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Year 10,170 Contasta Ar


Caste of Leather Workers



Here are relevant references from the Books where the Caste of Leather Workers is mentioned.
It is not meant to be anything other than the facts of the matter.
Arrive at your own conclusions.

I wish you well,
Fogaban






Supporting References

Less impressive perhaps but even more essential to the operation of the House were its kitchens, its laundries, commissaries and storerooms; its medical facilities, in which dental care is also provided; its corridors of rooms for staff members, all of whom live in the House; its library, its records and files; its cubicles for Smiths, Bakers, Cosmeticians, Bleachers, Dyers, Weavers and Leather Workers; its wardrobe and jewelry chambers; its tarncots, two of them, opening by means of vast portals to tarn perches fixed in the side of the cylinder; its training rooms, both for slaves and for guards, and for those learning the trade of the slaver; recreation rooms for the staff; eating places; and, of course, various pens, kennels and retention facilities; as well as a chamber in which slaves are processed, collared and branded; deliveries to the House of Cernus, both of foodstuffs and materials, and slaves, are frequent; it is not unusual that a hundred slaves be received in a given day; the total number of slaves in the house at any one time, a shifting population, of course, tends to be between four and six thousand.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Pages 111 - 112


Once in a Paga tavern I heard a man, whom I recognized to be one of the guards from the iron pens, though now in the tunic of a Leather Worker, declaring that the city needed for its Administrator not a Builder but a Warrior, that law would again prevail.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 231


"I saw Falarius leave the house," said he, "in the garb of a Leather Worker. I was curious."
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Page 232


Once I noted, speaking to Inge, that Ute, regularly, made certain grammatical errors. "Yes," said Inge, matter-of-factly, "she is of the leather workers."
I then felt superior to Ute. I myself would not make those mistakes. I was Elinor Brinton.
"I will speak high-caste Gorean," I told Inge.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 71


I knelt on the low wooden platform while one of the leather workers, with a long needle, approached my face.
"See," said Targo, to the other girls, "El-in-or is brave."
Many of them were whimpering.
I closed my eyes. No anesthetic was used, for I was a slave, but it was not particularly painful.
It was said to be a Turian custom, from the far south, which was spreading north.
The leather worker then went to the other side of the platform.
There were tears in my eyes, for my eyes smarted.
I felt the second pain, sharp, followed by an unpleasant burning sensation.
The leather worker stood up.
My ears had been pierced.
. . .
The leather worker wiped away the bit of blood with a cloth.
He then fixed two tiny steel rods, with threaded ends, through the wounds. To each end of each of the rods he threaded a tiny steel disk, that the tiny rods might be held in the wounds. The disks and rods would be removed in four days.
. . .
I stood to one side. My hand went to my right ear. "Do not touch your ear, Slave," snapped the leather worker.
"No, Master," I said.
"Stand against the wall, El-in-or," said Targo.
"Yes, Master," I said, and went to one side of the large slave room in the public pens of Ko-ro-ba.
"I, too, am of the leather workers," Ute told the leather worker, with the needle.
"No," he said, "you are only a slave."
"Yes, Master," she said.
I saw her kneel, very straight, on the wood, and watched the needle pass through her right ear lobe. She did not cry out. Perhaps she wished to show courage before one who was of the leather workers.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Pages 157 - 158


