Char was rped on AOL Gor between '01 and '07 under the names of xjarax, gtsslaveellen, Rims jade, V Temptation G, and His jade. Many thanks to the muns who helped teach both she and I during that time, and contributed to the depth and richness of her Char Development and Story Line.
A narrative continuation of her life upon Gor is contained in a private journal on aol. If you wish access, just ask.
I am haunted by my past. I know each collar erases the past. I know, it doesn't matter who I was, or whose I was. It doesn't matter what I used to wear, or the rich adornments that once decorated me. It doesn't matter that I was once a good slave, and once the worst. It doesn't matter, that I loved him. I know what it is to lick gruel off the cold stone floor. I know what it is to be whipped. I know what it is to be belted. I know what it is to have your first use auctioned off. I know what it is to love with your entire being and then some. I know what it is to be crushed, to wither, to nearly die. I know what it is to be one of many. I know what it is to be ignored. I know what it is to be held in deep bondage. I know what it is, to be fully slave. I know how the blood pounds through you hearing "Kajira canjellne." I know the strongest bonds, are not the ones seen. But, there is still, so much I do not know. And still, the memories haunt me, for you see, I remember it all.
Printed in the Gorean Chronicle 3.31.07
Manumission Papers
On this day, 1/02/07, the slave known as
His Jade
is hereby granted her freedom by the
removal of my collar and any claim I,
Daymon Voltis, previously held over her.
Jade Voltis (Robed Voltis) is now a free woman of Gor
and deserving of all rights and freedoms such status
offers her, along with my protection.
3/30/07
The brunette barbarian is now dressed in two strips of golden silk, one worn low upon the hip, the other twisted and tied, to exhibit her assets, chosen by the one who knows her best. Adorned with a silver armband for her left arm. Intricately made, her name resting between a sleen head and a talendar. Now she bears her Master's personal brand, one that matches the inking upon his chest. And one more personal touch, a charm with the initials D.V. hanging from it..
Daymon of Gor, once an enslaved beast, met his chain sister upon the deck of The Merchant Rim Quien's ship. They were nearly inseperable. She teased him without mercy. Master Rim warned her to be careful, there was once a story of a man in Gor, who had been enslaved, and a girl who teased him. He was freed and she was given to him. It was almost as if he knew. Daymon made a promise to her, before she was sold to the Beast of Torvald. The promise was kept the day he refused to let her go back to the furs of any other man. Once he was freed, he found her, offering to fight or pay the man for what was his. He calls her "Mine" and she is the only slave to ever sleep in his furs. Until the day another Jarl issued the challenge. Once more parted, he would wait, and watch, until one day he found her, whispering the words, "I have been without you long enough, my jade." On that day, he took what he wanted. And she is his, again. The slave he calls, "mine."
Lesson's Learned:
From (Daymon) My Chainbrother and then Master
"Men respected free women; they desired, fought for, sought and relished their female slaves." Page 150 - Tribesmen of Gor
"She fell to kissing me, with the lascivious, wanton joy of the slave girl, given no choice but to reveal and liberate, and act upon, completely and with perfection, her deepest, most hidden desires, even though she might in misery, scorn herself for possessing them." Page 296 - Marauders of Gor
"Most female slaves," said Hassan, "walk very proudly. They are proud of their slavery, and their mastery by men. They have learned their womanhood. It has been taught to them. In their way, though imbonded, totally, I suppose they are the truest and freest of women. They are closest, perhaps, to the essentials of the female, those of subservience to the masculine will, obedience, service and pleasure. In being most themselves, utter slave, they are most free. Given the proper master they are quite content. In the proper collar a woman is serene, and joyful." Page 332 - 333 - Tribesmen of Gor
"It is easy to tell among girls which are familiar with their condition and which are not. Once a girl truly understands that she is a slave, and there is no escape for her, once she understands it truly, emotionally, categorically, intellectually, physiologically, totally, deeply, profoundly, in every cell in her beautiful body, a fantastic transformation occurs in her. She then knows she is truly a slave. She then becomes wild and free, and sexual, and cares not that she might be scorned by the free either for her miserable condition or helpless appetites; she knows she will be what she must; she has no choice; she is slave.
Women, in their heart, long to submit; this is necessary for the slave girl; she must submit or die; submitted, she is thrilled to the core; she lives then for love and service, bound to the will of her master. The joy of the slave girl may seem incomprehensible to the free but it is a reality." Page 55 - Beasts of Gor
"Kajira canjellne" were the words that would change her life that morning in the Hotsprings. A beast, property, chattel, exchanged hands as her Master and the Jarl fought. It was a good fight, and nearly even, but the Jarl's size proved to his advantage. Again the words were uttered by her one time chain brother Daymon, as he took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his, as he asked quietly, "Do you remember the promise, I once made, girl?" The barbarian was owned by a Jarl, who had a companion, and children. The woman even told her what they ate. Raw steak! From paga girl to nanny was a stretch, no man, had ever wanted her for these reasons. He sent her away one night and she never saw him again.
Lesson's Learned
From My Jarl (Vanir Gage, Beast of Torvald)
"I wanted to be many women to him, and yet the same, always Elinor. A man is a strange beast I think, for he both desires one woman and many women, and perhaps most he desires one woman who will be many women, others, delicious others, and yet always, too, herself." Page 352 - Captive of Gor
"And, interestingly enough, I was not discontented. I could have wishes, I suppose, for lesser men, but I did not really want lesser men. I wanted the mightiest men, the most powerful men, the most glorious men, the most ferocious, grandest men. I did not want men who were like me, I wanted men who where like men, men in whose arms, ravished, loving, crying out, overwhelmed, mastered, I could be myself, and find myself. I wanted such men, and knew in my heart that I belonged to them. I wanted a man who was greater than I, and incomparably so, one whom I must, in the order of nature obey, one to whom I must look up. and I did not care if it was from my knees, black with dust, a collar on my neck, naked, that I looked up to his glory." Page 91 - Dancer of Gor
Vanir Gage, A Jarl of Torvaldsland, had bought what he wanted,
A barbarian with a past. He took her at her worst, and rebuilt her day by day, into his temptation.
