#gor on earth

[kajirus]

He takes out a penis gag. It doesn’t look big.

Holding it to my lips He simply waits.

I open.

It feels enormous and then the strap is buckled and tightened and it’s just barely tickling my gag reflex.

As I acclimate to the gag He drills a hole in the side of the plastic tub and tips it over and pushes me inside.

I’m crammed in helpless and out comes a clear medical looking mask. It goes over my mouth and nose with a small hole by my mouth to suck air through. He covers the hole showing me the rest of the mask is airtight.

Then a long thin plastic tube is attached to the hole. I can barely breathe. He pinches the end of the long tube with his thumbnail so it’s barely open. I feel dizzy. I can barely suck in any air and spots form before my eyes and get bigger as sweat coats my body.

He lets it go and I’m back to barely sucking in air.

Threading the tube through the newly drilled hole He pinches it almost closed again. I am totally under control.

He puts the tub on a dolly and closes the lid.

In the darkness I suddenly realize the air is cut off again and I come close to passing out.

The message is clear.

I faintly hear things in the twisted painful darkness of the tub.

I feel moving like the dolly is being wheeled around.

I can hear faint conversations and then maybe I’m in the elevator going down.

Then wheeled some more.

Then a feeling of being picked up and put down.

A big ‘thunk’ sound.

And then motion.

Like I’m in a car.

Being driven.

As I realize this it gets harder to breathe again.

Like the tube is being blocked.

Green spots fill my vision and get bigger and bigger until…..

[pulpsandcomics2]

Outlaw of Gor by John Norman (Ballantine, 1980) cover by Boris Vallejo

[gameraboy2]

Outlaw of Gor, In the Chronicles of Counter-Earth #2 by Boris Vallejo

[thehauntedrocket]

The Chronicles Of Counter-Earth by John Norman

Art by Robert Foster

Ballantine Books (1972/1972/1973)

[okcoolthanks]

PAUSE WAIT EARTH IS FUCKING DESTROYED AND THEYRE ON A DIFFERENT FUCKING PLANET SLASH SOLAR FUCKING SYSTEM

AND THEYRE ONLG JUST NOW MENTIONING THIS ON EPISODE FUCKING SEVENTEEN. ON SEASON TWO

FUCKING WHAT

[bitegore]

"generic" but kind of interesting fantasy that then later reveals itself to be utterly batshit hard sci-fi so similar to fantasy as to be almost indistinguishable my beloved

[tenderloincherub]

W. K. C. Guthrie, A History of Greek Philosophy I The earlier Presocratics and the Pythagoreans

[jiggolo]

ok hold on I'm continuing this. Seethe majority of the homesfuck rp was actually fun. like ok yeah it was crigny but I was also like. 11? so you have to give me a break. also it made me not want to kms at the time. the gay clubs were NOT fun andwere awful BUT I got amber out of it. so maybe they're even?

[night-dark-woods]

ID. an edited christmas card, showing an ape of some sort leaping onto the back of a white-furred yeti-type beast to attack it, blood trailing from where its claws dig in. both of them are grimacing with edited-on blurry faces. edited text below reads, "Season's Greason's."

wheres seasons greasons

[celabi]

hm.. dad scummy mouche…hm I’m going to get him pregnant hm.

i feel like, no matter how many years have passed since scaramouche has evolved into a proper man and has some what [not really] outgrew his scummy teenage and early adult years, he still gets a little embarrassed around you. like, no matter how long you’ve been married, or how many times you’ve seen him nude, he can’t help but look away shyly when he catches you staring, or sigh shakily when you compliment him. so, he’s glad that he’s got his little helper to help him express his love to you on the days where he’s feeling just a little embarrassed.

thirty years old. no longer this scrawny teen with pimples and greasy hair, no. he has stubble on his chin, tattoos on his arms, piercings in his ears…and yet he gets nervous around his wife, and bribes his daughter with ice cream, to compliment her for him.

scaramouche hums when he feels a little tug on his pants, and when he turns his head down to see what it is now; he meets the eyes of his little girl, who stares back up at her dad with gleaming cheekiness. he smiles, and wipes the dish soap off his hand and on the fabric of his shirt before bending down and scooping her up into his arms. she beams happily, reaching up to tug on his purple hair. “daddy! mama told me to say to you… ‘thank you’ and that she thinks you’re very um, gor—jus? as well!” her little grubby hands tug on his locks with more force then she probably realises, and he can slowly start to feel a headache coming along from how hard she’s pulling. “she’s right! you are gor—jus daddy!” she swings her feet, twisting and turning the strands of his hair between her little fingers.

