First Girl or First Slave
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She did not wear the brief work tunic of the other girls. I gathered she was high girl in the camp and that I, and the other girls, would have to obey her. It is not uncommon, where several girls are concerned, to put a woman over them.
Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 267
A switch was put in the hands of Eta. She stood over me. I put down my head. She did not strike me. I looked up at her. I realized then that she was first girl in the camp, and that I must obey her, that she had been empowered to set me tasks and duties. Suddenly I feared her.
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Now I realized I must, without question, take slave instructions from her and discharge swiftly and well whatever menial duties she might place upon me. . . . I had little doubt she would use the switch, and richly, upon me, did I not work well. . . . She could command me. She held the switch. I would obey. She was first girl.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 66
Slave girls compete for the attentions of masters. Each strives to be more pleasing to them than the other. The quality of a slave girl's life is commonly a direct function of her pleasingness to her master.
Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 131
When more than one slave girl stands in a relationship of slave girls, as when they serve in the same shop or house, or adorn the same rich man's pleasure gardens, it is common for the master, or masters, to appoint a "first girl." Her authority is then to the other girls as is that of the master. This tends to reduce squabbling. The first girl is usually, though not always, the favorite of the master. There is usually much competition to be first girl. First girls can be cruel and petty but commonly, they attempt to govern with intelligence and justice. They know that another girl, at the master's whim, may become first girl, and that they themselves may then be under her almost absolute power.
Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 77
The suspension of brush-and-comb privileges is also used, upon occasion, by the first girls as a disciplinary measure, within the coffle. Other disciplinary measures practiced among girls themselves involve such things as bonds, the control of rations and switchings. Girls, thus, under the control of first girls, reporting to the masters, commonly keep a good order among themselves. All, of course, including the first girls, are in all things subject, ultimately, to the total authority of the master.
Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 231
. . . in a group of female slaves, for example, in a pleasure gardens, a fortress or a tavern, there will usually be a girl appointed First Girl. Indeed, if there is a large number of slaves, there are sometimes hierarchies of "first girls," lower-level first girls reporting to higher-level first girls, and so on. The lower-level slaves will commonly address their first girl as "Mistress."
Magicians of Gor Book 25 Page 123
Tutina's blond hair was bound back with a woolen ribbon, or fillet, which went completely about the head, across the brow, and was knotted behind the back of the head, two ends then dangling downward, each about six inches in length. It was a talmit, indicating some authority among slaves, rather as "first girl." In her right hand she carried a long switch.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 67
Too, Tutina now held authority over her. Tutina wore the talmit, and was to her and, indeed, to several others, it seemed, "first girl." And that authority was exercised over her charges, and particularly over her, it seemed, with a malicious pleasure. She, as the others, had learned to fear her switch.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 79
"Who is first girl?" asked the man.
"We have lost two slaves, to tarnsmen, Master," said blond-haired, blue-eyed Ina. "We could not return to the interior of the cylinder. The hatch had been secured from within. Nelsa and Laura, slaves of the house. Of those upon the roof, Laura was first girl."
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 163
The guard turned to his left. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Ina," said Ina.
"You are first girl on the roof," he said. "The work-master can arrange matters differently later, as he might please."
"Yes, Master," she said.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 165
It is common to set a first girl over others, to see that work is done, to see that discipline is kept, and such. Whereas this is not always done, it is sometimes done even when two slaves leave the house, as on an errand, one then being designated as "first girl." In this way authority is clearly defined. Goreans like this. And woe to the other girl if she should gainsay the first, prove troublesome or be in any way displeasing. Goreans, you see, tend to be great believers in rank, distance and hierarchy. These things stabilize society.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 167
"Insolent slave!" said the woman. "I shall order you beaten!"
"Not unless you have the talmit, or the switch, or unless you are first girl," said Ellen, angrily.
Prize of Gor Book 27 Page 467
"Is she First Girl, Master?" asked Cecily, angrily.
"No," I said. "If she were I would have you at her feet."
"Hear that?" asked Cecily, angrily, of the other girl.
"Stir the soup," snapped the other girl.
"Do not quarrel," said Pertinax, affably.
Masters seldom interfere in the squabbles of slaves.
Swordsmen of Gor Book 29 Page 44
Suddenly the door had been unbolted from the outside, and Tela, first girl, entered. All of us in the small room immediately, went to our knees, and put our heads to the floor, the palms of our hands on the floor beside our heads.
"I am frightened," said Tela. "something is wrong."
We dared not change position, as we had not received permission to do so.
"Be as you would," said Tela.
We looked up.
Usually Tela's switch dangled from her wrist.
It was not there now.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 56
"Who is first girl?" asked the man.
