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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

All in all, Ellen suspected, frightened at the thought, that she might grow more and more delighted with her beauty, her being and condition. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #616)
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16 616 All in all, View more quotes about ellen">Ellen suspected, frightened at the thought, that she might grow more and more delighted with her beauty, her being and condition.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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16 613 You will respond to the master's least touch with eagerness and gratitude.
16 614 You will live for a kind word and a caress.
16 615 You will be as men want you, for you are slave, for you are owned".
16 616 All in all, Ellen suspected, frightened at the thought, that she might grow more and more delighted with her beauty, her being and condition.
16 617 Could it be that she might one day accept her loveliness, wholly, and throw back her head and shoulders, and walk beautifully, in her collar, and be shameless, even joyfully, brazenly shameless? Surely not! How frightful! And yet that was common, she knew, with such as she now was, with female slaves.
16 618 No wonder free women hate us so, she thought.
16 619 Are we not, fulfilled, in our collars, a thousand times more free than they? Kneeling, in position, chained by the left ankle to a ring, her throat enclosed in a heavy, clumsy, ringed, iron collar, on a cement sales shelf, before Targo, sensitive to her nudity, and miserable, she noted one and another slave girl in the crowd.
You will respond to the master's least touch with eagerness and gratitude. You will live for a kind word and a caress. You will be as men want you, for you are slave, for you are owned". All in all, Ellen suspected, frightened at the thought, that she might grow more and more delighted with her beauty, her being and condition. Could it be that she might one day accept her loveliness, wholly, and throw back her head and shoulders, and walk beautifully, in her collar, and be shameless, even joyfully, brazenly shameless? Surely not! How frightful! And yet that was common, she knew, with such as she now was, with female slaves. No wonder free women hate us so, she thought. Are we not, fulfilled, in our collars, a thousand times more free than they? Kneeling, in position, chained by the left ankle to a ring, her throat enclosed in a heavy, clumsy, ringed, iron collar, on a cement sales shelf, before Targo, sensitive to her nudity, and miserable, she noted one and another slave girl in the crowd. - (Prize of Gor)