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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 68 And so I gave attention to my figure, with diet and exercise, gave attention to my hair, improved my makeup, enlarged my wardrobe, and made it a point to dress flatteringly I was careful now with respect to my posture, my speech, and demeanor, and carried my head high, as might a lofty, frigid free woman.
5 69 How meretricious that was, as I knew myself, in my heart, a slave.
5 70 My head should have been bowed! And I should have feared the lash! But it was a game, a form of acting, you must understand.
5 71 Was I not legally free! I was free! I behaved so, as I did, you must understand, merely in order to mitigate my fears, to face, taunt, defy, and deny them, to ridicule them, to prove them groundless, only that.
5 72 How horrifying then if, despite my intentions, so well- meaning and innocent, it might have been this very charade which has brought me to my chains, in a Gorean dungeon, awaiting shipment, with others, we know not where.
5 73 I do know we are near the docks, for I can hear waves washing against pilings, and smell the sea.
5 74 We are naked, the chains are heavy.
And so I gave attention to my figure, with diet and exercise, gave attention to my hair, improved my makeup, enlarged my wardrobe, and made it a point to dress flatteringly I was careful now with respect to my posture, my speech, and demeanor, and carried my head high, as might a lofty, frigid free woman. How meretricious that was, as I knew myself, in my heart, a slave. My head should have been bowed! And I should have feared the lash! But it was a game, a form of acting, you must understand. Was I not legally free! I was free! I behaved so, as I did, you must understand, merely in order to mitigate my fears, to face, taunt, defy, and deny them, to ridicule them, to prove them groundless, only that. How horrifying then if, despite my intentions, so well- meaning and innocent, it might have been this very charade which has brought me to my chains, in a Gorean dungeon, awaiting shipment, with others, we know not where. I do know we are near the docks, for I can hear waves washing against pilings, and smell the sea. We are naked, the chains are heavy. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter )