by her right forearm as she gracefully bent and poured. The jug was replaced and she lifted the full cup and came to me with lowered eyes.

"May this slave serve you Master, in any way Master?" She asked properly as she'd been trained to do. After all in many, in fact most, Gorean household's it's generally traditional to offer a guest the use of a slave of their choice and this is how the slave is to ask if she's acceptable. If the offer's declined then another slave will try until one is finally accepted to indicate the guest's choice of slave for their use.

"You may serve me slave," I replied.

She knelt and extended the cup with both hands, her head again lowered in submission and respect. it was taken and I took the first sip. Cool and refreshing juice filled my mouth the flavor stimulating my taste buds and the juice quenching my morning thirst.

I reached down and gripped her luxuriant hair and pulled her head back asking, "Has the slave eaten yet today?"

"No Master. You awoke early. Feeding for the slaves is not for an hour yet."

"I see," I said as I held the mug to her lips. "Then slave taste yourself and savior the juice I'd share with you. I expect it's better than the flavored water you'll get with your meal."

Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as she said softly, "Master is correct I'm sure and so very kind to a slave. Thank you, thank you Master." Then she sipped daintily until the cup was withdrawn.

I released her hair again and strode to one of the chairs in my room and sat before asking, "Tell me slave how far along are you in your training? Have you been assigned a name as yet?"

Still in the position she'd been left, on her widely spread knees with her hands resting gracefully on top of her thighs, her back erect, shoulders back to display her lovely medium sized breasts she replied, "If it pleases Master this slave hasn't been given a name as yet. If it pleases I am known as 24946-2002 my slave number. (How many had been received thus far and the year received into the house.) I am in the sixth week of my training Master."

"I see. Well if you're that far along slave you should be able to show me how you'd entice a Master to use you for his pleasure, how you'd play with yourself to arouse his lust and passions, how you'd describe what you felt and where and how you'd beg for use when your need was so great that it was nearly impossible to hold back as you sought permission for release or to serve a Master's pleasure."

Her eyes lowered as a blush suffused her chest and face. ‘Very fetching for a slave so far along in her training. That will add to her sale value if she does it on the block,' I thought to myself as she replied.

"Yes Master. I've been taught to do all you've described."

"Then begin slave and let's see if you can successfully arouse me and mine. After all it's been hours and hours since I've enjoyed one of my slaves," I said with a low chuckle.

Her blush deepened at my words eliciting a little laugh from me as I sat and watched her.

OOC: I'd certainly like to have a female take over her character. Any takers out there?

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Diamond, LG says to welcome you to the thread. So I'll engineer your abduction to GOR tomorrow...welcome.


IC;
"Shut up girl, you'll learn to speak when spoken too."
The Tarn was still climbing, sailing up the face of the mountain towards the camp he'd made the night before, high on the crest overlooking the caravan routes.

He felt her breasts, pressed desperately against the cured bosk leather of his jerkin. Her naked thighs were across his legs and he had an arm wrapped around her slender waist.
Inspite of her captivity, the girl smelled sweet and he was looking forward to taming her.
He could of course take her just as she was now, totally ignorant of the ways of Gor, totally new to her status as a slave, and sell her to those who took cruel delight in 'breaking' a new one.
But he'd been without a woman for months and could even know feel himself stirring beneath her thighs...NO! he would have first rights to this one.

The great bird slowed with a violent flapping of it's wings and came to rest in a small cleared area in front of a fur covered tent. The remains of a fire still smoked from the mornings meal.

Jon Tanith dismounted and let the beast go to hunt again after lifting Jenny off it's back.

She was looking around wildly...her body tensed to run.

"There's no where to go little one...see for yourself, we're 3000 feet over the valley floor and there's no way down."

He watched her as she walked to the edge and gazed out.
"You can jump girl. I'll lose my gold but I won't stop you.
All you once knew is gone. You are a slave, my slave now. You won't see Urth again...so if you wish...jump."

She spun around, anger blazed in her eyes.
"I'm no ones slave!"

