Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 1215 | The slave prostrates herself before the master, her hair about his sandals, hoping he will be merciful, that he will take pity on her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 1212 | We are not free women who may adjust and regulate, as we please, beneath our sheets and within our modesty robes, the delicate and respectful attentions of some fellow fortunate enough to have been admitted to our chamber. |
| 26 | 1213 | Does the free woman sometimes feel an uneasiness, is she sometimes restless, does she sometimes experience a discomfort, one perhaps not even fully understood? The slave can know agony. |
| 26 | 1214 | Let the free woman twist and squirm in bed, and drench her pillow with tears. |
| 26 | 1215 | The slave prostrates herself before the master, her hair about his sandals, hoping he will be merciful, that he will take pity on her. |
| 26 | 1216 | Does the free woman sometimes wonder what it would be to be a slave, to be utterly rightless and vulnerable, to have to serve and please? Does she wonder sometimes what it might be to find her beauty, perhaps stripped and collared, looked upon with interest and satisfaction, with approval and anticipation, to find it thusly, helplessly, within the regard of a man who owns it, whose property it is, her master? Never before has she been so looked upon. |
| 26 | 1217 | Let her now understand, perhaps for the first time, that she is beautiful, that she is delicious and well-curved, that she is tormentingly desirable, that she is a fit meat for masters. |
| 26 | 1218 | Surely she now understands why she has been collared. |
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We are not free women who may adjust and regulate, as we please, beneath our sheets and within our modesty robes, the delicate and respectful attentions of some fellow fortunate enough to have been admitted to our chamber.
Does the free woman sometimes feel an uneasiness, is she sometimes restless, does she sometimes experience a discomfort, one perhaps not even fully understood? The slave can know agony.
Let the free woman twist and squirm in bed, and drench her pillow with tears.
The slave prostrates herself before the master, her hair about his sandals, hoping he will be merciful, that he will take pity on her.
Does the free woman sometimes wonder what it would be to be a slave, to be utterly rightless and vulnerable, to have to serve and please? Does she wonder sometimes what it might be to find her beauty, perhaps stripped and collared, looked upon with interest and satisfaction, with approval and anticipation, to find it thusly, helplessly, within the regard of a man who owns it, whose property it is, her master? Never before has she been so looked upon.
Let her now understand, perhaps for the first time, that she is beautiful, that she is delicious and well-curved, that she is tormentingly desirable, that she is a fit meat for masters.
Surely she now understands why she has been collared.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26)