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Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)

Female slaves, so helpless in their collars, so much at the mercy of any free person whatsoever, live in terror of such females, for they know that they despise and hate them. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #551)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
25 551 Female slaves, so helpless in their collars, so much at the mercy of any free person whatsoever, live in terror of such females, for they know that they despise and hate them.

Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
25 548 The hostesses, when all was said and done, were not really men; they were, ultimately, like their charges, only females.
25 549 To be sure, they were free females, and this well qualified them for their posts.
25 550 There are few things a female slave fears more than a free female.
25 551 Female slaves, so helpless in their collars, so much at the mercy of any free person whatsoever, live in terror of such females, for they know that they despise and hate them.
25 552 "Return to your places," said my hostess to the other girls.
25 553 "Yes, Mistress," they said, and, leaping up, hurried back into the shadows, at the left, from whence they had been summoned, there to crouch and kneel once more, awaiting their next call forward.
25 554 "I am sorry," said my hostess.
The hostesses, when all was said and done, were not really men; they were, ultimately, like their charges, only females. To be sure, they were free females, and this well qualified them for their posts. There are few things a female slave fears more than a free female. Female slaves, so helpless in their collars, so much at the mercy of any free person whatsoever, live in terror of such females, for they know that they despise and hate them. "Return to your places," said my hostess to the other girls. "Yes, Mistress," they said, and, leaping up, hurried back into the shadows, at the left, from whence they had been summoned, there to crouch and kneel once more, awaiting their next call forward. "I am sorry," said my hostess. - (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 25)