Aten, First Bow of Sa Jerag Talunas in the Jungles of Gor:

Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!

Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.

Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Taluna tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......

Nyah: Scout of Sa Jerag

The lonely sound of a ship’s bell in the distance pierces the blackness of the night
Water slaps against a smooth, sandy rivers edge in rhythm with each ripple.

SUDDENLY, embers invade the darkness. A dimly lit hand brings the old sun dried scrolls to the ember. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates my battered face , I’m born in GOR, with my younger sister, Morana. The forest, my home, where we grew up together, learning to survive, scouting & free!

My raven black hair is wet and matted. Face drips with water or sweat. A large cut runs the length of my face from the corner of the eye to my chin. It bleeds freely. There’s a sound of unbuttoning of clothing
Two feet straddle my legs. A stream of urine flows in between & by my torso where my exhausted body failed me
I look up at the male. A look of realization crosses my face. It is followed by frustration, anger, and finally resignation.

A voice from the darkness whispers, “How are you Nyah?”
The reply’s slight. “There’s something wrong with my legs….they wont move”
The male stays in the shadow, a sarcastic “Awww” whispered.

“Why NOW, why my sister…where are you taking her?”

A soft “SSsssh”, ”She’s ripe & luscious, ready for the picking!”

“Take me instead, she’s too young, please for gor’s sake!” Tormented I try to make out the silhouette.

“…and ruin the hunt Nyah? Come, come, I want to see you track us down and your sister” voice begins to melt into the night sky. I scan the darkness for him.

CRACK!!!
A log connects with my head, my body is spun around with the force, I roll over unconscious.

Years pass I scout the forests, mountains, cities, picking up clues, pursue sightings, bribe, use males looking for my sister I search every point on the compass My scouting skills tuned to the highest level, however I still cant find herr. The loss of Morana makes me withdraw, an outcast, shunned by some panther’s and chased off their lands.
My canoe docked in the Sa Jerag jungles, the huntresses showed no aggression to me and welcomed me into their camp, I stay there now and scout for them they offer unconditional love, one day I’ll find my sister.........one day

Cathli, Chieftess of Sa Jerag


Who am I? - I am the Chieftess of the Sa Jerag tribe.

Who was I? - I was born, the daughter of a merchant who had retired from business to the island of Cos where my elder brother and I were raised by Him after the death of my mother in childbirth.

Why am I a Taluna? - Before I was Taluna I was a slave, captured by pirates in a brutal raid on the island, where my father was killed and my brother and I were taken for sale in the slave markets of Port Kar.

Why then am I not a slave? - For the carelessness of the Pirate who gambled me away for drinking money to a Merchant of Tarnburg.

Then why am I still not a slave? - The journey to Tarnburg is many pasangs, and I was taken in a covered wagon with many others for sale in the markets of Tarnburg. Close by the city in the woods of Tarnburg, when we only had a short distance left to travel, the caravan was raided by fierce Women of the woods, outlaws who seized anything of value they could take.

Who took Me? - Loniki Loudon. She took Me as Her personal slave

Why did She take Me? - She told Me since that She took pity on the poor bundle of silks thrown out of the wagon in the panic of the attack.

Why am I still not a slave? - She chained Me and led Me on foot past bands who hunted Her and her Sisters down, till I thought I could walk no more and I would die from the hardship of the journey. She took me to the Panther camp of the Keh'ra Jerag as her personal slave. She taught Me how to hunt a bosk and skin a tabuk, how to live off berries in the Northern Woods. How to scent the smell of a raider when He was many pasangs away, how to move as silent as the night under the nose of the Hunter. She taught Me too what is beautiful that Men seek to prey on and what it is they want, and how a wild dance or a serve can please.

Why am I still not a slave? - She taught Me how to stand, released Me free as the wind in the jungles of Schendi where We had fled to escape the constant fear of raids and captures.

Why am I Taluna? Because I can live in the deep jungle, away from the wars of the cities and from the eyes of the world. Because it is my own hand that fashions my arrows and sharpens my spear for the hunt or to protect mine. And because My famiily is always with Me.

What am I? - I am Chieftess, I am partner to the One who loves Me as I love Her.