Jon laughed and began to strip off his clothes.
"We'll see about that right now I think."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

AN FYI:

lil golden, just tried to send you a PM in re the thread and was informed you have 100 msgs in your PM box so it's full. I forgot to delete those in the Sent Folder and it happened to me as well.
Just a reminder in case that's what's happened with yours.
PP.

 

[ariosto]

]
He'd been stalking Myla for days.
He'd spotted her on South Beach wearing almost nothing and immediately saw her as a 'potential' for his employer.

She was young, lively, spirited, and drop down dead gorgeous, she also liked long walks on the beach at night...perfect.
There was the usual pressure at this time of year to provide 'fodder' for the Spring Markets on Gor, top money was being paid for all women but this one would be special...he'd hold out for a lot more...

The abduction itself was simple. He parked behind her car on the soft shoulder next to the dunes and waited...he was patient. He'd done this so many times before.

Poor Myla, her mind totally absorbed by thoughts of meeting Brad
Farrel in a few hours, never even saw the shadowy figure who stepped from the sawgrass into the moonlight and slipped the chloraformed cloth over her face.

**************************************************


"Be careful!...This one's prime!"

The two stevedors gently handed down the leather bound slave basket from the huge sleen cart that had hauled it in from the transfer point out on the plains.
The ferocious animals hissed and snarled, anxious to once again be away from the crowded City.

To'ell of the House of Rafe and his two assistants watched closely as the basket was placed in the center of the courtyard.
Reports of this girl's arrival had reached them yesterday and he knew that his Master would want to be there when her carrier was opened.
Clicking his fingers imperiously one of the young men rushed forward...
"Yes To'ell?"

"Go and find the Master, tell him the merchandise has just arrived and if he is not too indisposed he might like to see what he's bought."


OOC...Okay Diamond this puts you on Gor and in Rafe's House.
Phoenix I guess you could use her as the slave in your post and maybe treat this as a flashback or else have the joy of taming the little minx yourself...
Ya'll work it out!

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla wandered down the moonlit coast. The beams kissed her light mocha colored flesh as she kicked at a few waves. Pausing in her steps, she looked up to the path leading to the beach. To an observer, she merely seemed to be enjoying herself, but little did they know of the annoyance boiling within.

I cannot believe he's late. So much for a secret rendezvous. Damn you, Marc.

Her annoyance growing as she looks down at her body, knowing her new found lover would have enjoyed this evening. Luscious, womanly curves held in a black string bikini, the little telling chanel gold c's adorning the ties upon her hips and the one between the swell of her breasts.

Her spirits lifting as she thinks about her next "victim" Brad, mindlessly moving back to her awaiting vehicle. She lifts her bracelet adorned right arm, taking one last look around and then it happened.

Shocked as the hand settled upon her face, silencing any screams that wanted to escape, filling her deep gasps with the scent upon it. She kicked, trying to get away, arms secured by the muscled one crushing the life out of her. She dropped within moments overwhelmed by the offensive odor.

---------------------------------------------------

"Be careful!...This one's prime!"

Myla awoke to the jostling of the basket. Confusion fogged her mind, nothing seemed right, everything completely wrong. She tried to scream, to cry out for someone to get her out of here, but was only met with a dry mouth and and terribly sore throat.

She listened to the sounds emanating through the walls of the basket. The language unfamiliar to her ears immediately dimmed her hope of learning something from those outside. She cringed at the hisses and growls of what she determined to be wild animals.

Her mind raced with what was happening.

Where am I? What the fuck is going on? I don't have time to play these damn games.

Her last memory was of the beach and then nothing. Suddenly she chuckled hoarsely.

I am going to fucking kill him. I know he was a bit kinky but kidnapping me like this is just damn cruel.

Plus, he could have provided a bigger basket. Trying to no avail to stretch the length of her tawny legs. Still wearing the expensive bikini, groaning as she looks at the tiny ensemble. Affirming again that she is going to kill him for playing these games.

Growing very quiet as the basket is placed down. Her eyes lift expectantly, lips parting ready to spew the prepared litany of curses for her crazed lover

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

Rafe was engaged in watching the slave as she played with herself and brought herself to near release over and over at his command. Each time she begged it was denied, she was asked the standard questions such as "What are you?", "What do slaves always do?", etc and listened to the replies that had been drilled into her over and over and over. When she's calmed down somewhat it was back to playing again as he sat watching and enjoying himself and her.

