Goreans - Pulp Fantasy Sex Cult for Unwashed Fatties

God, these guys. When the Kiwi wanderings of Second Life were still happening, @Persovanni and I had a nice trek through a Gorean sim just to say hi. They sperg-raged for a bit at us, and we were swiftly banned. I learned that these people sincerely believe that that is how the real world should be, and I'm happy to say I don't know why, and nor do I want to know why.
 
Good god, the Goreans seem less of a fandom and more of a cult. I knew fandoms can be very autistic but this seems to cross the line into being a cult. It is a way of life for some people, I really really hope they are keeping the children away from this.
The Wolf Den is located in the Seattle, Washington area, adjunct to Crow Haven. My household (both live in and live out) currently consists of myself, my daughter, my grandson, my slave, his babygirl, and assorted non human pets.
Although my search for a slave has come to fruition, I am still acepting applications from those wishing to serve as secondary slaves. Those interested should click here.

I don't know if my household is a "typical" Gorean household or not, but honour, integrity, accountability and personal responsibility are required in it, of free and slave alike, and slaves are held to their station without compromise. I will accept nothing less.

There have been a fair number of changes recently, and things have been a little scattered, but once we are settled down again, we plan to hold some gatherings, as the main gatherings in this area appear to be no longer.

For bio pages or to contact one of us, click on the pictures below.
http://www.goreanliving.com/house.php

I initially became acquainted with "things Gorean" in 1999 because I was much drawn to some of the Gorean "trappings" that I had witnessed, after having been involved in BDSM for about 10 years. I decided I wanted to know more about this, "Gor thing", so I sought out additional information.
As I explored, I found out that the "Gorean Lifestyle", unlike what I had been told by some, was, in fact, NOT a form of Master/slave relationships, nor did it have anything at all to do with slaves, kink, BDSM, or anything of the sort.
I was introduced the actual books and realized that the philosophies found in them really resonated with me. It was something that made sense of how I had always "been".
My reading and involvement with the greater Gorean community led me to a large number of great truths. About myself, about the world around me, about how I had been interacting with others, and much more.
http://www.goreanliving.com/bio_khaos.php

Khaos's page
http://www.metalden.com/gorean.html

She would not actually enjoy being a Gorean slave in real life since the whole point of being a slave is not having free will. Seems like a contradiction.
http://www.seattleweekly.com/dailyweekly/2011/04/gorean_former_slave_dicusses_a.php

At least this community has some lines drawn.

There is a profit to be made off these people. Gorean slave collars for sale.
http://www.ringofsteel.net/

God, these guys. When the Kiwi wanderings of Second Life were still happening, @Persovanni and I had a nice trek through a Gorean sim just to say hi. They sperg-raged for a bit at us, and we were swiftly banned. I learned that these people sincerely believe that that is how the real world should be, and I'm happy to say I don't know why, and nor do I want to know why.
I think this calls for another tour of that crazy land for research.
 
For a moment, I thought this thread was about people obsessed with those guys in Ocarina Of Time that eat rocks.

But yeah, I also think the Gorean thing sounds messed up overall.
They're obsessed with inanimate rocks, though
"Do not ask a Gorean what the Home Stone means because he will not understand your question. It will puzzle him. It is the Home Stone." (Magicians of Gor, p.485-6)

To define the concept of a Home Stone is a difficult, if not impossible, task. It is a cultural concept that resists definition by outsiders and needs no definition within its own society. "But I think, often, that it is a mistake to try to translate the Home Stone into meanings. It is not a word, or a sentence. It does not really translate. It is, more like a tree, or the world. It exists, which goes beyond, which surpasses, meaning. In this primitive sense the Home Stone is simply that, and irreducibly, the Home Stone. It is too important, too precious to mean. And in not meaning, it becomes, of course, the most meaningful of all." (Magicians of Gor, p.485)Thus, it is almost a contradiction to try to define it here, as it may be unfathomable to nonGoreans. But, I shall try to provide such clarification as to the basics of the Home Stone though this may be insufficient in truly defining the concept.

Goreans view their cities as almost living things. They see a city as an entity with a history, tradition, heritage, customs, practices, character, intentions, and hopes. To be "of" a city gives a person a sense of immortality though Goreans know that even a city can be destroyed. This love of their city is invested in the Home Stone, which in many respects is the very soul of a city. The Home Stone is a valuable symbol of sovereignty and territory. The very term "Gor" means Home Stone in all of the languages of Gor. It should also be mentioned that in the books, the term "Home Stone" is always capitalized and separated into two words.

Cities are vitally important to Goreans, far greater than the average Earth person considers his own city or country. "For the Gorean, though he seldom speaks of these things, a city is more than brick and marble, cylinders and bridges. It is not simply a place, a geographical location in which men have seen fit to build their dwellings, a collection of structures where they may most conveniently conduct their affairs." (Outlaw of Gor, p.22) A city is considered to be almost a living entity, one with a past, present and future. It is a complex entity, with many varied layers. "For them a city is almost a living thing, or more than a living thing. It is an entity with a history, as stones and rivers do not have history; it is an entity with a tradition, a heritage, customs, practices, character, intentions, hopes. When a Gorean says, for example, that he is 'of' Ar, or Ko-ro-ba, he is doing a great deal more than informing you of his place of residence." (Outlaw of Gor, p.22) Cities instill great loyalty and pride within their citizenry. As many Goreans rarely travel, their city may be the only location they ever truly know. Thus, the city is the center of their lives, the focal point of their existence. And thus, citizens work hard to defend their city and make it prosper.

