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TopCover Overview

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English Paperback Covers

Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - First Printing - 1977   Slave Girl of Gor - Universal-Tandem Edition - Second Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Thirteenth Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Edition - First Printing - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Ultimate Edition - 2013  

English eBook Covers

Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - First Printing - 2001   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - Second Printing - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - Orion Edition - First Version - 2011  

Foreign Covers

Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - First Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Second Printing - 1979   Slave Girl of Gor - French Opta Edition - First Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - Spanish Ultramar Edition - First Printing - 1989   Slave Girl of Gor - French J'ai Lu Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Armada Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Eksmo Edition - First Printing - 2004  

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Chapter Overview

Here is an overview of the 29 chapters in Slave Girl of Gor:

1. The Collar
2. The Retinue
3. The Camp
4. La Kajira
5. The Raid
6. TabukÆs Ford
7. Clitus Vitellius
8. A GirlÆs Will Means Nothing
9. Rain
10. I Am An Item Of Merchandise
11. Perfume And Silk
12. The Silver Leaf
13. I Am Publicly Auctioned
14. Two Men
15. I Am Spoken To By My Mistress
16. A Sail
17. The Leash
18. The Slave Sack
19. I Bead A Necklace, And Am Then Used For Wench Sport
20. A Slave GirlÆs Revenge
21. A Convoy Departs From The Harbor Of Telnus; I Appear On The Cargo Manifest Of One Of Its Ships
22. What Occurred Southeast Of Cos
23. The Raft
24. I Am Chained In The Hold Of A Galley
25. The Message
26. I Return To Ar; What Was Done To Elicia Nevins, My Mistress
27. I Kneel In The Yellow Circle
28. What Occurred At The Curulean
29. A WarriorÆs Vengeance; The Furs Of My Master

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Slave Girl of Gor (Gorean Saga 11)

1

The Collar

I lay in the warm grass. I could feel it, the warm, individual green blades, separate, gentle, on my left cheek; I could feel them on my body, my stomach and thighs. I stretched my body, my toes. I was sleepy. I did not wish to awaken. The sun was warm on my back, even hot, almost uncomfortable. I snuggled deeper into the grass. My left hand was extended. My fingers touched the warm dirt between the grass blades. My eyes were closed. I resisted the coming of consciousness. I did not wish to emerge from bed. Consciousness seemed to come slowly, dimly. I did not wish to emerge from bed. I wished to prolong the warmth, the pleasantness. I moved my head, slightly. My neck seemed to wear a weight; I heard the soft clink, a tiny stirring, of heavy links of metal.

I did not understand this.

I moved my head again, sleepily, eyes closed, to its original position. Again I felt the weight, circular, heavy, on my neck; again I heard the small sound, the stirring, simple and matter of fact, of heavy metal links.

I opened my eyes, part way, keeping them half shut against the light. I saw the grass, green and close, each blade seeming wide, blurred in its nearness. My fingers dug into the warm earth. I closed my eyes. I began to sweat. I must emerge from bed. I must snatch breakfast, hurry to class. It must be late. I must hurry.

I remembered the cloth slipped over my mouth and nose, the fumes, the strength of the man who had held me. I had squirmed, but had been held in his grip, helpless. I was terrified. I had tried not to breathe. I had struggled, but futilely. I was terrified. I had not known a man could be so strong. He was patient, unhurried, waiting for me to breathe. I tried not to breathe. Then, lungs gasping, helpless, had at last inhaled, deeply, desperately, taking the sharp, strangling fumes deep into my body. In an instant, choking in the horrid, obdurate fumes, unable to expel them, unable to evade them, sickened, I had lost consciousness.

I lay in the warm grass. I could feel it on my body. I must emerge from bed. I must snatch breakfast, and hurry to class. Surely it must be late. I must hurry.