The leather worker had not left the room. He was reaching into his leather bag.
I was puzzled. Then it occurred to me that he must want to check the rods in my ears, to see that they were fixed properly.
I knelt quite straight, but impatiently. I wanted my lunch. I wished that he would hurry.
"Put your head back," he said.
I looked at him with sudden apprehension. In his hand he held something which looked like a pair of pliers, except that the claws were extremely slender, and bent in such a way as to touch one another, at the tips scarcely more than a needle's width.
"What is that?" I asked.
"A punch," said Targo.
"Put your head back," said the leather worker.
"No," I whispered. "What are you going to do?"
"Do not be afraid, El-in-or," called Ute. "It is nothing." I wished she would be quiet.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, frightened.
"Someday a master may wish to put a nose ring on you," explained Targo. "This way you will be ready."
. . .
Suddenly I went to pieces, horrified, hysterical. "No!" I screamed. I tried to scramble from the platform. The leather worker seized me. "Hold her!" he said.
"Bind her," said Targo.
I, held by the leather worker, cast wild eyes on Targo. "No, Master!" I implored. "Please!" But already my ankles were being tied together. Another guard pulled my hands behind my back and my wrists were lashed together.
"No!" I screamed. "No!"
Two guards held me by the arms on the platform. Another guard put his left arm about my throat, from behind, and with his right hand in my hair, pulled my head back, holding it still.
I could not scream. The guard's arm on my throat was tight.
"Do not move," commanded the leather worker.
I felt the back of the claws of the punch enter my nostrils, distending them. There was a tiny, sharp click. Tears burst into my eyes. I felt acute pain for an instant, and then a prolonged, burning, stinging sensation.
Everything went black, but I did not faint, held in position by the guards.
When I opened my eyes, blinded with tears, I saw the leather worker approaching my face with a tiny, steel ring, partly opened, and a pair of pliers.
As I was held he inserted the ring in my nose. It was painful. Then, with the pliers, he closed the ring, and turned it, so that its opening, where the closed edges met, was concealed within, at the side of the septum.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Pages 163 - 165


Four days after we had had our ears pierced the leather worker returned to the pens and removed the tiny threaded rods with the disks from our ears.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 174


I put my head back and the leather worker again reached toward my face.
His instrument was rather like a pair of closed, long-handled pliers. He inserted the tip of this instrument, consisting of a pair of small, hinged rods, like opposing crescents, into the steel nose ring and then, with his two hands, pulling outwards on the handles, slowly, carefully, opened the instrument, spreading the ring. Then, with his fingers, he slipped it free, and dropped it on the platform.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 199


At the age of twelve, Ute had been purchased by a leather worker, who dwelt on the exchange island, administered by the Merchants, of Teletus. He, and his companion, had cared for her, and had freed her. They had adopted her as their daughter, and had seen that she was trained well in the work of the leather workers, that caste which, under any circumstances, had been hers by right of birth.
On her nineteenth birthday, members of the Caste of Initiates had appeared at the door of the leather worker's hut.
It had been decided that she should now undertake the journey to the Sardar, which, according to the teachings of the Caste of Initiates, is enjoined on every Gorean by the Priest-Kings, an obligation which is to be fulfilled prior to their attaining their twenty-fifth year.
If a city does not see that her youth undertake this journey then, according to the teachings of the Initiates, misfortunes may befall the city.
It is one of the tasks of the Initiates to keep rolls, and determine that each youth, if capable, discharge this putative obligation to the mysterious Priest-Kings.
"I will go," had said Ute.
"Do you wish the piece of gold?" asked the chief of the delegation of Initiates, of the Leather Worker and his Companion.
"No," they had said.
"Yes," said Ute. "We will take it."
It is a custom of the Initiates of Teletus, and of certain other islands and cities, if the youth agrees to go to the Sardar when they request it, then his, or her, family or guardians, if they wish it, will receive one tarn disk of gold.
Ute knew that the leather worker, and his companion, could well use this piece of gold.
Captive of Gor     Book 7     Page 233


I am an admirer of skills, of efficiencies of various sorts. I admire the skill of the leather worker with his needle, that of the potter's strong hands, that of the vintner with his wines, that of warriors with their weapons.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 47


The man's hand was strong on her arm. "Here is a nameless slave!" he cried. "What am I bid for her?"
"Fourteen copper pieces!" cried a man.
"Sixteen!" cried another.
I spied, in the crowd, two men from my ship. I gestured that they should join us, Rim. Thurnock and myself. They worked their way through the crowd.
"Twenty copper pieces!" cried a leather worker.
Hunters of Gor     Book 8     Page 51