A Home Stone is an actual stone and can be of various shapes, sizes, materials and colors. There are no standards for them and a Home Stone could be the most simple and common of rocks. A Home Stone could also be an intricately carved, valuable stone while others simply have a single letter etched into them, often the initial letter of the city. Some large cities have small stones, though the stones are of great antiquity. By tradition, the Home Stone of Ar, allegedly over ten thousand years old, is accepted as being the oldest Home Stone on Gor. Other cities have only recently acquired a Home Stone. For instance, Port Kar only acquired their Home Stone in 10120 C.A., during the events of Raiders of Gor. A rock was picked up off the street and given to Tarl Cabot who then etched the initials of the city into it. Next, he presented it to the people of Port Kar who chose to accept it as their own. The acquisition of a Home Stone can be that simple. Basically, all it takes to create a Home Stone is for someone or a group to choose to have one. When Tarl offered the Home Stone to the people of Port Kar, it transformed them, unifying them when they faced a dire enemy who sought to conquer their city. It may seem like merely a rock, but it is a very potent symbol.

The history of the concept of the Home Stone extends back thousands of years. Its actual origin is unknown but there are some theories as to its creation. It is said that long ago, peasants used to construct circular huts, built around a flat stone. This stone would be carved with their family sign and eventually was called a Home Stone. Thus, each peasant, within his own hut, became a sovereign. "A palace without a Home Stone is a hovel; a hovel with a Home Stone is a palace." (Slave Girl of Gor, p.142) Over time, as communities developed and expanded, the use of Home Stones extended to cover and unite villages, then towns and cities. In a village, the central Home Stone would be commonly placed in the central market area. In a city, the central Home Stone was usually placed freely in the top of the highest tower, often the Central Cylinder, though it was kept well guarded.

There are also several mythical accounts of the origin of the Home Stone. One of the most common of these stories revolves around the actions of Hesius, the mythical first man of Gor.

"One popular account has it that an ancient hero, Hesius, once performed great labors for Priest-Kings, and was promised a reward greater than gold and silver. He was given, however, only a flat piece of rock with a single character inscribed upon it, the first letter in the name of his native village. He reproached the Priest-Kings with their niggardliness, and what he regarded as their breach of faith. He was told, however, that what they gave him was indeed worth far more than gold and silver, that it was a 'Home Stone.' He returned to his native village, which was torn with war and strife. He told the story there, and put the stone in the market place.

'If the Priest-Kings say this is worth more than gold and silver,' said a wise man, 'it must be true.'
'Yes,' said the people. 'Whose Home Stone is it?' asked the people, 'yours or ours?'


"Ours,' responded Hesius.

Weapons were then laid aside, and peace pledged. The name of the village was 'Ar.' (Dancer of Gor, p.302)

Where a man sets his Home Stone down on a piece of land, he is claiming by law that land for himself. "The Home Stone says this place is mine, this is my home." (Magicians of Gor, p.485)The Home Stone is integrally linked to a certain territory, from as small as a tiny hut to as large as a great city. Yet its power extends beyond that territory as well. For a Home Stone can be moved though that is rarely done. It most often occurs when the territory covered by the Home Stone is seriously threatened. Rather than allow the Home Stone to be conquered, taken as booty, the Home Stone may be secreted away. Thus, if a city is attacked, conquered and destroyed, then it may not signal a final death knell as long as the Home Stone survives. For example, when Ko-ro-ba was completely destroyed by an edict of the Priest-Kings, Matthew Cabot retained the Home Stone, thus keeping the city alive. Even though its citizens were scattered all over Gor and no building stood on the spot where the city once was, the survival of the Home Stone ensured that the city still survived. Ko-ro-ba would later be rebuilt around its Home Stone at its original location.

There is a hierarchy of Home Stones as a person could be subject to multiple Home Stones. For example, a man may possess a household Home Stone but also live in a village that possesses its own Home Stone. The common bond of the Home Stone unites its people and they will support and protect all those who share their Home Stone. Even bitter enemies will assist each other to defend a shared Home Stone. "The sharing of a Home Stone is no light thing in a Gorean city." (Slave Girl of Gor, p.394) Some Goreans desire a single supreme Home Stone for all of Gor though such a dream, considering the fierce independence of Goreans, is very unlikely to ever occur. Some people though believe that the Priest Kings possess such a Home Stone, which is also the source of their great power.

The Home Stone is the center of various rituals within the cities such as the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna. Each city has a citizenship ceremony where individuals, who reach the age of intellectual majority, swear an oath of allegiance to their city while touching or kissing the Home Stone. You cannot be a citizen of a city without pledging yourself to its Home Stone and you may not be pledged to the Home Stones of two different cities. You cannot possess such a split loyalty. You can renounce your Home Stone and change your citizenship to another city but this is rarely done. Loyalty to one's Home Stone is firmly engrained in most people so such an idea is almost incomprehensible.