I opened my eyes, seeing the grass blades not inches from my face, wide, blurred. I opened my mouth, delicately, and felt the grass brush my lips. I bit into a blade and felt the juice of the grass, on my tongue.

I closed my eyes. I must awaken. I remembered the cloth, the strength of the man, the fumes.

My fingers dug deeply into the dirt. I clawed at it. I felt the dirt beneath my fingernails. I lifted my head, and rolled screaming, awakening, tangled in the chain, in the grass. I sat bolt upright. I realized to my astonishment and horror that I was nude, literally, totally nude, stark naked. My neck wore its encircling weight; the heavy chain, attached to the collar, dropped between my breasts and over my left thigh.

"No! No!" I cried. "No!"

I leaped to my feet screaming. The chain's weight depended from the collar, heavily, gracefully. I felt the collar pulled down, against my collarbone. The chain passed now between my legs, behind the left calf, then lifting. I jerked wildly at it. I tried to thrust the collar up, over my head. I turned it, again tried to thrust it up, over my head. I scraped my throat, hurting it. My chin was forced up; I saw the bright sky, blue with its startlingly white clouds. But I could not slip the collar. It fitted me closely. Only my small finger could I thrust between its weight and my neck. I moaned. The collar could not be slipped. It had not been made to be slipped. Irrationally, madly, nothing in my consciousness but my fear and the chain, I turned to flee, and fell, hurting my legs, tangled in the chain. I, on my knees, seized the chain, pulled at it, weeping. I tried to back away, on my knees; my head was pulled cruelly forward. I held the chain. It was some ten feet long. It extended to a heavy ring and plate fastened in a great granite rock, irregular, but some twelve feet in width and depth, some ten feet in height. The plate, with its ring, was attached near the center of the rock, low, about a foot above the grass. The rock had apparently been drilled and the plate fastened with four linear bolts. They may have passed through the entire width of the rock and been clinched on the other side. I did not know. On my knees I pulled at the chain. I wept. I cried out. I pulled again at the chain. I hurt my hands; it moved not a quarter of an inch. I was fastened to the rock.

I rose moaning to my feet, my hands on the chain. I looked about myself. The rock was prominent. There was none like it in view. I stood on a rolling plain, grassy and gentle, widely sweeping, trackless. I saw nothing but the grass, it moving in the soft, unhurried wind, the distant horizon, the unusually white clouds and blue sky. I was alone. The sun was warm. Behind me was the rock. I felt the wind on my body, but not directly, as the plate in the stone was on the sheltered side of the rock. I wondered if the wind was a prevailing one. I wondered if the plate and chain were so situated in order that the chain's prisoner, such as I found myself to be, be protected from the wind. I shuddered.

I stood alone. I was naked. I, small, white, was chained by the neck to that great rock on the seemingly endless plain.

I breathed deeply. Never in my life had I breathed such air. Though my head was chained I threw it back. I closed my eyes. I drank the atmosphere into my lungs. Those who have never breathed such air cannot know the sensations which I then felt. In so simple a thing as the air I breathed I rejoiced. It was clean and clear; it was fresh, almost alive, almost sparkling with the exhilaration of swift, abundant, pristine oxygen. It was like the air of a new world, one yet innocent of the toxins of man's majority, the unquestioned gifts, ambiguous, poisoned, of civilization and technology. My body became vital and alive. So simply did a proper oxygenation of my system work its almost immediate effect in my feeling and awareness. Those who have never breathed the air of a clean world cannot understand my words. And perhaps those who have breathed only such an atmosphere may, too, tragically, fail to comprehend. Until one has breathed such air can one know the glory of being alive?

But I was lonely, and frightened.

