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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

How could a man respect a woman who is no more than a helpless, spasmodic toy in his grasp, squirming and begging? Where was refinement, sophistication, self- control, dignity, pride, personhood, and respect? How could a woman respect herself when she reveals herself as no more than a helpless, uncontrollable, pleasure animal, a slave? What is she good for then, but love, service, and submission? "Your body lubricates nicely," he said. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #346)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
15 346 How could a man respect a woman who is no more than a helpless, spasmodic toy in his grasp, squirming and begging? Where was refinement, sophistication, self- control, dignity, pride, personhood, and respect? How could a woman respect herself when she reveals herself as no more than a helpless, uncontrollable, pleasure animal, a slave? What is she good for then, but love, service, and submission? "Your body lubricates nicely," he said.

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

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
15 343 "Yes, Master," I whispered, intensely.
15 344 "Clearly you feel pleasure," he said, "whether or not you wish to do so".
15 345 "Forgive me," I said.
15 346 How could a man respect a woman who is no more than a helpless, spasmodic toy in his grasp, squirming and begging? Where was refinement, sophistication, self- control, dignity, pride, personhood, and respect? How could a woman respect herself when she reveals herself as no more than a helpless, uncontrollable, pleasure animal, a slave? What is she good for then, but love, service, and submission? "Your body lubricates nicely," he said.
15 347 "It has welcomed me, and clasped me.
15 348 Too, though it is early, it has rewarded me with a number of spasmodic responses".
15 349 "'Early'?" I said.
"Yes, Master," I whispered, intensely. "Clearly you feel pleasure," he said, "whether or not you wish to do so". "Forgive me," I said. How could a man respect a woman who is no more than a helpless, spasmodic toy in his grasp, squirming and begging? Where was refinement, sophistication, self- control, dignity, pride, personhood, and respect? How could a woman respect herself when she reveals herself as no more than a helpless, uncontrollable, pleasure animal, a slave? What is she good for then, but love, service, and submission? "Your body lubricates nicely," he said. "It has welcomed me, and clasped me. Too, though it is early, it has rewarded me with a number of spasmodic responses". "'Early'?" I said. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 15)