Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 127 | They now View more quotes about belonged">belonged to men, and needed men. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 124 | I did not blame them for wishing to be relieved of the miseries of their chain and housing, and at almost any price, but, too, I had seen such behavior even in calmer weather, when Thassa was pleased to be serene, or seemingly so, perhaps meanwhile planning her next onslaught on men so foolish as to breast her waves in seasons unwise, if not forbidden. |
| 7 | 125 | Several of the slaves, you see, could not but help, now, to belong in their collars. |
| 7 | 126 | In their bellies the slave fires, so resisted by, and so scorned by, free women, had been callously and mercilessly ignited by heartless masters. |
| 7 | 127 | They now belonged to men, and needed men. |
| 7 | 128 | The victim of such fires will crawl naked to the feet of even a hated master, begging him piteously and desperately for his least caress. |
| 7 | 129 | I snapped shut the observation panel, and heard cries of misery. |
| 7 | 130 | The free woman has much to bargain with, her wealth, her position, her caste, her possessions, but once enslaved what has she but her beauty, and that does not even belong to her. |
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I did not blame them for wishing to be relieved of the miseries of their chain and housing, and at almost any price, but, too, I had seen such behavior even in calmer weather, when Thassa was pleased to be serene, or seemingly so, perhaps meanwhile planning her next onslaught on men so foolish as to breast her waves in seasons unwise, if not forbidden.
Several of the slaves, you see, could not but help, now, to belong in their collars.
In their bellies the slave fires, so resisted by, and so scorned by, free women, had been callously and mercilessly ignited by heartless masters.
They now belonged to men, and needed men.
The victim of such fires will crawl naked to the feet of even a hated master, begging him piteously and desperately for his least caress.
I snapped shut the observation panel, and heard cries of misery.
The free woman has much to bargain with, her wealth, her position, her caste, her possessions, but once enslaved what has she but her beauty, and that does not even belong to her.
- (Mariners of Gor)