The 3 Moons of Gor and the Moon Dance

In the books Gor is different form earth as it has 3 moons. It has one large moon along with two small moons, Only one moon has a name. it is called the prison moon, this is the closest moon next to Gor. When the 3 moons of Gor are aligned which happen every three months, this is reported in the books to have an effect on Panthers of the Northern Forest. In the books the Panthers become sexually aroused and need to find relief by dancing with captured men.
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In Book 5, Assassin of Gor, Page 170
Tarl mentions that he “looked up and saw the three moons of Gor, the large moon and the two small ones, one of the latter called the Prison Moon, for no reason I understood.”
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Book 28 Kur of Gor
actually begins on this very moon of Gor, the one of its three moons, and its smallest, that called the Prison Moon. It is referred to as the Prison Moon, because, it really is a prison. It’s a prison maintained by the Priest-Kings.
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The Panthers hardly ever saw men and would avoid them for fear of being made captive, however if they came across men and had opportunity to capture Men they would to sell them on their docks as slaves to passing ships for trade for goods such as arrows , axes and food.
If the Panthers have men as captives during the time of the 3 moons in alignment they would keep the men for their dances,
The Panthers would take the men bound and naked to a place in the forest and tie them to a stone and dance round them in a circle in the moon light, the Panthers would become excited and would tear off there clothes.
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Captive of Gor Book 7 Pages 127 – 128
The girls seemed restless, short-tempered, irritable. I saw more than one looking at the moons. “Verna,” said one of them. “Quiet,” said Verna. The file continued its journey through the trees and brush, threading its way through the darkness and branches.
“We have seen men,” said one of the girls, insistently. “Be silent,” said Verna. “We should have taken slaves,” said another, irritably. “No,” said Verna. “The circle,” said another. “We must go to the circle!”
Verna stopped and turned. “It is on our way,” said another. “Please, Verna,” said another, her voice pleading.
Verna regarded the girls. “Very well,” she said, “we shall stop at the circle.” The girls relaxed visibly.
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Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 128
I was nothing with these proud, free, dangerous, brave women, these independent, superb, un-fearing, resourceful, fierce felines, panther girls of the northern forests of Gor. They were swift, and beautiful and arrogant, like Verna. They were armed, and could protect themselves, and did not need men. They could make men slaves, if they wished, and sell them later, if they were displeased with them or wearied of them. And they could fight with knives and knew the trails and trees of the vast forests. They feared nothing, and needed nothing.
They were so different from myself. They were strong, and un-fearing. I was weak, and frightened. It seemed they were of a sex, or breed, other than, and superior to my own.
Among such women I could be but the object of their scorn, what they despised most, only Kajira.
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Captive of Gor Book 7 Pages 129 – 130
I saw two of the girls looking up at the moons. Their lips were parted, their fists clenched. There seemed to be pain in their eyes. “Verna,” said one of them. “Silence,” said their leader.
It was no accident that we had stopped at this place. One of the girls whimpered. “All right,” said Verna, “go to the circle.” The girl turned and sped across the carpeting of leaves. “Me, Verna!” cried another. “To the circle,” said Verna, irritably. The girl turned and sped after the first. One by one, with her eyes, Verna released the girls, and each ran lightly, eagerly, through the trees.
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Captive of Gor Book 7 Page 131
After some hundred yards I came to the edge of a clearing. It was some twenty-five to thirty yards in diameter, ringed by the lofty trunks of Tur trees. The floor of the clearing was lovely grass, thick and some inches in height, soft, and beautiful. I looked up. Bright in the dark, star-strewn Gorean sky, large, dominating, seemingly close enough to touch, loomed the three moons of Gor.
The girls of Verna’s band stood about the edge of the circle. They did not speak. They were breathing deeply. They seemed restless. Several had their eyes closed, their fists clenched. Their weapons had been discarded.
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Captive of Gor Book 7 Pages 132 – 135
Then she threw back her head, moaning, and reached up, clawing for the moons of Gor. The other girls, too, responded to her, whimpering and moaning, clenching and un-clenching their fists. The first girl began to writhe, crying out, stamping in the circle. Then another girl joined her, and another, and another. And then another!
Stamping, turning, crying out, moaning, clawing at the moons, they danced. The first girl, throwing back her head to the moons, screamed and tore her skins to the waist, writhing.
Then, for the first time I noticed, in the center of the circle, there were four heavy stakes, about six inches in height, dark in the grass. They formed a small, but ample, square. I shuddered. They were notched, that binding fiber might not slip from them.
The first girl began to dance before the square.
Another girl, crying out, tore her own skins to the waist and clawing, moaning, writhing, approached the square. Then another and another!
And then the first girl tore away her skins and danced in her golden ornaments beneath the huge, wild moons, on the grass of the circle, before the square. I could not believe my eyes. I shuddered, fearing such women.
Then suddenly, to my amazement, Verna cried out in anguish, a wild, moaning, anguished cry, and threw from herself her weapons and tore away her own skins and leaped into the circle, turning, and clawing and crying out like the others. She was not other than they, but first among them! She danced savagely, clad only in her gold and beauty, beneath the moons. She cried out and clawed. Sometimes she bit at another girl or struck at her, if she dared approach the square more closely than she. Writhing, enraged, but fearful, eyes blazing, dancing, they fell back before her.
She danced first among them, their leader. Then, throwing her head back, she screamed, shaking her clenched fists at the moons. And then, helplessly, she threw herself to the grass within the square, striking at it, biting and tearing at it, and then she threw herself on her back and, fists clenched, writhed beneath the moons.

