The Kajirus Brand:
The brazier, fierce with heat, stood not two yards away from Marlenus of AR. Its coals were poked and stirred with one of the metal bars. Then one of the men of Tyros lifted the iron, glowing redly, from the fire. Its marking surface, its termination soft and red in the night, was in the form of a large, block letter in Gorean script, the initial of Kajirus, a common Gorean expression for a male slave. Hunters of Gor page 194
The Kajira Brand:
Cursive Letter in Gorean script of the initial of Kajira, the letter kef, usually an inch and a half high and a half inch in width. It is a simple mark, and rather floral, a staff with two, upturned frond-like curls, joined where the touch the staff on the right. It bears a distant resemblance to the printed letter "K" in several Western alphabets of Earth. This brand is often referred to as the "staff and fronds brand."
“The man, placing heavy gloves on his hands, withdrew from the brazier a slave iron. Its tip was a figure some inch and a half high, the first letter in the cursive script, in the Gorean alphabet, of the expression Kajira. It is a beautiful letter.”
Hunters of Gor page 51
“I resisted the impulse to trace lightly in the palm of her left hand a small cursive "Kef,' the staff and fronds, that letter used commonly in the branding of female slaves.” Fighting Slave of Gor page 96
“My brand, she said, ?is the common Kajira mark. I hope it pleases Master. I regarded it, the staff and fronds, delicate and incisive, beauty subject to discipline.” Rogue of Gor page 204
Earthen vaccination mark, called the Barbarian Brand
“Look," said the first man, taking me by the uppper arm, and turning it to the light. "The barbarian brand." I did not see how I could explain this vaccination mark the men without making clear that my origin was not Gorean. The vaccination was in connection with a disease which, too, as far as I knew, did not even exist on Gor.” Kajira of Gor page 167
Named from and shaped as the dina flower, a small, short-stemmed flower indigenous to hillsides, resembling a rose of Earth; sometimes called the 'slave flower.'
“I had seen the design at the tip of the iron. It was a small flower, stylized; it was circular, about an inch and a half in diameter; it was not unlike a small rose; it was incredibly lovely and delicate.”
Slave Girl of Gor, p. 52
“My own brand was the 'Dina;' the dina is a small lovely, multiply petaled flower, short-stemmed, and blooming in a turf of green leaves, usually on the slopes of hills, in the northern temperate zones of Gor; in its budding, though in few other ways, it resembles a rose; it is and exotic, alien flower; it is also spoken of, in the north, where it grows most frequently, as the slave flower; it was burned into my flesh; in the south, below the Gorean equator, where the flower is much more rare, it is prized more highly.”
Slave Girl of Gor, page 61
“But perhaps the dina is spoken of as the slave flower merely because, in the north, it is, though delicate and beautiful, a reasonably common, unimportant flower; it is also easily plucked, being defenseless, and can be easily crushed, overwhelmed and, if one wishes, discarded.” Slave Girl of Gor page 62
The Kassar Brand:
“The standard of the Kassars is that of a scarlet, three-weighted bola, which hangs from a lance; the symbolic representation of a bola, three circles joined at the center by lines, is used to mark their bosk and slaves.”
Nomads of Gor page 106
In the shape of the four bosk horns, set in such a manner as to somewhat resemble the English letter "H." is only about an inch high. The Tuchuk brand their bosk with the same symbol though much larger. Another type of brand found amonst the Tuchuk, is a tiny brand, in the form of spreading bosk horns, worn on the forearm; guarantees passage for a merchant or singer, at certain seasons, across the plains of the Wagon Peoples; occasionally permitted by the Tuchuks, who crave their wares, to approach the wagons. This acceptance brand, of course, carries with it a certain stain of ignominy, suggesting that those who approach the wagons do so as slaves.
