Bond-Maids and slavery in Torvaldsland

Drawing the bond maid circle
When you've decided that Vanir's Fjord would be a good homestone for you to submit to, take off the ~o~ from your name, use the "submits" dropdown from the left, and choose the Jarl's name from the dropdown on the right (or a Free Member's name, if the Jarl is not around). A ceremony will then follow to collar you to the Fjord and brand you. This is the Torvaldslander way.

“He then drew with the handle of his ax a circle, some twenty feet in diameter, in the dirt floor of the temple. It was a bond-maid circle.” Marauders of Gor pg 44

“To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to declare one-self a bond-maid. A woman, of course, need not enter the circle of her own free will. She may, for example, be thrown within it, naked and bound. Howsoever she enters the circle, voluntarily or by force, free or secured, she emerges from it, by the laws of Torvaldsland, as a bond-maid.” Marauders of Gor pg 44,45

Touching
Slave girls and slave boys in the Fjord do not play in the furs. Bond-maids are considered too good for thralls, and are reserved for the Free's enjoyment. You are here to please the Frees, not yourself. The thralls here are for the Free Women, not for sluts. Any bond-maids found playing in the furs with a thrall, the thrall will be killed and you will be punished.

“Bond-maids were, after all, the property of free men. It was not permitted for a thrall to touch them.” Marauders of Gor pg 104 (NOTE: later on in the book a bond-maid is given to a thrall for his use for the night, so this rule only applies if the thrall has not been given permission by a free to touch the bond-maid)

Chains
Chains and shackles in the North are different. They are functional, not ornate. You are not here to preen and adorn yourself and wallow in self-vanity. The Rarius here mean business, and will adorn you if They wish it.

“Two of the men of Torvaldsland had, from their left shoulder to their right hip, that their right arms be less impeded, a chain formed of slave bracelets; each pair of bracelets locked at each end about one of the bracelets of another pair, the whole thus forming a circle.” Marauders of Gor pg 46.

“These bracelets were of the sort used to hold women in the north. They are less ornate and finely tooled than those available in the south. But they are satisfactory for their purpose. They consist of curved, hinged bands of black iron, three quarters of an inch in width and a quarter inch in thickness. On one of each of the two curved pieces constituting a bracelet there is a welded ring; the two welded rings are joined by a single link, about an inch in width, counting both sides, each of which is about a quarter of an inch in diameter, and three inches long.” Marauders of Gor pg 46

Preferences in females
Torvaldsland Men love large breasted women. Think about this when you choose your avatar *chuckle*. Of course, when you have a Master/Mistress of your own, they may wish to change your avatar. That is their right. As a {VF} slave, keep to the scrolls though.

“She shrank back against the wall. She was large breasted. The men of Torvaldsland are fond of such women.” Marauders of Gor pg 44.

Property-females
Kurii are large, nasty, furry, intelligent creatures, with fangs and claws and are highly feared by slaves. For a good reason. Kurii will eat you if they catch you. This is why the bond-maids are chained at night.

The Kur term for bond-maid. “We will require,” said the Kur, “for each day of the march, as provisions, a hundred verr, a hundred tarsk, a hundred bosk, one hundred healthy property-females, of the sort you refer to as bond-maids.” Marauders of Gor pg 177.

Kurii eat humans. “The soft flesh of the human female, I knew, was regarded as a delicacy among the Kurii.” Marauders of Gor Page 177

Collar
Collars of Torvaldsland are plain, functional and very effective. Again, if Master/Mistress wishes to adorn you, They will. The collars are basic black iron. Perhaps Master/Mistress may enamel it a bit, or add a few baubles at Their whim, but all collars are basically black iron. They cannot be broken, snapped off or lock-picked off. Be very sure you wish to submit, it's final. The only way you will get out of your collar is if Master/Mistress WISHES you to, or kills you.

“He opened the hinged collar of black iron, about a half inch in height. He put it about her throat. It also contained a welded ring, suitable for the attachment of a chain. “Put your head beside the anvil,” he said. He took her hair and threw it forward, and thrust her neck against the left side of the anvil. Over the anvil law the joining ends of the two pieces of the collar. The inside of the collar was separated by a quarter of an inch from her neck......On one part of the collar are two, small, flat, thick rings. On the other is a single such ring. These rings, when the wings of the collar are joined, are aligned, those on one wing on top and bottom, that on the other in the center. They fit closely together, on top of the other. The holes in each, about three-eighths of an inch in diameter, too, of course, are perfectly aligned. The smith, with his thumb, forcibly, pushed a metal riveted through the three holes. The rivet sit snugly. .......Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he riveted the iron collar about her throat.” Marauders of Gor pg 87

Discipline
We have some very unique ways of disciplining unruly slaves. A slave who misbehaves is crying for attention, and even bad attention is attention to some. We frown upon such dramatics. We are not here to please YOU. The slave is here to please the Frees. Remember that. If you cannot deal with that, then Gor is not for you. Try the BDSM rooms and be vanilla.