Stealing a Home Stone is a heinous sacrilege and punishable by the most painful and torturous of deaths. But, it is also considered one of the greatest glories to steal a Home Stone from another city. In Tarnsman of Gor, Tarl Cabot stole the Home Stone of mighty Ar. This earned him glory in the eyes of many though the city of Ar wished him to die horribly. Even when Tarl and Marlenus became almost friends, Marlenus could not forgive him for the prior offense of stealing the Home Stone. As Ubar, Marlenus could never do so. The theft of a Home Stone is devastating to a city, almost as if you have torn its very soul from it. It most often means the death of a city, or at least a terrible decline.

But, stealing a Home Stone is not an easy task as it engenders great reservoirs of strength in those who cherish it. "One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone." (Nomads of Gor, p.1) Even a trained warrior would be very wary of the lowest of Castes who were carrying their Home Stone. The loyalty and pride in your Home Stone seems to release floodgates of hidden strengths. When it is directly threatened, a Gorean is able to overcome many obstacles to ensure its safety, ".., for in the vicinity of their Home Stone men fight with all the courage, savagery and resourcefulness of the mountain larl." (Outlaw of Gor, p.29)

A Home Stone unifies the people of a city. It is more important than caste prejudices or other forms of prejudice. It inspires intense loyalty; great enough that most would die to protect it. It is said that: "Indeed, there is a saying on Gor, a saying whose origin is lost in the past of this strange planet, that one who speaks of Home Stones should stand, for matters of honor are here involved, and honor is respected in the barbaric codes of Gor." (Tarnsman of Gor, p.27)This is sometimes taken to an extreme where a man might even be killed if he does not stand out of respect when he speaks of his Home Stone. There is no symbol on Earth that has a similar function to a Home Stone. Patriotism to a flag is but a pale analogy to the Home Stone. Goreans look down on Earth because there are no Home Stone there. They also believe that the lack of a Home Stone means that there are no legal reasons why the people of Earth cannot be enslaved.

"But let me not try to speak of Home Stones. If you have a Home Stone, I need not speak. If you do not have a Home Stone, how could you understand what I might say?" (Fighting Slave of Gor, p.145)

This site contains as much autism as 10 Sonic wikis, even though it's quite outdated:

http://www.gor-now.net/delphius2002/id2.htm
 
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Normally I only poke cows if they come here, but seriously these people need to be bothered (and Weight Watchers, but that's another matter entirely).

At least we don't have to worry about these hambeasts kidnapping anyone. They're too fat to catch any person moving at more than a slow walk.
 
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You got that right. My roommate showed me pics of some the people she roleplayed with, and not one of them, male or female was under 230 pounds.
What is the attraction obese spergs have to Gorean stuff, and kink in general? Is it because they're too fat to perform coitus or oral sex in any of the standard positions, so they have to dream up this geeky roleplaying nonsense?
 
Wait, if the books' setting is "sword and sorcery" fantasy, you'd think their diehards would simulate more than just the bizarre gender roles if they wanted to live the fantasy out. What would the fun be of being "Gorean" if there weren't monsters or aliens around to fight? You might as well role-play Lord of the Rings without invoking magic, orcs, or anything else from Middle Earth. It's an oddly incomplete form of escapism.
 
Wait, if the books' setting is "sword and sorcery" fantasy, you'd think their diehards would simulate more than just the bizarre gender roles if they wanted to live the fantasy out. What would the fun be of being "Gorean" if there weren't monsters or aliens around to fight? You might as well role-play Lord of the Rings without invoking magic, orcs, or anything else from Middle Earth. It's an oddly incomplete form of escapism.

As the series went on, Norman dropped more and more of the esoteric sci-fi/fantasy elements and the books devolved into poorly written erotica. He initially invested a substantial amount of work into the worldbuilding of the setting in the earlier parts of the series with designing the geography of the world, the alien wildlife and plants, all these different fictional nations/civilizations and their cultures, ethos, and technologies etc, but his self-insert and the other recurring characters ended up hanging out in a tiny corner of the whole fantasy setting where they had uninspired sex and lectured each other on the awesomeness of slavery.

So the source material is definitely there, but the bulk of the series doesn't delve deeply into it and it's often buried under the endless stream of erotica to the point that all the (sometimes surprisingly unique) worldbuilding elements end up being relegated to background fluff. That's my impression, anyway, from skimming about 5 books out of the 33.
 
Good god, the Goreans seem less of a fandom and more of a cult. I knew fandoms can be very autistic but this seems to cross the line into being a cult. It is a way of life for some people, I really really hope they are keeping the children away from this.

http://www.goreanliving.com/house.php


http://www.goreanliving.com/bio_khaos.php

Khaos's page
http://www.metalden.com/gorean.html

She would not actually enjoy being a Gorean slave in real life since the whole point of being a slave is not having free will. Seems like a contradiction.
http://www.seattleweekly.com/dailyweekly/2011/04/gorean_former_slave_dicusses_a.php

At least this community has some lines drawn.

There is a profit to be made off these people. Gorean slave collars for sale.
http://www.ringofsteel.net/


I think this calls for another tour of that crazy land for research.
http://www.goreanliving.com/house.php#bios

This site looks like Geocities 1998 AD...