I supposed that on the morrow Kamchak would call for the Tuchuk Iron Master, to brand what he called his little barbarian; the brand of the Tuchuk slave, incidentally, is not the same as that generally used in the cities. Which for girls, is the first letter of the expression Kajira in cursive script. but the sign of the four bosk horns that of the Tuchuk standard; the brand of the four bosk horns, set in such a manner as to somewhat resemble the letter ?H? is only about an inch high; the common Gorean brand, on the other hand, is usually an inch and a half to two inches high; the brand of the four bosk horns, of course, is also used to mark the bosk of the Tuchuks, but there, of course, it is much larger, forming roughly a six-inch square...”
Nomads of Gor page 62
The Kataii Brand:
the standard of the Kataii is a yellow bow, bound across a black lance; their brand is also that of a bow, facing to the left .”
Nomads of Gor page 106
the Paravaci standard is a large banner of jewels beaded on golden wires, forming the head and horns of a bosk its value is incalculable; the Paravaci brand is a symbolic representation of a bosk head, a semicircle resting on an inverted isosceles triangle.”
Nomads of Gor page 106
The Common Brand of the North:
Described as a half circle about an inch and a quarter in width, adjoined at it's right tip by a steep, diagonal line an inch and a quarter in height. In the north, the bond-maid is referred to as a woman whose belly lies beneath the sword.”
Marauders of Gor page 87
“The brand used by Forkbeard is not uncommon in the North, though there is less uniformity in Torvaldsland on these matters than in the South, where the merchant caste, with its recommendations for standardization, is more powerful. All over Gor, of course, the slave girl is a familiar commodity. The brand used by the Forkbeard, found rather frequently in the north, consisted of a half circle, with, at its right tip, adjoining it, a steep, diagonal line. The half circle is about an inch and a quarter in height. The brand is, like many, symbolic. In the north, the bond-maid is sometimes referred to as a women whose belly lies beneath the sword.”
Marauders of Gor page 87
The Tahari Brand:
The initial printed letter of 'Kajira', rather than the cursive letter, as generally, issued as the common brand of women in the Tahari. Both the cursive letter in common Gorean and the printed letter in Taharic are rather lovely, both being somewhat floral in appearance.” Tribesman Of Gor page 148 - 149
“I had little doubt that it would be the Tahari brand which, white hot, would be pressed into the thigh of the new slave, marking her thenceforth as merchandise. The contact surface of the iron would be formed into the Taharic character 'Kef', which, in Taharic, is the initial letter of the expression 'Kajira', the most common expression in Gorean for a female slave.” Tribesmen of Gor page 148
Rather like a tattoo, an appropriate design is cut into the thigh of a slave and a colored powder is rubbed into it.”
Explorers of Gor page 330
“He then placed his torch in an iron rack, projecting from the wall. On an iron table, to the right of the rack, there was a flat box. ?Lie on your right side, exposing your left thigh,? he said. ?Yes, Master,? I said. From the box he then took a small, curved knife and a tiny, cylindrical leather flask. I gritted my teeth, but made no sound. With the small knife he gashed my left thigh, making upon it a small, strange design. He then took a powder, orange in color, from the flask and rubbed it into the wound.” Explorers of Gor page 330
The Wagon Peoples:
“The Wagon Peoples, too, each have an individual brand for their female slaves.?” Hunters Of Gor page 194
In the shape of the moons and collar; consists of a locked collar and, ascending diagonally above it, extending to the right, three quarter moons; this brand indicates the girl is subject to Gorean discipline; commonly occurs in certain of the Gorean enclaves on Earth, which serve as headquarters for agents of the Priest-Kings.
“Incidentally, there are many brands on Gor. Two that almost never occur on Gor, by the way, are those of the moons and collar, and of the chain and claw. The first of these commonly occurs in certain of the Gorean enclaves on Earth, which serve as headquarters for agents of the Priest-Kings; the second tends to occur in the lairs of Kurii agents on Earth; the first brand consists of a locked collar and, ascending diagonally above it, extending to the right, three quarter moons; this brand indicates the girl is subject to Gorean discipline; the chain-and-claw brand signifies, of course, slavery and subjection with the compass of the Kur yoke.”
