Bondmaids:

Bondmaids are the slaves of the North, particularly in Torvaldsland and serve the Free Men with the title
“Jarl”, not Master.

Bondmaids differ from kajira in several ways. First, the bondmaid is very direct and extroverted in nature.
A bondmaid will rush right up to the Jarls and fawn over them in greetings. It is typical for a bondmaid to
carry a pitcher of ale in their Jarl‘s Hall and go from Jarl to Jarl, serving directly in their laps or pressing
their breasts to the Master. They tend to be known for their playfulness, eagerness, and boisterous
personalities. Similarly, they are less practiced in the “slave paces”. A bondmaid, while still fully trained as
well as kajira in all protocol, will be urged to be more bold and playful, always engaging with the Jarls…
rather then solemn, waiting at the foot of the Master in silence.

Physically, the northern men prefer larger breasted women, and there for most bondmaids tend to be.

There is a general distaste for kajira from the bondmaids, who view kajira as spoiled, pampered, and lazy.

Bondmaids wear the traditional garb of the northern slave called a “kirtle”, which is a full length sleeves
garment of white wool, split to the belly at the neck and up to the hip on either side of the skirt.
Their collars are wrought of iron, hammered and riveted around the bondmaid’s neck by the hammer.
Bondmaids are also branded with the particular icon of the north consisting of a half circle with a diagonal
line tilted at the right, indicating the slave belly lying beneath the sword.

Free Women may be made slaves by tossing them into a “Bondmaid Circle”, either of their own free will or
forcefully. Once they enter, they renounce their freedom and become bondmaids.

Quotes regarding bondmaids:

Bondmaid Spirit:

"I saw people running down the sloping green land, toward the water. Several came from within the
palisade. Among them, white kirtled, collared, excited, ran bond-maids. These, upon the arrival of their
master, are permitted to greet him. The men of the north enjoy the bright eyes, the leaping bodies, the
squealing, the greetings of their bond-maids."
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 82

"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

Gunnhild, angrily, with two hands, jerked her kirtle to her waist, and stood straight, proudly before the
Forkbeard, her breasts, which were marvelous, thrust forward. How magnificent she seemed, the heavy
black iron at her throat riveted. "None of them can please you," she said, "as well as Gunnhild!"
He seized her in his arms and raped her lips with a kiss, his hand at her body, then threw her from
him to the boards of the dock.
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 90

A bond-maid thrust through the crowd. "Does my Jarl not remember Gunnhild?" she asked. She
whimpered, and slipped to his side, holding him, lifting her lips to kiss him on the throat, beneath the beard.
About her neck, riveted, was a collar of black iron, with a welded ring, to which a chain might be attached.
"What of Pouting Lips?" said another girl, kneeling before him, lifting her eyes to his. Sometimes bond-
maids are given descriptive names. The girl had full, sensuous lips, she was blond; she also smelled of verr;
it had doubtless been she whom I had seen on the slope herding verr. "Pouting Lips has been in agony
awaiting the return of her Jarl," she whimpered. The Forkbeard shook her head with his great hand. "What
of Olga?" whined another wench, sweet and strapping, black-haired; "Do not forget Pretty Ankles, myJarl,"
said another wench, a delicious little thing, perhaps not more than sixteen. She thrust her lips greedily to
the back of his left hand, biting at the hair there.
"Away you wenches!" laughed Ottar. "The Forkbeard has new prizes, fresher meat to chew!"
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 89-90

"Splendid!" he cried.
The bond-maids cried out with pleasure, Gunnhild, Pouting Lips, Olga, Thyri and others.
Ottar leaped up, laughing, and raised his ax against the delighted girls.
They fled back from him, squealing and laughing.
"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 * 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
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 101 -102

