White Silk Quotes

These would be girls in training, some of them perhaps White Silk Girls, being accustomed to the routines and techniques of serving at table. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 88

Sura turned to Ho-Tu. “The Tuchuk girl,” she said, “keeps quarters with the Assassin. I do not object. Take the others to cells of Red Silk.” “They are White Silk,” said Ho-Tu. Sura laughed. “Very well,” she said, “to cells of White Silk. Feed them well. You have almost crippled them. How you expect me to train crippled barbarians I am not clear.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 154

Virginia and Phyllis, in their cells, would wear similar gowns, but of white silk. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 176

A girl in a tunic of white silk, gracefully, carrying a large pitcher of diluted Ka-la-na wine, approached our table from the rear, and climbed the stairs, delicately, and as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward behind me, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful. Her voice in my ear was a whisper, an invitation. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine, beautiful, deep, gray. Her lips were slightly parted. “Wine, Master?” asked Virginia Kent. “Yes,” I said, “I will have wine.”
Virginia served me, bowed her head and backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and hurried away.
“She is White Silk, of course,” said Ho-Tu. “I know,” I said. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 186

“Let Lana serve Relius wine,” said another girl, a Red Silk Girl, first to the guard, leaning toward him, lips parted.
Relius put out his cup but before the girl could pour the wine she seemed suddenly to fly off the back of the dais, the seat of her tunic firmly grasped in the small hand of Virginia Kent. Lana landed with a considerable bump on the stones of the hall, the wine flying backward.
“Relius guards Virginia,” the young slave girl from Earth informed collared, Red Silk Lana. Lana scrambled to her feet, angry, her pitcher of wine set aside on the wet, red stones. The two girls stood facing one another.
“I wear the leash of Relius,” said Virginia. “I wear his bracelets!”
Lana looked at Relius. “Leash Lana,” she said. “Lana is Red Silk.” She extended her wrists provocatively to Relius. “Put your bracelets on Lana. She is Red Silk. She will serve you better than a silly little White Silker.”

At this point Virginia Kent put down her pitcher of wine, seized Lana by the shoulder, spun her about and struck her a rather severe blow near the left eye. Several of the men and girls at and about the tables approvingly observed the two girls rolling and scratching, biting and tearing on the floor, first White Silk on top, and then Red Silk, and then White Silk again. At last Virginia Kent, to the cheers of several of those present, sat atop Lana and was pummeling her mercilessly, until Lana, throwing up her arms and shrieking, crying out, begged for mercy. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 238 – 239

“I scarcely supposed,” said I, “that you would permit a White Silk Girl to go alone on the streets of Ar.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 45

“Of course,” said Ho-Tu, “you may not have her tonight, for she is White Silk.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 89

Ho-Tu looked at me and grinned. “They know nothing of men,” said he. “You mean they are White Silk?” I asked. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 116

“Have you prepared the initial papers on them?” asked Ho-Tu.
“Yes,” said Flaminius.
“How many are white silk?” asked Ho-Tu.
“Six,” said Flaminius. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 129

Some of the girls, judging by the stripes on the hoods and cloaks were White Silk, and others Red Silk. The White Silk Girls, of course, having been released from the house, would have been placed in locked, iron belts. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 147

“These are three barbarians, two White Silk, one Red Silk,” called the auctioneer, “all from the House of Cernus, whom it is our hope you will find pleasing.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 298

“Here,” said she, tauntingly, “is a slim beauty, lithe and swift, White Silk, intelligent, curious for the touch of a man, who for the right man would be the most abject and servile wench a beast could wish. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 306

Later, in the eighteenth week of their training, they were given brief silken slave livery, sleeveless, fastened by the loop on the left shoulder. Virginia and Phyllis were given white livery, Elizabeth red. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 199 – 200

“Doubtless,” I said, as though irritated with her question, “were the slave Virginia not White Silk the man Relius would have asked for her long ago.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 202

And,” I said, rather loudly, looking at Phyllis, “were the slave Phyllis not White Silk she would have found herself used frequently, and well, by the man Ho-Sorl.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 203