He was about to command her to the furs on the floor, when there was a knock on his door.

"What is it?"

"Master, the awaited slave has arrived."

"Thank you. Tell them I'll be there directly and to wait until I've arrived before opening the slave basket."

"Yes Master, immediately."

Looking back at the slave as she continued to arouse herself I saw the look of sad desperation on her face and in her eyes. Her arousal was great and I'd kept it that way for nearly an hour now. She needed to release desperately.

However, business called and this would be a good lesson for her.

"Slave I must leave you. You will continue to do as you have been doing until my return. You will play with yourself as if I were still sitting and watching you. You will NOT release. If you do so you will immediately confess it, naturally, upon my return and I will decide on a suitable punishment.
"Remember slave I expect to find you dripping wet and nearly insane with lust on my return."

As I'd been speaking, I'd also been dressing in my leathers. Since I wasn't leaving the compound, there was no need for the twin short swords I merely put on my two fighting knives and the brace of throwing daggers in their chest sheaths. The slave whip and goad were hung at my waist and I left with a final look over my shoulder as she was furiously fucking herself for me with two fingers and her other hand was pinching and rolling a nipple.

I arrived in the courtyard and greeted Ho Tu, Stormy and To'ell. "I see she's finally here. Let's see if the reports are true and she was truly worth the bonus I paid for her."

OOC: Remember all English will be in italics.

Moving to the grounded basket, I unlatch it and throw open the lid. Looking down I see a ravishing woman looking back up at me through squinting eyes as the bright morning light floods the inside of the basket.

My hand reaches down and tangles her long, luxuriant black hair and pulls up bringing her screaming in shock and pain to her feet.

Her hair is released, my hands grip her upper arms and lift her effortlessly from the basket. She's placed on her feet as Stormy, Ho Tu and all give a little gasp. Whether from her beauty and form or her odd attire is unclear.

"You now mine. I own you. Strip now or feel pain." I say as I remove the slave goad from my belt, turn it on and move the setting dial to the midrange so her first taste of it will be unforgettable.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Trying to leap from the basket as it opens, stopped by the suddenly flood of fingers burying into my hair. My hands instinctively reaching upwards at the wrists, grasping them tightly.

Let me go!!! What the the hell is going on????

Eyes widening, as she realizes this is not her lover. Definitely not anyone she knows. And definitely not normal clothes that he wears. weapons??? This must be some kind of sick fantasy.

Staring directly into the eyes of this person, who is gripping her arms. So tightly his hold, that she feels bruises beginning to develop upon her smooth, flawless flesh. Disregarding the other people, as they seem to follow this one. Eyes narrowing with disbelief as she hears his words.

"You now mine. I own you. Strip now or feel pain."

Yours? Strip or feel pain? She was now completely convinced she was in the presence of a madman and had no intention of remaining so. A displeased frown adoring the lush pucker of her lips. Her voice cold as ice as she speaks, dripping with venom.

Let me go. NOW.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

There was no hesitation. No repeating my command in my halting Urth speech.

The slave goad cross the intervening distance in a flash, literally in more than one respect. When it touched her left hip there was an explosion of theatrical sparks as the electric current raced along her nerves and she collapsed screaming to the ground. She squirmed and writhed in agony screaming and moaning.

As she began to recover the goad touched her yet again. This time on the other hip. She moved like a viper with it's head severed from it's body as the screamed and howled.

Again she began to recover. Again the goad touched her and a shower of eruped from her naked belly. She curled into a ball unable to scream any longer just gasping, her face a mask of intense pain.

When she finally stopped moving I said, "Up slave. Stand and strip. Now or I starts ageen slave." and I brandished the goad where she could see it clearly.

 

[diamond_gurl]

In the next instant, she was on the ground. Writhing in utter pain as the eletricity flowed freely through her. Her body spasming out of control as her arms flail and her legs kick. Her screams echo within the air around the few witnessing this act of cruelty.

