New Year in Torvaldsland, By Arealius the Scribe

 

This Gorean Fan Fiction was generated using MetaAI. 

Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles.

Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman




New Year in Torvaldsland


By Arealius, Scribe of the Port Olni Caste of Scribes.


In the bustling village of Iron Hall, Young Merchant Arealius, known to friends and foes as "Ar," had established himself as a shrewd trader and was the newly appointed warehouseman for the High Jarl of the village. His success was cemented after helping High Jarl Baine repel a Kur raid and tracking down the offending beast. The villagers celebrated their victory with an unhinged party in the Long Hall.


Ale and mead flowed like water as Torvaldsland warriors danced with reckless abandon, their beards and braids swinging wildly. Arealius, reveling in his newfound fame, quaffed ale and laughed alongside the Northmen. Jay, his stunning silk slave from Port Kar, mesmerized the crowd with her exotic dances and captivating smile. Jay was the first kajira Ar had owned to this point and had come with him even though he had been ordered to surrender her to the city kennel at Port Kar when he was expelled from the caste of scribes and the city. 


Within Iron Hall's Long Hall, the night's revelry knew no bounds. Torvaldsland warriors, merchants, and villagers mingled, fueled by ale and mead. The air thickened with laughter, music, and lust.


On a raised platform, Jay's dance mesmerized the crowd. Her silk garments shimmered, accentuating every curve. Warriors clapped, whistled, and tossed coins, which she deftly caught. Arealius, proud of his prized kajira, beamed.


Jay's dance mesmerized the Long Hall crowd. Her silk garments shimmered, accentuating every curve. Each step, each gesture, exuded sensuality.


Her hips swayed like a southern breeze, drawing gasps from the Torvaldsland warriors. Fingers traced the intricate patterns on her midriff, teasing the fabric. Eyes locked onto hers, burning with desire.


Jay's gaze darted to Arealius, concern etched on her face. His ale-glazed eyes sparkled, but his nods grew slower. Fear crept up her spine: if he passed out, she'd be at the mercy of these men.


Gunnar, the burly warrior, watched with intensity, his hands resting on his belt. His eyes roamed Jay's body, hunger in his gaze. Nearby free women whispered, their faces flushed.


Jay's dance quickened, desperation creeping in. She twirled, silk fabrics fluttering, as she searched for Arealius's attention. But he laughed, lost in conversation.


Gunnar stepped closer, his voice low, "You're a true southern beauty, Jay." His hand reached out, tracing her arm.


Jay's skin crawled. She pleaded with her eyes: Arealius, protect me!


But her master's gaze drifted, unfocused. Jay's heart sank. She knew the Torvaldslanders' reputation: ruthless, passionate, and unyielding.


With each passing moment, Jay's dance became more frantic, her movements wild. Sensuality masked her terror. Gunnar's eyes burned brighter, his hands inching closer.


Arealius's head nodded forward, chin dipping toward his chest. Jay's world narrowed to a single thought: escape.


In a final, desperate bid, Jay danced closer to Arealius, her body swaying, imploring him to stay awake, to protect her. But his eyes fluttered closed, lost to the ale's embrace.


Gunnar's grasp closed around her waist, pulling her close. Jay's horror was palpable. She knew she was doomed.


As the night deepened, inhibitions vanished. Couples stumbled into dark corners, their laughter and moans mingling. A warrior grasped a villager's bond, spinning her around for a drunken kiss. Her laughter echoed through the hall.


Gunnar, now shirtless, flexed his massive arms, enticing Jay to touch his muscles. She hesitated, glancing at Arealius, who encouraged her with a nod. Jay's fingers traced Gunnar's tattoos, earning roars of approval.


The Long Hall transformed into a chaotic, hedonistic playground. Arealius, lost in ale and camaraderie, neglected Jay's growing unease. Her master's casual surrender to Gunnar's desire would prove devastating.


Gunnar, the burly warrior, grasped Ar’s kajira’s waist, pulling her close. His hands roamed, earning giggles from nearby women. Jay's eyes darted to Arealius, pleading for rescue, but her master's ale-glazed gaze missed her distress.