I am Chieftess to Her En
She is fire to my water
She is sun to my earth
She is everything to my nothing
She is sky to my ocean
She is laughter to my sadness
She is the sound that breaks my silence
She is love to my love
She is company to my loneliness
She is my desire
She is my love
She lets me walk in her shadow and dance in her moons
She is En an I am Chieftess

Why am I Chieftess? - because I am always proud of the Sisters who stay with Us...the tribe We all are. I feel the love they bring to each other and the desire to protect and care for each other. It is my honour to be their Chieftess.

On Urth, this girl's name was Destiny Daines. Here this girl doesnt know if she has a name. Taken from my planet at least four weeks ago, this girl awoke on this strange new world called Gor. This girl has no remembrance of the events surrounding her coming here. This girl quickly realised that her life has changed forever. She was now a slave, kajira, on this planet.

At first I was defiant. I would not follow commnds and I would not listen. But punishment was always swift and fierce. I realized that in order to survive, I must accept this new role.

My first weeks seemed to consist of moving from place to place, collar to collar, chain to chain. Nights spent in overcrowded cells, beaten constantly, forced to walk miles without food or water, chained to other kajira like animals. I vowed right then that this would change one day. But I would have to wait. Changing this life will not come easy.

My first break came aboard a ship. Taken aboard with many other slaves, one night the crew became drunk. One crew member decided to have his way with me. He unchained my wrists and legs, but left his guard down. I swiftly kicked him in the groin, and then brought the shackles down upon his head. Grabbing whatever I could to aid me in escape, I quickly ran up to the deck and leaped over the side of the boat.

The next days were one of great hardship. My jump from the boat and swim to shore had placed me in a deep, dark jungle. On Urth I had been an athlete and an outdoorswoman, I hoped my training and skills would be of use on Gor.

I wandered the jungle, eating whatever I could find. Lichens, small fish captured in ponds, grubs I dug from the bark of fallen trees. But I had to be careful. Being unfamiliar with this planet I had no I dea what was safe to eat and what could be deadly.
I slept at night with one eye open. This was a new place, I did not know what dangers lurked here. I was surviving, but I was growing weaker each day.

One day I encountered a female in the forest. She did not see me, so I followed her. Afert traveling several miles she came to a village. I stayed hidden in the tree line and watched. It seemed that the village consisted entirely of women. I decided to stay and observe this tribe for awhile, see if I could learn any skills.

Three days passed as I watched the tribe each day I grew weaker, unable to find all the sustenance I needed. I had to come to a decision. In the jungle I faced death. With the tribe I faced life. Waht kind of life I did not know. It was apparent that that they had slaves also. I decided my only course of action was to approach this tribe, even if it meant going back into slavery. I turned myself in to this tribe, ready to accept a new life, but the weapons I had stolen from the boat I kept hidden in the forest. One day I will need them.

I am now kajira to the Sa Jerag Taluna. This girl finds its not so bad. I am learning the four basics and I do feel loved. Those elements in me that make me what I am, defiance and pride, will also be my tools to make this girl the best of the kajirae. I will become the best on Gor. For I have a destiny to fulfill. And that destiny is to become a warrior of Gor. This is but a step on that journey.

You can call a tree a rock...but it does not make it so. I do not mind the life of kajira...but I will never be anyone's dog.

Tal, I’m Dixie
I am the daughter of a red silk Kajira who was enslaved by a pirate lord. When I was young, the pirate lord decided I had no further value and sold me to a band of traveling Nomads. When I reached age, a Nomad Master collared me and my life began as a slave. After countless seasons, I endured the unthinkable life of a slave all the while suppressing a burning sensation within me for my freedom.

My chance for freedom came when we were traveling in the Meadowlands to seek trade with the merchants from the city of Laura. I noticed a thick forest on the outskirts of the city and began to plot my escape. While setting up camp, I managed to conceal a trader’s dagger within a basket of berries I was carrying and hid the dagger under my furs in the Masters wagon. Upon settlement in preparation of the next day trade, my Master had routinely taken me into my furs and this is what I had anticipated.

That night, after my Master drank excessive paga and blackwine, he came to his wagon were I had waited for his arrival. I served him properly as a slave should, and he fell asleep next to me. I waited until the moon was the highest in the sky, and all was quiet in our camp. I pulled the dagger from under my furs and plunged it into the midsection of my master and gave the dagger an abrupt twist.

As his eyes opened in pain and fright, I glared at him and spoke. ”Never again will you or another male have me”. I pulled the dagger from his midsection and slit his throat for silence. I left him for dead and ran deep into the thick forest for cover with nothing but my silks and the dagger I had stolen.