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biopic_khaos.jpg


biopic_ramina.jpg

I feel sorry for the children, though, why do they have to live with such fucked up parents? :(

Wait, if the books' setting is "sword and sorcery" fantasy, you'd think their diehards would simulate more than just the bizarre gender roles if they wanted to live the fantasy out. What would the fun be of being "Gorean" if there weren't monsters or aliens around to fight? You might as well role-play Lord of the Rings without invoking magic, orcs, or anything else from Middle Earth. It's an oddly incomplete form of escapism.
Let's just say it's for the same reason many Bronies do not care much at all about friendship, love and tolerance, but quite a lot about pastel horse orgies. Whatever the fandom, some are only in it for the hankypanky, and in the case of Gor the hankypanky aspect was very pronounced to begin with.
 

https://sites.google.com/site/anjasspookywritings/a-demostration

(This is a Dragon Age fanfiction, it is just written for fun, I do not own the setting and have no rights to it, all honor to the creative people that actually made this great setting which can be found in Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age 2 and in several books, RPG games and other materials.)

A Demonstration On The Dangers Of Temptation

Jason glanced at the woman that rode beside him, she appeared so fragile, just by looking at her you would think she could not harm a fly, long, flaming red hair framed a heart shaped, pale face, her eyes where the color of the sea near the coast of Amaranthine and her shape was waif like speaking of elf blood in her lineage, perhaps the source of her magic. Yes few would think this beauty a danger to anyone, but Jason knew, Jason knew that if she had not been riding next to him where he could keep her powers in check she could tear a man apart or burn him to a cinder as easy as looking at him if she so choose.

The young Templar pulled on the reins of his horse, it was time to stop for the night, it had been a long and hard journey to finally find this apostate and he could need both rest and a warm meal before continuing on the way back to the Circle his company watched over to deliver this woman to them so she could live out her life a prisoner, kept safe from the hate of men and in turn the world would be safe from her, well live out her life that was if she passed her harrowing, however that little detail was not Jason's concern, his job was to get the red haired mage there, not deciding her fate.
"This is a good place to rest for the night, we need sleep and the horses need water."
Jason announced as he jumped off his brown mare and went over to the young apostate to help her down as well, with her hands in chains getting on and off her mount could be quite a task.
"I wonder Ser Canaan, is really traveling across half the world to drag me away to the Circle worth the effort? I am a seamstress I cause no harm to anyone, I can not help, nor do I apologize for the gift of magic I posses, it was the Maker's gift upon my birth just as surly as green eyes and healthy legs where, and it is a gift I have never used for harm, tell me Templar, what crime have I committed by my very existence that justify you dragging me away to imprisonment or perhaps to my death or worse?"
Jason put one strong hand on either side of the mage girl's slender waist and lifted her down from her horse, somehow, for some reason he could feel is pulse quickening when he breathed in the scent of her fiery hair, quickly he put the mage on the ground and took a step back to purge himself of such desire, yes as a Templar he was allowed to seek female companionship, but this was a mage, and not just that, the girl was an apostate!
"You have done no crime that I know of Serah Goldhaagen, however your powers are dangerous, what do you think would happen to for example the patrons of your dress shop if you became possessed. Now do not worry woman, if you are as pure as you say you will pass your harrowing and be accepted as a member of the Circle, you will have both training, security and a far more luxurious life than a seamstress salary could have ever bought you, now go an sit down on that log over there and I will get a fire started, we have been riding all day, you must be hungry Serah,"
The young mage sighed but obeyed.
"It is not luxuries I want Ser, it is the freedom to live my own life."
The red haired apostate shrugged and it glinted in her eyes.
"Oh and I could help with setting that fire you know."

One hour later the Templar and his charge had eaten a hot meal, some of Jason's rations warmed over the roaring campfire, and night had finally won out over day and darkness surrounded the small clearing. Jason put the wooden bowls and spoons he and the mage had been eating with back into his saddle bags as he turned to glance at his young charge.
"Get up against that tree Serah Goldhaagen, I can not risk you running away you will have to sleep as best you can while tied to it. I am sorry girl but that is how it have to be, it is only me here to keep watch and I can not do that while sleeping, I will make sure the fire have enough fuel to last all night long so that you at least will not freeze."
The red haired mage glared at her Templar captor but she did not protest, with a defiant look in her eyes she rose to her feet and walked over to the tree Jason indicated and sat down.

Jason Caanan found a rope from his saddle bags and begun to twist one end around his captive's fragile looking wrist, making sure he did not harm her as he went about his task, Jason after all did not wish the young mage woman any ill, he just wished her off the streets so her cursed powers could not harm anyone, halfway through securing one of Serah Goldhaagen's wrist however the apostate jumped him, flicking her wrist she twisted out of her unfinished bonds and sent a fist flying into her captor's guts, then she pushed him aside and ran. Jason was taken completely by surprise, he had not expected the mage to attack with her fists, he had been so busy subduing her magical powers he had not foreseen the slip of a girl to be able to fight. Swearing like a drunk sailor Jason staggered to his feet to give chase to the fleeing mage.

Ser Canaan was a fit and strong man and even in armor his legs took him quickly through the underbrush and over rocks as he pursued his quarry, but the red haired apostate was nimble on her feet and seamed to have much better night vision than Jason himself had, there was a chance the mage would have been able to slip away in the night, however nimble as she was Natalia Goldhaagen where a seamstress having lived a reasonably comfortable city life while Jason Canaan was a career soldier used to running with his armor, his gear and a wounded comrade on his back, had the Maker favored the young apostate she might have escaped, but the Maker rarely favored mages now did he, so before long Jason managed to run Natalia to the ground and begun to drag her kicking and screaming back to their makeshift camp.
"That was a mistake mage."
Jason hissed.
"I could kill you now and no one would blame me, it is my right to take your life should I deem it necessary, I am brining you back to the Circle because I think you can be saved. However like far to many of your kind you do not appreciate the Order's generosity, you selfishly long for freedom no matter how you endanger with your magic. I will not tolerate your attempt to escape, however I still think you can be saved, I will not kill you, but for this rebellion you must be punished!"