The bond-maid, Olga, laughing and kicking, thrown helplessly over the shoulder of an oarsman, was
carried past.
I saw several of the bond-maids in the arms of Ivar's men. Among them, too, some trying to resist, were the
new girls. One, who had irritated an oarsman, her hands held, was beaten, crying out, with his belt.
Released, she began to kiss him, weeping, trying to please him. Men laughed. Another of the new girls was
thrown over one of the benches; she lay on her back; her head was down, her dark hair, lon wild, was in the
dirt and reeds, strewn on the floor of the hall; her head twisted from side to side; her eyes were close her
lips were parted; I saw her teeth.
"Do not stop, ~ Jarl," she begged. "Your bond-maid begs you not to stop!
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 108

Attitude towards kajira:

"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. There
is some envy in this charge, I think. More literally, the expression tends to be based on the fact that the brief
slave tunic of the south, the single garment permitted the female slave, is often silk. Southern girls,
incidentally, in my opinion, though scarcely as worked as their northern sisters in bondage, a function of
the economic distinction between the farm and the city, are often worked, and worked hard, particularly if
they have not pleased their masters.
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 144

"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.
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 145

Bondmaid collar, kirtle, and brand:

"'Look up at me,' said the smith. The slender, blond girl, tears in her eyes, looked up at him. 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 lay 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. I
saw the fine hairs on the back of 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, one 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 thumbs, forcibly, pushed a metal
rivet through the three holes. The rivet fits snuggly. 'Do not move your head, Bond-maid,' said the smith.
Then, with great blows of the iron hammer, he Riveted the iron collar about her throat. A man then pulled
her by the hair from the anvil and threw her to one side. She lay there weeping, a naked bond-maid, marked
and collared."
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 87

"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

"She was blond; she was barefoot; she wore an ankle-length white kirtle, of white wool, sleeveless, split to
her belly. About her neck I could see a dark ring."
~Marauders of Gor, pg.81

Bondmaid and Jarls:

'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

"Bail," said the Forkbeard.

The girl went to the opened planking and fell to her knees beside it, the wooden scoop in her hands.
"Return to me," said the Forkbeard, harshly.
Frightened the girl did so.
"Now turn about," said he, "and walk there as a bondmaid."
Her face went white.
Then she turned and walked to the opened planking as a bond-maid. The other bond-maids gasped.
The men watching her hooted with pleasure. I grinned. I wanted her.
~Marauders of Gor, pg. 64

I saw Honey Cake among them, and the Forkbeard’s golden girl, the southern silk girl, too, she laboring as
any other bond-maid. I do not think that in the south she had been forced so to work. She staggered.
"Hurry," said the girl behind her, "or we will be beaten!" The girl moaned, and staggered to the gangplank,
and, slowly, foot by foot, her bare feet pressed by the weight deeply into the rough boards, climbed,
carrying her burden, to the deck of the ship. Among the girls, too, I saw Bera, she one of the Blue Tooth’s
girls, one of several, who had been placed under the orders of Wulfstan to assist in the loading. She was
naked. The other girls, resenting the tunic she had been given, had stripped her. Svein Blue Tooth had
laughed Masters do not interfere in the squabbles of slaves.
~Marauders....chapter 22

Bondmaid circles:

"'Go to the bond-maid circle,' said Ivar Forkbeard, indicating the circle he had drawn in the dirt.
The women cried out in misery. To enter the circle, if one is a female, is, by the laws of Torvaldsland, to
declare oneself 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
Bondmaid beauty:

The bondmaids of Torvaldsland are girls who know their position in life and are greatly different from the
"silk girls of the south". She was a large breasted woman. The men of Torvaldsland are fond of such
women.
~Marauder of Gor p 44.

"Thyri, and other bond-maids, leaped and clapped their hands. How alive and vital they seemed! Their hair
was loose, in the fashion of bond-maids. Their eyes shone; their cheeks were flushed; each inch of them,
each marvelous, imbonded inch of them, was incredibly alive and beautiful.
How incredibly feminine they were, so living and uninhibited and delightful, so utterly fresh, so free, so
spontaneous, so open in their emotions and the movements of their bodies; they now moved and laughed
and walked, and stood, as women, pride was not permitted them; joy was. Only a kirtle of thin, white wool,
split to the belly, stood between their beauty and the leather of their masters."
~Marauders of Gor, pg.100