Gunnar's meaty fingers wrapped around Jay's slender waist, pulling her into his expansive chest. His eyes gleamed with lust as he whispered in her ear, "You're as lovely as a southern sunset, Jay." His breath reeked of ale and smoked meats.

Jay's eyes widened, searching for Arealius, but her master was too engrossed in laughter and conversation. Gunnar's hands roamed, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs, his fingers brushing against the silk of her garments. Nearby village free women, bonds and villagers alike, giggled and whispered among themselves.



One, a buxom Torvaldsland woman, called out, "Gunnar, you'll have her melting like snow in the sun!" Another, a striking red-haired freewoman, chimed in, "Show us, Jay, the dances of hot blooded silkies!”

Jay's face flushed, her eyes pleading with Arealius for intervention. But her master, oblivious to her distress, quaffed ale and laughed with High Jarl Baine. Gunnar's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Jay's waist.

"Come, Jay," Gunnar growled, his voice low and husky, "let's show them the passion of the south." He dragged her closer, his lips inches from hers.

Jay's gaze locked onto Arealius, desperate for rescue. But her master's ale-glazed eyes sparkled with amusement, unaware of Gunnar's intentions. The warrior's hands continued their exploration, sending shivers down Jay's spine.

In that moment, Jay felt betrayed, her trust in Arealius shattered. She realized she was nothing more than a commodity, a pleasure object to be shared among men. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Gunnar's lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Master, please..." she whispered, her voice lost in the din of laughter and music.

Arealius, still grinning, waved his hand, "Take her, Gunnar! May her southern charms warm your northern bones!"

Jay's heart sank. She knew she was doomed. Gunnar's grip tightened, and he steered her toward the shadows, away from the revelry. The last thing she saw was Arealius' laughing face, oblivious to her despair.


Nearby, High Jarl Baine regaled guests with tales of battle conquests, his beard quivering with excitement. A bond, bound to a wooden pillar, watched with wide eyes as warriors took turns spinning her around, her rough garments fluttering.




A cluster of Torvaldslanders surrounded a massive ale barrel, drinking directly from its spout. One, stumbling backward, knocked over a nearby candelabra, igniting nearby tapestries. Shouts and laughter erupted as flames danced across the fabric. 


As the first light of dawn crept over Iron Hall, the revelry slowly dissipated. Exhausted guests stumbled out, seeking rest. Arealius, arm-in-arm with High Jarl Baine, vanished into the night, unaware of Jay's flight and impending tragedy.


As the night wore on, inhibitions vanished. A burly warrior, Gunnar, stumbled toward Arealius, eyes fixed on Jay. "Give me this southern beauty for the night, Ar!" he bellowed. Arealius, drunk and caught up in the merriment, casually waved his hand. "Take her, Gunnar! May her southern charms warm your northern bones!"




Jay's eyes widened in horror as Gunnar dragged her away. She begged, kissing Arealius's feet and calves, but her master's laughter and ale-dulled senses rendered him oblivious to her anguish.


The night descended into chaos: warriors wrestling, bonds squealing, and ale horns shattering. Arealius stumbled out, arm-in-arm with High Jarl Baine, singing a raucous sea shanty.


Morning brought harsh reality. Arealius woke, head pounding, with no memory of Jay's fate. He stumbled through Iron Hall, inquiring about his missing kajira. A warrior, still nursing a hangover, mentioned seeing Jay fleeing toward the main gate.


Arealius's confusion turned to panic. "Jay! Where are you?" He rushed toward the gate, his stomach churning with foreboding. The bridge creaked beneath his feet, and his eyes scanned the chasm below.


And then, he saw her. Jay's lifeless naked body lay on the rocky floor, her beauty extinguished. Arealius's world crumbled.




"Jay, no!" he screamed, falling to his knees.


The climb down was treacherous, but Arealius had to reach her. Hours passed, though it felt like an eternity. Finally, he cradled her cold body in his arms.


"Why, Jay? Why did you run?" he whispered, tears streaming down his face.