Once Jason had gotten his apostate prisoner back to the campsite he threw her to the ground and stood towering over her.
"Undress!"
The Templar ordered, Natalia looked up at her captor, fear and anger in her sea green eyes.
"Excuse me Messere?"
Jason's glowed hand grasped the hilt of his blade.
"You have one choice at this point Serah Goldhaagen, obey or die, which do you prefer?"
Natalia hesitated for a moment, she looked into the Templar's blue eyes but saw only steel in their sky colored depths, without answering she begun to unbutton her dark gray, embroidered wool dress, removing garment after garment until she stood in the cool night air in just her lace shift.
"The undergarment to."
Jason ordered, Natalia blushed and looked away.
"But...I have nothing under it ..."
Jason drew his blade an inch from it's scabbard.
"I am alone on this mission Serah Goldhaagen, I can not risk a rebellious mage, forgive me Ser Natalia, if someone of my brothers or sisters where with me to back me up then I could afford greater risks, but since they are not I have to know you will obey me, that I can control you, or I will have to end your life. Now do not fear Serah, I am a trained swordsman, the cut will be quick and merciful, you will feel little or no pain."
Natalia threw herself on the ground by the Templar's feet, lifting her slender arms pleadingly towards him.
"No please Messere, do not kill me, I will obey."
The Templar nodded and let his blade slide back into it's scabbard.
"Good, I would hate to spill the blood of a young woman who have bright future ahead of her in the Circle, a bright future that is if she learns her place quickly."
Trembling now the apostate rose to her feet and pulled her shift over her head and let the lacy garment fall to the ground. Jason had to suppress a gasp when he saw the now fully naked mage stand before him, Natalia had milk white skin, well shaped hips and small but round breasts. Her long, red hair where held in a complex braid and pinned in place on her head but a few strands had come loose during their chase through the woods and thees fiery locks now softly caressed the mage's ivory white beauty, the Tamplar felt his manhood rise and become hard in his uniform pants at the sight of such a gem. Swallowing and taking a deep breath to get himself under control Jason marched over to his captive, brining the rope he had used before with him.
"Give me your hands mage!"
Jason ordered and then bound the fragile apostate's wrists together in front of her all the time fighting with himself not to allow her beauty to mallow his resolve to do what had to be done.

Five minutes later Natalia had been hung by her hands from the same tree her captor had tried to tie her to earlier, the rope that bound her crossed wrists had been tossed over a branch and then the make had be hoisted up so only the tips of her toes reached the ground, the rope had then been secured around the trunk of the tree. The Templar had then spent a few moments searching the ground for small, hard pine cones which ha had strewn under the mage's naked feet so not only where most of her weight painfully on her wrists and shoulders but she would find no relief from her toes on the ground as her remaining weight pressed the little hard pine nuggets into her flesh. Natalia where already whimpering and moaning from this very uncomfortable position by the time Jason had fetched his riding crop from the saddle bags.
"It pains me to do this Serah Goldhaagen, but you leave me little choice. My Order have found that pain can be a skilled teacher for errant mages, it teaches you not to repeat your mistake, and besides perhaps a good beating will drive a bit of that rebellion from your bones, now prepare yourself apostate!"
Natalia begun to protest but she did not get more than a few words out before the first kiss from the whip hit her naked flesh and the protests became cries of pain, a second strike followed and a third. Again and again Jason let the leather riding crop fall, each strike where hard, intending to teach this young make the obedience she would need to survive. Angry red welts arose on Natalia's while back and her crises resonated around the forest.
"Please Messere, stop...I till...agggggh...not try to escape again, just please stop...please....aahhhh!"
Natalia cried, but Jason knew he could show no mercy, this mage was a dangerous beast and the only way to keep the world safe from dangerous beasts where to tame them.

When Jason's viscous beating had finally drawn blood on Natalia's back and the formally white skin on her back, bottom and thighs where a mess of red, blue and purple welts the Templar turned his attention to the apostate's front, first he let the leather of his whip kiss the front of Natalia's tights, then her belly and then he begun to whip her breasts. The apostate screamed like possessed when the crop left red marks across her tender breasts, her screams became sore sobs and whimpers. To finish up the beating Jason stepped back and looked at the sobbing, broken mage and ordered.
"Spread your legs wide Serah, five more strikes and your punishment is over, but those five strikes will land on your womanly parts."
The apostate where to tired and in to much pain to protest, shifting awkwardly her bonds she found new footing, her legs now apart exposing a small hairy area surrounding a little pink slit.
"This will be the worst strokes to bare mage, brace yourself."
Jason warned then he swung his riding crop and landed a strike right between Natalia's legs, the young apostate scream like mad. Jason swung the whip again and landed a hard strike on Natalia's clitoris. The mage screamed again and half closed her legs.
"Aggg...no...no..."
She pleaded. Jason was tempted to show mercy but he knew he could not, mages had to be handled sternly for the good of all.
"Spread your legs apostate!"
Jason growled. Natalia, to fearful to refuse did as ordered and spread her legs again. Jason let leather kiss the mage woman's clitoris a second time, and a third, then he delivered the last blow of the beating, the hardest yet directly to Natalia's sex, the mage gave an inhuman scream and fainted.

