Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 562 | Perhaps she saw herself there, clad in a rag and collar, if that, moving, turning with the others, like them so beautiful, so much alive, so vulnerable, so helpless, so owned. |
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Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 559 | If she found such beauty, such sensuous liberation, such fulfilling joy, such reality, such honesty, the marvelousness of owned women before their masters, offensive or deplorable, why did she watch? What did she see there in the circle, I wondered. |
| 3 | 560 | What so drew her there, what so fascinated her there? Like most free women she was perhaps inhibited, frustrated and unhappy. |
| 3 | 561 | She continued to gaze into the circle. |
| 3 | 562 | Perhaps she saw herself there, clad in a rag and collar, if that, moving, turning with the others, like them so beautiful, so much alive, so vulnerable, so helpless, so owned. |
| 3 | 563 | Does her master lift his whip? She must then redouble her efforts to please, lest she be lashed. |
| 3 | 564 | I supposed that she, even there, standing so seemingly still, pretending to be a mere observer, could feel the dance in her body, in its myriad incipient movements, tiny movements in her legs, in her belly, in her body, in herself, in the wholeness of her womanhood. |
| 3 | 565 | Perhaps she wished for her robes to be torn off and to be collared, and to be thrust, in her turn, into the circle. |
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If she found such beauty, such sensuous liberation, such fulfilling joy, such reality, such honesty, the marvelousness of owned women before their masters, offensive or deplorable, why did she watch? What did she see there in the circle, I wondered.
What so drew her there, what so fascinated her there? Like most free women she was perhaps inhibited, frustrated and unhappy.
She continued to gaze into the circle.
Perhaps she saw herself there, clad in a rag and collar, if that, moving, turning with the others, like them so beautiful, so much alive, so vulnerable, so helpless, so owned.
Does her master lift his whip? She must then redouble her efforts to please, lest she be lashed.
I supposed that she, even there, standing so seemingly still, pretending to be a mere observer, could feel the dance in her body, in its myriad incipient movements, tiny movements in her legs, in her belly, in her body, in herself, in the wholeness of her womanhood.
Perhaps she wished for her robes to be torn off and to be collared, and to be thrust, in her turn, into the circle.
- (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 3)