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Gorean Tavern Slut

Chapter 8

Feminine or women’s culture was blamed for the eventual catastrophe that engulfed most of the world, rightly or wrongly.

The consumerist culture, always seeking after fashionable pretty new things, eventually consuming up nearly all the worlds resources. A popular Gorean saying is ‘If she values the shiny petty domesticity so much let her scrub & polish the rough stones & beat her if they don’t shine.’ Indeed this was a popular saying before slavery became the norm.

 The civilization that emerged post disaster was already very manly& virile, Homeric. It was a warrior, heroic culture in the ports & cities, fed by the peasant economy of the inlands. Indeed most of the warriors activities were the acquisition or control of the farmlands. Though they weren’t serfs or had much of any contact with the cities, trade was controlled by

the & funded the commerce & life cities.

The almost ceaseless low level warfare between cities and ports practised was often quite futile except for the honour & fame won by the contestants. Any territorial gains were soon lost in the ebb & flow of politics & war. Many decisive campaigns were still decided by the single combat of heroes.

Much to the fury of ambitious commanders, who banned the contests but who seemed powerless to suppress them in the fields of war. To the soldiers war was for sport, for fame for heroes, not for a few extra hectares.

One incident on the campaign was said to have started the enslavement of women. Two of his leading heroes had been in an almost constant feud over one of the more attractive camp followers.

So much so that his army was becoming divided into two hostile camps. In front of the assembled soldiers & camp followers the commander summoned both men & the whore. She was quite beautiful he thought as he lopped of her head with one swift strike. He then ordered all the camp followers to be immediately stripped & branded as property of the army, free for any soldier to enjoy. The women were to be sold at the end of the campaign.

This particular campaign was very successful & demanded in tribute from conquered cities not only the usual financial tribute but a levy of the young unmarried women. This set a precedent for other campaigns and more importantly was very popular with the soldiers. Back in the towns and cities owners of whorehouses & pimps, began transferring their assets into slaves & slave dealing. After all their trade & the trade of the camp follower was a useful way of dealing with excess daughters especially of the low families, as the sons went of for war, or to the sea or adventure. Slavery was a financial benefit to both parties, excepting the girl. For reasons of decorum it was decided that slaves from one city should be transported to cities & ports of at least another region or whenever possible peninsular region, this meant girls from say the region that had been Greece, might end up in Italy or Spain, Turkey or Libya etc. the logistics of all this, generated an industry & mini boom of itself & a flourishing of trade.

Eventually leading to the trade in earth or girls from the past.

But even without the slave trade boom there was a creeping misogyny & disdain for feminine values in society. Women were already regarded as feeble in a warrior society,  feckless, fickle without honour. & men had already started to increasingly control & strip them of whatever cultural & historical rights they may have enjoyed. Surprisingly this had not led to resistance but a flourishing of women’s groups devoted to how best to

  obey & enthusiastic discussion of the curtailment of their freedoms to better please their menfolk. Moreover both sexes seemed to flourish, the males revelling in their freedom & the women in their submissive pleasing of the men.

Although this was mutually satisfying to men and some but by no means all women. The harmony incidentally wasn’t the impetus to slavery. That was done purely because women were too week to defend their freedoms. It was decided by men that one sex should serve & please the other, & that it wasn’t going to be them. First born daughters were already being traded between families to cement business & trade relationships. It was a small matter to sell the younger unwanted daughters, effectively disposing of them.

The peasants practised a quite strict polytheistic pantheism. The cities had no such organized religion. The men believed that they would go to an afterlife much like this life. Where they would enjoy a pleasant masculine life of heroic deeds & manly pursuits. This version of Valhalla, or Elysium was for all men. But there was also a place for women as obedient pleasure slaves. He would enter clad in his glory & deeds, transgressions or weaknesses washed away.  Her afterlife was one of complete emotional submission a life of loving submission to her masters. She would not be a person, or even as she is often regarded in this life as an animal. Nor even a thing or object. But

a pleasure to be enjoyed, a sexual pleasure, like the pleasure in the enjoyment of a fine wine, or good food. Her existence would be totally contingent on the pleasure of the masters who enjoyed her.

There was some discussion about punishment & reward, but it was universally agreed that not even the wickedest or craven man could ever merit the retribution of being reduced to a womans status, or lack of status. Interestingly a woman might hope in her secret heart that she might earn the reward of becoming male. So that she may enjoy the pleasure of having  beautiful slavegirls at your beck & call, for your sexual delight. However this was a forlorn hope, she would never be anything more than a slave to her betters. And in her heart of hearts every woman knows she is for his pleasure moreover she wants & aches to be for her

masters pleasure.

In our hearts we know even when free & pampered that, that this dress, this perfume, that makeup, this hair colour, is not to pamper ourselves but for him. We are not worth it, but he is. We long for his

  love, his lust, to be owned by him. & we deserve to be enslaved, owned & under his total domination.


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