The second time the goad struck. Never having felt anything remotely akin to this sensation, she releases her tears. The wet streaks cling to her cheeks as the sobs of agony flood her lusciously ripe mouth. Her cries turning to chokes as she struggles to draw breath into her lungs. Her mind absolutely furious with this person, this animal.

And a third. Her body moving wildly again, having absolutely no control as she jerks violently. Her heart trying to leap from her chest, the rush of her blood pumping hotly through her veins ring within the recesses of her head. The pain driving her mad with its sheer intensity. Her hair strewn upon the ground, slight muscles rippling along the flawless light brown flesh of her body, her fingernails digging into the ground as she remains curled into a ball and completely still.

"Up slave. Stand and strip. Now or I starts ageen slave."

Her mind hearing the words as if she were in a tunnel. Choosing to ignore that slave comment, she was no slave of his. Her body uncurls slowly, stretching to its full length. Slowly, she presses her hands upon the ground and pushes upwards. Squatting, she looks at the man weilding the goad. Contempt etched across the exotic features of her face as she sneers at him.

Standing to her full height before him, she unclasps her bikini top, allowing the fullness of her breasts to fall free. Tight, chocolate colored nipples stiff within the air, her flesh humming with the remnants of the currents that kissed upon her earlier. Easily hooking her fingers into the sides of the bottoms and sliding them off as well. Revealing the smooth, hairless crevice between her thighs as she stands with her feet shoulder width apart as if to brace herself. Her hands gather into tights fists at her sides as she spats.

Now you have your wish, you insane bastard. I am standing and stripped. Don't touch me with that thing again.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"You are on Gor not Urth. You are a slave now. Do as you are telled and do not be punished.
"You call all men Master, all woman Mistress. Do not ferget and not be punished.
"Hands behind you neck and stay still or . . ." and the goad is lifted slightly from my side.

As I've been talking, I've been slowly walking around you. My eyes moving up and down your body, looking at your face, your hair. Judging you as a buyer of livestock would on Earth before making a purchase or deciding on what to do with his property.

In front of you again I stand waiting for you to obey, or to use the goad once again, if it's necessary. You need to learn and quickly that, as much as it may distress you and you may wish to rebel, such action will be met with swift and painful punishment.

With a Gorean captive I'd have chosen to use the slave whip, but since it's been a long time since I've spoken Urth language I've elected to use the goad instead to drive home your utter helplessness and what will happen each and every time you choose to show any rebellion.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

"You are on Gor not Urth. You are a slave now. Do as you are telled and do not be punished.
"You call all men Master, all woman Mistress. Do not ferget and not be punished.
"Hands behind you neck and stay still or . . ." and the goad is lifted slightly from my side.

As the man speaks, for the first time Myla feels truly helpless. Noticing none have attempted to help her out of this situation, nor stopped the actions of the man circling her as she stands. Having no desire to feel the slave goad again, she obeys his words. Trembling, she lifts her slender arms, the bracelets adorning them jingling softly, delicate hands resting upon the nape of her neck.

She listens to his words, wondering what they could possibly mean. Surely, she isn't on another planet. That's just impossible! Master? Mistress? punishment??? It was punishment enough she would have to endure this until she figured a way out. Her eyes begin to fill with tears again as he speaks again of her new status.

slave.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...looks like the thread has boiled down to two players now.
If LG doesn't post in a day or two, I'll be withdrawing.
You guys have fun though...
Glad I got ya'll together!...

 

[little_golden]

Defiant

Jenny was started when the man barked at her

"Shut up girl, you'll learn to speak when spoken too."

She didn't like men talking to her like that. Of course it happened from time to time with a rough boyfriend or a one night John. But still it annoyed her and she could feel her temper rising. Being so far off the ground she chose her words carefully:

"You talk to me nicely" she told him. Her voice wavered as they kept climbing through the air.

"Cheap thrills!" she told him in a smart-ass manner. She felt him enjoying her proximimity and his body was so warm t her touch that it secretly excited her. But she wasn't going to admit that to anyone... ever!