After several moons and foraging the forest for food, I found this environment extremely dangerous, and realized that I could not survive the dangers of the forest on my own. I had noticed a group of oddly dressed females hunting throughout the forest and making a home for themselves by a river. They were hunting with bows and spears, so I watched them from hiding, trying to learn their ways.

I managed to forge a bow from some branches and carved a few arrows and began to practice running and shooting through the forest. I knew winter was coming, so either I learn to survive here, or I would have to risk going to a city and being enslaved again.

While practicing my hunting, I managed to get too close to the riverbank where I was spotted by one of the females that lived in the forest. She shouted over the banks that she saw me hiding in the foliage and what was my business there. I did not reply, instead started to run to an Inn nearby for my safety. This girl chased me to the Inn where she confronted me on the docks of the river.

“What is you business here in our forest?” she shouted at me. I was scared as I noticed her superiority in bow and her knowledge of the forest. “I am escaped slave and I am hiding in the forest for my safety” I replied. She chuckled at me as she noticed the collar around my neck. “Aye, I can see that Kajira. I am Ronnie of the Var Viverra Tribe and this is our forest!” she exclaimed. “Stay south of the river and guard yourself carefully as you may end up slave here yourself”.

After that encounter, we had run into each other several times at the Inn and in the forest. She recommended I get my collar removed before someone else tried to take me for their own. All the while I was getting better at hunting. I managed to down a medium sized bosk and traded the bosk with the local blacksmith to remove my collar.

I started to befriend many of the tribe members and was even escorted over the bridge a couple of times by some of its members. I eventually met a tribal elder by the name of JimmerJam. After a few encounters with her, I gained her trust with my knowledge of the Var Viverra Panther Tribe and she gave me the honor to pledge the Tribe.

I am now learning the ways of the sisterhood with the guidance of some of the most respected panthers. I have found a new home in the Northern Woods. I am a Panther, I will live free, I will protect and defend my sisters, and I will never let the tribe down.

Fey tells about her life on Gor

Mother a slave and skilled healer of the green caste, fled her bonds when she got pregnant, she risked everything for love of a unborn doughter, only wishing me to be spared the life she had endured... My life is the path of the wild, iwe been born in the wild, and have lived free all my life, Being a healer, i follow the teachings of my mother, respect all life, and tough some might not deserve to be treated and cured its a healers duty and honor to preserve life... Mother newer wanted to speak much of her time as a slave, who she served, and where, she bore her collar to the day she died, i gave her a proper pyre funeral in the heart of the forest, her ashes spread in the wind, she died free, i carry her half melted slave collar as a warning and reminder of the injust world of Males... Walking alone in the wild for some years, and have just reasently joined the panther path, as a panther i guess there are things i share and things i disagree to... the rest is something time will tell.

