Gorean Commands and Positions

Thigh

“Thigh,” said the captain.
The girl turned her left thigh to him, showing her brand. “It is only a slave girl,” said the lieutenant, disappointed.  TRIBESMEN OF GOR; 10; Page 84

Let us suppose that the Gorean youth buys his first girl. Before this, of course, he may have used house slaves or the girls in the paga taverns. Indeed, in gangs of roaming youths, he may have caught and raped slave girls on errands in his own city. Some young men regard this as an interesting sport. If a magistrate should chance upon them in some alley he will commonly say, “Thigh,” to them, and they will turn the girl, so that he may see if she is branded or not. If she is branded, he will commonly continue on his rounds. The unauthorized rape of slave girls, without the permission of their masters, is officially frowned on in most cities, but, too, it is as often winked at.  GUARDSMAN OF GOR; 16; Page 184

“Thigh,” he said.
I turned sideways, so that he might see my left thigh.
“Common Kajira mark,” he said, and made an entry on a sheet. “Face me, Girl,” he said.
I did.  KAJIRA OF GOR; 19; Pages 266-267

“Girl,” I said.
She moved in pain, in the straw. She lifted herself to a half sitting, half kneeling position. There was a sound of chain. “It is you!” she said, softly. The heavy chain was on her neck. “They branded me,” she said. “I am branded.”
“Thigh,” I said.
She, wincing, turned toward me, in the straw. “An excellent brand,” I said. It was the common kajira mark, as I had expected, a small, delicate, and beautiful, the cursive Kef, the stand and fronds, lyrically feminine, but unmistakable, a brand marking property, worn by most Gorean female slaves.  MERCENARIES OF GOR; 21; Page 438

“Thigh,” I said.
The dark-haired woman turned immediately to her side, exposing her left thigh to me. There was a chain on her neck, run to a stake near the wagon. A small copper bowl was beside her.
“Thigh,” I said, to the other woman, also dark-haired, but smaller. With an exciting, sensuous movement she exhibited her thigh. She was confined as was the other. Beside her, too, on the ground, was a small copper bowl.  VAGABONDS OF GOR; 24; Page 383

We were now inside the back door of the tavern, in a small, dimly lit corridor. The tavern was the Jeweled Whip, one of a large number of such taverns on Dock Street in Brundisium.
“Thigh,” said the fellow who had admitted us, looking at Ina. He wished, of course, to ascertain that she was a slave.
“She is a free woman,” I said.
“We do not want her kind here,” he said.
“Where am I?” asked Ina, from within the hood.
“It is against the law,” said the fellow. “We do not need more trouble with the authorities. And such, too, inhibit the girls.”
“Prepare her,” I said. He looked at me.
I held up a full copper tarsk.
“Ah,” he said.
In this tavern the girls came for a tarsk bit, and that with some pick of food, and paga.
He took the coin.
I gave him the key to Ina’s bracelets.
He then, taking Ina by the upper left arm, conducted her down a side corridor. I myself kept to the main corridor and, in a moment or two, thrusting open a door, entered into the main paga room.  VAGABONDS OF GOR; 24; Pages 399-400
 

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A rich, yet utterly simple saga; a world, a time, a people;
those of the Counter-Earth .. the planet .. Gor.
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