Explorers of Gor page 12
Mark of Treve and Penalty Brands:
“Incised deeply, precisely, in that slim, lovely, now-bared thigh was a startling mark, beautiful, insolent, dramatically marking that beautiful thigh as that which it now could only be, that of a female slave. 'It is beautiful,' I whispered. She regarded the brand. 'It is the first letter, in cursive script,' she said, 'of the name of the city of Treve.'?”
Captive of Gor, page 277
“Four men held me, naked, near the brazier. I could feel the heat blazing from the canister. The sky was very blue, the clouds were white.
'Please, no!' I wept.
I saw Rask, with a heavy glove, draw forth one of the irons from the fire. It terminated in a tiny letter, not more that a quarter of an inch high. The letter was white hot. 'This is a penalty brand,' he said. 'It marks you as a liar.'
'Please, Master!' I wept.
'I no longer have patience with you,' he said. 'Be marked as what you are.'
I screamed uncontrollably as he pressed in the iron, holding it firmly into my leg. Then, after some two to four Ihn, he removed it. I could not stop screaming with pain. I smelled the odor of burned flesh, my own. I began to whimper. I could not breathe. I gasped for breath. Still the men held me.
'This penalty brand,' said Rask of Treve, lifting another iron from the brazier, again with a tyny letter at its glowing termination, 'marks you also as what you are, as a thief.'
'Please, no, Master!' I wept.
I could not move a muscle of my left leg. It might as well have been locked in a vise. It must wait for the iron.
I screamed again, uncontrollably. I had been branded as a thief.
'This third iron,' said Rask of Treve, 'is, too, a penalty iron. I mark you with this not for myself, but for Ute.'
Through raging tears I saw, white hot, the tiny letter.
'It marks you as a traitress,' said Rask of Treve. He looked at me, with fury. 'Be marked as a traitress,' he said. Then he pressed the third iron into my flesh. As it entered my flesh, biting and searing, I saw Ute watching, her face betraying no emotion. I screamed, and wept, and screamed.
Still the men did not release me.
Rask of Treve lifted the last iron from the fire. It was much larger, the letter at its termination some one and a half inches high. It, too, was white hot. I knew the brand. I had seen it on Ena's thigh. It was the mark of Treve. Rask of Treve decided that my flesh should bear that mark.
'No, Master, please!' I begged him.
'Yes, Worthless Slave,' he said, 'you will wear in your flesh the mark of the city of Treve.'
'Please,' I begged.
'When men ask you,' said he, 'who it was that marked you as a liar and a thief, and traitress, point to this brand, and say, I was marked by one of Treve, who was displeased with me.'”
Captive of Gor pages 310 - 311
“The street was lined by throngs of Tuchuks and slaves. Among them, too, were soothsayers and haruspexes, and singers and musicians, and, here and there, small peddlers and merchants, of various cities, for such are occasionally permitted by the Tuchuks, who crave their wares, to approach the wagons. Each of these, I was later to learn, wore on his forearm a tiny brand, in the form of spreading bosk horns, which guaranteed his passage, at certain seasons, across the plains of the Wagon Peoples. The difficulty, of course is in first obtaining the brand. If, in the case of a singer, the song is rejected, or in the case of a merchant, his merchandise is rejected, he is slain out of hand. This acceptance brand, of course, carries with it a certain stain of ignominy, suggesting that those who approach the wagons do so as slaves.”
Nomads of Gor page 34
A tiny 1/4", 3-pronged brand worn on the cheek of those of the Caste of Thieves (Port Kar).
“I have seen the thief's brand!? she cried. "It is beautiful!" It was a tiny, three-pronged brand, burned into the face over the right cheekbone. I had seen it several times, once on one who worked for the mysterious Others, a member of a crew of a black ship, once encountered in the mountains of the Voltai, not far from great Ar itself, The Caste of thieves was important in Port Kar, and even honored?”