"Within five days," she said, "as I tried to return to Ar, I was sheltered by an itinerant leather worker, who did not believe, of course, that I was the daughter of Marlenus of Ar. He treated me well the first evening, with gentleness and honor. I was grateful. In the morning, to his laughter, I awakened. His collar was on my throat." She looked at me, angrily. "He then used me well. Do you understand? He forced me to yield to him, I, the daughter of Marlenus of Ar, he only a leather worker. Afterwards he whipped me. He taught me to obey. At night he chained me. He sold me to a salt merchant."
Marauders of Gor     Book 9     Pages 11 - 12


Tor was, as Gorean cities went, a rich, trading city. It was headquarters for thousands of caravan merchants. In it, too, were housed many craftsmen, practicing their industries, carvers, varnishers, table makers, gem cutters, jewelers, carders, dyers of cloth, weavers of rugs, tanners, makers of slippers, toolers of leather, potters, glaziers, makers of cups and kettles, weapon smiths, and many others.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 39


"He did it to me," she said. "He pierced my ears with a saddle needle."
I did not doubt it, in this out-of-the-way place. The operation, usually, of course, is performed by one of the leather workers.
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 138


Once T'Zshal opened his eyes. "Let me die," he begged.
"I thought you once made the march to Klima," I said.
"I did," said T'Zshal.
"March again to Klima," I told him.
The fists of the kennel master clenched. A bit later he slept.
I leaned back from the body of T'Zshal. "You would not qualify as one of the caste of physicians," said a man behind me.
"I myself," said Hassan, "would not admit him to the leather workers."
Tribesmen of Gor     Book 10     Page 263


"Where are odds made on the Kaissa matches?" I asked a small fellow, in the garb of the leather workers. He wore the colors of Tabor on his cap.
Beasts of Gor     Book 12     Page 46


"I would look at this one," said a leather worker, who stopped before the blond, first on the chain.
She shrank back.
"She is a beauty, isn't she?" smiled the slaver. "Open her tunic. See what she has to offer you," he invited.
The leather worker reached toward the girl, but she scrambled back. "Don't touch me!" she cried. The dark-haired girl cried out with pain, dragged by her collar back, too. She fell twisted on her side in the chain.
"I'll scream," warned the blond girl.
The leather worker was quite puzzled. "I do not think I am interested," he said. "Too, this one is a barbarian. She is not broken to the collar."
"Break her to your collar," said the slaver's man.
"I do not want to take the time to break a girl in," he said.
"Wait, kind sir," said the slaver. "Wait! See what delights would await you."
The man hesitated.
"Prodicus!" called the slaver's man.
In a moment the first slaver's man, who had gone to supervise the forty through forty-five platforms, those in the two hundreds, joined his colleague.
The second slaver's man, who carried the whip, which he now uncoiled, unnoticed, I am sure, by the girls, indicated the blond with his head.
The fellow called to the platform scrambled onto it and swiftly knelt the blonde before the slaver's man with the whip and the leather worker. The fellow on the platform then jerked loose the knot at the blonde's right hip, which held the wrap-around tunic closed. "No!" she screamed. He jerked it back, away from her, exposing her. She was very beautiful. It lay behind her, over her chained wrists. He kicked her knees apart. Then he crouched behind her, holding her by the upper arms. She struggled, twisting, on her knees. She began to scream miserably, her head back. She pressed her knees closely together. The slaver's man with the whip angrily leaped to the platform. He kicked her knees open again. She was sobbing and screaming. Men about laughed. "See, Master?" asked the slaver's man with the whip, but the leather worker had gone.
Beasts of Gor     Book 12     Pages 72 - 73


A girl with pierced ears on Gor might as well, for all practical purposes, give up even the slimmest of hopes, should she entertain them, of freedom. What Gorean man, seeing a woman with pierced ears, could treat her as, or accept her as, anything but a slave?
"Please, Master," she said.
"I will have it done in Schendi," I said. Usually a leather worker pierces ears. In Schendi there were many leather workers, usually engaged in the tooling of kailiauk hide, brought from the interior. Such leather, with horn, was one of the major exports of Schendi.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Pages 92 - 93


