Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 33 | 143 | How I had dismissed their whisperings as absurd, and yet, at the same time, wondered if I might appeal to the slavers of such a world. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 33 | 140 | I had been in that position when I had regained consciousness in what appeared to be a warehouse, long ago, on my former world. |
| 33 | 141 | I had been in that position, tied helplessly, when a foot had turned me over, to my back, and I had seen him, the man by whom I had known myself, for the first time, looked upon as what I had always suspected myself to be, a slave. |
| 33 | 142 | I knew nothing of Gor, save uneasy rumors I had heard whispered about in the employee's cafeteria, when men were not present, and in the female employees' locker room at the store. |
| 33 | 143 | How I had dismissed their whisperings as absurd, and yet, at the same time, wondered if I might appeal to the slavers of such a world. |
| 33 | 144 | What would it be, I had wondered, to stand naked on a block, and be sold? I would learn. |
| 33 | 145 | Then I had found myself turned to my back, and, bound hand and foot, looking up at him, he from whom I had fled in consternation in the store. |
| 33 | 146 | I knew little, if anything, of Gor, but I knew I was looking up into the eyes of a man who was a natural master of women, one to whom a woman could be but a slave. |
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I had been in that position when I had regained consciousness in what appeared to be a warehouse, long ago, on my former world.
I had been in that position, tied helplessly, when a foot had turned me over, to my back, and I had seen him, the man by whom I had known myself, for the first time, looked upon as what I had always suspected myself to be, a slave.
I knew nothing of Gor, save uneasy rumors I had heard whispered about in the employee's cafeteria, when men were not present, and in the female employees' locker room at the store.
How I had dismissed their whisperings as absurd, and yet, at the same time, wondered if I might appeal to the slavers of such a world.
What would it be, I had wondered, to stand naked on a block, and be sold? I would learn.
Then I had found myself turned to my back, and, bound hand and foot, looking up at him, he from whom I had fled in consternation in the store.
I knew little, if anything, of Gor, but I knew I was looking up into the eyes of a man who was a natural master of women, one to whom a woman could be but a slave.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 33)