Hurled naked among the thralls
“Sometimes,” said he, “to discipline a bond-maid, she is hurled naked among the thralls.” He smiles. “Do not fear. Should this be done to you I, in my turn shall use you well, Bond-maid. Quite well.” (pg 89)

Lashed to the oar
“Put her to the oar.” had said the Forkbeard. Hilda, clothed, had been roped, hand and foot, and body, on her back, head down, to one of the nineteen-foot oars. “you cannot do this to me.” She cried. Then, to her misery, she felt the oar move. “I am a free woman!” she cried. Then, like any bond-maid, she found herself plunged beneath the cold green surface of the Thassa. The oar lifted. “I am the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar!” she cried, spitting water, half blinded. Then the oar dipped again. When it pulled her next from the water, she was clearly terrified. She had swallowed water. She had learned what any bond-maid swiftly learns, that one must apply oneself, and be rational, if one will survive on the oar. One must follow its rhythm, and, as soon as the surface is broken, expel air and take a deep breath. In this fashion, a girl may live on the oar. Page 124.

Whipped
Note: Hilda has been stripped first. Then he said to the bond-maids. “Take her to the whipping post.” The bond-maids, laughing, dragged Hilda to the post, stout, of peeled wood, which stood outside the hall. Ottar then, with a scrap of binding fiber, crossed and rudely bound, before her body, the wrists of the daughter of Thorgard of Scagnar; he then, reaching up, fastened her wrists to the heavy iron ring over her head. Her breasts were against the post; she could not place her heels on the ground. “How dare you place me in this position, Ivar Forkbeard!” she demanded. “I am a free woman!” “Bring the five-strap slave slash.” Said Ivar Forkbeard to Gunnhild. Page 126

NOTE: At this point, Ivar himself whips Hilda. Her hair is first placed over her shoulder, baring her back.

The first stroke threw her against the post; I saw the astonishment in her eyes, then the pain; the daughter of Thorgard seemed stunned; then she howled in misery; it was only then that she realized what the whip might do to a girl. “I will obey you!” she screamed. “I will obey you!” Ivar Forkbeard, experienced in the disciplining of women, did not deliver the second stroke for a full Ehn. In this time she screamed, over and over “I will obey you!”. Then he struck again. Her body, again, was struck against the post; her hands twisted in the binding fiber; her entire body rubbed on the post, in agony, pressing against it; tears burst from her eyes; she was on her tiptoes, pressing against the post; her thighs were on either side of the post; but the post did not yield; she was fastened to it......(she gets 20 strokes, considered quite light)...The beating had been, though light, quite adequate to its purpose, which was to teach her, a captive, the whip. No female forgets it. Page 127 and 128.

Tied over an ice block in the ice shed
NOTE: Hilda would not willingly beg to come to Ivar’s furs.

“Ottar, Gorm,” said the Forkbeard, “Take her to the ice shed. Leave her there, bound hand and foot.” Page 131

NOTE: Hilda stays there for more than two Ahn. Here is her condition.....

She lay on her side, in misery, across great blocks of ice; she could lift her head and shoulders no more than six inches from the ice; she could draw her ankles toward her body no more than six inches; small chips of wood, in which the ice is packed, clung about her body; she was bound, hand and foot, her wrists behind her, her ankles crossed and tied. Two ropes prohibited her from struggling to either a sitting or kneeling position, one running from her right ankle across the ice to a ring in the side of the shed, the other running from her throat across the ice to a similar ring on the other side of the shed. “Please,” she wept. Her teeth chattered; her lips were blue. She lay before us, on her back. “Please,” she wept piteously, “I beg to be permitted to run tot he furs of Ivar Forkbeard.” Page 132.

Lashed to the main mast
“She was naked, except for the Torvaldsland collar of black iron on her neck, with its projecting ring....riveted collar of black iron, with the projecting ring, so useful for running a chain through, or for padlocking, or linking on an anvil, with a chain. The southern collar, commonly, lacks such a ring....”Marauders of Gor pg 166

Branding
Branding is the first thing a Torvaldslander will do to a bond-maid. Collaring is next. The Torvaldsland brand is a half circle with a slash through it, described in more detail below.

“She, moaning, was seized by a fellow and thrown on her belly over the peeled log. Two men held her upper arms; two others her upper legs. A fifth man, with a heavy, leather glove, drew forth one of the irons from the fire; the air about its tip shuddered with the heat. “Please, my Jarl,” she cried, “do not mark your girl!” At a sign from the Forkbeard, the iron was pressed deeply into her flesh, and held there, smoking for five Ihn. It was only when it was pulled away that she screamed. Her eyes had been shut, her teeth gritted. She had tried not to scream. She had dared to pit her will against the iron. But when the iron had been pulled back, from deep within her flesh, smoking, she, her pride gone, her will shattered, had screamed with pain, long and miserably, revealing herself as only another branded girl.” Marauders of Gor pg 86.

“The brand used by 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 width, and the diagonal line 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 woman whose belly lies beneath the sword.” Marauders of Gor pg 87

Coffle
This is an excellent way of transporting newly captured bond-maids from their point of origin to the chilly north. It's difficult to steal just one, without strangling the others.

A long length of binding fiber fastened from throat to throat on the slaves’ collars.

Binding Fibre
No Gorean puts binding fibre over shoes or hose. The female can wiggle out of that. *grin*

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