I could smell, however, tanning fluids and dyes, from the shops and compounds of leather workers.
Much kailiauk leather is processed in Schendi, brought to the port not only from inland but from north and south, from collection points, along the coast.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 109


I looked behind me occasionally, but I saw only the normal occupants and passers-by of the streets of Schendi. I wore the garb now of a leather worker.
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 131


The wallet was cut from my belt. The officer shook out gold pieces and silver tanks into his hand.
"You see?" I asked.
"He arrived in Schendi," said Msaliti, "in the garb of a metal worker. You see him now in the garb of a leather worker." Msaliti smiled. "What metal worker or leather worker," he asked, "carries such funds?"
Explorers of Gor     Book 13     Page 216


Caste membership, for Goreans, is generally a simple matter of birth; it is not connected necessarily with the performance of certain skills, nor the attainment of a given level of proficiency in such skills. To be sure, certain skills tend to be associated traditionally with certain castes, a fact which is clearly indicated in caste titles, such as the Leatherworkers, the Metalworkers, the Singers, and the Peasants.
Fighting Slave of Gor     Book 14     Pages 209 - 210

It is, too, recognized that all, or most, of the castes perform necessary, commendable or useful functions. The Leatherworker, accordingly, does not spend much time envying the Metalworker, or the Metalworker the Leatherworker, or either the Clothworker, and so on. All need sandals and wallets, and clothes, and metal tools. Each does, however, tend to think of his own caste as something special, and, somehow, I suspect, as being perhaps a little bit preferable to the others. Most Goreans are quite content with their castes; this is probably a function of caste pride.
Fighting Slave of Gor     Book 14     Page 211

I heard a woman gasping. I looked down. To one side, on her back on the boards, her knees drawn up, her left ankle roped to her left wrist, her right ankle roped to her right wrist, there lay a slave girl. "Please, Masters," whimpered the girl, looking up. "Touch me, Masters." A fat fellow sat on a small stool. He held a light chain, which was attached to her collar. She had been cruelly aroused, but not satisfied. "Please, Masters," she begged. "A tarsk bit for her use," said the fat fellow. I looked down upon her. Then I heard a tarsk bit thrown into the copper bowl beside her. A leather worker pushed past me, crouching beside the slave. Piteously she lifted her body to him.
. . .
"Look at that disgusting girl," said the second girl, indicating with her head the moaning, writhing slave with the leather worker.
Rogue of Gor     Book 15     Pages 69 - 70


I heard the long, horizontal shutters of a shop being flung upward, over the counter. This opens the shop to the street. It was the shop of a leather worker.
Guardsmen of Gor     Book 16     Page 168


She indicated the mirror, now lying before her, and two beaded rectangles, drawn from her parfleche. This type of headwork is popular in curio shops in certain Gorean cities, far from the perimeter; it may also be fashioned by leather workers into various crafted articles, such as purses, pouches, wallets, belt decorations, envelopes and sheaths. Interestingly this type of article is more popular away from the perimeter than near it. It is not merely that it is more common nearer the perimeter but, I think, that it serves as a reminder, near the perimeter, of the reality and proximity of the red nations, whereas these same nations, or tribes, far from the perimeter tend to be regarded not only as remote but as almost mythical peoples.
Savages of Gor     Book 17     Page 215


To be perfectly honest, however, ear piercing for Gorean slaves is now much more common than it was a few years ago. Perhaps the time will come when the slave will be a rarity who has not felt the two thrusts of the leather-worker's needle.
Blood Brothers of Gor     Book 18     Pages 336 - 337


Irritatingly enough the same street is sometimes known by different names to different people. It is fairly common, for example, for a given street to be commonly known by one name at one end of it and another name at the other end of it, and perhaps by even another name or two, or three, along its length. For example, at one end people might think of it as the street where Vaskon, the leather worker, has his shop, and at the other end people will think of it as the street where Milo the Baker has his pastry shop.
Kajira of Gor     Book 19     Page 318


