Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 29 | 140 | It would have been much like the hatred between the free women and the female slave, that embonded creature of whom men are so fond, and who gives them so much satisfaction, so much pleasure and joy. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 29 | 137 | She lifted her head a little, and then put it down again, smiling. |
| 29 | 138 | I wondered if she knew how fortunate she was, however, that there was no truly free woman in the camp, one with all the privileges and liberties of such a woman at her finger tips, what with she herself a mere captive. |
| 29 | 139 | Such a woman would have hated her, and been consumed with jealousy, resenting her specialness and preciousness, the particular place she held in the camp, the regard in which she was held by the men. |
| 29 | 140 | It would have been much like the hatred between the free women and the female slave, that embonded creature of whom men are so fond, and who gives them so much satisfaction, so much pleasure and joy. |
| 29 | 141 | A shadow fell across Ina and she kept her head down, shyly, submissively. |
| 29 | 142 | The fellow who had stopped before her, I suppose, was considering the mark on her breast. |
| 29 | 143 | Ina did not know who it was, of course, who stood before her. |
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She lifted her head a little, and then put it down again, smiling.
I wondered if she knew how fortunate she was, however, that there was no truly free woman in the camp, one with all the privileges and liberties of such a woman at her finger tips, what with she herself a mere captive.
Such a woman would have hated her, and been consumed with jealousy, resenting her specialness and preciousness, the particular place she held in the camp, the regard in which she was held by the men.
It would have been much like the hatred between the free women and the female slave, that embonded creature of whom men are so fond, and who gives them so much satisfaction, so much pleasure and joy.
A shadow fell across Ina and she kept her head down, shyly, submissively.
The fellow who had stopped before her, I suppose, was considering the mark on her breast.
Ina did not know who it was, of course, who stood before her.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 29)