One by one the other girls, too, violently, threw themselves to the grass, rolling upon it and moaning, some even within the precincts of the square, then throwing themselves upon their backs, some with their eyes closed, crying out, others with their eyes open, fixed helplessly on the wild moons, some with hands tearing at the grass, others pounding the earth piteously with their small fists, sobbing and whimpering, their bodies uncontrolled, helpless, writhing, under the moons of Gor.
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Hunters of Gor Book 8 Pages 137 – 139

The girls now knelt about me, in a circle. They were silent. I looked up at the large, white, swift moons. There were three of them, a larger, and two smaller, looming, dominating. The girls were breathing heavily. They had set aside their weapons.
They knelt, their hands on their thighs, occasionally lifting their eyes to the moons. Their eyes began to blaze. They put back their heads. Their lips parted. Their hair fell behind their heads, their faces lifted to the rays of the moons. Then, together, they began to moan and sway from side to side. Then they lifted their arms and hands to the moons, still swaying from side to side, moaning. I pulled at the thongs that bound me. Then their moaning became more intense and the swaying swifter and more savage, and, crying out and whimpering, they began to claw at the moons.

Mira leaped to her feet and tore her skins to the waist exposing her breasts to the wild light of the flooding moons. She shrieked and tore at the moons with her fingernails. In an instant another girl, and then another, and another had followed her example. Only Verna still knelt, her hands on her thighs, looking at the moons. Beneath the moons, helplessly, I sought to free myself. I could not do so.
Mira now, the others following, crying out, tore away the scraps of panther skin that had yet concealed their beauty. They now wore only their gold, and their ornaments. Now, moaning, crying out, the she-beasts of the forest, the panther girls, hands lifted, clawing, began to stamp and dance beneath the fierce brightness of the wild moons.
Then, suddenly, they stopped, but stood, still, their hands lifted to the moons.
Verna threw back her head, her fists clenched on her thighs, and cried out, a wild scream, as though in agony. She leaped to her feet and, looking at me, tore away her skins.
My blood leaped before her beauty. But she had turned away and, naked, her head back, had lifted her hands, too, clawing at the moons.
Then all of them, together, turned slowly to face me. They were breathing heavily. Their hair was disheveled, their eyes wild. I lay before them, helpless.
Suddenly, as one, they seized up their light spears, and, swaying, spears lifted, began to circle me. They were incredibly beautiful.
A spear darted toward me, but did not strike me. It was withdrawn. It could have killed me, of course, had its owner wished. But it had spared me. Then, about me, the panther girls, circling, swaying, began a slow stalking dance, as of hunters.
I laying the center of the circle. Their movements were slow, and suddenly one would cry out and thrust at me with her spear. But the spear was not thrust into my body. Its point would stop before it had administered its wound. Many of the blows would have been mortal. But many thrusts were only to my eyes, or arms and legs. Every bit of me began to feel exposed, threatened. I was their catch.
Then the dance became progressively swifter and wilder, and the feigned blows became more frequent, and then, suddenly, with a wild cry, the swirling throng about me stood for an instant stock still, and then with a cry, each spear thrust down savagely toward my heart I cried out.
None of the spears had struck me. The girls cast aside the spears. Then, like feeding she-panthers they knelt about me, each one, with her hands and tongue, touching and kissing me.
I cried out with anguish. I knew I could not long resist them. Verna lifted her head. She laughed. “You are going to be raped,” she said.
I fought the thongs, but, by their bodies, was thrust back. I felt Mira’s teeth in my shoulder.
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if you are panther girl after reading this your blood must be up. if you are a slave you must be in fear of what the panther girls will do to you as they do not treat slaves well. if you are male !! let me know how it makes you feel.
sometimes in SL Gor they hold Moon Dances if you wish to hold one and want to advertise them please let us know here at the Gazette and we would love to come along to report it .

Bodi Pagan

(Quotes  are from the books by John Norman)

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