John Norman's Gor series is a legend in speculative fantasy, with dozens of titles published over nearly fifty years. It all began innocently enough with 1966's Tarnsman of Gor, but soon got into its degrading groove with sequels such as Slave Girl of Gor, Marauders of Gor, Savages of Gor, and Blood Brothers of Gor and Renegades of Gor. Norman weaves a distinctive classically-themed world where women are enslaved, raped and humiliated. Imaginative stuff! There's even a lifestyle–the Gorean lifestyle!–elaborated by Gor fans so that they might bring the world of Gor to our own, otherwise mundane, reality.
“The Forkbeard, of course, a rude barbarian, was not in the least concerned with the walls which she had, carefully, over years, built to conceal her own needs and desires from herself; he simply shattered them; he had forced her, unable to resist, as only a bond-maid without choice, to look deeply and openly on her own naked needs and desires; then he had used her as a slave; she had yielded to him helplessly, wondrously, laughing, weeping, crying out with joy; the wench, Leah, whom I had won at archery, had tried to resist the Forkbeard; he had her beaten and thrown back to his furs; soon she, too, in her turn, was moaning with pleasure.”
— Marauders of Gor
I'm excited to unearth a few unpublished works, some of them shockingly prescient and relevant to today's market. With a new generation of young men taking such a keen interest in the debasement and domination of women, perhaps a publisher can finally be found for these exquisitely-spun and inspirational works of science fiction.
Clearly the original source material for the game that Popehat reported is currently in development.
Though this volume is undated, Norman, a professor of philosophy, demonstrates a keenly predictive insight what would then have been the distant future of the feminist-infested waters of ludology.
After sword and loincloth, no self-respecting rogue, barbarian or hero would wander far without appropriate headgear.
A fortifying reminder that all of us can find that which is manly, even if it is not naturally within us.
Even on other worlds, the all-powerful matriarchy of self-doubting women can be entranced by a scripted patter of faintly dismissive remarks and physical cues.
Best of all, you can bring the Gorean dream to modern social networking! Twitter, after all, is never better than when meeting the leisure needs of men.
