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

Who knows where or when the eyes of the slavers are upon them? If they knew that would they flee behind locked doors, hoping vainly to escape their fate; would they crouch fearfully in closets, waiting for the doors to be opened; or would they stand differently and move ever more beautifully, hoping in shyness, deference and femininity, to suggest their value, and their possible worthiness for a Gorean slave collar? Consider that young lady there, whom you have noticed. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #164)
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13 164 Who View more quotes about knows">knows where or when the eyes of the slavers are upon them? If they knew that would they flee behind locked doors, hoping vainly to escape their fate; would they crouch fearfully in closets, waiting for the doors to be opened; or would they stand differently and move ever more beautifully, hoping in shyness, deference and femininity, to suggest their value, and their possible worthiness for a Gorean slave collar? Consider that young lady there, whom you have noticed.

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

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13 161 Too, doubtless, something similar takes place on Earth, before Gorean slavers make their strikes.
13 162 Many a girl, one supposes, has been noticed, and surreptitiously scouted and assessed, before she is found acceptable and then, at the slaver's convenience, taken in hand, for transportation and delivery.
13 163 Where are they noticed? One supposes it could have been anywhere, perhaps in a high school or college class room, perhaps in a corridor or a cafeteria, perhaps on a street, perhaps in a park or on a beach, perhaps on a bus or subway, or waiting at an airport, perhaps in an office, perhaps while getting into or out of a taxi, perhaps while shopping at the local supermarket.
13 164 Who knows where or when the eyes of the slavers are upon them? If they knew that would they flee behind locked doors, hoping vainly to escape their fate; would they crouch fearfully in closets, waiting for the doors to be opened; or would they stand differently and move ever more beautifully, hoping in shyness, deference and femininity, to suggest their value, and their possible worthiness for a Gorean slave collar? Consider that young lady there, whom you have noticed.
13 165 Do you not sense that she is needful? Is she not sweetly slung? How would she look in slave silk? Will a numbered transportation anklet be set aside for her? Who knows? Perhaps it has already been done? "Oh!" said a bound girl, being brought to the group.
13 166 "Oh!" said Boabissia, at the same time.
13 167 She had turned about, from watching the disciplining of the neck-chained girl, and struck against the new girl.
Too, doubtless, something similar takes place on Earth, before Gorean slavers make their strikes. Many a girl, one supposes, has been noticed, and surreptitiously scouted and assessed, before she is found acceptable and then, at the slaver's convenience, taken in hand, for transportation and delivery. Where are they noticed? One supposes it could have been anywhere, perhaps in a high school or college class room, perhaps in a corridor or a cafeteria, perhaps on a street, perhaps in a park or on a beach, perhaps on a bus or subway, or waiting at an airport, perhaps in an office, perhaps while getting into or out of a taxi, perhaps while shopping at the local supermarket. Who knows where or when the eyes of the slavers are upon them? If they knew that would they flee behind locked doors, hoping vainly to escape their fate; would they crouch fearfully in closets, waiting for the doors to be opened; or would they stand differently and move ever more beautifully, hoping in shyness, deference and femininity, to suggest their value, and their possible worthiness for a Gorean slave collar? Consider that young lady there, whom you have noticed. Do you not sense that she is needful? Is she not sweetly slung? How would she look in slave silk? Will a numbered transportation anklet be set aside for her? Who knows? Perhaps it has already been done? "Oh!" said a bound girl, being brought to the group. "Oh!" said Boabissia, at the same time. She had turned about, from watching the disciplining of the neck-chained girl, and struck against the new girl. - (Mercenaries of Gor)