Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 319 | "When I begged to be put on the chain—I do not know how I should tell you this—I felt a strange, incredible, shocking appropriateness or rightness about my petition. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 316 | "We are females," said the mother. |
| 16 | 317 | "They think of us as slaves!" "Perhaps," said the mother, "that is what we are, or should be". |
| 16 | 318 | "Mother—" "Yes?" "May I tell you something?" "Surely". |
| 16 | 319 | "When I begged to be put on the chain—I do not know how I should tell you this—I felt a strange, incredible, shocking appropriateness or rightness about my petition. |
| 16 | 320 | How dreadful of me, how wrong of me, surely, how incomprehensible it was! Yet it seemed to me somehow that I was such as should so beg. |
| 16 | 321 | Why was this? Was it because I was naked, and kneeling, and my hands were tied behind my back? Was it because I then seemed a slave to myself? And when I understood that I had been found acceptable for the chain, that I would be put on it, I felt a sudden, inexplicable profusion of relief, a surge of love and gratitude! These things suffused my whole body! And when, moments later, the chain was locked on my neck I felt another sudden, inexplicable surge of pleasure, of love, of gratitude and joy. |
| 16 | 322 | How terrible I am! I was not taught so! How could I feel such things! How terrible I am! I was naked, I could not break the chain. |
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"We are females," said the mother.
"They think of us as slaves!" "Perhaps," said the mother, "that is what we are, or should be".
"Mother—" "Yes?" "May I tell you something?" "Surely".
"When I begged to be put on the chain—I do not know how I should tell you this—I felt a strange, incredible, shocking appropriateness or rightness about my petition.
How dreadful of me, how wrong of me, surely, how incomprehensible it was! Yet it seemed to me somehow that I was such as should so beg.
Why was this? Was it because I was naked, and kneeling, and my hands were tied behind my back? Was it because I then seemed a slave to myself? And when I understood that I had been found acceptable for the chain, that I would be put on it, I felt a sudden, inexplicable profusion of relief, a surge of love and gratitude! These things suffused my whole body! And when, moments later, the chain was locked on my neck I felt another sudden, inexplicable surge of pleasure, of love, of gratitude and joy.
How terrible I am! I was not taught so! How could I feel such things! How terrible I am! I was naked, I could not break the chain.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 16)