Jason stood watching his beautiful charge, for some reason his manhood was throbbing so hard it was painful at the sight of the young woman hanging helpless by her wrists from a three, beaten and broken with tears streaking her beautiful face. Jason wanted the young apostate so much, wanted to feel her flesh wrapped around him, but he knew he had to restrain himself, sure while the Order frowned upon Templars abusing their charges little would happen, in his word against that of this young apostate none would believe her side of the story and even if an indescression could be proven there would be few consequences for him, Jason where in effect free to do whatever he pleased with the young mage in his care, however the young Templar believed in honorable conduct, he would go over to Serah Goldhaagen, help her down, look over her bruises and cuts to see if any of them needed treatment and then lay out some blankets for her to rest on, she would have learned her lesson by now, Jason was sure about it.

The Templar loosened the rope around the tree trunk and begun to lower Natalia down to the ground when the mage woke up. Fear, pain and terror burned in her magnificent eyes.
"Come Serah Goldhaagen, let us get you dressed, I will make you some tea against the pain and you should rest, now do not fear, the punishment is over now, if you obey me and behave I promise I will not hurt you again young mage, you can rest easy."
Natalia lifted her head, she swallowed a few times to get some moisture to her sore throat, then she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
"You are a monster, what is blasted wrong with you Templars. I am born with a gift, and for that an for wanting the freedom to not live locked away in some fortress or tower you find it necessary to threaten to kill me, and to torture me, how can you live with yourself Messere, I have never caused anyone any harm, I have always been a good daughter, a good friend, a good neighbor, I am a hard worker and hoped to one day open my own tailor shop, I lead a simple, modest life, do you begrudge me that so deeply?"
Jason could see the resentment in Natalia's eyes and he sigh, shaking his head sadly.
"You live a modest life Serah Goldhaagen, I have no doubt you are good woman, that is why I have taken you captive and not killed you as I normally would have done with an adult magic user who have never been trained by the Circle. However let us forget blood magic and possession and other dangers with mages for a moment, can you deny that you are more powerful than the average man or woman? Had I not been a Templar with my magic dampening powers you could have ripped me apart at will. In the old days one mage alone would at time decimate armies. You where born to power sweet child and as we all know power corrupts, just look at the mage rulers of the Tevinter Empire and how they terrorize the population with their evil powers, remember Serah mages in their arrogance tried to usurp the Maker, it is easy to get corrupted with the powers you have."
Natalia sigh and shake her head.
"By that reason Ser Canaan anyone who is stronger than someone else, anyone born into nobility, anything with any ounce of any type of power is dangerous and corrupted, even you, do not your Templar training and your holy powers set you above the scope of normal men."
Jason nodded.
"You are right Ser Natalia, look at the nobels, at fighting men, see how many are corrupted and abuse their positions and skills to take advantage of those weaker then them, the problem is that a mage's power and a mage's potential for destruction is so much greater than that of a mere noble or a warrior, your kind did nearly topple the Maker, do you not see Serah Goldhaagen, you are a good woman, but how long until something temps you to use that power you posses, how long will you be content as a mere dressmaker?"
Natalia did not answer but her defiance shone in her eyes and Jason sigh.
"I see, I will have to demonstrate my point to you then. I will demonstrate corruption. I have desired you since I first met you Ser Natalia, and while raping you is frowned upon, the consequences for me are minor. I am put in this position of power over you and I can no longer stand it. I consider myself to be a good man Serah Goldhoogen, but faced with this power, the power to just take what I want from you with no fear of punishment I falter, this power corrupts. But as I use your body mage remember this, I will be hurting you, humiliating you, raping you, but all in all the damage I do is small, one terrible evening for one girl, but a mage now faced with the power you posses, the damage you can do if good people as you are ever tempted to abuse your power is horrific in scope. Tell me when this ordeal is done mage, tell me when you have seen one good man fall to temptation that it is not better that a good woman spend her life in semi captivity to hold her much greater power in check last she encounter something she want as badly as I want to show my cock into your cunt and fall to temptation like I am doing now tonight."

Natalia's eyes grew wide with fear and shock but Jason allowed her no time to respond, with one hand he undid the buckles that held his armor in place and shed that and his pants freeing his massive cock. Jason lifted Natalia off the ground and pressed her up again the tree they had been standing against then he pushed himself upwards to ram is twelve inch penis straight into Natalia's cunt. The mage screamed as the monster cock forced it's way into her womanly hole. Jason felt the smooth surface of the apostate's virginity pressing against his manhood and with one powerful thrust he broke though it. Natalia howled in agony and Jason felt a stream of hot blood flow out of the mage's vagina and down his leg. The warm, slick feeling of the mage's virgin blood drove Jason crazy and he begun to pound up into the apostate's cunt, holding her the way he did, while it was straining, allowed Jason allot of control and he handled Natalia as if she where a rag doll, letting her fall down to meet each thrust of his huge, eager cock. Natalia where moaning and screaming the whole time as she was ripped by the Templar's huge manhood, muttering pleas for mercy between screams of pain, luckily for Natalia however Jason could not keep the vicious pounding up for long, he was to aroused and soon he buried himself to the hilt in the mage's bleeding cunt and screamed himself as his throbbing cock filled his prisoner with his burning, hot seed.

