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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

Surely I would prefer to be owned by a woman, perhaps to be her serving slave, to brush and comb her long hair, to dress her, to adorn her, to fetch her cosmetics, to carry her messages and run her errands, but then I realized I did not want that at all! I did not want to be owned by a woman! But why not? What was the alternative? Did I want, really, rather, to be the trembling, fearful slave of one of these handsome, virile, powerful Gorean brutes, who takes everything from a woman, leaving her nothing? Surely not! But the thought came to me, however, surprising me, that I would indeed prefer that, prefer being the slave of a man, to being the slave of a woman. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #424)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
7 424 Surely I would prefer to be owned by a woman, perhaps to be her serving slave, to brush and comb her long hair, to dress her, to adorn her, to fetch her cosmetics, to carry her messages and run her errands, but then I realized I did not want that at all! I did not want to be owned by a woman! But why not? What was the alternative? Did I want, really, rather, to be the trembling, fearful slave of one of these handsome, virile, powerful Gorean brutes, who takes everything from a woman, leaving her nothing? Surely not! But the thought came to me, however, surprising me, that I would indeed prefer that, prefer being the slave of a man, to being the slave of a woman.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 421 "Buy me, Mistress," I stammered.
7 422 I was suddenly afraid that she might buy me.
7 423 I did not want to be bought by a woman! But that thought startled me.
7 424 Surely I would prefer to be owned by a woman, perhaps to be her serving slave, to brush and comb her long hair, to dress her, to adorn her, to fetch her cosmetics, to carry her messages and run her errands, but then I realized I did not want that at all! I did not want to be owned by a woman! But why not? What was the alternative? Did I want, really, rather, to be the trembling, fearful slave of one of these handsome, virile, powerful Gorean brutes, who takes everything from a woman, leaving her nothing? Surely not! But the thought came to me, however, surprising me, that I would indeed prefer that, prefer being the slave of a man, to being the slave of a woman.
7 425 How wicked I must be, I thought.
7 426 Surely I am not beginning to find myself responsive to these handsome, virile, dominating, masterful brutes! And surely not when I am naught but a meaningless slave! No, I told myself, never, no, no, no! But I had already begun to sense, fearing the comprehension, how the slave girl sees men, how she responds to the complementarity between their power and her utter vulnerability, between their cruel strength and her helpless beauty, between their owning and her being owned.
7 427 She knows she is the property of men.
"Buy me, Mistress," I stammered. I was suddenly afraid that she might buy me. I did not want to be bought by a woman! But that thought startled me. Surely I would prefer to be owned by a woman, perhaps to be her serving slave, to brush and comb her long hair, to dress her, to adorn her, to fetch her cosmetics, to carry her messages and run her errands, but then I realized I did not want that at all! I did not want to be owned by a woman! But why not? What was the alternative? Did I want, really, rather, to be the trembling, fearful slave of one of these handsome, virile, powerful Gorean brutes, who takes everything from a woman, leaving her nothing? Surely not! But the thought came to me, however, surprising me, that I would indeed prefer that, prefer being the slave of a man, to being the slave of a woman. How wicked I must be, I thought. Surely I am not beginning to find myself responsive to these handsome, virile, dominating, masterful brutes! And surely not when I am naught but a meaningless slave! No, I told myself, never, no, no, no! But I had already begun to sense, fearing the comprehension, how the slave girl sees men, how she responds to the complementarity between their power and her utter vulnerability, between their cruel strength and her helpless beauty, between their owning and her being owned. She knows she is the property of men. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 7)