Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 539 | I wondered how many of the women of Earth wished they might find themselves in a collar, dancing naked in the firelight before warriors in an Alar camp. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 536 | How beautiful Feiqa was! What incredible power she exercised, though only a helpless slave, over men! How she pleased them and made them scream with pleasure! How incredibly basic, how fundamental, how real she was! I then felt a sudden, poignant sorrow for the women of Earth. |
| 4 | 537 | How different Feiqa was from them. |
| 4 | 538 | How far removed delicious, exquisite Feiqa was from the motivated artifices, the lies and fabrications, the propaganda, the demeaning, sterile, unsatisfying, reductive, negative superficialities of antibiological roles, the prescriptions of an unnatural and pathological politics, the manipulative instrumentations of monsters and freaks. |
| 4 | 539 | I wondered how many of the women of Earth wished they might find themselves in a collar, dancing naked in the firelight before warriors in an Alar camp. |
| 4 | 540 | "Disgusting! Disgusting!" cried the free woman, Boabissia, in her leather and furs, having returned to the fire, and she rushed forward, a stout, thick, short, supple, single-bladed quirtlike whip in her hand. |
| 4 | 541 | She began to lash Feiqa, who fell to her knees, howling with misery, a whipped slave. |
| 4 | 542 | "We do not allow such as you in an Alar camp!" cried the free woman. |
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How beautiful Feiqa was! What incredible power she exercised, though only a helpless slave, over men! How she pleased them and made them scream with pleasure! How incredibly basic, how fundamental, how real she was! I then felt a sudden, poignant sorrow for the women of Earth.
How different Feiqa was from them.
How far removed delicious, exquisite Feiqa was from the motivated artifices, the lies and fabrications, the propaganda, the demeaning, sterile, unsatisfying, reductive, negative superficialities of antibiological roles, the prescriptions of an unnatural and pathological politics, the manipulative instrumentations of monsters and freaks.
I wondered how many of the women of Earth wished they might find themselves in a collar, dancing naked in the firelight before warriors in an Alar camp.
"Disgusting! Disgusting!" cried the free woman, Boabissia, in her leather and furs, having returned to the fire, and she rushed forward, a stout, thick, short, supple, single-bladed quirtlike whip in her hand.
She began to lash Feiqa, who fell to her knees, howling with misery, a whipped slave.
"We do not allow such as you in an Alar camp!" cried the free woman.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 4)