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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

What a terrible sentence, too, it would be, what a terrible condemnation, even to bring a Gorean free woman to Earth. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2423)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
27 2423 What a terrible sentence, too, it would be, what a terrible condemnation, even to bring a Gorean free woman to Earth.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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27 2420 Perhaps it is little wonder that free women so hate slaves.
27 2421 She wondered if, on Earth, such men, in their enclaves on her old world, kept slaves, either women of Earth, enslaved, or women brought to Earth from Gor.
27 2422 She hoped they did not bring Gorean women to Earth, particularly slave girls, for that would be much like bringing lovely, warm-blooded, delicate creatures, vulnerable, natural and loving, to a wasteland, an arctic locale inimical to passion, a desert hostile to love.
27 2423 What a terrible sentence, too, it would be, what a terrible condemnation, even to bring a Gorean free woman to Earth.
27 2424 She might not understand, for a time, what a terrible thing had been done to her.
27 2425 But sooner or later she would doubtless learn, and try to find those who had done this terrible thing to her and, if successful, tear away her clothes before them and beg them, on her belly, lips to their boots, to return her to Gor, and as no more than a naked, collared slave, to be disposed of in the lowest of markets.
27 2426 Her eyes met those of Mirus, and in his eyes she read only contempt.
Perhaps it is little wonder that free women so hate slaves. She wondered if, on Earth, such men, in their enclaves on her old world, kept slaves, either women of Earth, enslaved, or women brought to Earth from Gor. She hoped they did not bring Gorean women to Earth, particularly slave girls, for that would be much like bringing lovely, warm-blooded, delicate creatures, vulnerable, natural and loving, to a wasteland, an arctic locale inimical to passion, a desert hostile to love. What a terrible sentence, too, it would be, what a terrible condemnation, even to bring a Gorean free woman to Earth. She might not understand, for a time, what a terrible thing had been done to her. But sooner or later she would doubtless learn, and try to find those who had done this terrible thing to her and, if successful, tear away her clothes before them and beg them, on her belly, lips to their boots, to return her to Gor, and as no more than a naked, collared slave, to be disposed of in the lowest of markets. Her eyes met those of Mirus, and in his eyes she read only contempt. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27)