Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 400 | I trusted that she, to her rage, consternation, and chagrin, in all her utter helplessness, that of a female in the hands of men, had realized that. |
| 28 | 401 | How pleasant it is to enslave a woman. |
| 28 | 402 | How better can one degrade them? But how strange it is that they so thrive in their degradation. |
| 28 | 403 | Do they not understand what has been done to them, or do they understand it only too well? How is it that they kiss your feet in gratitude, leap instantly to do your bidding, kiss their fingertips and touch them to their collars, buck and squirm in your arms, gasping and writhing in grateful, uncontrollable, orgasmic ecstasy, kneel, heads bowed, before you. |
| 28 | 404 | How radiant and joyful they are in their collars! Are they not born to thongs? Is it so strange that they find their joy and fulfillment at a man's feet, or is it merely to be expected, given a genetic heritage of the surrenders of love, without which a woman cannot be whole? Who is the man who truly loves a woman, he who denies reality or he who recognizes it, and embraces it, he who betrays her and panders to propagandas, or he who consents to answer the cries of her heart? So Talena was now a slave, no different from any other slave, save for the bounty on her head. |
| 28 | 405 | Excellent, I thought, save for the bounty. |
| 28 | 406 | I did not think I would buy her even for a pot girl. |
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I trusted that she, to her rage, consternation, and chagrin, in all her utter helplessness, that of a female in the hands of men, had realized that.
How pleasant it is to enslave a woman.
How better can one degrade them? But how strange it is that they so thrive in their degradation.
Do they not understand what has been done to them, or do they understand it only too well? How is it that they kiss your feet in gratitude, leap instantly to do your bidding, kiss their fingertips and touch them to their collars, buck and squirm in your arms, gasping and writhing in grateful, uncontrollable, orgasmic ecstasy, kneel, heads bowed, before you.
How radiant and joyful they are in their collars! Are they not born to thongs? Is it so strange that they find their joy and fulfillment at a man's feet, or is it merely to be expected, given a genetic heritage of the surrenders of love, without which a woman cannot be whole? Who is the man who truly loves a woman, he who denies reality or he who recognizes it, and embraces it, he who betrays her and panders to propagandas, or he who consents to answer the cries of her heart? So Talena was now a slave, no different from any other slave, save for the bounty on her head.
Excellent, I thought, save for the bounty.
I did not think I would buy her even for a pot girl.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter )