A Work in Progress

"The strongest chains, you see, are not those of iron, nor the strongest bonds those of steel. How frail are such things compared to the chains of desire, the bonds of need!" Witness of Gor Page 306



A slave's past no longer exists once she becomes enslaved. Yet her history makes her who she is, the collar makes her who she will be.

This one was born to parents who shunned Gorean society; the reasons were never explained to her. At the edge of the northern forest is where she grew up; in a small hut with her parents and her sister Cliodhna. Living such a life, from an early age, she and Clio had been prepared for the eventuality of a raid. Packs were prepared with things they would need should the need to flee into the forest arise. When that day came, her father had not returned from a hunting trip, her mother remained behind to deter the attackers as much as possible and she and Clio, in the middle of the night, fled deep into the forests, running and searching for the meeting place her father had set up so many years ago.

We never reached it, or at least this one never reached it. Clio is still out there to the best of her knowledge, it was this one who fell captive to Jarl Drengr of the Iron Walls that fateful night.

A slave's life is never easy. And though the girl's parents never owned any slaves of their own, she was born on Gor unlike her beautiful heart~chain, and the Gorean principles were well rooted in her soul. It is not so difficult to adjust to being under the will of Man, because she was raised this way. she was raised to live on the land and survive, but she was always reminded that Gor is a Man's world, and as such she would ultimately be subjected to the will of Man, no matter her role in or as the case was, out of society.

As Outlaws, this one had daily chores, it did not matter that she was "Free", she cleaned out the vulo coup, scrubbed floors, cooked and mended, sharing all the chores with her sister. she finds it easy to slip back into the role of helping to keep a home.

It is not even so difficult to bring mead to the Jarl or those visiting. she enjoys the evenings when she can bring food and drink to the Free, to be in Their company gathered about the roaring hearth in Jarl's Lodge.

No, these things are not what makes a slave's life not easy.

It is the exposure... the vulnerability...

This is what makes this slave's life not easy.