Some quotes on the kajirae
"As
Kamchak and I walked to his wagon, I saw several girls,
here and there, clad Kajir; they were magnificent; they
walked with the true brazen insolence of the slave girl,
the wench who knows that she is owned, whom men have
found beautiful enough, and exciting enough, to collar.
The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on
these girls with envy and hatred."
From Nomads of Gor, pg
30
"Elizabeth
Cardwell took the meat in her two hands, confined before
her by slave bracelets and the chain of the sirik, and
bending her head, her hair falling forward, ate it. She,
a slave had accepted meat from the hand of Kamchak of the
Tuchuks. She belonged to him now."
From Nomads of Gor, pg
54
Kamchak of the
Tuchuks is your master," I said. "He will eat
first. Afterward, if he chooses, you will be fed."
She leaned back against the wagon pole. "All
right," she said. When Kamchak rolled out of his
furs Elizabeth, involuntarily shrank back, until the pole
would permit her to withdraw no further. Kamchak looked
at me. "How is the little barbarian this
morning?" he asked. "Hungry," I said.
"Excellent," he said. He looked at her, her
back tight against the wagon pole, clutching the pelt of
the larl about her with her braceleted hands. Kamchak
snapped his fingers and pointed to the rug, Elizabeth
then knelt to him, clutching the pelt about her, and put
her head to his feet.
From Nomads of Gor, pg.
62-63
"Do you
not recall," asked Kamchak, "the banquet of
Saphrar?" "Of course." she said, warily.
"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak. "the
affair of the tiny bottles of perfume and the smell of
bosk dung--how nobly you attempted to rid the banquet
hall of that most unpleasant and distasteful odor?"
"Yes," said the girl, very slowly. "Do you
not recall," asked Kamchak, "What I then said
to you--what I said at that time?" "No!"
cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward
her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She
squirmed and struggled on his shoulder, kicking and
pounding on his back. "Sleen!" she cried.
"Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" I followed Kamchak down
the steps of the wagon and, blinking and still sensible
of the effects of the Paga, gravely held open the large
dung sack near the rear left wheel of the wagon.
"No, Master!" the girl wept. "You call no
man Master," Kamchak was reminding her. And then I
saw the lovely Aphris of Turia pitched head first into
the large, leather sack, screaming and sputtering,
thrashing about.
"Master!" she cried. "Master!
Master!" Sleepily I could see the sides of the sack
bulging out wildly here and there as she squirmed about.
Kamchak then tied shut the end of the leather sack and
wearily stood up. "I am tired," he said. "
I have had a difficult and exhausting day." I
followed him into the wagon where, in a short time, we
had both fallen asleep. From Nomads of
Gor, pg 143-144
"Few it
seemed to me, much objected to leaving the luxurious
delights of the gardens for the freedom of the winds and
prairies, the dust, the smell of bosk, the collar of a
man who would master them utterly, but before whom they
would stand as human shes, individual, each different,
each alone and marvelous and prized in the secret world
of her master's wagon."
From Nomads of Gor, pg
332
By contrast, the Wagon People prefer the highborn beauties of Turia to serve them. They will pay well for such slaves at auction. Some of the plainer women are sold for as little as a brass cup. A really beautiful girl, particularly if of free birth and high caste, might bring as much as forty pieces of gold. Such are, however, rarely sold. The Wagon People enjoy being served by civilized slaves of great beauty and high station. During the day, in the heat and dust, such girls will care for the wagon bosk and gather fuel for the dung fires. At night they will please their masters.
The leather chatka
and curla of the Wagon slave girls has already been
discussed, but it is not the sole costume worn by kajirae
in the camps. The Wagon People, as nomadic raiders,
frequently loot merchant caravans travelling across the
plains, and come into possession of many things not
produced by themselves. One such thing is silk, generally
from Tyros. The Wagon Peoples are sometimes willing to
barter silks to the Turians, but commonly they keep these
for their own slave girls, who wear them in the secrecy
of the wagons.
The dances of the Wagon kajirae are legendary. The words used to describe them are "barbarous", "savage", "startling", "uncontrolled" and "wild". They are love dances, seductive in the extreme, and go a long way towards explaining why the Turians so value slave girls of the Wagons. Their passion is unparalleled, their heat fierce. To hold such a girl enslaved in the collar of submission is an experience without equal on Gor.
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