Each of the girls would wear brief silken slave livery, sleeveless, the disrobing loop on the left shoulder. Elizabeth wore red, Virginia and Phyllis white. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 214

“I will pay,” said Ho-Sorl, “the difference between what she will bring as Red Silk and White Silk.” Phyllis shrieked in fear, wiggling on his shoulder, pounding.
Ho-Tu apparently gave the matter very serious thought. “Don’t you want to be Red Silk?” he asked Phyllis, who, from her position, could not see him. “No, no, no!” she cried.
“By tomorrow night,” pointed out Ho-Sorl, neatly, “she may be Red Silk anyway.”
“No, no!” wept Phyllis.
“Where would you make her Red Silk?” asked Ho-Tu.
“The pit of sand will do,” said Ho-Sorl.
Phyllis shrieked with misery.
“Would you not like Ho-Sorl to make you Red Silk?” asked Ho-Tu of Phyllis. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 241

“Don’t look so disappointed,” said a Red Silk Girl passing near her, carrying Ka-la-na.
Phyllis made an angry noise.
“Poor little White Silk slave,” said another Red Silk Girl passing between the tables. Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 242

“You there, little White Silker,” said Ho-Tu, “who are so adept with the porridge bowl, hasten to the Waiting Cells. You will need your sleep. You are to ascend the block tomorrow. You must make a good showing for the House of Cernus.”
Virginia choked back a tear. “Yes, Master,” she said. Lana laughed and went to Relius, taking his arm, looking at Virginia. “Tomorrow, White Silker,” she said, “you will be sold but Lana will still be in the House of Cernus.” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 246

“Verbina, she is,” called he, “who so fears a man that she would flee him, at the risk of death and torture, White Silk and never before owned, yet certified ready for the chain of a master who would use her as she so richly deserves!” Assassin of Gor Book 5 Page 293

“But,” had said Ute, “if a man seizes you, you are not to yield yourself to him, for you are white silk.” A flash of irritation passed through me. “I am charged with the protection of my market value?” I asked, ironically.
“Yes,” said Ute, matter-of-factly. “Though I, if I were a man, would pay more for a red-silk girl.” “I must do nothing,” I said, “to diminish the investment of Rask of Treve?”
“That is correct,” said Ute.
“What if I am simply seized, and my attacker is not prepared to listen to reason?” I asked.
Ute laughed. It was the first time I had seen her laugh in the camp. I was pleased I had made her laugh. “Cry out,” said Ute, “and the others will take you from him and get him a red-silk girl.”
“All right,” I had said. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 306 – 307

She took a white, silken ribbon and wrapped it five times about the collar, not tying it.
I had been marked white silk.
Inge and Rena laughed. “Do not laugh,” smiled Ute, “for you, too, will be so marked, lest Raf and Pron, huntsmen of Treve, in a careless moment, devour my two other white-silk pretties.” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 323

Inge and Rena, I sensed, regarded me in a new fashion. “Slave!” they had said to me. And I had said to them, “Yes – Slave!” and kissed them. I had then sped away. They envied me. I pitied them in my way, for they were mere ignorant girls, white-silk girls. I was red silk! Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 337

“I hope she is red silk,” said the other.
“If she is not when we apprehend her,” said the other, “by the time we turn her over to Haakon she will be of the reddest of silks.”
“Haakon might not be pleased,” said the other.
The first laughed. “Haakon does not know which girl is red silk and which is white silk.”
“That is true,” grinned the other.
“Besides,” pointed out the first, “do you really think Haakon expects us to return white silk girls to his chain?” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 242

“Accordingly,” I said, “I should be sold in Ar. And, further, since I am white silk, I should not be used. My price will be higher if I am sold white silk.” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 261

The man whom I had served wine reached clumsily for me.
“I am white silk!” I cried, shrinking back.
“Wine!” cried the other man.
I tried to rise, but the man’s hand was knotted in the silk. If I moved I would strip myself.
Another girl, on her knees, reaching for him, holding his head, insinuated herself between us. “I am red silk!” she murmured. “Touch me! Touch me!”
His hand left my silk and I darted away.
Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 325