His mind replayed the previous night's events. Gunnar's desire, his own intoxication, Jay's pleas... He had failed her as her master. He was supposed to protect her. 


Arealius' failure to protect Jay weighed heavily on his conscience. He had betrayed her trust, disregarding his responsibility as her master.


"Now, I've lost her," Arealius thought, anguish overwhelming him. "My negligence, my intoxication... I've failed you Jay, and myself."


Arealius threw himself into his work, managing the trade post and warehouse with precision. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, his heart ached. Everywhere, he saw men with their bond maidens, playful flirtations and tender moments reminding him of Jay.

The memory of her purchase price, and countless hours training her to his exacting standards haunted him. Her loss felt like a void, impossible to fill.

Days turned into weeks, loneliness his constant companion. Arealius wondered if he'd ever find another like Jay.

One afternoon, while inspecting goods, Arealius heard anguished screams. Outside a nearby barn, a Torvaldslander mercilessly whipped his bond maiden. Tied to a log, she lay on her belly, belt strikes raining down.


Arealius rushed toward them, horror etched on his face. "Enough!" he thundered, waving the Torvaldslander back.

The peasant paused, chest heaving, eyes blazing. "Mind your own, merchant," he snarled.

Arealius stood firm. "I'll buy her from you. Name your price."

The Torvaldslander sneered. "She's worthless now. Five coppers."

Arealius handed over the coins, and the warrior released the girl. Arealius cradled her broken body, gently lifting her onto his shoulder.

As they parted, the Torvaldslander warned, "If I see her near my farm again, she dies."

Arealius nodded, his heart heavy with responsibility. He took the girl to his quarters, tending her wounds, and nursing her back to health.

Her name was Thora, and her eyes, though battered, held a spark. Arealius sensed potential, reminiscent of Jay's fire.

Thora's healing was a gradual process, her physical wounds mending faster than the emotional scars. Arealius tended to her needs, providing gentle care and comfort. Initially, Thora flinched at his touch, eyes darting toward the door, expecting cruelty.


As days passed, Arealius's kindness and patience chipped away at her defenses. She began to trust his intentions, though her gaze still held suspicion. Arealius understood; trust would take time.


Thora's thoughts swirled with confusion. This southern merchant, Arealius, was different from the rugged Torvaldslanders. His soft speech, gentle hands, and concerned expression bewildered her. In Kassau, she'd heard tales of weak, indulgent southern men.


"Why would this man, a merchant, bother with a broken slave like me?" Thora wondered.

Arealius soon discovered Thora's sharp intellect and mischievous streak. She'd often test boundaries, pushing limits to gauge his reactions. He smiled, recognizing the spark within.

One evening, as Thora's strength returned, Arealius asked about her past. Her voice barely above a whisper, she shared her story: taken in a raid from Kassau, sold north, and failed as a field slave due to her defiant nature.




Arealius listened intently, empathy etched on his face. "You're safe now, Thora. I promise."

Thora's gaze searched his, seeking sincerity. For the first time, she saw a glimmer of hope.

As the nights passed, Thora's wariness softened, replaced by curiosity. Arealius's southern ways fascinated her – his mannerisms, speech, and gentle humor.


"Perhaps," Thora thought, "this weak southern man might be different."



(( This was based on actual roleplay from a number of years ago. When I was younger and inexperienced. Ar the Sailor. )) 


(( Editor’s Note: )) 


On Gor, the procurement and training of kajirae (female slaves) differ significantly between City States and Torvaldsland, reflecting distinct cultural, environmental, and historical influences.

City States, inspired by Bronze and early Iron Age Earth civilizations (e.g., ancient Greece, Rome), emphasize refined, sophisticated approaches:

  1. Selection: Kajirae are often chosen for beauty, intelligence, and skills.

  2. Training: Focus on domestic skills, music, dance, and intellectual pursuits.

  3. Handling: Emphasis on elegance, poise, and obedience.

  4. Marketing: Kajirae are valuable commodities, sold/auctioned in urban markets.

In contrast, Torvaldsland's kajirae procurement and training mirror middle to late Iron Age Earth societies (e.g., Viking Age Scandinavia):

  1. Selection: Kajirae are chosen for strength, resilience, and agricultural skills.

  2. Training: Focus on manual labor, survival skills, and obedience.

  3. Handling: Emphasis on rugged practicality, hardiness.

  4. Marketing: Kajirae are traded/sold in rural markets, often as laborers.

Environmental factors also shape kajirae practices:

City States:

  • Urban environments require specialized skills (e.g., music, dance).