Hunters of Gor of Gor page 304
The Chemical Brand:
“Identified?" I asked. ?Slave ship??" "A small chemical brand," she said, "which you will wear in your flesh, something by which our agents in Cos will recognize you." "Chemical brand?" I said. "It will remain invisible until the proper reagent is applied," she said. "Can it be removed?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "but you cannot remove it. It requires the proper combination of chemicals."Slave Girl of Gor pages 315 - 316
“To my astonishment bread, and salt, and a small, flaming brand were brought to him. (skip) Marlenus then, looking at me, took the small brand of fire in his hands. There was a leaf of fire, bright yellow, at its tip. He thrust the brand into the salt, extinguishing it. "You are refused fire," he said.” Assassins of Gor page 404
Location of the Slave Brand:
“I am not branded on the right thigh either.? I had, almost without thinking, moved in such a way as to ascertain this. Most girls? wear their brands on the left thigh, where they may be, conveniently caressed by a right-handed Master. Some girls, on the other hand, are right thigh branded. Some, too, though very few, are branded on the lower left abdomen.”
Fighting Slave of Gor page 148
“Where are we branded?" She said.
"A girl is commonly branded on the left or right thigh," I said, "sometimes on the lower left abdomen."”
Beasts of Gor page 229
“Left thigh or right thigh?" he asked.
"Left thigh," said Ulafi. Slave girls are commonly branded on the left thigh. Sometimes they are branded on the right thigh, or lower left abdomen.”
Explorers of Gor page 71
“I tended the brazier. It glowed in the darkness. Two men came and stood over me. I looked up, startled. They pulled me up by the arms and took me to the white- barked tree. They threw me on my back, my head down, on the tree. I looked at them, wildly. My hands were tied together before my body and taken pulled up and over my head. They were fastened, behind my head, out of my vision, to the tree. My body was stretched out, one leg on each side of the trunk. "What are you doing?" I cried. I felt my body being tightly roped to the tree. I squirmed, my head down, my legs up. 'Stop!' I cried. Ropes were placed on my neck and belly, and on each leg, above the knees and at the ankles, and lashed tightly. 'Stop,' I begged. 'Please stop!' I could barely move. The men stepped back; I was fastened to the tree. 'Let me go!' I cried. 'Please!' I whimpered. 'What are you going to do?' I asked. They looked at me. I was helpless. 'What are you going to do?' I whimpered. 'Oh, no!' I cried. 'No, no, no, no!' My captor had gone to the brazier and, with the leather glove, and another, too, with two hands, withdrawn the white-hot iron. I felt the, heat of it, even feet away. 'No!' I screamed. 'No!' Two men, large men, strong, held my left thigh immobile. I looked into the eyes of my captor. 'Please, no!' I wept. 'Please, no!' Then, head down, helpless, held, I was branded a Gorean slave girl. The marking, I suppose, took only a few seconds. That is doubtless true. Objectively I grant you the truth of that. Yet a girl who has been marked finds this obvious truth difficult to accept psychologically. Perhaps I may be granted that those seconds, those few seconds, seem very long seconds. For an hour it seemed I felt the iron. It touched me firmly, kissing me, then claiming me. I screamed, and screamed. I was alone with the pain, the agony, the degradation, the relentless, hissing object, so hurting me, the men. Mercifully they let me scream. It is common to let a girl scream, a Gorean kindness, while she is being marked with a white-hot iron. Afterwards, however, once the iron is pulled out of her body, and she is fully marked, Gorean males are less likely to accord her such consideration for her feelings. They are less likely, then, to be so indulgent with her. This makes sense. Afterwards, she is only a branded girl. It begins swiftly, almost before you can feel it. I felt the iron touch me and almost instantaneously, crackling, flash through my outer skin and then, firmly, to my horror, enter and ledge itself fixedly in my thigh. It was literally in my body, inflexibly, burning. The pain then began to register on my consciousness. I began screaming. I could not believe what was being done to me, or how much it hurt. Not only could I feel the iron, but I could hear it, hissing and searing in the precise, beautiful wound it was relentlessly burning in my thigh. There was an odor of burning flesh, mine. I smelled, burning, as of a kind of meat. It was my own body being marked. I could not move my thigh. I threw back my head and screamed. I felt the iron tight in my body, then, to my horror, pressing in even more deeply. The marking surface of the iron, then, lay hissing, literally submerged, in my flesh. I could not move my thigh in the least. I threw my head from side to side, screaming. The marking surface of the iron is some quarter of
an inch in depth. It was within my flesh. It was lodged there, submerged, hissing and burning. Taking its time, not hurrying, it marked me, cleanly and deeply. Then, swiftly, cleanly, it withdrew.”
