Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 636 | Could it be that what I had been told was false, that what I had been taught was untrue? Who was I? What was I? I sensed Nora walking about me, and was confident she had in her possession her switch. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 633 | How small I seemed, how degraded and mocked, and how worthless, how helpless! And my sense was not just one of meaningfulness, as profound as that sense might be, and as comprehensible as such a sense would be, given the circumstances, but, rather, startling me, and frightening me, one of fittingness, of propriety, of rightfulness! Could it be that I, despite my antecedents and background, my upbringing, education, and indoctrination, was a slave? Since puberty I had suspected that some women were slaves. |
| 4 | 634 | Were not the blossoming subtleties of my body, and those of others, such that they had been carved out over countless generations by the lusts of men? Were we not delightful prizes, goods, like fruit and animals, to be seized and exploited? Had we not been selected to be delights to possessors? Had we not been selected to be roped and snared? Had we not been, in our way, bred for the auction block? Yes, I thought, there must be rightful slaves, women who cannot be whole, cannot be fulfilled, who will never know true happiness except at the feet of men, owned, and mastered. |
| 4 | 635 | Could I be one such? Never, never! Surely not, surely not! It went against everything I had been told, everything I had been taught. |
| 4 | 636 | Could it be that what I had been told was false, that what I had been taught was untrue? Who was I? What was I? I sensed Nora walking about me, and was confident she had in her possession her switch. |
| 4 | 637 | In a moment I heard a pan placed on the floor near me. |
| 4 | 638 | I looked up, from all fours. |
| 4 | 639 | I felt the tip of her switch beneath my chin, and, responsive to its pressure, I lifted my head, and then, on all fours, my head up, guided by the switch, by its gentle pressure, first on one side of my face and then the other, I was moved about, faced to the left, and then to the right, and then, again, ahead, being exhibited to those at the low tables, the men cross-legged, the women kneeling, some guests lounging, bemused, on an elbow. |
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How small I seemed, how degraded and mocked, and how worthless, how helpless! And my sense was not just one of meaningfulness, as profound as that sense might be, and as comprehensible as such a sense would be, given the circumstances, but, rather, startling me, and frightening me, one of fittingness, of propriety, of rightfulness! Could it be that I, despite my antecedents and background, my upbringing, education, and indoctrination, was a slave? Since puberty I had suspected that some women were slaves.
Were not the blossoming subtleties of my body, and those of others, such that they had been carved out over countless generations by the lusts of men? Were we not delightful prizes, goods, like fruit and animals, to be seized and exploited? Had we not been selected to be delights to possessors? Had we not been selected to be roped and snared? Had we not been, in our way, bred for the auction block? Yes, I thought, there must be rightful slaves, women who cannot be whole, cannot be fulfilled, who will never know true happiness except at the feet of men, owned, and mastered.
Could I be one such? Never, never! Surely not, surely not! It went against everything I had been told, everything I had been taught.
Could it be that what I had been told was false, that what I had been taught was untrue? Who was I? What was I? I sensed Nora walking about me, and was confident she had in her possession her switch.
In a moment I heard a pan placed on the floor near me.
I looked up, from all fours.
I felt the tip of her switch beneath my chin, and, responsive to its pressure, I lifted my head, and then, on all fours, my head up, guided by the switch, by its gentle pressure, first on one side of my face and then the other, I was moved about, faced to the left, and then to the right, and then, again, ahead, being exhibited to those at the low tables, the men cross-legged, the women kneeling, some guests lounging, bemused, on an elbow.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 4)