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Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Too, it was little wonder that slaves, helpless in their collars, so feared and dreaded free women. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #283)
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3 283 Too, it was little wonder that slaves, helpless in their collars, so feared and dreaded free women.

Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 280 Too, how furious, how outraged, they would be, to see how beautiful, how exciting and desirable another woman could be, a thousand times more beautiful, exciting and desirable than themselves, and one who was naught but a slave.
3 281 But then how could any free woman compete with a slave, one who is truly mastered and owned? I watched Winyela dance.
3 282 It was easy to see how free women could be almost insanely jealous of slaves, and how they could hate them so, so inordinately and deeply.
3 283 Too, it was little wonder that slaves, helpless in their collars, so feared and dreaded free women.
3 284 "The slave dances well," said Cuwignaka.
3 285 "Yes," I said.
3 286 In her dance, of course, Winyela was understood to be dancing not only her personal slavery, which she surely was, but, from the point of view of the Kaiila, in the symbolism of the dance, in the medicine of the dance, that the women of enemies were fit to be no more than the slaves of the Kaiila.
Too, how furious, how outraged, they would be, to see how beautiful, how exciting and desirable another woman could be, a thousand times more beautiful, exciting and desirable than themselves, and one who was naught but a slave. But then how could any free woman compete with a slave, one who is truly mastered and owned? I watched Winyela dance. It was easy to see how free women could be almost insanely jealous of slaves, and how they could hate them so, so inordinately and deeply. Too, it was little wonder that slaves, helpless in their collars, so feared and dreaded free women. "The slave dances well," said Cuwignaka. "Yes," I said. In her dance, of course, Winyela was understood to be dancing not only her personal slavery, which she surely was, but, from the point of view of the Kaiila, in the symbolism of the dance, in the medicine of the dance, that the women of enemies were fit to be no more than the slaves of the Kaiila. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 3)