Dominants, Egg-Carriers, Non-Dominants, and Blood-Nursers

Dominants, Egg-Carriers, Non-Dominants, and Blood-Nursers

“Even before the first groups,” it said, “we would gather for the matings and killings.  Great circles, rings of our people, would form in valleys, to watch.”

“You fought for mates? I asked.

“We fought for the joy of killing,” it said.  “Mating, however, was a prerogative of the victor.” ------“Humans, as I understand it, have two sexes, which, among them, perform all the functions pertinent to the continuance of the species.”

“Yes,” I said, “that is true.”

“We have three, or, if you prefer, four sexes,” it said.  “There is the dominant, which would, I suppose, correspond most closely to the human male.  It is the instinct of the dominant to enter the killings and mate.  There is then a form of Kur which closely resembles the dominant but does not join in the killings or mate.  You may, or may not, regard this as two sexes.  There is then the egg-carrier who is impregnated.  This form of Kur is smaller than the dominant or the non-dominant, speaking thusly of the non-reproducing form of Kur.”

“The egg-carrier is the female,” I said.

“If you like,” said the beast, “but, shortly after impregnation, within a moon, the egg-carrier deposits the fertilized seed in the third form of Kur, which is mouthed, but sluggish and immobile.  These fasten themselves to hard surfaces, rather like dark, globular anemones.  The egg develops inside the body of the blood-nurser and, some months later, it tears its way free.”

“It has no mother,” I said.

“Not in the human sense,” it said.  “It will however, usually follow, unless it itself is a blood-nurser, which is drawn out, the first Kur it sees, providing it is either an egg-carrier or a non-dominant.”

“What if it sees a dominant?” I asked.

“If it is itself an egg-carrier or a non-dominant, it will shun the dominant,” it said.  “This is not unwise, for the dominant may kill it.”

“What if it itself is potentially a dominant?” I asked.

The lips of the beast drew back.  “That is what all hope,” it said. “If it is a dominant and it encounters a dominant, it will bare its tiny fangs and expose its claws.”

“Will the dominant not kill it then?” I asked.

“Perhaps later in the killings, when it is large and strong,” he said, “but certainly not when it is small.  It is on such that the continuance of the species depends.  You see, it must be tested in the killings.”

“Are you a dominant?” I asked.

“Of course,” it said.  Then it added, “I shall not kill you for the question.”

“I meant no harm,” I said.

Its lips drew back.

“Are most Kurii dominants?” I asked.

“Most are born dominants,” it said, “but most do not survive the kllings.”

“It seems surprising that there are many Kurii,” I said.

“Not at all,” he said.  “The egg-carriers can be frequently impregnated and frequently deposit the fertilized egg in a blood-nurser.  There are large numbers of blood-nursers.  In the human species it takes several months for a female to carry and deliver an offspring.  In the same amount of time a Kur egg-carrier will develop seven to eight eggs, each of which may be fertilized and deposited in a blood-nurser.”

“Do Kur young not drink milk?” I asked.

“The young receive blood in the nurser,” he said, “When it is born it does not need milk, but water and common protein.”

“It is born fanged?” I asked.

“Of course,” it said.  “And it is capable of stalking and killing small animals shortly after it leaves the nurser.”

“Are the nursers rational?” I asked.

“We do not hink so,” it said.

“Can they feel anything?” I asked.

“They doubtless have some form of sensation,” it said.  “They recoil when struck or burned.”

“But there are native Kurii on Gor,” I said, “or, at any rate, Kurii who have reproduced themselves on this world.”

“Certain ships, some of them originally intended for colonization, carried representatives of our various sexes, with the exception of the non-dominants.” It said.  “We have also, where we knew of Kurii groups, sometimes managed to bring in egg-carriers and blood-nursers.” (Beasts of Gor)

 

 

“Is there an order among your sexes?” I asked.

“Of course there is a biological order,” he said.   “Structure is a function of nature.  How could it be otherwise?”

“There is first the dominant, and then the egg-carrier, and then the non-dominant, and then, if one considers such things Kur, the blood-nurser.”

“The female, or egg-carrier, is dominant over the non-dominant?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.  “They are despicable.”

“Suppose a dominant is victorious in the killings,” I said.  “Then what occurs?”

“Many things could occur,” he said, “but he then, generally, with a club, would indicate what egg-carriers he desires.  He then ties them together and drives them to his cave.  In the cave he impregnates them and makes them serve him.”

“Do they attempt to run away?” I asked.

“No,” he said.  “He would hunt them down and kill them.  But after he had impregnated them they tend to remain, even when untied, for he is then their dominant.”

“What of the non-dominants?” I asked.

“They remain outside the cave until the dominant is finished, fearing him muchly.  When he has left the cave they creep within, bringing meat and gifts to the females, that they may be permitted to remain within the cave, as part of the dominant’s household.  They serve under the females and take their orders from them.  Most work, including the care of the young, is performed by non-dominants.”

“I do not think I would care to be a non-dominant.” I said. (Beasts of Gor)

 

 

“I do not think I would care to be a non-dominant.”

“They are totally despicable,” he said, “but yet, oddly, sometimes a non-dominant becomes a dominant.  This is a hard thing to understand.  Sometimes it happens when there is no dominant in the vicinity.  Sometimes it seems to happen for no obvious reason; sometimes it happens when a non-dominant is humiliated and worked beyond his level of tolerance.  It is interesting.  This occasional, almost inexplicable transformation of a non-dominant into a dominant is the reason our biologist differ as to whether our species has three, or four sexes.”

“Perhaps the non-dominant is only a latent dominant,” I said.

“Perhaps,” he said.  “It is hard to tell.”  (Beasts of Gor)

 

 

“The restriction of mating to the dominants,” I said, “plus the selections in the killings, must tend to produce a species unusually aggressive and savage.”

“It tends also to produce one that is extremely intelligent,” said the animal.

I nodded.

“But we are civilized folk,” said the animal.  It rose to its feet and went to a cabinet. “You must not think of us in terms of our bloody past.”

“Then, on the steel ships,” I said, “the killings, and the fierce matings, no longer take place.”

The animal, at the opened cabinet, turned to regard me.  “I did not say that,” he said.

“The killings and the matings then continue to take place on the steel worlds?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“”The past, then, is still with you on the steel worlds,” I said.

“Yes,” it said.  “Is the past not always with us?” (Beasts of Gor)

 

 

The Kurii, for example, seem to have retained some vestiges along these lines, for in that species, as I understand it, it is not unusual for females to go to the mating cliffs in the moonlight, where, helpless in their sexuality, they cry out, or howl, their needs. (Magicians of Gor)

 

 

 

 

“I am not fond of modern weapons,” it said. “An egg-carrier or even a non-dominant could use them.  They put one at too great a distance from the kill.  (Beasts of Gor)