It was a strange world on which I stood, wide and unfamiliar, open, bright and clean. I looked out upon the vast fields of grass. I had never smelled grass before. It was so fresh, so beautiful. My senses were alive. In this atmosphere, my blood charged with oxygen, I found that I could detect odors which had eluded me before; it was as though an entire new dimension of experience had suddenly opened to me; yet I suppose it was only that here, in this place, my body did not have reason to fight its world, shutting it out, forcing it from consciousness in order not to be distracted or sickened; here there was an atmosphere which was unsoiled, undefiled, one in which the human could be a part of nature, not a rampart raised against her, not a defensive sojourner treading at night, stepping softly, scarcely daring to breathe, through the country of enemies. My vision, too, in this pure air, was keener. I could see farther and with greater detail than had been possible before in the clouded, contaminated atmosphere in which I had been raised. How far away now seemed the familiar pollutions of the gray world I remembered. On certain days there I had thought the air clean, and had delighted in its freshness. How little I had known. How foolish I had been. It had been only less murky, less dismal, only a sign of what a world might be. My hearing, too, seemed acute. The wind brushed the grass, moving in it, stirring the gleaming leaves. Colors, too, seemed richer, deeper, more vivid. The grass was richly green, alive, vast; the sky was blue, deeply blue, far deeper than I had known a sky could be; the clouds were sharp and white, protean and billowing, transforming themselves in the pressures of their heights and the winds which sped them; they moved at different heights at different speeds; they were like great white birds, stately and majestic, turning, floating in the rivers of wind. I felt the breezes of the field on my exposed body; I trembled; every bit of me seemed alive.

I was frightened.

I looked at the sun. I looked away, down, then across the fields.

I was aware now, as I had not been before, or so clearly, of the difference in the feel of my body and its movements. There seemed a subtle difference in my body weight, my movements. I thrust this comprehension from my mind. I could not admit it. I literally forced it from consciousness. But it returned, persistent. It could not be denied. "No!" I cried. But I knew it was true. I tried to thrust from my mind what must be, what had to be, the explanation of this unusual phenomenon. "No!" I cried. "It cannot be! No! No!"

Numbly I lifted the chain which hung from the collar fastened on my neck. I looked at it, disbelievingly. The links were close-set, heavy, of some primitive, simple black iron. It did not seem an attractive chain, or an expensive one. But I was held by it. I felt the collar with my fingers. I could not see it, but it seemed formed, too, of heavy iron; it seemed simple, practical, not ostentatious; it gripped my throat rather closely; I supposed it was black in color, matching the chain; it had a heavy hinge on one side; the chain, by a link, opened and closed, was fastened to a loop; the loop was fastened about a staple, which, it seemed, was a part of the collar itself; the hinge was under my right ear; the chain hung from its loop and staple under my chin; on the left, under my left ear, as I could tell by feeling it with my finger, there was a large lock, with its opening for the insertion of a heavy key. The collar, then, fastened with a lock; it had not been hammered about my neck. I wondered who held the key to that collar.

I turned about and looked at the great rock, the granite, streaked with feldspar.

I must try to awaken, I told myself. I must awaken. I laughed bitterly. I must be dreaming I told myself.

Again the difference in the feeling of my body, its weight, its movements, intruded itself into my consciousness. "No!" I cried. Then I went to the granite, and looked at the heavy plate and ring bolted into the stone. A link of my chain had been opened, and then closed, about that ring. The chain was some ten feet in length. I idly coiled it at the foot of the ring. "No!" I cried. I must awaken, I told myself. Surely it must be nearly time to arouse myself, to hurry to breakfast, to hurry to class. There is no other explanation, I told myself. I am dreaming. Then I feared I might be insane. No, I told myself. I am dreaming. It is such a strange dream, so real. But it is a dream. It must be. It must be. It is a dream. All a dream!

Then to my misery I remembered the man, being seized from behind, not able even to see him, my struggles, being held so helplessly, the cloth over my mouth and nose, his waiting for me to breathe, at last my gasping helplessly for breath, the terrible fumes, nothing else to breathe, nothing else, which could not be tolerated by consciousness, nothing else to breathe, and then my loss of consciousness. That, I knew, had been no dream.