“hm, not as gorgeous as mommy, though…” he sighs wistfully, staring blankly at the wall. the little girl in his grasp playfully gags at the look in her fathers eyes. “dad! that’s so gross! don’t you think you love mommy a bit too much…?” her chubby fingers moves to poke at his cheek, which drags him back down to earth.

he shakes his head in slight, “no, mommy likes it.”

“are you sure? mommy probably thinks you’re weird with how much you look at her…”

he frowns, “yeah, okay… that’s enough of that.” and bends down to place her back to the floor, making her huff and puff in disbelief. he sighs, rubbing his temples: “how about instead of poking fun at daddy… you go and tell mommy that I think she looks pretty, and that i’ll make dinner for us tonight.” he shoulders sag, making him chuckle as he lightly pats her head. “aw again? your cooking blows, and mommy is gonna get sick of you if you tell her that all the time…”

he tuts, and shakes his head. “yeah right… she had all of her life to get rid of me, i’m not going anywhere, anytime soon… so suck it.” he teases lightly, flicking her forehead, which has her scowling.

“ugh, dad you stink so much!” she stomps her little feet as she runs off. “this is why mommy always stops to say hi to mr.capitano at school!”

“huh?! she does what now?!”

scaramouche likes to think he’s a good influence on his daughter, but his wife digresses.

scaramouche watches as his daughter pulls you by the hand and towards the front door, where she carelessly flops on her behind and raises her legs up into the air, shoes dangling off her feet. “please tie my shoes mama!”

he sighs, leaning his cheek in his palm. a cozy little home with both of his favourite girls… life is good, he thinks, and mentally pats his past self on the back for having such amazing rizz… [stealing your underwear and chewing your gum had really paid off]. the sounds of tiny feet padding along the floor pulls him out of his thoughts, makinghim look down, where his little girl is beaming back up at him with her arms stretched, waiting for her hug. heof course does, and bends down to pick her up, where her head flops onto his shoulder. “bye papa, see you after school!” so energetic, so early in the morning… scaramouche doesn’t know how she does it. either way, he huffs, and moves his hand up to smooth down her hair, ridding the knots and strays caused by her excitement.

“have a good day, baby… and remember what I told you? if any of those nasty boy teachers smile at mommy when she drops you off… tell them that your daddy kills people.”

“got it, dad!”

[systlin]

So gor is in the same solar system as earth and are like fantasy medieval tech wise right? So there's nothing stopping earth from your scifi of choice coming in, vaporizing the kings and slave holders, and fixing shit?

(Still dont really know what goes on in it but im joining you in hatred)

The one thing keeping this from happening are the Priest Kings, which are ten foot tall gold insects that look like an ant fucked a praying mantis and their love child fucked a wasp. They are very technologically advanced and keep Gor at medieval levels for, supposedly, human's own good

I call horseshit. I think they're afraid of earth because they COULDN'T stop Earth from doing exactly this. There's only like 200 pk's left and their tech is slowly failing. They canonically actively work to keep humans divided and distracted and hurriedly try to quash any findings about Gor.

They claim this is for the good of humans because we aren't ready to learn that, but I think it's because they've learned that there is fucking nothing that will unite humans like one common thing to be pissed off at.

@nichristi is writing this actually and it fucks hard

[kajirus]

In walks a dark skinned woman on all fours.

She slinks her way in, a black fuzzy tail flicks back and forth over her back.

It seems to have a life of its own as it moves.

It seems to be ending in her asshole.

The hair on her head is cut very short and she wears a headband with black cats ears with bright pink on the inside.

She is walking on hands and knees. Her legs bent and bound with black belts that can barely be seen. The kitty girl pauses and raises a paw. Her hands are covered in black kitty paws that match her skin tone perfectly and the bottoms show pink pads.