Jason sank to his knees, spent after the violent lovemaking, Natalia slid of his now flaccid manhood and curled into a ball, sobbing, the Templar however was not quite done with the mage yet, he had to impress on here how quickly it where to fall to temptation, and if he a mere mortal man who only had the temptation of a pretty woman at his side he could rape and abuse without any consequences could cause tis much pain and suffering, what could not pretty Natalia who had both the power of magic at her beck and call and also had to contend with the temptations she would meet in the fade end up doing? Jason grunted as he got to his feet and stood over his sobbing prisoner, part of him felt compassion for this terrified young woman, she was beaten and raped, but he told himself this was for her own good, an important lesson to be learned and so he bent down and grabbed a hold of Natalia's flame red hair and pulled her to her knees, pressing his blood and semen stained cock towards her lips as he did so.
"Look mage what a mess you have made, you better clean that up!"
The apostate glanced up at her captor, there where still defiance in those green eyes and she kept her lips sealed shut.
"Do you want another round with the whip mage?"
The Templar threatened. Natalia close her eyes and sigh as she resigned herself to the situation.
"No, please Messere, do not beat me again."
Jason grinned.
"Then clean of my cock Ser Natalia!"

The mage hesitantly opened her lips and Jason thrust his now soft penis inside, his man flesh soon hardened however when he felt the warm softness of Natalia's mouth and throat, slowly the Templar begun to to fuck his charge's face, he was in no hury as he wanted to enjoy this.
"That is right mage, lick it, suck on it, ahhh..."
Jason moaned, now and again he thrust himself all the way down Natalia's throat to see her gag, slowly the Templar increased his phase until he was violently fucking the mage's mouth, holding her by her fiery locks so he could drive himself to the hilt in her throat with every thrust. Natalia moaned and gagged and fresh tears begun to steam down her pretty face, Jason felt a new load begin to build up in private area so he pulled his now rock hard member out of Natalia's mouth, the mage had other parts he wanted to enjoy as well and he did not want to spend himself, not just yet.

Jason pulled the apostate to her feet by her bound hands and dragged her over to a large boulder which had served as his seat when the two of them had taken supper earlier in the evening, now the rock would serve a different purpose. Jason forced the naked mage to bend over the rock and he begun to caress her red striped back and buttocks. Natalia whimpered when the Templar touched her tender whip marks, Jason smiled and muttered.
"You are so beautiful Serah, and tonight you are mine, now you have one more hole I have not yet enjoyed, brace yourself mage, this might hurt."
Natalia begun a fearful protest but Jason did not listen to her, he positioned his hard manhood at the rose bud entrance to the mage's anus and begun to push in. The young Templar's flesh lance where large and Natalia's back door entrance where small so it took some strength to force himself inside, the mage gave a guttural scream as Jason forced himself to the hilt in her anus. The Templar grunted and pulled back until only the purple, egg sized head of his manhood was inside his prisoner's ass then he violently thrust into her again, enjoying the smooth silky feel of the tight hole and Natalia's screams of agony. Again Jason pulled back and thrust in, and again, building up a rhythm of even increasing speed, he could feel a bit of blood flowing out around his cock as his violent intrusion broke Natalia's ass, but it did not matter, most likely it was just a smalled tear, caused by the to large man flesh intruding where nature did not intend for it to be and if the cut was to deep he could always allow the mage to heal herself, right now however the blood provided lubrication so he could fuck Natalia even harder.
"Oh please...nooooooo! Aghhh....it hurt so....so badly....stooop....oh please stooop....I will do anything....aaaaaiiiiiigggggghhhh!"
Natalia screamed, Jason however was only more aroused by her pleas for mercy. In and out, in and out, Jason thrust his 12 inch monster cock brutally into the mage's tender asshole then pulled back and thrust again, each time his member impaled her Natalia screamed again and gasped new pleas, the combination of the tight flesh hugging his manhood and the sense of power as he fucked the helpless woman bent over the rock before him soon drone Jason over the edge, he gave one more powerful thrust to bury himself completely in Natalia's score asshole then his scream joined those of his prisoner as he violently came inside of her.

Jason sank down to the ground completely spent, Natalia remained bent over the rock, moaning and subbing as her asshole twitched to try to recover from the violent treatment, streaks of blood and semen ran down her slender legs. Jason reached up and pulled Natalia down to him until she lay across his thighs.
"I am soon done with you Serah Goldhaagen, I have however one thing I have always wanted to do with a woman, and now I will do it with you, but rest assured your ordeal is soon over Ser Natalia, I think you have soon learned the lesson on the danger of temptation that I am trying to teach so just hold on a little longer and this will be over and then you have my word, I will not hurt you again unless you defy me."
Jason had moved one of his hands to caress Natalia's butt as he spoke, now he was fingering the sore entrance to her asshole. The young Templar let one finger slide into the abused hole, he was rewarded by soft whimpering from Natalia, soon another finger followed, and a third. For a while Jason was content to just slowly finger fuck his prisoner with three fingers, getting her soft, damp hole used to the feeling of them, soon however a forth finger was pushed into the mage's ass and now Natalia really started the whimper, the pressure of those four finger had to be torture in her already score and abused asshole, it would get worse later however as Jason begun to push his thumb into Natalia's ass.
"No...Messere, please...agg...please...it hurts."
The mage panted in fear and pain. Jason continued to press his fist slowly into her asshole but he felt a twinge of compassion for his victim.
"Relax Serah Natalia, easy now, it will soon be over, now just try to relax."
Jason said in a calm, reassuring tone as he got to the widest part of his hand across the knuckles. Jason had been fascinated by fisting for a long time and he had tried it with some of his lovers, the sessions had always ended at this point however as the women could no longer stand the pain, the young mage across his knees however had nothing to say about the matter so Jason just took a good hold of her sweaty body to steady her and applied the pressure necessary to force his fist into Natalia.