"A leather worker is coming to the tavern tomorrow, with his kit," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought someone would have told you."
"What?" I asked.
"It is nothing to fear," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"It is done to many slaves," he said.
I looked at him, frightened.
"You have not displeased Hendow?" he asked.
"I do not think so," I said.
"That is what I thought," he said. "Then it is being done merely to improve you, to make you even more desirable."
"Please, Master," I said, "I am a helpless slave. What is to be done to me?"
"Hendow is going to have your ears pierced," he said.
Dancer of Gor     Book 22     Pages 234 - 235


The harness makers are members of the caste of leather workers. The "harness makers" on Gor, provide not just harnesses but an entire line of associated products, such as saddles, bridles, reins, hobblings and tethers. Presumably the harness makers on this street would not have dealt in slave harnesses.
Magicians of Gor     Book 25     Page 109


The man with the fellow who had returned to the terrace was, as I would later learn to recognize at a glance by his garb, a member of the leather workers. In many of the Gorean cities there is a caste structure which is significant not only socially but politically. The leather workers are a "low caste."
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 225


The leather worker put his tiny kit of tools down beside me, and, undoing a string, opened it, and spread it out.
"Kneel her," he said.
A fellow seized me my the hair and pulled me up, painfully, to a kneeling position.
"Spread your knees," he said.
I obeyed.
"Hold her head," said the leather worker to the fellow who had knelt me.
He crouched behind me and fastened his hands in my hair, tightly. I could not move my head in the slightest without great pain. It hurt even as he held me. "Take her arms, you, and you," said the leather worker to two other fellows. "Hold her down, on her knees." The two fellows addressed them, one on each side of me, seized an arm. I was then held in place, bound hand and foot, down, on my knees, one man holding my head, by the hair, another holding my left arm, and another my right. Their grips were tight. I had little doubt that marks would be left on my arms. To me, of course, these precautions seemed not only unnecessary, but excessive. I did not much fear having my ears pierced. I gathered, however, that on this world many women might. Perhaps they would shriek and struggle, however futilely. I began to sense then, even more, how momentous ear piercing was on this world. This made me uneasy. If I had truly understood the meaning of ear piercing on this world perhaps I, too, I supposed, might have regarded it with horror, and striven to resist, however meaninglessly, however stupidly, however unavailingly and ineffectually. But I doubted it. As a slave it seemed to me fitting that my ears would be pierced, and that men would do with me as they wished. It was not lost on me, of course, that I was knelt. This was to make it clear, I gathered, that ear piercing was something that was done only to slaves. Too, the fellow who had pulled me up to my knees had told me to spread my knees. Thus, I would be kneeling as a certain sort of slave, when this was done to me. I would thus, I suppose, associate these two things, my ear piercing and the sort of slave I was.
I saw the leather worker with a bright, long needle.
I felt my left ear lobe drawn downward, taut. It was then pierced. There must have been a drop of blood, as the worker rubbed the ear with his thumb. He then inserted a tiny object, like a droplet with a steel pin, though the wound and, on the other side of the ear lobe, snapped on a tiny disk. These operations were then, with suitable adjustments, repeated with respect to the right ear lobe, even to the wiping away of what must have been another drop of blood. I was then released and allowed to lie on my back. The leather worker was then wiping his needle and returning it to his kit, which he then did up, as it had been.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Pages 227 - 228


In any event, it would seem to me that the Peasants is surely one of, if not the, most significant of the castes of this world. So much depends upon them! Too, I am sure they do not regard themselves as being the lowest of the castes. In fact, I doubt that any caste regards itself as being the lowest of the castes. It would seem somewhat unlikely that any caste would be likely to accept that distinction. Perhaps many castes regard themselves as equivalent, or at least, as each being the best in diverse ways. For example, the Leather Workers would presumably be better at working leather than the Metal Workers, and the Metal Workers would presumably be better at working metal than the Leather Workers, and so on. One needs, or wants, it seems, all castes.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 245


