Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 698 | How is she more than merely another helpless, cringing, shackled slave, and how is he more than merely another male, another possible buyer, in his robes, so free, and strong, looking down on her? But he has found his love slave, and she, to her joy, has been found by her love master. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 695 | Who can explain how it is that he, pulling up the head of one after another, by the hair, that her features may be examined, suddenly pauses, startled. |
| 8 | 696 | What is different about this particular cringing, shackled slave? How is she different from another? She looks up, her eyes widened. |
| 8 | 697 | He sees before him, his hand in her hair, his love slave, and she, looking up, tears in her eyes, for the first time, sees her love master. |
| 8 | 698 | How is she more than merely another helpless, cringing, shackled slave, and how is he more than merely another male, another possible buyer, in his robes, so free, and strong, looking down on her? But he has found his love slave, and she, to her joy, has been found by her love master. |
| 8 | 699 | Who can explain such things? Perhaps he has been keeping a collar for just such a one? Certainly a girl can attempt to interest a buyer; consider the differential zeal of the "Buy me, Masters," as one fellow or another peruses a sales line; but, in the end, despite our efforts and hopes, we are not the buyers, but the bought. |
| 8 | 700 | It is they who will choose, not we. |
| 8 | 701 | "Ah!" cried one of the slaves. |
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Who can explain how it is that he, pulling up the head of one after another, by the hair, that her features may be examined, suddenly pauses, startled.
What is different about this particular cringing, shackled slave? How is she different from another? She looks up, her eyes widened.
He sees before him, his hand in her hair, his love slave, and she, looking up, tears in her eyes, for the first time, sees her love master.
How is she more than merely another helpless, cringing, shackled slave, and how is he more than merely another male, another possible buyer, in his robes, so free, and strong, looking down on her? But he has found his love slave, and she, to her joy, has been found by her love master.
Who can explain such things? Perhaps he has been keeping a collar for just such a one? Certainly a girl can attempt to interest a buyer; consider the differential zeal of the "Buy me, Masters," as one fellow or another peruses a sales line; but, in the end, despite our efforts and hopes, we are not the buyers, but the bought.
It is they who will choose, not we.
"Ah!" cried one of the slaves.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8)