I was white silk!
It was safe to dance before them as I pleased.
And so Elinor Brinton danced to torment them.
They cried out with anguish and pleasure. How pleased I was in my power!
As the music changed so, too, did the dancer, and she became as one with the music, a frightened girl, new to the collar, a timid girl, delicate and submissive, a lonely slave, yearning for her master, a drunken wench, rejecting her slavery, a proud girl, determined to be defiant, a raw, red-silk slave, mad with the need for a master’s touch. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 328

“It is hard for a white silk girl to be beautiful,” said Targo.
“Yes,” said the guard, “but there is a good market for white silkers.” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 88

“She is white silk!” said the other guard, laughing uproariously. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 95

“When will you use me?” I asked.
“You are white silk,” he had said, and turned away. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 106

“Do not fear,” said Ute, laughing at me, “you are white silk!”

Sometimes, before falling asleep, or even in my dreams, I had fancied myself in their arms. I could imagine the pleasure of being held, helpless, in their strong arms. But beyond this I had only the white silk girl’s dim sense of the changes they could bring about in my body, only the vague instinctual sensing, deep in my femaleness, of the fantastic pleasures to which a slave girl may be subjected by her master, pleasures by means of which he may, if it pleases him, totally and completely dominate her, making her helplessly, irreservedly his, naught but a yielded slave girl. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 110 – 111

“She is only white silk,” said Lana. “Lana is red silk. Let Lana please you.” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 114

“Kiss me,” said the man.
“I am white silk,” I whispered.
“Kiss me,” he said.

I saw a look of anger come into his eyes. He held me very tightly. Then, too, to my dismay, I saw another look, which I, even white silk, understood. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 116 – 117

“You are a pretty slave,” he said.
“I am white silk,” I whispered, now frightened, truly frightened. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 170

“I am still white silk,” I told him.
“I know,” he said.
I reddened.
“Fortunately for you,” he said. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 184

“I am white silk,” I whispered. I pulled against his hands, and he released me. I hurried on. Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 185

“White-silk, She-sleen,” he said. “Wait until you are red silk!” Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 186

I lifted her head, and took her in my arms. She trembled. I kissed her upon the lips. Her body, that of a white-silk girl, fresh to the collar, was terribly frightened. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 95

It would be a great triumph in Tyros, to bring the great Marlenus, naked, in the chains of a slave, branded, before their council. Doubtless they would first bring him so through the streets, between jeering throngs, chained to the back of a tharlarion wagon, white-silk maidens of Tyros dancing beside him, casting love blossoms upon him. Marlenus would doubtless make great holiday in Tyros. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 192

He would march in their triumph, branded, naked, chained to the back of a tharlarion wagon, amid blossoms cast by white-silk maidens dancing beside him. Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 200

Any girl on the ship, incidentally, unless she is certified “white silk,” a virgin, is free to the sailors for their sport. There were no “white-silk” girls on board; we were all “red silk.” This was not unusual. There are few virgin slaves. Their virginity usually does not last more than an Ahn beyond their first sale. Slave Girl of Gor Book 11 Page 317

There was no blood that I could see on the interior of the barbarian’s thighs. Ulafi, too, I recalled, had not used her nor thrown her to his crew. This tended to confirm in my mind that they did not understand the nature of her important. Perhaps a rich man, an eccentric of some sort, desired her. Perhaps he would not be pleased, or would not pay, if she were not delivered to him white silk. Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 128

“Are you white silk?” I asked.
“I am a virgin,” she said.
“Then you are white silk,” I said. Explorers of Gor Book 13 Page 172

“You are wearing a white ribbon,” I said.
“So are you,” she said.
“I am not white silk,” I smiled.
“The ribbon is only to match my tunic,” she said. “I am not truly white silk.” Fighting Slave of Gor Book 14 Page 186