He hammered the steel around her neck
Giving her a new life, an unwritten chapter, a fresh start
He gave her no choice in what she was
And for the first time, in a long time, she yearned to be found
Pleasing, worthy, fit to be His.
She was well owned by Vanir Gage, Administrator of Harfax
He has explored every hort of her, He has caressed her soul, and held her heart.
He will always be, Her Jarl. Some men, you love deeply, some you love, because you serve them. I loved without reserve, with all that I am, but it was not enough.
Lesson's Learned
From Master (Rim)
"It is almost impossible for a girl to keep her thoughts or feelings from her master. He knows her too well. Most girls are extremely responsive to their masters, and love them deeply, with that incredible love which can be known only by an enslaved woman, that love which a woman can accord only to a man who is her total master. Yet I would be remiss did I not mention that even the most vital, animate slave, delightedly conversing with her master, knows that at a mere snap of his fingers she may have to tear aside her garments and serve him as a chain slut. She is owned. Too, many slave girls are kept by men who are harsh and cold to them, who despise them as mere slaves. These girls, too, of course, must obey. They, too, of course, must perform perfectly for their masters." Page 99 - Fighting Slave of Gor
"I looked down upon her. "You are a wanton slave," I said. She looked up at me laughing, "A girl in a collar is not permitted inhibitions," she said. It was true, slave girls must reveal their sexual nature, totally. Do they not do so , they are beaten." Page 278 - Marauders of Gor
I was The Merchant, Rim Quien's, long before I ever wore his collar. He was the inspiration of my dances. He was the one who taught me, what it was to become "La Kajira." He was the One Master, more than any other, who took the time to train me, speak with me, know me during the two months I was belted in the Paga den.. Although he did not win my raffle, he said there would be hundreds of nights to follow, and there were. It started as a tarn ride, it ended on his ship, a bag of coins left for a girl who would never be missed. Master Tev had taken me from the peasants, now Master Rim took me, and left a hefty payment. My wrists were bound in yellow cord, as I knelt upon a scarlet rug, listening to a litany that made me his. He placed a collar of two silver strands and one gold, a finely etched medallion of a rising tarn clutching a pair of bosk horns, which made me, his personal kajira - Rim Quien, Merchant and Thassa Rider. I loved him, with all that I was, and it showed in everything I did, until the end. And one day, there was nothing left, no more to give. A deep dark numbness had settled upon my soul. One day, I was no longer fit to be at his feet, and he gave me away. To be the Luck Girl of the Thassa Storm, Captained by Thurnock. How the mighty have fallen. Once a red hot paga slave, with deep passions, to a girl that anyone could have on board the ship. How he must have hated me. The wise Fisherman, Roo, knew, I was simply heartbroken. But there was one bright thing, that came of it. During that time, I met my chain brother, daymon.
Lessons Learned:
From Master (Tev)
"On Gor," she said, "I have experienced feelings and sensations I never knew could exist. Inhibitions have been shattered, some of them commanded from me by strong men and the blows of the whip, I have learned to live and to feel. My emotions have been freed. My deepest sexuality and nature have on this world at last been fully liberated. I have found myself. I love and I serve. I now know at last what and who I am, a love slave for uncompromising masters." Page 18 - Rogue of Gor
"Freedom permits a woman to live without a man. Slavery makes a woman need a mans touch... Slavery, of course, is the surest path by means of which a woman can discover her femininity. The paradox of the collar is the freedom which a woman experiences in at last finding herself, and becoming herself." Page 160 - Magicians of Gor
I am an Attorney working for one of the largest firms in the Midwest. At least I was. Now Pro Bono has a whole new meaning. The dreams came, a handsome man, a necklace, a bad smell, a long sleep. Beautiful women were calling ME "Barbarian". The same little sl*ts who hurled themselves at the feet of men! I was branded with a Kef, thrown into a cage and sold from the side block at auction. They jeered my short dark hair and pierced ears, calling me "Side block girl." The salacious beauties with their fiery manes went for silver...I went for a single copper to a peasant, literally. The Oaf bought me to plow his fields. I did manual labor and passed out in the fields. Master and Mistress got fed up, and she forced him to put a box around my neck and go out and earn money. They never explained how..
I walked and walked following a river and one day found myself resting against the outside wall of a Paga tavern in Ragner's Hamlet, where my fate all changed. Collared by Tev Stratton of TheGoreanTavern in Ragner's Hamlet. I thought he was helping me to go home, you see a terrible mistake has been made. I was Jade Miller, Esq. I called the man an Oaf! I called Sirus, Skippy. I knew I was having a delayed Alice in Wonderland moment. And we sure weren't in Kansas anymore. Now I have licked gruel off the floor and have felt the whip. For the first time, wealth, power and intelligence don't seem to be working for me. I can't find anyone to bribe. Master Tev says, I can never go home, and people will think I am insane if I talk about it I said, I will never lose hope. I was renamed ellen, (GTs ellen), my first use was auctioned off, and for four months, I learned to be a paga girl. The hard way.
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