Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 621 | And yet this beautiful, soft, proud thing stood there, though ringed and branded, though collared, bold and brazen flinging at me, eyes bright, her challenge, the eternal challenge of the unconquered female, that of the untamed woman, daring the male to touch her, to try, she resisting, to reduce her to yielding prize, to force from her the unconditional surrender, the total and utter submission of the woman who has no choice but to acknowledge herself his, the helpless, capitulated slave of him in whose arms she finds herself prisoner. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 618 | I saw the place on her thigh where not many days before the fiery iron had been so cruelly pressed, leaving behind it, smoking for the instant, deep and clean, the tiny mark of the four bosk horns. |
| 25 | 619 | I saw on her lovely throat the harsh ring of Turian steel, gleaming and locked, so contrasting with, so barbarically accentuating the incredible softness of her beauty, the tormenting vulnerability of it. |
| 25 | 620 | The collar, I knew, bore my name, proclaiming her, should I wish, my slave. |
| 25 | 621 | And yet this beautiful, soft, proud thing stood there, though ringed and branded, though collared, bold and brazen flinging at me, eyes bright, her challenge, the eternal challenge of the unconquered female, that of the untamed woman, daring the male to touch her, to try, she resisting, to reduce her to yielding prize, to force from her the unconditional surrender, the total and utter submission of the woman who has no choice but to acknowledge herself his, the helpless, capitulated slave of him in whose arms she finds herself prisoner. |
| 25 | 622 | As the Goreans have it, there is in this a war in which the woman can respect only that man who can reduce her to utter defeat. |
| 25 | 623 | But it seemed to me there was little in the eyes or stance of Miss Cardwell which suggested the plausibility of the Gorean interpretation. |
| 25 | 624 | She seemed to me clearly out to win, to enjoy herself perhaps, but to win, and then exact from me something in the way of vengeance for all the months and days in which she, proud, independent wench, had been only slave. |
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I saw the place on her thigh where not many days before the fiery iron had been so cruelly pressed, leaving behind it, smoking for the instant, deep and clean, the tiny mark of the four bosk horns.
I saw on her lovely throat the harsh ring of Turian steel, gleaming and locked, so contrasting with, so barbarically accentuating the incredible softness of her beauty, the tormenting vulnerability of it.
The collar, I knew, bore my name, proclaiming her, should I wish, my slave.
And yet this beautiful, soft, proud thing stood there, though ringed and branded, though collared, bold and brazen flinging at me, eyes bright, her challenge, the eternal challenge of the unconquered female, that of the untamed woman, daring the male to touch her, to try, she resisting, to reduce her to yielding prize, to force from her the unconditional surrender, the total and utter submission of the woman who has no choice but to acknowledge herself his, the helpless, capitulated slave of him in whose arms she finds herself prisoner.
As the Goreans have it, there is in this a war in which the woman can respect only that man who can reduce her to utter defeat.
But it seemed to me there was little in the eyes or stance of Miss Cardwell which suggested the plausibility of the Gorean interpretation.
She seemed to me clearly out to win, to enjoy herself perhaps, but to win, and then exact from me something in the way of vengeance for all the months and days in which she, proud, independent wench, had been only slave.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 25)