Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
19
1282
From the point of view of a man of Earth, what a turnabout would be there! In the Gorean slave girl, of course, this sort of thing is not in the least theoretical, for masters, in her belly, have, perhaps callously and remorselessly, lit slave fires.
From the point of view of a man of Earth, what a turnabout would be there! In the Gorean slave girl, of course, this sort of thing is not in the least theoretical, for masters, in her belly, have, perhaps callously and remorselessly, lit slave fires.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #1282)
Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
19
1279
Why? What can it mean? She is in a collar, his.
19
1280
"Yes, yes, please, please!" she begs.
19
1281
"I have dreamed of your collar! Now I am in it! Please have me, please take me, Master!" This is, of course, all theoretical, but it will give you some sense as to it might be like, from the man's point of view, should he encounter a woman in whose belly slave fires have been lit.
19
1282
From the point of view of a man of Earth, what a turnabout would be there! In the Gorean slave girl, of course, this sort of thing is not in the least theoretical, for masters, in her belly, have, perhaps callously and remorselessly, lit slave fires.
19
1283
She is now theirs, a simple kajira, a belonging of men.
19
1284
"Oh!" she said.
19
1285
"Ah!" I said, softly.
Why? What can it mean? She is in a collar, his.
"Yes, yes, please, please!" she begs.
"I have dreamed of your collar! Now I am in it! Please have me, please take me, Master!" This is, of course, all theoretical, but it will give you some sense as to it might be like, from the man's point of view, should he encounter a woman in whose belly slave fires have been lit.
From the point of view of a man of Earth, what a turnabout would be there! In the Gorean slave girl, of course, this sort of thing is not in the least theoretical, for masters, in her belly, have, perhaps callously and remorselessly, lit slave fires.
She is now theirs, a simple kajira, a belonging of men.
"Oh!" she said.
"Ah!" I said, softly.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 19)