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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

Too, from a thousand indications, even on Earth, I suspected, despite myself, that she might be a natural slave, a woman who belonged in the collar. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #143)
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22 143 Too, from a thousand indications, even on View more quotes about earth">Earth, I suspected, despite myself, that she might be a natural slave, a woman who belonged in the collar.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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22 140 But there are remedies, and compensations, for such things, the remedy of the mastery, for example, and the compensations of plenteous labors and services, and inordinate pleasures derived from the erstwhile pain object.
22 141 A free woman can be a source of inconvenience and annoyance, even of intolerable agony; a slave, on the other hand, is an object of utility and gratification.
22 142 I thought Miss Henderson, taken well in hand, would make an excellent slave.
22 143 Too, from a thousand indications, even on Earth, I suspected, despite myself, that she might be a natural slave, a woman who belonged in the collar.
22 144 So why then should she not be in mine? But something in my heart cried out that she, the lovely Miss Henderson, could not be a slave, not she! I must deny it! Was she not from Earth, from Earth? But I could no longer deny one thing—that I wanted Miss Beverly Henderson, that I wanted to own her.
22 145 To own her, literally.
22 146 I wanted her—as my slave.
But there are remedies, and compensations, for such things, the remedy of the mastery, for example, and the compensations of plenteous labors and services, and inordinate pleasures derived from the erstwhile pain object. A free woman can be a source of inconvenience and annoyance, even of intolerable agony; a slave, on the other hand, is an object of utility and gratification. I thought Miss Henderson, taken well in hand, would make an excellent slave. Too, from a thousand indications, even on Earth, I suspected, despite myself, that she might be a natural slave, a woman who belonged in the collar. So why then should she not be in mine? But something in my heart cried out that she, the lovely Miss Henderson, could not be a slave, not she! I must deny it! Was she not from Earth, from Earth? But I could no longer deny one thing—that I wanted Miss Beverly Henderson, that I wanted to own her. To own her, literally. I wanted her—as my slave. - (Rogue of Gor)