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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

The men with the wagons had not seen fit to permit the women the dignity of veiling. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #11)
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3 11 The men with the View more quotes about wagons">wagons had not seen fit to permit the women the dignity of veiling.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 8 They did not even wear them in their own small, foul, often-fireless makeshift camps near the wagons, camps, to be sure, to which men might sometimes come.
3 9 It had been discovered that a woman who is seen with a veil, even if she has lowered the veil, abjectly and piteously face-stripping herself, is less likely to be fed than one with no veil in evidence.
3 10 Too, of course, it had been quickly noted that such women, too, tended to be less frequently selected for the pleasure of the drivers.
3 11 The men with the wagons had not seen fit to permit the women the dignity of veiling.
3 12 In this, of course, they treated them like slaves.
3 13 "Please!" cried a woman, thrusting back her hood and tearing away her veil.
3 14 "Feed me! Please, feed me!" The others, too, then, almost instantly, hastily, each seeming to hurry to be before the others, some moaning and crying out in misery, unhooded and unveiled themselves.
They did not even wear them in their own small, foul, often-fireless makeshift camps near the wagons, camps, to be sure, to which men might sometimes come. It had been discovered that a woman who is seen with a veil, even if she has lowered the veil, abjectly and piteously face-stripping herself, is less likely to be fed than one with no veil in evidence. Too, of course, it had been quickly noted that such women, too, tended to be less frequently selected for the pleasure of the drivers. The men with the wagons had not seen fit to permit the women the dignity of veiling. In this, of course, they treated them like slaves. "Please!" cried a woman, thrusting back her hood and tearing away her veil. "Feed me! Please, feed me!" The others, too, then, almost instantly, hastily, each seeming to hurry to be before the others, some moaning and crying out in misery, unhooded and unveiled themselves. - (Mercenaries of Gor)