He proffered me a cup and I, with one hand,
holding the blanket about me with the other, drank its contents. It was a foul
brew, but I downed it. I did not know at the time, but it was slave wine. Men
seldom breed upon their slave girls. Female slaves, when bred, are commonly
hooded and crossed with a male slave, similarly hooded, the breeding conducted
under the supervision of their respective owners; a girl is seldom bred with a
slave from her own house; personal relationships between male and female slaves
are usually frowned upon; sometimes, however, as a discipline even a high female
slave is sometimes thrown to a chain of work slaves for their pleasure. The
effect of the slave wine endures several cycles, or moons; it may be
counteracted by another drink, a smooth, sweet beverage, which frees the girl's
body for the act of the male slave, or, in unusual cases, should she be freed,
to the act of the lover; slave girls, incidentally, are almost never freed on
Gor; they are too delicious and desirable to free; only a fool, it is commonly
said, would free one.
-Slave Girl of Gor, pg. 69-70
Sip roots are extremely bitter. Slave wine, incidentally, is made from sip
roots. The slaves of the red savages, like slaves generally on Gor, would be
crossed and bred only as, and precisely as, their masters might choose.
-Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 124-125
She did not need the sip root, of course, for, as she had pointed out, she had
had some within the moon, and, indeed, the effect of sip root, in the raw state,
in most women, is three or four moons. In the concentrated state, as in slave
wine, developed by the caste of physicians, the effect is almost indefinite,
usually requiring a releaser for its remission, usually administered, to a
slave, in which is called the breeding wine, or the "second wine."
When this is administered she usually knows that she has been selected for
crossing with a handsome male slave.
-Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 319
The active ingredient in the breeding wine, or the "second wine," is a
derivative of teslik. In the matter of bitterness of taste there is little to
choose from between raw sip root and slave wine, the emulsive qualities of the
slave wine being offset to some extent by the strength of the concentrations
-Blood Brothers of Gor, pg. 320
I looked at Drusus Rencius. How could a free woman, I thought, ever compete with
a slave? "Drink this," said Drusus Rencius.
What is it?" I asked, startled. It seemed he had produced this almost by
magic. It was a soft, leather botalike flask drawn from within his tunic.
"Slave wine," he said.
"Need I drink that?" I asked, apprehensively.
"Unless you have had slave wine," he said, "I have no intention
of taking you through the streets clad as you are. Suppose you are raped."
I put the flask, which he had opened, to my lips. Its opening was large enough
to drink freely from. "It is bitter!" I said, touching my lips to it.
"It is the standard concentration, and dosage," he said,"plus a
little more, for assurance. Its effect is indefinite, but it is normally renewed
aimually, primarily for symbolic purposes. I could not believe how bitter it
was. I had learned from Susan, whom I had once questioned on the matter, the
objectives and nature of slave wine. It is prepared from a derivative of sip
root. The formula, too, I had learned, at the insistence of masters and slavers,
had been improved by the caste of physicians within the last few years. It was
now, for most practical purposes, universally effective. Too, as Drusus Rencius
had mentioned, its effects, at least for most practical A purposes, lasted
"Have no fear," said Drusus Rencius. "The abatement of its
effects is reliably achieved by the ingestion of a releaser."
"Oh," I said. I knew this, of course. Susan had told me.
When a female slave is given the releaser she knows that she may soon expect to
be hooded, and bred.
"Could it not be sweetened?" I asked.
"I have chosen that you drink it as it is," be said, "as it is
"You would have the Tatrix of Corcyrus drink unsweetened slave wine?"
-Kajira of Gor, pg,130-131
She tossed her head and turned away. Her hair was
worn knotted in a bun on the top of her head, like that generally of the women
of the red hunters. Their hair is worn loose, interestingly, out of doors, only
during their menstrual period. In a culture where the gracious exchange of mates
is commonly practiced this device, a civilized courtesy, provides the husband's
friends with information that may be pertinent to the timing of their visits.
This culture signal, incidentally, is not applicable to a man's slaves in the
-Beasts of Gor, pg. 193
"You are in a bad mood," I said. Such moods were not uncommon with
"Perhaps," he said.
"Does Phoebe have her period?" I asked.
"No," he said.
-Magicians Of Gor, pg. 163