"I am," said Tela "if it pleases Master." She was trembling.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 58
Had there been a "first girl," I might have assisted her in her tasks, done much of her work, flattered her, cultivated her, petitioned her, and so on, but there was no first girl. The nearest thing to a first girl was Marcella, who did not care for me, and was the favorite of the kitchen master.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 151
She had tied a narrow folded strip of cloth about her head, to hold back her hair and keep sweat from her eyes. This could be interpreted as a talmit, which is a common sign of a first girl, the girl in charge of other female slaves, who usually reports directly to a master. First girls are common when there are many slaves in a group or household. They keep the other girls in order, assign tasks, settle disputes, and such. Many masters, if several girls are involved, do not care to involve themselves in such matters. It is enough for him to issue instructions to the first girl, usually in the morning, as she kneels before him, and she, according to her lights and biases, her choices and favorites, sees to their implementation. In a house containing a hundred or more slaves, there may be more than one first girl, there being various groups of slaves, and these first girls, in turn, will report to the first girl of first girls, so to speak. She in turn, of course, reports to the master, or the master's representative. In such a household the lower first girls will wear a talmit of one color, and the high girl, or first girl of first girls, she who reports to the master or his representative, the kajira sana, will wear one of a different color. The colors depend on the customs of cities, the whims of particular masters, and such. In any event, Jane, who was not first girl, as we had no first girl, had seemingly, without permission, arrogated to herself a talmit, commonly understood as a badge of authority. I had no doubt this was done in all innocence, and I am sure Astrinax himself thought it to have been done in all innocence, as well, but, still, it had been done, and the prestige of the talmit was deemed to have been compromised. Certainly Jane and Eve and myself, who, to our misery, were forced to be present at the lashing, had had well impressed upon us the significance of the talmit. One lives in terror of it. She who wears the talmit is as Mistress to the other slaves, who will address her as Mistress. Slaves often live in terror of the first girl, speak deferently to her, kneel to her, and such. As is often the case, as with free women, we hope that men, given our beauty and sex, will protect us. Jane, like Eve, it seemed to me, should have known better. It is easy enough to knot a cloth about one's neck and use it to wipe away sweat, and men , for some reason, seem to find sweat-wet hair, loose about a kajira's features, attractive. Are they not lovely, even when hot and working?
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Pages 399 - 400
"Who is first girl?" she asked.
"You, Mistress," we said.
Nora then held the switch to our lips, those of Jane, Eve, and Allison. We all kissed it, with deference.
Nora wore the talmit. She was first girl.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 460
One expects a first girl to have her favorites, and those she least favors, but, I think, it was clear to all that for some reason I was very much in our first girl's disfavor, and indeed, unusually so.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 466
I went to my knees before her, as was appropriate, for she was first girl.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 467
I knew that Chloe was not happy that our first girl should be a barbarian. Indeed, I had gathered, from remarks by our Gorean chain sisters in the quarters, that such an appointment was rare.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 507
"You may not carry such things from here, Master," she said.
"Who has said so?" he asked.
"Pausanias, master of the Wagons," she said.
"I herewith countermand his order," said he.
"I fear to report Master," she said.
"You are first girl?" he asked. Surely he knew that, from the talmit, from the switch on her right wrist.
"Yes, Master," she said.
He put down the sheets, and strode to her. She cowered back.
"Talmit!" he said.
She reached behind her head and undid the talmit, and handed it to him. He cast it to the floor.
"Camisk off!" he said.
"Master?" she said.
"Now," he said. Then he said, "Switch."
He then looked down upon her, as she now was, the switch in his hand.
"Please, no, Master!" she said.
I then saw the proud Nora under the switch. In a moment she was only a cringing, beaten slave, no different from others.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Pages 507 - 508
It pleased me, somehow, that Nora, so proud, severe, and magisterial with us, so imperious and exacting a first girl, was no more than a cringing slave before Desmond of Harfax.
Conspirators of Gor Book 31 Page 528
"Will there be an overseer?" I wondered.
"Of course," said Tajima, "but it will probably be a First Girl."
"I see," I said.
"Do not fear," he said. "She will have a switch."
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Page 320
Pertinax had made it clear to Saru that Jane was "first girl," and so, naturally, Saru addressed her as "Mistress." "I am second, Master," Saru had said to Pertinax. "So, as I am the lesser slave, the inferior slave, I must try harder, so much harder, to please my master!" "And your mistress," said Pertinax. "Yes, Master, said Saru. "And keep your head down," said Pertinax.
"Yes, Master," she said. "Forgive me, Master."
Pertinax put his hand to the side of her face, and she twisted her head, pressing her lips, quickly, almost furtively, on his wrist. "I am yours," she whispered. "I love you, my Master!"
"Avert your eyes," said Pertinax.
"Yes, Master," she said.
"Beware, slave," said Jane "for I have whip rights over you."
"Yes, Mistress," said Saru. "Forgive me, Mistress."
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Page 421
I gathered from her position on the tandem leash that she was first girl.
Rebels of Gor Book 33 Page 630
Shortly thereafter the switch slave, a large, strong woman, similarly camisked, arrived, her switch in hand. About her forehead was bound a broad, yellow fillet, from the wool of the bounding hurt. This held back her hair, of course, but its significance, in her case, was considerable. It was a talmit, indicative of rank. She was first girl in the mill yard.
