Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 24 | 612 | Collared, and under discipline, what incredible treasures they were! They were joys, and priceless! Men, I knew, would kill to possess such women. |
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Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 609 | "It is thus," whispered Miss Henderson to me, "that we serve our Gorean masters!" I said nothing. |
| 24 | 610 | "Do you now wonder," she laughed softly, holding me, quietly snuggling against me, "why it is that we are sought in the slave markets, why it is that we bring high prices?" Though I did not respond to her her services had come as a revelation to me. |
| 24 | 611 | I had not even suspected that Earth women were capable of such marvels. |
| 24 | 612 | Collared, and under discipline, what incredible treasures they were! They were joys, and priceless! Men, I knew, would kill to possess such women. |
| 24 | 613 | Petty, arrogant, smug, cold, proud, inert, frustrated, the women of Earth trod the sands of their native world; the men of Earth, I thought, did not begin to suspect the gold into which such pain and dross could be transmuted; how long, I wondered, before such creatures were brought naked to their knees before masters. |
| 24 | 614 | "How I despise the men of Earth," said the girl to me. |
| 24 | 615 | "How I love my Gorean master!" I then began, for the first time, to truly, attentively caress her. |
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"It is thus," whispered Miss Henderson to me, "that we serve our Gorean masters!" I said nothing.
"Do you now wonder," she laughed softly, holding me, quietly snuggling against me, "why it is that we are sought in the slave markets, why it is that we bring high prices?" Though I did not respond to her her services had come as a revelation to me.
I had not even suspected that Earth women were capable of such marvels.
Collared, and under discipline, what incredible treasures they were! They were joys, and priceless! Men, I knew, would kill to possess such women.
Petty, arrogant, smug, cold, proud, inert, frustrated, the women of Earth trod the sands of their native world; the men of Earth, I thought, did not begin to suspect the gold into which such pain and dross could be transmuted; how long, I wondered, before such creatures were brought naked to their knees before masters.
"How I despise the men of Earth," said the girl to me.
"How I love my Gorean master!" I then began, for the first time, to truly, attentively caress her.
- (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 24)