I struck my fists until they bled on the granite rock streaked with feldspar.

Then I turned and walked from the rock, some five feet, and looked out over the vast grassy fields.

"Oh, no," I wept.

The full consciousness of my waking state, and my awareness of truth, welled up within me. It flooded my consciousness, overwhelmingly, irrefutably.

I knew then what must be the explanation for the difference in the feelings in my body, the explanation for the sense of subtle kinesthetic differences in my movements. I stood not on Earth. The gravity was not that of Earth. It was on another world I stood, an unknown world. It was a bright, beautiful world, but it was not Earth. It was not the world I knew. It was not my home. I had been brought here; no one had consulted my will; I had been brought here; my will had been nothing.

I stood alone there, naked, defenseless, before the great rock, looking over the fields.

I was lonely, and frightened, and I wore a chain on my neck.

Suddenly I cried out with misery and put my face in my hands. Then it seemed the earth spun beneath me and darkness swept about me, rushing in upon me and I lost consciousness.

(Republished with kind permission of E-Reads.)

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Here is a cover gallery showing all the editions and printings of Slave Girl of Gor, sorted by year of publication. Click on any cover to see the book.

Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - First Printing - 1977   Slave Girl of Gor - Universal-Tandem Edition - First Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - First Hybrid Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - First Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - Universal-Tandem Edition - Second Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Second Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Third Printing - 1979   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Second Printing - 1979   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - First Printing - 1980   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fourth Printing - 1980   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Sixth Printing - 1981   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fifth Printing - 1981   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Seventh Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Eighth Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - Second Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Nineth Printing - 1983   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Tenth Printing - 1983   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Eleventh Printing - 1984   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Twelfth Printing - 1984   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Third Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Thirteenth Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - French Opta Edition - First Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - Third Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fourteenth Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - Spanish Ultramar Edition - First Printing - 1989   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Fourth Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - French J'ai Lu Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Armada Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - First Version - 2001   Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Eksmo Edition - First Printing - 2004   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Edition - First Printing - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - Second Version - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - First Version - 2010   Slave Girl of Gor - Orion Edition - First Version - 2011   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - Second Version - 2011   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - Third Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Edition - Second Printing - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - Audible Audio Edition - First Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - Third Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - Bootleg Editions - First Version - year  

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Here is a cover gallery showing all the editions and printings of Slave Girl of Gor, sorted by edition. Click on any cover to see the book.

Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Armada Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Audible Audio Edition - First Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - Bootleg Editions - First Version - year   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - First Printing - 1977   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Second Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Third Printing - 1979   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fourth Printing - 1980   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fifth Printing - 1981   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Sixth Printing - 1981   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Seventh Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Eighth Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Nineth Printing - 1983   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Tenth Printing - 1983   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Eleventh Printing - 1984   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Twelfth Printing - 1984   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Thirteenth Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - Fourteenth Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - DAW Edition - First Hybrid Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - Russian Eksmo Edition - First Printing - 2004   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Edition - First Printing - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - E-Reads Edition - Second Printing - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - First Version - 2001   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - Second Version - 2007   Slave Girl of Gor - Digital E-Reads Edition - Third Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - First Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Second Printing - 1979   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Third Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - German Heyne Edition - Fourth Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - French J'ai Lu Edition - First Printing - 1997   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - First Version - 2010   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - Second Version - 2011   Slave Girl of Gor - Kindle Edition - Third Version - 2013   Slave Girl of Gor - French Opta Edition - First Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - Orion Edition - First Version - 2011   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - First Printing - 1980   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - Second Printing - 1982   Slave Girl of Gor - Star Edition - Third Printing - 1985   Slave Girl of Gor - Universal-Tandem Edition - First Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - Universal-Tandem Edition - Second Printing - 1978   Slave Girl of Gor - Spanish Ultramar Edition - First Printing - 1989  
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