Lovers of Gor

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