  • Limited agricultural land emphasizes domestic, intellectual pursuits.

Torvaldsland:

  • Harsh, rural environments demand physical strength, resilience.

  • Agricultural abundance requires labor-focused training.

Historical influences:

City States:

  • Ancient Earth civilizations' emphasis on culture, refinement.

  • Sophisticated economies support luxury slave markets.

Torvaldsland:

  • Viking Age-inspired culture values strength, hardiness.

  • Agricultural-based economy prioritizes labor.

These differences reflect distinct societal values, environmental pressures, and historical contexts, shaping the complex, diverse world of Gor's kajirae.

Ownership of kajirae on Gor varies significantly between City States and Torvaldsland, reflecting distinct cultural, economic, and societal norms.

City States

  1. Private ownership: Kajirae are often owned by wealthy individuals, merchants, or nobles.

  2. Luxury and status symbol: Kajirae are valued for beauty, skills, and rarity.

  3. Protection under law: City State laws regulate kajirae treatment, ensuring basic rights.

  4. Sophisticated slave markets: Kajirae are bought, sold, and auctioned in urban centers.

  5. Refined training: Emphasis on etiquette, music, dance, and intellectual pursuits.

Torvaldsland

  1. Family or clan ownership: Kajirae are often shared among family members or clans.

  2. Labor and utility: Kajirae are valued for agricultural, domestic, or manual labor.

  3. Harsh treatment: Physical punishment and strict discipline are common.

  4. Rural, informal markets: Kajirae are traded or sold in local, rural settings.

  5. Practical training: Focus on survival skills, agricultural work, and obedience.

Key differences:

  1. Purpose: City States value kajirae for luxury and status, while Torvaldsland prioritizes labor and utility.

  2. Treatment: City States generally provide better living conditions and protection, whereas Torvaldsland's kajirae often face harsher conditions.

  3. Economic factors: City States' sophisticated economies support luxury slave markets, whereas Torvaldsland's agricultural-based economy emphasizes labor.

These differences reflect distinct societal values, economic systems, and cultural norms, shaping the complex world of kajirae ownership on Gor.

On Gor, restricting or non-restricting Kajirae and bonds refers to the control over their sexual availability, labor, and interactions.

Restricting vs. Non-Restricting

Restricting

  1. Limits access to intimate relations.

  2. Controls labor, tasks, and interactions.

  3. Typically applied to high-value or personal Kajirae.

Non-Restricting

  1. Allows intimate relations with approved individuals.

  2. May involve shared labor or tasks.

  3. Common for lower-value or labor-focused Kajirae.

City States

  1. Private ownership: Restricting is common, ensuring exclusive access.

  2. Slave use contracts: Specify terms as set by the master, including restrictions.

  3. Law enforcement: City guards and magistrates (praetors) uphold contracts.

  4. Social norms: Respect for private property and restrictions.

Torvaldsland

  1. Clan or family ownership: Non-restricting is more common, sharing labor and intimacy.

  2. Oral agreements: Less formal, relying on honor and tradition.

  3. Community enforcement: Clan elders and village councils uphold norms.

  4. Cultural values: Emphasize strength, loyalty, and shared resources.

Enforcement mechanisms:

  1. City States: Contracts, laws, and social norms.

  2. Torvaldsland: Oral agreements, community pressure, and clan honor.

Consequences of non-compliance:

  1. City States: Legal penalties, fines, or loss of reputation.

  2. Torvaldsland: Loss of face, clan repercussions, or physical punishment.

Gorean society recognizes the complexities of ownership and relationships, balancing individual rights with cultural and economic norms.





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