Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 113 | How could they, free women, hope to compete in interest with a slave? A slave, of course, came with no companion dowry, no land, no wealth, no social or mercantile connections, but men, nonetheless, somehow, enjoyed having them at their feet. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 110 | A free woman might, of course, look upon the former Miss Wentworth and, in virtue of the brevity of a tunic, perhaps, or a brand, or a collar, easily see her as slave, but they might sense, too, to their jealous fury, that something less visible and far more profound was involved, that she now, supplicatingly and irremediably, belonged to men. |
| 22 | 111 | In her belly, smoldering, ready to spring into flames, seldom far from the surface, was the heat of a slave, and of this, perhaps, a brand on her thigh, a collar on her neck, might be understood as little more than institutional tokens hinting at the possibility of a far deeper bondage. |
| 22 | 112 | No wonder they hated slaves with such vehemence. |
| 22 | 113 | How could they, free women, hope to compete in interest with a slave? A slave, of course, came with no companion dowry, no land, no wealth, no social or mercantile connections, but men, nonetheless, somehow, enjoyed having them at their feet. |
| 22 | 114 | "Perhaps," said Tajima. |
| 22 | 115 | "Certainly," said Pertinax, irritably. |
| 22 | 116 | "She is stirring," I noted. |
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A free woman might, of course, look upon the former Miss Wentworth and, in virtue of the brevity of a tunic, perhaps, or a brand, or a collar, easily see her as slave, but they might sense, too, to their jealous fury, that something less visible and far more profound was involved, that she now, supplicatingly and irremediably, belonged to men.
In her belly, smoldering, ready to spring into flames, seldom far from the surface, was the heat of a slave, and of this, perhaps, a brand on her thigh, a collar on her neck, might be understood as little more than institutional tokens hinting at the possibility of a far deeper bondage.
No wonder they hated slaves with such vehemence.
How could they, free women, hope to compete in interest with a slave? A slave, of course, came with no companion dowry, no land, no wealth, no social or mercantile connections, but men, nonetheless, somehow, enjoyed having them at their feet.
"Perhaps," said Tajima.
"Certainly," said Pertinax, irritably.
"She is stirring," I noted.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 22)