"I think I shall summon the leather worker," said the pit master.
"Master?" said one of the women, frightened.
"That the ears of all of you may be pierced, that adornments may be hung from them."
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 288


If there were Priest-Kings, I wondered if they knew about the caste of Initiates. Perhaps they would regard them as a joke. Why would the Priest-Kings, I wondered, if they really required intermediaries, and were unable to deal directly with men, and, indeed, if there was any point in them dealing with men at all, have chosen to achieve this end with so eccentric and improbably a caste? Why would they not have chosen some other caste, say, the Metal Workers or the Leather Workers, as intermediaries? Those casts, at least, seemed to be populated with men. The leather workers were excellent at piercing our ears, for example, the metal workers at fitting shackles to fair limbs.
Witness of Gor     Book 26     Page 424


How that would have pleased me, your anger, your hatred, your misery, your frustration, your suffering, until, of course, eventually, perhaps years from now, in the arms of some master, a leather worker, a peasant, a sleen-breeder, your last psychological defenses would shatter and your womanhood, released, would cry out and claim you, reducing you to the welcomed, surrendered abject glory that is the right of your sex.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 200


"This message," said Portus, "is to be carried to Bonto, the Cobbler, of the Leather Workers, in Hesius Street. You have been there, you know the place."
"Yes, Master," said Ellen.
"It is an order for work sandals, for the men, with their sizes, and such," said Portus Canio. He then went through the barn area, and the inner rooms, until he reached the interior door, which he opened. Ellen followed him. "Be on your way," he said.
"Yes, Master," said Ellen.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Pages 310 - 311


The message capsule which had held the sandal order for Bonto of the Leather Workers, tied to her collar, hung to one side.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 313


I also dealt with leather workers at the plaza of training. What I needed from them were adjustable stirrups. In long flights one might use the common stirrups, for one's ease of riding. On the other hand, if one were to use the bow, it was better for the stirrups to be shortened, so one could easily rise in the stirrups, if one wished, for firing over the head of the bird, over its wings, and so on.
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 285

There was, for example, from the signs, a wainwright's shop, mostly for repair, I supposed, a Leather Worker's shop, probably for harnesses and traces, a Metal Worker's shop, probably mostly to furnish wagoner's hardware, and such.
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Page 69


Whereas all natural societies are characterized by rank, distance, and hierarchy, acknowledged or not, I think there is no Gorean caste, from the highest to the lowest, which does not regard itself as the equal or superior, in one way or another, to that of every other. Where would society be without the Builders, the Merchants, the Metal Workers, the Cloth Workers, the Wood Workers, the Leather Workers, the Peasant, with the great bow, the ox on whom the Home Stone rests?
Mariners of Gor     Book 30     Pages 365 - 366


"But," said Eve, "if we are of low caste, of the Metal Workers, the Cloth Workers, the Workers in Wood, the Leather Workers, the Bakers, the Tarnsters, or such, we would have to be placed lower at the tables."
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 26


I next approached a fellow of the Leather Workers, or so I supposed, for he had several loops of harness slung about his shoulders. I barely noticed that several of harnesses slung about his shoulders were slave harness, a form of ingenious harnessing in which a slave might be variously, pleasingly, constrained and exhibited. In such fastenings, easily and conveniently applied, attractive and adjustable, a slave is well apprised of her bondage as would be any who might care to look upon her.
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Pages 210 - 211


