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This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
Woman of Gor
Free Women of Different Cultures
Free Women of Gor
Free Women & Children

"Young warrior," asked Hassan, of a youth, no more than eight, "have you heard aught of a tower of steel?"
His sister, standing behind him, laughed. Verr moved about them, brushing against their legs.
The boy went to the kaiila of Alyena. "Dismount, Slave," he said to her.
She did so, and knelt before him, a free male. The boy's sister crowded behind him. Verr bleated.
"Put back your hood and strip yourself to the waist," said the boy. Alyena shook loose her hair; she then dropped her cloak back, and removed her
blouse.
"See how white she is!" said the nomad girl.
"Pull down your skirt," said the boy.
Alyena, furious, did so, it lying over her calves.
"How white!" said the nomad girl.
The boy walked about her, and took her hair in his bands. "Look," said he to his sister, "silky, fine and yellow and long.'' She, too, felt the hair. The boy
then walked before Alyena. "Look up," said he. Alyena lifted her eyes, regarding him. "See," said he to his sister, bending down. "She has blue eyes!"
"She is white, and ugly," said the girl, standing up, backing off.
"No," said the boy, "she is pretty."
"If you like white girls," said his sister.
"Is she expensive?" asked the boy of Hassan.
"Yes," said Hassan, "young warrior. Do you wish to bid for her?"
"My father will not yet let me own a girl," said the youngster.
"Ah," said Hassan, understanding.
"But when I grow up," said he' "I shall become a raider, like you, and have ten such girls. When I see one I want, I will carry her away, and make her
my slave." He looked at Hassan. "They will serve me well, and make me happy.
"She is ugly," said the boy's sister. "Her body is white."
"Is she a good slave?" asked the boy of Hassan.
"She is a stupid, miserable girl," said Hassan, "who must be often beaten."
"Too bad," said the boy.
"Tend the verr," said his sister, unpleasantly.
"If you were mine," said the boy to Alyena, "I would tolerate no nonsense from you. I would make you be a perfect slave."
"Yes, Master," said Alyena, stripped before him, her teeth gritted.
"You may clothe yourself," said the boy.
"Thank you, Master," said Alyena. She pulled up her skirt and drew on her blouse, adjusted her cloak and hood. Whereas she could dismount from the
kaiila blanket, which served her as saddle, she could not, unaided, reach its back. I, with my left band under her foot, lifted her to her place. "The little
beast!" whispered Alyena to me, in English. I smiled.
"Have you seen, or heard, aught, young warrior," asked Hassan, "of a tower of steel?"
The boy looked at him and laughed. "Your slave, Raider," said he, indicating the irritated Alyena, now again mounted, well vexed, on her kaiila,
"apparently makes your tea too strong."
Hassan nodded his head, graciously. "My thanks, young warrior," said he.
We then left the boy, and his sister, and their verr. She was scolding him about the verr. "Be quiet," he told her, "or I will sell you to raiders from Red
Rock. In a year or two you will be pretty enough for a collar." He then skipped away as she, shouting abuse, flung a rock after him. When we looked
back again they were prodding their verr, leading them, doubtless, away from their camp. On our kaiila harness, we knew, we wore no bells.
Tribesmen of Gor, page 171-172


Gorean culture tends to view the body, its development, its appetites and needs, with congeniality. We do not grow excited about the growth of trees,
and Goreans do not grow excited about the growth of people. In some respects the Goreans are, perhaps, cruel. Yet they have never seen fit, through
lies, to inflict suffering on children. They seem generally to me to be fond of children. Perhaps that is why they seldom hurt them. Even slave children,
incidentally, are seldom abused or treated poorly, and are given much freedom, until they reach their young adulthood. It is then, of course, that they
are taught that they are slaves. Men come, and the young male is tied and taken to the market. If the young slave is a female she may or may not be
sent to a market. Many young slave maidens are raised almost as daughters in a home. It is often a startling and frightening day for such a girl when,
one morning, she finds herself suddenly, unexpectedly, put in a collar and whipped, and made to begin to pay the price of her now-blossomed slave
beauty. Beasts of Gor, page 155



For example, although one may see a girl in the streets, naked save for, say, her brand and collar, or a bit of chain, this is not common. This sort of
thing is done, usually, only as a discipline. Free women tend to object, for the eyes of their companions tend almost inadvertently to stray to the
exposed flesh of such girls. Perhaps, too, they are angry that they themselves are not permitted to present themselves so brazenly and lusciously
before men. Needless to say it is difficult for men to keep their minds on business when such girls are among them. Perhaps this is the reason that
magistrates tend to frown upon the practice. After all, Goreans are only human.
In a family house, of course, girls are almost always modestly garbed. Children of many houses might be startled if they could see the transformation
which takes place in their pretty Didi or Lale, whom they know as their nurse, governess and playmate, when she is, in their absence or after their
bedtime, ordered to the chamber of one of the young masters, there to dance lasciviously before him, and then to be had, and as a slave. Guardsman
of Gor, page 106


In the Gorean streets I attracted little attention. It is not that unusual, in such streets, for a man to carry a naked slave, bound and hooded, over his
shoulder. To be sure, such girls are often tied in a slave sack. The children that we passed in the streets, playing at marbles or stone toss, scarcely
glanced up. Two children, however, one boy and one girl, did run and strike the slave. She started, and squirmed, on my shoulder under the blows.
I did not admonish the children. First, it was nothing to me that they had struck her, for she was a slave. Secondly, they were free persons, and free
persons on Gor may do much what they please. It is slaves who must be careful of their behavior, lest free persons find it displeasing. The boy who
had struck her, I believe, had been in a fit of ill temper. I think he had just lost at stone toss.
The girl, on the other hand, I think, had had far different motivations. She had not been involved in the game, but had only been watching it. Yet she
had struck the slave by far the cruelest blow. Already she had learned, as a free woman, that female slaves are to be despised and beaten. The
hatred of the free woman on Gor for the female slave is an interesting phenomenon. There are probably many reasons for this.
Among them, however, would seem to be a jealousy of the female slave's desirability and beauty, a resentment of the interest of free men in
imbonded women, and an envy of the slave girl's psychological and biological fulfillments, and emotional freedom and joy. Something of the same
hatred and contempt tends to be felt by masculine women on Earth towards feminine women. Perhaps they hate what they are not, and perhaps
cannot be. The Gorean slave girl, incidentally, can be terrorized by the mere thought that she might be sold to a free woman. I glanced at the girl who
had struck the slave. She was comely. I wondered if she might one day fall slave. If so, she, too, in her turn, would surely learn to fear free women.
Guardsman of Gor, page 197


The selling of infant daughters is nor that unusual in large cities. Some women do it regularly. They make a practice of it, much as they might sell their
hair to hair merchants or to the weavers of catapult ropes. Some women, it is rumoured, hope for daughters, that they may sell to the salve trade.
These women, in effect breed slaves. Too, there is a common belief for which there is much evidence, incidentally, and in the light of this belief some
families would rather sell a daughter than raise her. Too, of course, daughters, unlike sons, are seldom economic assets t the family. Indeed they
cannot even pass on the gens name. They can retain it in companionship, if they wish, if suitable contractual arrangements are secured, but they
cannot pass it on. The survival of the name and the continuance of the patrilineal line are important to many Goreans. Mercenaries of Gor, page 302-
303