The sensation was incredible, soft, vulnerable flesh locked around his entire hand. Natalia had screamed then fained as the Templar's fist went in, the pain being to much for her, that was a shame Jason thought as he had wanted more of her reaction however he would not let it stop him. Slowly the young mage hunter begun to move his hand inside of Natalia's ass, soon he had built up a rhythm and where fist fucking her, score whimpering from the mage indicated he had finally woken up again, Jason moaned himself has he felt his cock becoming hard again. Jason wrapped his other arm around Natalia waist and lifted her to lay her over the rock she had been bent over before, then he begun to press his manhood into her asshole beside his had, the mage found her voice to scream again, her ass where already stretched to the max but to have to endure her captor's huge cock as well had to be extremely painful.

Jason wrapped his hand around his own flesh inside of the mage's abused ass and begun to play with himself, moving his hand first slowly and then more violently has jerked himself off inside of Natalia. The mage made guttural screams of agony as her back door hole had to endure enormous amount of stretching as her tormentor violently gave himself a hand job inside of her. Jason felt pleasure like never before has he worked on himself, knowing how much his jerking of hurt Natalia, and getting a kick out of having the power to do this to her.
"Ahh, yes take that mage bitch, I am going to spray my seed in your ass again, say you love this, say it bitch!"
Jason screamed has he worked his on flesh like never before.
"Say it or you will not like the punishment I will give you."
Natalia had stopped screaming at this point, her voice was to hoarse, fearfully she begun to whimper out the words, to afraid of what Jason might do to her to resist.
"I love you....ahhhgg....jerking off in my...ass Messere...I like hurting for you Master."
Natalia's pain filled mutterings drove Jason over the edge, with a scream he begun to spray the mage's insides again before he pulled out both his dick and his hand and sat on the ground trying to recover.

Jason spent almost ten minutes before he could stand, he was just so spent, so content, he had Natalia clean off his dick with her mouth and then he went to warm some water to get cleaned up, first he washed his hand and dick carefully then he helped Natalia to lay down next to the fire. The mage where not resiting anymore, she was in to much shock and pain and she was only softly sobbing as Jason wet a cloth in the warm water and begun to wash blood, semen and sweat from the apostate's body.
"There we go, easy now mage it is over. However have you learned the danger of temptation from all this."
Natalia sobbed again and nodded.
"Yes Messere."
Jason carefully turned Natalia over so he would was her ass and check to see how wounded her asshole where, it was red and sore with some tears here and there but even if it was spasming and where slowly and painfully drawing itself together it did not seam to be to badly damaged, washing over it however drew fresh whimpers from Natalia.
"There...there you are going to be all right...and have you learned from all this that you need to be controlled, need to obey the Templars and the Circle so that your own temptation will not unleash dangerous magics on the world."
Jason asked, again Natalia nodded and looked at the Templar through her tear filled eyes.
"Yes Messere."
Jason put a blanket over Natalia and another he folded up and placed under her head like a pillow.
"And have you learned to to defy the Circle?"
Natalia nodded weakly.
"Yes Messere Canaan."
The Templar patted his charge on the head, sliding his hand down her soft, fiery weaves.
"That is good, and do not fear Serah, this is not Kirkwall, you really will get a good life and as much freedom as it is possible to give a mage, you might even be allowed to continue your profession as a seamstress, your future is not so grim, now sleep Serah Goldhaagen, you need to rest to be strong enough to travel tomorrow...shh...shh all is well now."

Jason kept watch as his apostate prisoner cried herself to sleep, exhaustion eventually winning over despair, he knew he had to sleep to and he no longer feared Natalia would try to run, she had been properly cowed, any woman be she elf, dwarf, human or mage could be named with a hard cock and a man who knew how to use it. Soon the apostate where sleeping, Jason stood to put some more wood on the fire, and before he went to get his own bedroll he stood over the sleeping mage, whipped his cock out and jerked himself off, spraying his semen all over her tear streaked face as if to sign his work, then he lay down, wrapped himself in his blankets and drifted off into peaceful sleep dreaming of more ways he could abuse this mage if she ever dared to disobey him again, Jason really hoped he had not yet tamed all that defiance out of her for the road back to the Circle was long and the pleasures one could get from an errant apostate where many.
 
They're obsessed with inanimate rocks, though


This site contains as much autism as 10 Sonic wikis, even though it's quite outdated:

http://www.gor-now.net/delphius2002/id2.htm
So, their most sacred custom is derived from a story about a guy getting ripped off by insects? That's pretty lame.

I've heard of these people before, mainly about their weight problems and BDSM obsession.

Now that I think of it, I could see this shit appealing to some of the manosphere/neoreactionary types.
 
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