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Book 12. (1 results) Beasts of Gor (Individual Quote)

In bending, in submission, in total, will-less submission to a master, they find themselves free for the first time from the chains of egoism, liberated from the grasping pursuits of the self, readied for the surrenders of love. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #498)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
6 498 In bending, in submission, in total, will-less submission to a master, they find themselves free for the first time from the chains of egoism, liberated from the grasping pursuits of the self, readied for the surrenders of love.

Book 12. (7 results) Beasts of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
6 495 I saw now the justice of this assessment.
6 496 Gorean girls, however, who are aware of the cultural implications of their collar, and its meaning, usually spend little time, once it is helplessly locked on their throats, in fighting their womanhood.
6 497 They must bend, or die.
6 498 In bending, in submission, in total, will-less submission to a master, they find themselves free for the first time from the chains of egoism, liberated from the grasping pursuits of the self, readied for the surrenders of love.
6 499 "Disgusting!" said the free woman, on the tharlarion, in the hunting costume.
6 500 I rolled over, looking up.
6 501 The blond girl by my side, the slave, cried out with misery, and dared not meet the eyes of her free sister.
I saw now the justice of this assessment. Gorean girls, however, who are aware of the cultural implications of their collar, and its meaning, usually spend little time, once it is helplessly locked on their throats, in fighting their womanhood. They must bend, or die. In bending, in submission, in total, will-less submission to a master, they find themselves free for the first time from the chains of egoism, liberated from the grasping pursuits of the self, readied for the surrenders of love. "Disgusting!" said the free woman, on the tharlarion, in the hunting costume. I rolled over, looking up. The blond girl by my side, the slave, cried out with misery, and dared not meet the eyes of her free sister. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 6)