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| 3 | 604 | "View more quotes about kajira">Kajira" and "La Kajira" are often the first words a girl of Earth, carried to Gor, must learn. |
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| 3 | 601 | What could a Kajira be? I forced from my mind the only possible answer, refusing to admit it to consciousness. |
| 3 | 602 | Then, overwhelmingly, irresistibly, like a cry of anguish, it welled up within me; I could no longer ignore, suppress or repudiate it; no longer could I, like a foolish girl of Earth, deny and flee my reality; the comprehension, insistent and explosive, overpoweringly, erupted within me; I was naked and bound; I was subject to the collar; I had been branded; I had said "Kajira"; I had said "La Kajira"; these were the first words I had been taught; I knew I was a Kajira; I did not even know if any longer I had a name; I supposed I had not; I supposed now I was only a nameless animal in the power of men; I had been too good, too fine, to be a servant; now I was a Kajira; my thigh stung; I moaned with anguish; I wept; a Kajira, I knew, was not even a servant, could not aspire to be even so much; a Kajira was a slave girl; and the meaning of "La Kajira," which I had uttered to my captor was "I am a slave girl". |
| 3 | 603 | I cried out, a long, anguished cry, then knowing myself a slave girl. |
| 3 | 604 | "Kajira" and "La Kajira" are often the first words a girl of Earth, carried to Gor, must learn. |
| 3 | 605 | The women of Earth, to the mighty men of Gor, are good for little but slaves. |
| 3 | 606 | When I had cried out with anguish, bound on the inclined trunk of the white-barked tree, two men rose from near the fire and, as though they had been waiting for some such cry on my part, evidence that I now, to my horror, understood truly what I was, that I had now, in my own heart, and to my own misery, incontrovertibly acknowledged my new nature, came to the tree and, swiftly, casually, unbound me. |
| 3 | 607 | They then carried me by the arms and put me to my knees before my captor, who sat, cross-legged, by the fire. |