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"Ai!" I cried, struck by the switch of the first girl, on the back of the thighs, four times, below the narrow, tiny camisk. "Do not malinger, barbarian," she said. "Feel my switch, you laggard! Others are not to do your work."
"Keep thrusting, barbarian," snapped the first girl.
"Yes, Mistress!" I exclaimed.
I slumped at the pole, suddenly, suspended by my chained wrists.
"Mistress!" cried the girl to my left, alarmed. "The barbarian is ill, she is stricken, she has fainted!" Instantly my chain sisters stopped turning the mill.
I lay, seemingly unconscious in my chains.
I opened my eyes, and, to my uneasiness, found myself looking up, into the eyes of the first girl.
"Release her," she snapped to the girl to my left, who was holding me, which command was instantly obeyed. I then gasped, as though in pain, and, momentarily, hung again in the manacles, my body partly on the ground, my wrists up, a foot or so from the pole. Then, as though with great effort, my head down, I struggled to a kneeling position, and knelt behind and below the pole, my wrists raised, on either side of my head, held in the manacles.
"How brave she is," marveled one of my chain sisters.
"Yes," said another, "and she only a barbarian, as well."
"Fraud! Slackard! Inferior actress!" said the first girl.
I fear my eyes opened widely then, in alarm.
"Have mercy on her, noble Mistress," said the flute girl. "Can you not see she is spent? Pity her, lest she perish at the pole!"
"If she perishes at the pole," said the first girl, "it will be my doing!"
The switch then rained down upon my back, and legs, and neck, and I scrambled to my feet, sobbing, seizing the pole.
"Please stop, Mistress!" I begged.
But the switch continued to strike, and I clutched the pole in misery.
"Faker, faker!" said the first girl, and then she desisted in her work.
Her arm, I supposed, was sore or weary.
I was shuddering at the pole.
"What occurs?" said the miller's man, returning to the mill, a bota in hand, presumably filled with water.
"Little, Master," said the first girl. "This slacking slave does not even know how to faint."
"She is on her feet," observed the miller's man.
"And eager to work, Master!" said the first girl.
"I was tricked?" said the miller's man.
"It may be so," said the first girl.
"I was tricked!" he said.
"It may be so, Master," said the first girl.
"I do not care to be tricked," he said.
"Many were tricked, Master," she said.
"But not you," he said.
"I know such slaves," she said.
"She has been punished?" he asked.
"I conjecture well enough," said the first girl.
I, clinging to the pole, sobbed, my protesting body raging with pain.
"You will work to dusk," said the miller's man, "and then an extra Ahn." Then he turned to the flute girl. "To your station," he said.
She hurried to her platform, and, a moment later, we heard the flute emit its first notes.
"Pick up the tempo," said the miller's man.
We thrust our weights against the poles.
"Just wait until we get you tonight," said the girl to my left.
"Yes," said a girl behind me.
"Stinking barbarian," said another.
"Be silent," said the first girl.
I lay, chained, in the slave kennel, on my belly.
The first girl was at my side, rubbing ointment into my back, slowly, with firm, circular motions. A small tharlarion-oil lamp was beside her.
"You are a very stupid slave," she said.
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"Doubtless you thought you were clever," she said.
"It seems I was not," I said.
"It seems," she said, "that the attentions I accorded you were not the only attentions to which you were subjected."
"No, Mistress," I said.
Before we were chained in the kennel I had been well belabored by several of my pole mates.
Slaves often participate in keeping their own order, punishing malefactors.
"That is enough," said the first girl, putting aside the ointment, and wiping her hands.
"Thank you, Mistress," I said. "Mistress is kind."
We slaves who served were decorously gowned, though our arms were bare. We wore white, woolen gowns, which descended to our ankles. our necklines were shallow, and nothing that might distress a free woman. We had washed thoroughly, our bodies and hair, and our hair was bound back, tightly, with filets of white wool. Our feet were bare.
The first girl amongst us was Selena,
In the meantime I was kept busy in the court, cleaning, scrubbing, laundering, assisting in the kitchen, and serving at the common meals. The first girl was stern, but fair. She played no favorites. That I was a barbarian did not adversely affect my treatment, as it might easily have done in many situations. I was grateful to her.
"You two," said the first girl, "go to the salt market, at the east gate, to the vendor, Porus, and return with a stone of salt."
"As we are, in the black collar?" asked the other girl.
"I will have it so," said the first girl. "Here is the sack. When it is filled, have its contents weighed carefully."
"Stop staring at the handsome master," hissed the first girl. "He is not for you! See what he has chained behind his couch! That is the sort of slave he can command! Why would such a man want one such as you? Now, serve, serve, lazy slut!"
"Yes, Mistress!" I said, and hurried again, amongst the tables.
"Oh!" I cried, suddenly, stung sharply across the calves by the first girl's switch.
"Oh!" cried Paula, startled, in sympathy. We had not noted the arrival of the first girl.
"Lazy girl!" said the first girl. "To the kitchen, the kitchen!"
"Yes, Mistress," I cried, and leapt up, and hurried toward the kitchen, running, trying to escape the repeated, stinging blows of the angry, pursuing first girl.