Slave Girl of Gor pages 57 -58
The planet of Gor does not have marriage, but has Free companionship. Its the signing of a contract, between a Free Man and Free Woman, for the duration of one year. If, at the end of that time, both parties wish to continue, the contract is renewed. For a Free Woman, realize that you are now under your FC. You have entrusted him to now protect you. He will take care of you. But you also lose some of the freedom you have acquired, as he is Your FC. His word does become your law. An FC can be chained to the end of the bed, usually the Free Woman is the one chained there.
1. When you have found the one you feel you want to FC with, there is normally an announcement made, that you are commencing to court. During that time, really get to know your partner. There is no set time limit for courting, as it is between the two of you.
2. When you both decide this is what you want, you will announce a date for the ceremony.
3. Write your vows to each other as a contract.
4. After you make your contracts, then you need to make your ceremony preparations. You need someone to Officiate it.
5. Then decide if anyone is standing with you, who is walking the Free Woman to the Free Man, what type of ceremony you want. Use the following or change it or design your own, keeping in mind that the MOST important part is the signing of the contracts.
6. Say your vows in front of who you wish, and sign the contract. A kiss would be good too....grin
Contract between (insert both names) Date
I, as [your name] of [city], have the following possessions which I bring into this relationship:
List your possessions
To you [name of your soon to be FC], I pledge these things:
1. To be faithful to you and our Free Companionship (this does not mean slaves)
2. To uphold your honor
3. To protect you and heal you in times of need
4. To share with you the ownership of my slaves and my homes
5. To honor you above all
6. To bring honor to your name and our joined households
7. To respect you, [enter FC's name], as my Companion and as my protector (for her)
8. To discuss with you any acquisition of new property
9. That I share with you, [enter FC's name], the decision and responsibility, with slaves, of any harsh punishments.
10. To love you as my FC, lover, friend, through the bad times as well as the good times.
This contract is for one year and it is to be renewed at the end of the year if we both so agree.
Your name and city
Ceremonies Of Gor
Master: "Assume the posture of female submission."
kajira: kneels, leaning back on her heels, her arms extended, wrists crossed, her head between them, down.
Master: "Repeat after me. "I, once (her name) of (her home city or town, or of Earth)..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master "..herewith submit myself, completely and totally, in all things..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master: "...to him who is known as (his name) of (his city)..."
kajira: repeats this.
Master: "...his girl, his slave, an article of his property, his to do with as he pleases."
kajira: repeats this
Master: produces the collar. If it is engraved with his name or an inscription, he reads it to her, making sure that she understands what it says and means.He places it about her neck and snaps it shut with a click.
Master: "I am yours, Master."
kajira: "I am yours, Master."
the new Master will usually ask the slave the following three questions:
Master: "Who were you?"
kajira: tells him her former name.
Master: "What are you?"
kajira: "I am your slave, Master."
Master: "What is your name?"
kajira: "Whatever Master wishes."
The Master will then, if it pleases Him, give the girl her new slave-name, which can be taken from her or changed at any time, according to his whim.
Master: "you are (new slave-name)."
kajira: "Yes, Master. I am (new slave-name)."
The ceremony is now over.