my life on Gor…by Larah

I come from far up north… born in Thor valds land near the wild beaches in a land with lots of rain and fog and cold…but I was raised in happiness and joy! Our little home was always cozy, the fireplace never cold and I played in the house, and with two elder sisters I was spoilt with wonderful care and fun and enjoyed every day of my life…yes my father was a successful man, people said he came from a grim part of gor and fell in love with my mom and they went into a Free Companionship…I remember the green windblown meadows…remember us running down to the beach and now and then I could join the men when they were fishing with their swift longboats:Weeeeeeee!!! the bow cutting the waves and the surf hitting my face while we went over the sea, driven by the wind or the strong rows of the men! The sun and the wind, the seagulls overhead, SOOO wonderful!...I resolved I want to go to sea one day!!!
However it was decided that I had to be the Wench of the Physician…he was a good looking man, and successful and his healing arts saved more than one life! I was proud to become his and I bore him a daughter…but he did not care much for his child, nor did he care much for his Larah…he was always travelling around and healing the wounds of war and of seafare…a wench of Thorvaldsland can live with that and I kept the hearth warm and raised my daughter with all my love and knowledge…until the day my FC brought a slave back home, a beautiful girl from the south, long black raven hair and she was well known in all the arts of a kajira…never again did I share the furs with my FC after that day, he shared them with her and I whipped her brutally then! But he defended his girl and hit me hard with his fist and I was slammed around brutally until I was unconscious…I woke up and my body was in pain and I cried and cried so hard…the kajira he brought stood over me and laughed! but he had already left to another patient!...RAGE overcame me and I took my dagger from my hip and SLASHED it over her legs and then hit her and hammered my fists into her face, her body until she lay on her back and begged for mercy and I knelt over her and cried so hard…so hard…I took some furs, some dried fish and a skin of water and took my child by her hand and went to the beach…the tide helped me push the huge longboat into the waves and I set sail..
Strong westerly winds over the thassa whipped us on…away…far away!!..I wanted to be gone forever!!!...and my daughter and me changed places on the tiller for many many days…we collected the rainwater and we fished now and then and never stopped…I followed the sun to the south and the northern star behind us at night…many many days we travelled and we even survived a mighty storm in the thassa!...but then I knew we would not survive on the thassa forever…and changed course to the east…knowing there must be land out there…
and from afar we saw golden roofs and mighty walls…a giant port city!...I heard the stories of the raids to the south and the riches in the gorean ports but NEVER would I have imagined what I saw!
we drifted in silently at night and sneaked to the city…but the gates were closed and we huddled together in front of them…then on the next morning we sneaked in and I begged for food and sneaked over the markets and was now and then given wonderful fruits we ve never seen!...oh golden Port Kar, how RICH this city is and how many people there are about!...these fruits are from the jungles, the merchant told us! But a hand gripped my shoulder and a large man with long black hair stared into my eyes hard! “You!” he said “will come with me!” I SCREAAAAAAMED and ran and ducked below the stalls and ran and ran but he only laughed! and on turning back I saw he held my daughters’ hand…
I walked back…sooo sad…oh please have mercy with my child PLEASE!!!...”Aye” he said, your daughter needs a home and needs care and deserves better than becoming a she – urth!...come I show you my mansion and you will see!”…and I walked behind and he had a wonderful house indeed, with many bedrooms and a large hall and even a bath he had!...and he turned and said:”your daughter will be raised well and in honour, but YOU slut! you PAY for her education!” and he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me along and I fought for my life and KICKED until he turned and growled:”REMEMBER that your child is here too!!!!!”…and I cringed…and was collared and made slave…
there were four girls in his chain, and his First Girl cared for me well, she taught me all the arts of dancing and of furring, seduction and beauty, I was given wonderful sweet silks and I was taught FAST cause she had no patience at all and often was I beaten...I slept alone in my kennels at night…but never was I taught serving, oh no, I was made a coin girl and my fate became SO hard! my life a blur of punishments, men, more men, walking the street and seducing another, furring and walking again, and in the meantime I was always always beaten and yelled at! bring MORE money slut!!! kneel! CARE for your beauty! don t LINGER in the furs, get ANOTHER!!!...a life in tears and sadness…
one day a woman watched me dancing and seducing and she liked what I did…oh wonderful day!...she talked to my Owner and they negotiated and agreed I was to be sold to her!...how full of joy I was, how thankful!...and I hoped my daughter would be coming to her household too but it was not to be…but she was not enslaved, and despite my fate I was thankful that she met a luckier one and I kissed her in tears and vowed I ll always fight to have her back at my side before I was dragged away, screaaaaaaaaaaaming in agony!!!
but the price for my purchase must have been higher than that woman wanted to afford and I STILL had to work…coin girl in Port Kar…the worst fate a slave can meet and again men came and left in a blur and I don t even remember ONE face…
after only three nights I was sold again…I SCREAAAAAAAAMMED! have mercy! but the woman was hurt, I could see it in her eyes, the Master who bought me told her I was about to poison her and she YELLED at me:”GET LOST! WHORE!!! NEVER do I want to see you again!!!”…and I cried so hard for my Mistress Nisha…Nisha oh Nisha, what have I done to hurt you so??...
My new Master Grindel took me home and he showed me his loving care…how thankful I was, how sweet he was to me!...how happy I was for his protecting and loving his little larah…I did my best and kept working hard and tried to be good to him…he took another girl but I was made First Girl and I worked as a coin girl during the days and learnt dancing and learnt even more arts of the furs…
But again I was beaten by a slave, she who was second girl was always around, and other women went to his house day and night, and his coin girl was away working…poor poor larah…coin girl and whore…I cried so many nights and was so desperate…but I became an outsider, alone and forelorn…
Every day I begged and begged for my release, but the other girls wanted the same so I was not sold or killed, but really released…he took my collar off and gave me a letter for release! FREE AGAIN!!! YAY!...but I was not happy, nor was I lucky, now I had to fight for my own survival!