The kitty makes the bell on her collar ring and then rubs her side on my bound legs and purrs and meows.

In walks a casually dressed woman in keds, jeans, white tshirt and blue baseball cap. Her hair drawn in a pony tail through the back.

The room seems to freeze.

Everyone walks to her at once talking and hugging her. The kneeling slaves go to kiss her sneakers. The Father and Son give her hugs and talk at her. I take her in until she sees me looking and then I lower my eyes.

“Mom, thank you for coming home early I just want to sh…”

“Shhhh dearest, I can see what you’ve brought. It is big, but that can be a good thing.” She walks up to me taking off both gags and putting a finger under my chin to raise my head up.

“Interesting potential,” She says after a moment, “definitely a natural slave.”

The son looks triumphant and she continues “sometimes the willing are the hardest to break… long strong legs, good sized cock, needs more muscle tone but that’s easy enough… full time pony or hybrid?”

“I’m thinking hybrid.” The son says

“I agree. Has it eaten today?”she asks.

“Only this morning so not for several hours.”

“Good.” She turns to the redhead and brunette slaves. “ It can have water but no food today or tomorrow. Leave it where it is overnight.”

Then she turns to me, and says “Meet my gaze.”

It’s hard to look in her blue eyes they are so powerful and prodding.

She holds up a mirror showing me the brand “This marks you as property. It is deep and permanent. In a few days , after I’ve broken you, I will allow you to beg for a collar. You will quickly come to learn what it means to be property. You may lower your eyes, slave.”

Turning to her son, “Pierce the nipples deep so the rings can be used as anchors for pony tack. The tongue and septum as well… and the perineum.”

“Mom! That’s too much.”

“Trust me. Oh yes and the higher lobe. To run a chain from the nose to the ear. It is going to look lovely.

[pulpsandcomics2]

Beasts of Gor by John Norman (DAW, 1978)

[pokemonshelterstories]

//How goes geography work in your version of the pokemon world? You mentioned Africa recently (makes sense bc theres no region gor any african country) but do you jave like, galar and kalos being in europe? unova being in north america?

//sort of? really it's more of a "dont think too hard" kind of situation. we know that real world places do exist, so im kind of imagining a larger earth with a sort of...mirrored aspect to it. im not a geographer tho so i kinda just roll with it lol

[pinkniz]

After several days I finally finished him. Dislyte is very dear to me and so its the culture of my country, however I know I will NEVER see costarrican mythology representation so I MADE IT MYSELF

Jeikol is based on the main deity of Costa Rica, the creator god Sibö. Sibö is who made Earth as we know it, who made humans and who taugh humanity everything they needed to survive but before the creation of humanity Sibö liberated the earth from the Ba(demons). Even to this day Sibö still protects us from the Ba and from evil in general. Sibö creates and maintains order.

Visually he was hard to make bc he's only described as "handsome young man" and the only visual examples of him look like this:

But I ended up basing him a lot on Sibö statues, native costarrican clothing and bribri hunters(bribri is an indigenous group of Costa Rica), the gold and jade that appear a lot on precolombine art, I also used Pablo Presbere as inspo given that he was a real indigenous chief that fighted agaisnt the spaniards and a real national hero and his story reminds me of Sibö. I was actually gonna name Jeikol after him but I wanted to give him a name that originated in Costa Rica

I also wanted to show Sibö's imposing presence so I leaned more towards his warrior side, but as for his esper Jeikol I want him to teach others just like how Sibö does gor humanity.

[wisteriahyacinth]

Alright. Somebody better get me a fanfic where Clark Kent and Kara from MAWS trade places.

Clark staying the kind cinnamon bun that he is (cuz that's what happened in the simulation thing and also its adorable how Clark no matter what will always be kind and sweet, i love him so much omfg) , is literally the cutest thing ever. He's smart but sweet... i can't believe im folding gor superman rn.

Like genuinely, he is so cute and squishy in the kryptonian garb. Like... he's so wholesome.

Also, i find it depressing how on earth he feels like he doesn't belong cuz he isn't a human depite being the kindest man alive. But if he did live on krypton, he'd also feel out of place because he's too kind and bbg to be a warrior. I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH UGHHHH