But, a moment later, a Leather Worker, passing by in the street outside, was in the mouth of the alley. He, apparently curious, was looking after the two running fellows. He then looked into the alley, saw me, and, a little later, my ankles had been freed. I looked at him, wildly, piteously, over the gag. I made muffled noises, begging that the gag be removed. But he left it in place. "I wonder why they ran," he said. Then he said, "You are pretty." His hands were on my ankles. I shook my head, wildly, negatively. And then he made use of me. For a time I squirmed, in protest but then, after a bit, a slave, overcome, mastered, submitted, I threw back my head, helpless and lost, in a grateful bliss I was unable to resist, a bliss I only hoped would be prolonged. When he was finished with me he removed my gag but placed his finger across my lips, that I would not speak. He then drew a copper tarsk-bit from his pouch and placed it in my mouth. I could not then well speak, for the coin in my mouth. "That is for your master," he said. He then stood up. "I wager those two," he said, looking down the alley, "did not even pay." I made clear to him, with small sounds, kneeling before him, that I wished to speak. He put out his hand and I dropped the coin from my mouth into his palm, "They did not make use of me," I said. "I was robbed." "No wonder they ran," he said. "But do not concern yourself. No one would entrust anything of value to a slave." "May I go, Master?" I asked. "You are a hot little pudding," he said. "I cannot help myself," I said. "I could not resist." "A barbarian, too," he said. "I heard that they were all inert." "Inertness is not permitted to us," I said. "We are in collars." "I have heard, too," he said, "that they are disgusting creatures, helpless, marvelous slaves, who will pant, beg, and crawl for it." "We are women," I said. "Slaves," he said. "Yes, Master," I said, "slaves." "What do you cost?" he asked . "Apparently only a tarsk-bit," I said. "Do not be bitter," he said. "May I go?" I asked. "The ruffians bruised you," he said. "You must be in pain." "May I go?" I asked. "Please, Master." "Open your mouth," he said. He then replaced the coin in my mouth. "Remember," he said. "That is for your master."
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Pages 622 - 623


The leader, who was also blond, with long braided hair, in two plaits, dangling to the small of her back, was the largest of the four women. Her ornaments were the gaudiest, and most abundant, her mottled skins, which would blend well with a background of bark and shadows, seemed the finest and loveliest of the four; they were light, well-worked, form-fitting, smooth, and supple, and might have won the grudging approval of an examining fellow of the caste of leather workers.
Smugglers of Gor     Book 32     Page 276


Her master's name, she had informed me, some days past, was Camillus. We had frequently met at the Teiban market, shopping. Her master had a shop on Emerald, which dealt largely with harnessing, harnessing for tharlarion, for kaiila, for slaves. There are many variations, incidentally, in slave harnessing. I think I may have mentioned that slaves often draw small carts, for their masters, commonly peddlers, and that some free women utilize female slaves to draw their carriages. Too female slaves are sometimes harnessed to, or chained to, poles, by means of which they carry their mistress's palanquin. Similarly, male slaves are occasionally used as draft beasts for purposes of heavier haulage. Much harnessing for slaves, of course, is primarily concerned with restraint, for fastening, say, to poles, stanchions, slave rings, and such. There is a particularly rich assortment of restraint harnessings designed for female slaves, most notably display harnessings. Twice I had seen Lita on her leash, attractively, and helplessly, harnessed, preceding he whom I supposed was her master. On her back was a sign which, I supposed, must advertise his goods and shop. Seeing her so, of course, I dared not speak to her. Once she saw me, and smiled. She was rather proud of her harnessing. Certainly it set her off, nicely. Such arrangements usually have, as well, the capacity to keep a slave in place, for example, to fasten her to a stanchion, say, by her tethered wrists behind her back, or to render her, for most practical purposes, incapable of movement, fastening her hand and foot. Such changes are easily brought about with a few simple adjustments, a few snaps or bucklings. In a lovely variation of such harnessing, the slave is knelt, with her hands fastened before her body, close to her waist, by the waist belt, and then, behind her back, by short, stout straps run from the waist belt, and ankle cuffs, she is held on her knees.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Pages 198 - 199


Clearly Paula had never seen a Kur before, or anything Kurlike. I had, of course, months ago, seen the beast, whom I had later learned was Lord Grendel, on Emerald, when I was in the company of Lita, my friend, the slave of Camillus, the Leather Worker.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 375


there was a leather worker's shop and a cloth worker's shop, some weavers in view, at their looms, and two metal worker's shops.
Quarry of Gor     Book 35     Page 139



































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