I worked at night in the deep inner city (NoR) and during the days I was fighting for survival! I hit the streets as she urth and made coins like I learnt as a slave, now and then finding kindness and we banded together and fought and struggled and mugged the occasional man at night. Again I found mercy at the fringes of the city and became a dancer in the swamps and a dancer in Taverns and prided in honest work…but my heart was so FULL of sadness as I lost every trace of my daughter and my life was without love…
I took my meagre belongings and walked out of the city…and walked and walked through the mighty plains…avoiding the wagon people and the warring outlaws until I met a panther on the plains…En of Sa Luna was she and she was a proud En and looked into my eyes hard! But I was battered by fate and nothing could intimidate me anymore so I growled back!...suddenly she laughed and I was welcome to her tribe and became a Panther of Sa Luna in the plains of Aria flats!
Proud I was and my days were filled with war…but I was sad for the girls kneeling in camp and noone cared much for them, they offered their lives and their love so beautifully and tenderly, the bright lights of love around them, but the clash of the weapons was too loud and their magic went unnoticed..I talked to the En and the En made me Slaver of Sa Luna and I cared for the girls like a mother would and took one of them for myself and called her “dove”. I was soo happy and proud and fought many wars, until my dove suddenly died of a horrible wound and again I cried for days…
Another woman joined the tribe and her name was Lyra, young pledge of the tribe she was but WILD and strong and seemingly NOTHING could ever hurt her so wild was she and determined! I was downed then and captured one night, and shouted to her “LYRAAAAAAA! HELP!!”…Lyra was a good panther, she sneaked through the ditches and dived through the water and crept ever nearer while I worked hard to get out of the ropes that bound me…when she found me I was free already but she was funny and we laughed together and we made friends!
How happy and how wild Lyra was, how strong and how beautiful her long black hair flowed over her shoulders! Oh Lyra, how I admired you!!!...I took her to my hut and we giggled and shared sweetness and suddenly started fighting!! it was FUN and she was wild! but I could not fight her but instead begged her for love…told her about my heart and offered her myself…sooo in need for her love!...but she said:”NO Larah, youre not the right one, you ll never make it, you are Slaver here and you will never be my beloved girl! its not in you to become a girl, you are not good enough for me!”…and I hit the ground and cried and cried and begged her for mercy, oh PLEASE Lyra PLEASE I BEG you to let me live for YOU only YOU, please Lyra I beg you so!!!”
She had mercy with my begging and again the ice cold collar of steel was fastened around my neck! As that happens sometimes that a Panther escapes a collar, no one in the tribe cared much for the collared Slaver of Sa Luna, I was her girl at night and Slaver during the days…
Until one day word came over the plains…”Larah was NOT escaping a collar…Larah is SLAVE!!!”…and I knelt behind her left heel and my Sisters looked down at me and DESPISED me and I was slut of Sa Luna, the WORST that can be is a Panther who submits!...I was sooo afraid, but Lyra protected me well and an En came, Samantha and she cared for Lyra s girl too and they protected me…I was branded a second time that day and knelt in camp…no Larah around who cares for the slaves and their reality hit me sooo hard!!!
again I started begging and begging:”Please my Mistress, I suffer so in all the war in this tribe with the Panthers spitting at me, my Mistress I beg You so for Your protection and help!”…and one day my Mistress smiled at me gently…”my girl…I send you to the jungles of Gor where my Sister is Taluna..she will care for you and you will be safe with her”…
…and I was Cathli’s girl then and she trained me further in the arts of serving and let me always be with her and on her leash and I was so FULL of joy and so thankful for her loving care day and night! My Mistress became known for her long chain and I had FUN with my sisters and she made me First Girl of her chain and I enjoyed every second of my life…I was in heaven…soooo in heaven…oh my Mistress I love you forever!!!...I made dances for her and serves and I taught the girls and was made mentor kajira in wa ngao in the jungles of gor…I cried in thankfulness and love every night and I SCREAAAAAAMED my throat out in love and joy when I heard her approach every day!!! THANK YOU my MISTRESS for your heavenly care and for your love!
I love her so much, I love her forever, I love Cathli, she is my life and my happiness, she is my pride, she is my moon and my stars, she is my sun and she is the warm summerwind on my thighs, she is my heaven and she owns my heart and she owns my body and she owns my soul forever! I whisper her name in my dreams at night and every night I pray to heaven for another day with her and when I wake up I m full of energy and will and pride as HER love is all I ever wished for!
Yes she released me, we partnered, I m not collared anymore, but in my love for her only one thing changed: I love her even more if that is possible, I depend on her with all I am, my life changed, I m strong for HER and strong because she makes me be, I still try to give her all my tenderness and my desire for her, my admiration and pride never changed, I cannot live without her love, she is the most wonderful woman, girl, chieftess, sweetie, warrior, angel of love, you teach me love and I m happy beyong imagination!
We became blood sisters and we left Wa Ngao and founded our own tribe: SA JERAG!= Sister forever!
What is different with Sa Jerag, Talunas in the jungles of Gor?
It is a tribe founded in love…founded FOR love…we found shelter on the lovely palm island “Lovers of Gor”…where we lived for a long time…the most beautiful island in the sea of thassa…so wonderful, so lovely…so sunny and bright…
the tribe shall be a tribe for love…where the kajirae are SEEN and heard weaving their magic…where Talunas do not brag but FIGHT for their freedom, where love is and true friendship, where we care for each other in war and in peace…
where Talunas live who are WILD and STRONG and DEFEND their sisters, their girls, their jungles!
Where girls know that their Mistresses are fearless and strong, where we trust each other blindly, where the girls know their place and cast their sweetness, their dances, their serves their submission for the tribe to call their jungle a home….
A growing sisterhood, a community of trust, of love, of care of friendship, of PRIDE in being Free Women on Gor, depending on NO ONE, WE Dominate the Jungles! WE determine our lives and we will stand for each other fiercely and strong and fight back to back!
I m happy, I am thankful for each of my Sisters, I enjoy each of the girls, I love the scents and the flowers in the jungles, I love the crystal clear water, I love the nights at the fireplace and I SCREAAAAAAAAAAM in heaven with my beloved in the furs! night for night…
It’s a heaven WE create for each other!