At last she the rider pull on one of the straps and the great bird descened to the ground... to a camp. It was crude looking and she wasn't impressed. She was used to motels, hotels and flop houses. This was well... kind of primitive.

Looking over the edge she was shocked at the height. There was no where to run.... except if she could steal the bird.

"I'm no slave... and I'm not jumping. You take me home now or I'll call 911" she threatened.

Jenny watched him changing....

"and another thing... I want some clothes.... a good meal.... and I want to go home!" Jenny shouted trying not to panic. This was too far out even for her. The culture shock was throwing her off completely.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

OOC: I certainly hope not Arti. You would be missed, as would the others. *s
I can come up with a scenario that includes you w/o a problem. *evil grin* Ever play "The Game" friend? *chuckling*

IC:

"Look at the sky slave. Look like Urth. No. You are on Gor. On Gor you are property. You are uhh slave. My slave.
"Obey commands and don't be punished.
"Now heel slave." I begin to walk to a door in one of the walls, goad in hand.

 

[diamond_gurl]

Myla

He was right. Something was different about this place. As far as Myla could tell, it was not Earth. As she allowed the fact to settle in, she began to think about her survival and what it would take for her to escape. There had to be someone that would help her out of this situation. She also noticed one thing. She had yet to have seen another woman.

Heel??

Myla nearly burst out laughing as he commanded her like a mere dog. If he thought she was going to stand for this treating her like an animal shit, he had another thing coming.

Her eyes dropped to the slave goad he carried at his side. The object very intimidating, causing Myla to cringe at the thought of him using it again. She still was feeling the affects of the previous strikes with it. Well...maybe she should choose a better time to tell him to go to hell. Looking at the man before her, she follows him to the door.

 

[ariosto]

*911...!?*
Something tugged at Jon's memory and then it dawned on him.
He burst out laughing!

"Emergency number right?"

Her pretty brow knit...she nodded.

"You want a telephone?"

She still stood defiant , hands on hips at the cliffs edge but inside the facade was crumbling...sure a telephone. He was laughing at her.

"Girl there are no telephones on GOR, but if your not more cooperative I can blow this," He held up the Tarn whistle,
"And bring my pet down to eat you for dinner. He'd be grateful, trying to catch a mountain sleen for your supper is no easy task."

He'd paused in disrobing as he talked but now he finished, laid his clothes on the side of the shelter and turned...
In spite of herself, Jenny caught her breath.
The man was a physical marvel, tanned, handsome, well muscled and...endowed magnificently!
She tore her eyes away and tried to concentrated on the scar that zigzagged across his broad chest.
He kneeled and took something from the tent.

"Where am I?"
Finally...the question that had been raging in her mind ever since she realised that this was something more than a bad dream.

Jon Thanis stood, he was holding a leathern skin full of water and a coarse rag.
"You are on the planet Gor. We lie on the same orbit as Urth but on the far side of the sun. Gor is a strange and haunting world, a world I will never leave...nor will you."

"YES I WILL!", Jenny cried...."YES I WILL!"

He strode over and grabbed her shoulder with his free hand.
"Look at me girl...look at me."

She tried to stop her shaking and did as she was told.

"You're a woman. On Gor all women are slaves. A few will become frees but they all are born as slaves. You will serve whatever Master whose property you become without question.
Or...you can die a number of painful and humiliating deaths"

She shook her head, she wasn't believing this! This was NOT POSSIBLE!

"Now for the moment I'm your Master."
He thrust the skin of water and the rag into her hands.
"Wash me. And when you've finished you can wash yourself.
Your still filthy from the basket ride."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

I entered the ground floor level and waited until you'd caught up with me and instructed, "You well walk two steeps behind me on left, all the time."

Walking off slowly I lead you to the physician's quarters. Entering I speak with Jor-El, the house physician and instruct that you be given a full and through examination, your first dosage of the serum to prolong your life span and also your first dose of the contraceptive to ensure that you'll not become pregnant. His exam will also let me know if you're a white silk, virgin, or not.

Turning to you again, "This is Jor-El. He is physician and weel examin you. On the bed slave. Now." and again the goad moves slowly toward you as a reminder of what disobedience will bring you.