Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 243 | Why then do they so despise me, I in their collar, so weak and helpless? Can I help it, if I am not one of their glorious free women? Am I so different from them, I wonder? Or beneath those robes is another slave hidden? I was sold last night. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 240 | I want none. |
| 5 | 241 | They bring me to my true self. |
| 5 | 242 | I am fulfilled. |
| 5 | 243 | Why then do they so despise me, I in their collar, so weak and helpless? Can I help it, if I am not one of their glorious free women? Am I so different from them, I wonder? Or beneath those robes is another slave hidden? I was sold last night. |
| 5 | 244 | I suppose many women, at least on my former world, do not understand that they can be sold. |
| 5 | 245 | That is interesting, considering the fact that we have been sold, bartered, and exchanged for millennia, and doubtless for millennia before the records of such transactions were scratched on bark, or incised into tablets of moist clay Is it so unusual to be exchanged for barley, or cattle, or sheep, or pigs, or bars of iron, or a jingling handful of metal disks? Have not women served often enough as loot, to be allotted amongst victors, to be auctioned in foreign capitals? In kingdoms have not princesses been bartered for land, for alliances and power? Have not the daughters of the rich often served as seals upon bargains? And have we ourselves not unoften sought to sell ourselves, for our own gain? Have we not sought avidly for the golden bed, and the highest bidder? It is one thing, of course, to sell ourselves as goods for our own profit, while denying this, and quite another to find ourselves explicitly recognized as goods, undeniably so, openly and objectively so, and being sold for the profit of another. |
| 5 | 246 | It is a strange feeling, at first, to realize that one has been sold, that one now belongs to another, as much as a pig or shoe. |
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I want none.
They bring me to my true self.
I am fulfilled.
Why then do they so despise me, I in their collar, so weak and helpless? Can I help it, if I am not one of their glorious free women? Am I so different from them, I wonder? Or beneath those robes is another slave hidden? I was sold last night.
I suppose many women, at least on my former world, do not understand that they can be sold.
That is interesting, considering the fact that we have been sold, bartered, and exchanged for millennia, and doubtless for millennia before the records of such transactions were scratched on bark, or incised into tablets of moist clay Is it so unusual to be exchanged for barley, or cattle, or sheep, or pigs, or bars of iron, or a jingling handful of metal disks? Have not women served often enough as loot, to be allotted amongst victors, to be auctioned in foreign capitals? In kingdoms have not princesses been bartered for land, for alliances and power? Have not the daughters of the rich often served as seals upon bargains? And have we ourselves not unoften sought to sell ourselves, for our own gain? Have we not sought avidly for the golden bed, and the highest bidder? It is one thing, of course, to sell ourselves as goods for our own profit, while denying this, and quite another to find ourselves explicitly recognized as goods, undeniably so, openly and objectively so, and being sold for the profit of another.
It is a strange feeling, at first, to realize that one has been sold, that one now belongs to another, as much as a pig or shoe.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 5)