I love you my Cathli

Larah

Our Elder, Dy'na tells us about her life!

I am Dy'na daughter of Mir'm of Kassau, I am Elder of the Sa Jerag tribe of Talunas and Taluna of the Tasta Tovis tribe and friend and ally of all Talunas and Panthers. And here is my story.
My mother was Mir'm of Kassau, wife of Ja'n merchant of wood in that town. One night they were entertaining some guest of Ja'n and the paga was flowing freely and the poor slave girls were being picked on. Then J'an grabbed up my mother and started ripping off her clothes in front of everyone, being his wife and a FW she could not really resist, then the other men joined in taking their turns with her and the slaves.
That night my mother with a couple of slaves snuck out and disappeared into the forest through the back gate of the city. They wandered for 2 days before being intercepted by a Panther patrol. They were taken in and made one of their sisters. That is where I was born in a panther camp with many dear mothers and sisters. My mother said she does not know which man was my father, in to which I do not care.
When I was about 10 growing up in our panther village we were raided by a large force of men. It was my mother’s husband and mercenaries. They came in and raped and killed everyone and took few as slaves. I with 5 others escaped into the jungles and watched in horror what these men did.
we travelled through he jungles on our own, the eldest was 18. Always travelling south following rivers and jungles. Occasionally we would hook up with a panther or Taluna group. Some of us eventually stayed with these groups. I kept going south for some reason. Stayed in the forest near Argentum for a time then down to the forest near Bazi. Giggles at this point, I grew fond of Bazi tea there.
By this time I was grown and well skilled on my own when I spied a girl with a young girl in tow looking like my mother so long ago. I surprised them and we became friends right away. They were Lyn daughter of Thad the builder and her friend si. We stayed together and all fell in love with each other. We travelled together until we met a tribe that took us in for awhile. This was the home of the Tasta Torvis tribe, a group of fierce Talunas, we honed our skills there.
But, after a while that drive in me said you still are not home, time to move on. So, we hit the trails again until we met up with a Taluna tribe deep in the Ushindi Jungles. That is when my mind told me"you are home."
Now with my mate(s) Lyn the Slaver and our 2 girls si our 1st girl and now blu we are home here with the loving and fierce tribe of the Sa Jerag.

...thank you, Sister Dy'na...hugs your tight!