Bond quotes...

[rachelle{MacBain}]

'Look!' cried Pudding. 'A silk girl!' The expression `silk girl!' is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold."
Marauders of Gor, pg.144

[apple{JMB}]

ok after a conversation that apple and pia and Ubar Kull had in Kassar today and looking at quotes... and I came across this page that stated so clearly what apple wanted to get across ao i will post it here to give every one the better idea of t he bondmaid... ( which does also include pia loverly quote).....

Bondmaids differ in many respects from their southern counterparts. Foremost, they are not commonly pampered, nor formally trained in the arts of dance or pleasure; but are subsequently known to be well-rounded, adaptable and multi-skilled. Daily tasks for a bondmaid may include tending field crops, gathering wood or seeing to the domestic livestock of their owner in addition to the cooking, cleaning and serving of the Jarls in the evenings.

on some reflection on when Ubar Kull asked sis to dance and she replied that she doesnt dance has nevre learnt to dance I feel this statement above covers that nicely bonds are well rounded but formal training in the like of dance is not necessarly given and for rp aspects would very much be up the any bonds Jarl as most slaves generally as a rule come from the south or variouse regions around the planet other than north .... for example a slave women who were already a southern kajria would most likly be able to dance


In addition to simply completing these tasks, bondmaids are equally expected to be superb and quick in doing so. One might also be reminded that a lazy bondmaid; is a useless bondmaid, and in the North, punishments are swift and harsh.

"It needs more salt," he had said to her. She shuddered. "Do you think you are a bond-maid of the south?" he asked. "No, my Jarl," she had said. "Do you think it is enough for you to be pleasant in the furs?" he asked. "Oh, no, my Jarl!" she cried. "Bond-maids of the north must know how to do useful things," he told her.
"In the north, my pretty maids," Ivar assured them, " the burdens you carry will be more prosaic, bundles of wood for the fires, buckets of water for the hall, baskets of dung for the fields."
"Olga," he said, "there is butter to be churning in the churning shed."
"Yes, my Jarl," said she, holding her skirt up, running from the place of our exercises.
"Gunnhild, Pouting Lips," said he, "to the looms."
"Yes, Jarl," said they, turning, and hurrying toward the hall. Their looms lay against its west wall.
"You, little wench," said Ottar to Thyri.
She stepped back. "Yes, Jarl," she said.
"You," he said, "gather verr dung in your kirtle and carry it to the sul patch!"
"Yes, Jarl," she laughed, and turned away. I watched her, as she ran, barefoot, to do his bidding. She was exquisite.
"You other lazy girls," cried Ottar, addressing the remaining bond-maids, "is it your wish to be cut into strips and fed to parsit fish ?"
"No, my Jarl!" they cried.
"To your labors!" cried he.
Shrieking they turned about and fled away.
Of course, differing so, southern and northern girls have harsh opinions of one another. In the South bondmaids are looked at to be nothing more than bumpkins, dolts and field workers; no better than a bosk. And in the North, the southern girls are seen as nothing more than pampered, spoiled dolls.

"Look!" cried Pudding. "A silk girl!" The expression "silk girl" is used, often, among bond-maids of the north, to refer to their counterparts in the south. The expression reflects their belief that such girls are spoiled, excessively pampered, indulged and coddled, sleek pets, who have little to do but adorn themselves with cosmetics and await their masters, cuddled cutely, on plush, scarlet coverlets, fringed with gold.

"High-farm girls!" she whispered, as she passed the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard. In the south the southern slave girl commonly regards her northern counterparts as bumpkins, dolts from the high farms on the slopes of the mountains of Torvaldsland; she thinks of them as doing little but swilling tarsk and dunging fields; she regards them as, essentially, nothing more than a form of bosk cow, used to work, to give simple pleasure to rude men, and to breed thralls.
"Cold fish!" cried out Pudding. "Stick!" cried out Pouting Lips.
The silk girl, passing them, did not appear to hear them. "Pierced-ear girl!" screamed Pouting lips.
The silk girl turned, stricken. She put her hands to her ears. There were sudden tears in her eyes. Then weeping, she turned away, her head in her hands, and fled after her master.
The bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard laughed delightedly. The Forkbeard reached out and seized Pudding by the back of the neck. He looked at her. He also looked at Pouting Lips, who shrank back. He turned Pudding's head. "You wenches," he said, "might look well with pierced ears." "Oh, no, my Jarl." Wept Pudding. "No!" "No," wept Pouting Lips. "Please, no, my Jarl!"

The golden girl regarded Thorgard of Scagnar with horror. Then, eyes terrified, she regarded Ivar Forkbeard, of Forkbeard's Landfall. "You are mine now," said the Forkbeard. Then he said to Honey Cake, "Take my new slave to the pen."
"Yes, Master," she laughed. Then she took the golden girl, the southern girl, by the hair. "Come, Slave," she said. She dragged the bound silk girl, bent over, behind her. "I think," said Ivar Forkbeard, "I will give her for a month to Gunnhild, and my other wenches. They will enjoy having their own slave. Then, when the month is done, I will turn her over to the crew, and she will be, then, as my other bond-maids, no more or less."

Enjoying the beauty of their bondmaids the Jarls of the North do so love to flaunt their property, not only to excite the envy of others and brighten their own vanity, but because these vivatious bondmaids of the north love every moment of it.