“Tela, when captured,” he said, indicating a blonde, “begged to be permitted to be kept in white silk.” He laughed. “After throwing her to a crew, for their pleasure, we put her, as she had asked, in white silk.” “Amusing,” I said. “She now often begs for red silk,” he said. “Perhaps we will one day permit it to her.” Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 197

There were dark-haired Relia and blond Tela, who was still kept in white silk, as a joke, though she must have served the pleasure of pirates a thousand times . . . Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 276

“Relia, Tela, to him,” said Policrates. These two girls, Relia discarding her red silk and Tela opening her white silk, and throwing it back, hurried to kneel near me. Rouge of Gor Book 15 Page 277

More than fifty slave girls, their hair coiffured high on their heads, clad in sleeveless, classic gowns of white silk, were aligned on the walk nearest the wall containing the iron door, that leading within to the halls of the fortress. Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 97

To be sure, of course, the color of the garment, on Gor, would not be likely to be white, but, commonly, red or yellow. White, on Gor, is a color commonly associated with virginity. It is, accordingly, worn by few slaves. Guardsman of Gor Book 16 Page 251

“You were white silk,” I said. “Now you are red silk.”

“To be sure,” I said, “‘white’ in the context of ‘white-silk girl’ tends less to suggest purity and innocence to the Gorean than ignorance and naivety, and a lack of experience. ‘Red,’ in the context of ‘red-silk girl,’ on the other hand, connotes rather clearly, I think, experience. One expects a red-silk girl, for example, not only to be able to find her way about the furs, but; subject to the whip, owned and dominated, perhaps chained, to prove herself a sensuous treasure within them.”
“I am red-silk,” she said. “Have me.” Savages of Gor Book 17 Page 205

Similarly, the expression “red silk,” in Gorean, tends to be used as a category in slaving, and also, outside the slaving context, as an expression in vulgar discourse, indicating that the woman is no longer a virgin, or, as the Goreans say, at least vulgarly of slaves, that her body has been opened by men. Its contrasting term is “white silk,” usually used of slaves who are still virgins, or, equivalently, slaves whose bodies have not yet been opened by men. Needless to say, slaves seldom spend a great deal of time in the “white-silk” category. It is common not to dally in initiating a slave into the realities of her condition. Blood Brothers of Gor Book 18 Page 472

I, too, glanced at her. She was not trained. She did not know slave dance. Her movements were those of a virgin, a white-silk girl. Players of Gor Book 20 Page 20

The coffle was now, I supposed, secured on both ends. There was again the movement beneath my knees. There was no mistaking the movement. We were on a floating surface.
“Which of these are white silk?” asked a man. I heard the sound of a long, heavy board, being drawn over wood. It was then, it seemed, placed somewhere to my right.
“Check their tags,” said another man.
“Here is one,” said a man, lifting my tag. There was a cry of good-natured protest from a fellow somewhere to my left-and in front of me.
“Here is another,” said another man to my left. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 98 – 99

Among slaves, not free women, these things are sometimes spoken of along the lines as to whether or not a girl has been “opened” for the uses of men. Other common terms, used generally of slaves, are ‘white silk’ and ‘red silk’, for girls who have not yet been opened, or have been opened, for the uses of men, respectively. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 128

“Are you white silk?” he had asked. “Yes, Master,” I had said, shrinking back from him in the manacles. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 164

He, too, I suspected, like the others, had found me not without interest. Indeed, the first question he had addressed to me in this house, when he had unroped the blanket from about me, and I was before him, naked, my wrists manacled behind my back, was whether or not I was “white silk.” Had I not been I think he might then, even as I was, manacled and on the blanket, have put me to his purposes. Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 169

“Bring out the virgin!” cried a man.
“Get the white-silker out here,” called another. “Let us see her!” Dancer of Gor Book 22 Page 176

For example, sometimes, when slaves are taken to Ubars, and such, they are stripped and wrapped in a scarlet sheet, if they are “red silk,” and in a white sheet, if they are “white silk.” They are then placed in the master’s chambers, often through a panel in the door, the sheet remaining behind. Renegades of Gor Book 23 Page 199