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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Yes," he said, "you will crawl to men". - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #693)
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15 693 "Yes," he said, "you will crawl to men".

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 690 On the other View more quotes about hand">hand, many, it is said, "court the collar," and it seems to be the case that "tree captures," in their hundreds or thousands, as in the wars, the raids of slavers, the seizures of caravans, the depredations of pirates, the fall of cities, and such, once collared, once owned, find fulfillments until then no more than suspected.
15 691 In any event, Gorean or barbarian, we were all women, and once collared, once owned, it seemed there was little to choose between us.
15 692 Certainly we went for similar prices.
15 693 "Yes," he said, "you will crawl to men".
15 694 I suddenly feared I might.
15 695 Were slave fires growing in me? Surely not! What if they should begin to rage? I would be their victim, and prisoner! How helpless I would be! I recalled slaves pleading for the touch of a guard, begging to be brought soon to the block.
15 696 At the first opportunity, I thought, before it is too late, while I yet retain a shred of my former self, I must attempt to escape! But who would want to escape, I thought.
On the other hand, many, it is said, "court the collar," and it seems to be the case that "tree captures," in their hundreds or thousands, as in the wars, the raids of slavers, the seizures of caravans, the depredations of pirates, the fall of cities, and such, once collared, once owned, find fulfillments until then no more than suspected. In any event, Gorean or barbarian, we were all women, and once collared, once owned, it seemed there was little to choose between us. Certainly we went for similar prices. "Yes," he said, "you will crawl to men". I suddenly feared I might. Were slave fires growing in me? Surely not! What if they should begin to rage? I would be their victim, and prisoner! How helpless I would be! I recalled slaves pleading for the touch of a guard, begging to be brought soon to the block. At the first opportunity, I thought, before it is too late, while I yet retain a shred of my former self, I must attempt to escape! But who would want to escape, I thought. - (Smugglers of Gor)