There was no mistaking that the girls that followed the Forkbeard, or "Thorgeir of Ax Glacier," were bond; to better display his pets, and excite the envy of others, the Forkbeard had had his girls drop their kirtles low upon their hips, and hitch them high, that their beauty might be well exhibited, from their collars to some inches below their navels, and, too, that the turns of their calves and ankles might be similarly displayed; I would have thought that they might have groaned with humiliation and attempted to hide themselves among us, but, instead, even Pudding and Thyri, they walked as proud, shameless bond-maids.


"I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure."


and this is within the book of Marauders of Gor

[apple{JMB}]

thought I would toss around a few more quotes while apple was at it lol ...

"She stood very still, facing the couch, at its foot. She was a bond-maid. She was property. She was owned. 'Force me,' she whispered. Bond-maids know they are chattel, and relish being treated as such. Deep in the belly, too, of every female is a desire, more ancient than the caves, to be forced to yield to the ruthless domination of a magnificent , uncompromising male, a master; deep with in them they all wish to submit, vulnerably and completely, nude, to such a beast."
Marauders of Gor, pg. 136


hope that gives you all a over view of some things any questions please ask apple

"'My Jarl,' she asked, frightened, 'is it the second taking of the Gorean master, to which you intend to subject me?' 'Yes,' I told her. 'I have heard of it,' she wept. 'In it,' she gasped, 'the girl is permitted no quarter, no mercy!' 'That is true,' I told her. We lay together, silently, I holding her, she against me, chained, for something like half of an Ahn. Then I touched her. "She lifted her head. 'Is it beginning?' she asked. 'Yes,' I told her. 'May a bond-maid beg one favor of her Jarl?" she asked. 'Perhaps,' I said. She leaned over me. I felt her hair brush my body. 'Be merciless,' she whispered. 'Be merciless,' she begged. 'That is my intention,' I told her, and threw her to her back."
Marauders of Gor, pg. 137


the same as a above quote the full thing in this instance

"I noted that the bond-maids of Ivar Forkbeard attracted more then their expected share of attention. They were quite beautiful, from collars to low bellies, and the turn of their legs.
'Your girls walk well.' I told Ivar. 'They are bond-maids,' said he, 'under the eyes of strange men.' I smiled. The girls wore their kirtles as they did not simply that the riches owned by Ivar Forkbeard might be well displayed, the better to excite the envy of others and brighten his vanity, but for another reason as well; the female slave, knowing she is slave, finds it stimulating to be exposed to the inspection of unknown men; do they find her body pleasing; do they want it; is she desired; she sees their looks, their pleasure; these things, for example, do they wish they owned her, she finds gratifying; she is female; she is proud of her allure, her beauty; further, she is stimulated by knowing that one of these strange men might buy her, might own her, and that then she would have to please him, and well; the eyes of a handsome free man and a slave girl meet; she sees he wonders how she would be in the furs; he sees that she, furtively, speculates on what it would be like to be owned by him; she smiles, and, in her collar, hurries on; both receive pleasure.
'When we return to Forkbeard's Landfall,' said the Forkbeard, 'they will be better, for having looked, and having been looked upon.'"
Marauders of Gor, pg.151

In the crowd, too, much in evidence, were brazen bond-maids; they had been brought to the thing, generally, by captains and Jarls; it is not unusual for men to bring such slaves with them, though they are not permitted near the law courts or the assemblies of deliberation; the voyages to the thing were not, after all, ventures of raiding; they were not enterprises of warfare; there were three reasons for bringing such girls; they were for the pleasure of men; they served, as display objects, to indicate the wealth of their masters; and they could be bought and sold.

Male thralls turned the spits over the long fire; female thralls, bond-maids, served the tables. The girls, though col-lared in the manner of Torvaldsland, and serving men, were fully clothed. Their kirtles of white wool, smudged and stained with grease, fell to their ankles; they hurried about; they were barefoot; their arms, too, were bare; their hair was tied with strings behind their heads, to keep it free from sparks; their faces were, on the whole, dirty, smudged with dirt and grease; they were worked hard; Bera, I noted, kept much of an eye upon them; one girl, seized by a warrior, her waist held, his other hand sliding upward from her ankle beneath the single garment permitted her, the long, stained woolen kirtle, making her cry out with pleasure, dared to thrust her lips eagerly, furtively, to his; but she was seen by Bera; orders were given; by male thralls she was bound and, weeping, thrust to the kitchen, there to be stripped and beat-en; I presumed that if Bera were not present the feast might have taken a different turn; her frigid, cold presence was, doubtless, not much welcomed by the men. But she was the woman of Svein Blue Tooth. I supposed, in time, normally, she would retire, doubtless taking Svein Blue Tooth with her.
marauders....chapter13

[Joe MacBain]

Good and now people will know what I have already demanded from My bondmaids -smiles- welcome to Gor and the rich complexity that the regions bring, HAI TORVALDSLAND!

[rachelle{MacBain}]

HAI TORVALDSLAND!!

oh! and my Jarl .. its known in all over Gor now.. ( well at least the Kassar Camp)
that Jarl Joe, High Jarl of Hulneth, Owns girls with brains!