Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 38 | 155 | The tiring, complex games of the free woman are now behind them. |
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Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 38 | 152 | No longer do they possess goods but are now themselves goods. |
| 38 | 153 | And let these goods then kneel and press their soft lips to the boots of conquerors, gratefully, thankful for their lives, spared now, at least for a time. |
| 38 | 154 | And let them tremble, as well, realizing they are now no longer their own, but belong to masters, in whose grasp they will discover what it is to be a slave. |
| 38 | 155 | The tiring, complex games of the free woman are now behind them. |
| 38 | 156 | It is now theirs to serve and please, or die. |
| 38 | 157 | Surely in their dreams they have considered this sort of thing, and now they discover, on their knees, it has become their reality. |
| 38 | 158 | And what might it be, they might wonder, which has won them this incredible, welcome reprieve, temporary as it might be, from the ax or torch? Could it be that it is their sex and beauty, their exquisite features and lovely slave curves, to which they may have hitherto given little thought, save for occasionally regarding them in the mirror, perhaps wondering what they might be worth on a sales platform, those and, of course, the lust of men, to which they owe their lives? Perhaps. |
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No longer do they possess goods but are now themselves goods.
And let these goods then kneel and press their soft lips to the boots of conquerors, gratefully, thankful for their lives, spared now, at least for a time.
And let them tremble, as well, realizing they are now no longer their own, but belong to masters, in whose grasp they will discover what it is to be a slave.
The tiring, complex games of the free woman are now behind them.
It is now theirs to serve and please, or die.
Surely in their dreams they have considered this sort of thing, and now they discover, on their knees, it has become their reality.
And what might it be, they might wonder, which has won them this incredible, welcome reprieve, temporary as it might be, from the ax or torch? Could it be that it is their sex and beauty, their exquisite features and lovely slave curves, to which they may have hitherto given little thought, save for occasionally regarding them in the mirror, perhaps wondering what they might be worth on a sales platform, those and, of course, the lust of men, to which they owe their lives? Perhaps.
- (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 38)