Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Was her very presence not a reproach to less attractive women? Was not the collar itself a badge of her quality, the brand seared into her thigh an indelible certification of her desirability? Does her very presence not say, "I have been found exciting, attractive, desirable, and beautiful, so much so that men will have me in a collar"? "Are you a saucy slave?" I asked.
Was her very presence not a reproach to less attractive women? Was not the collar itself a badge of her quality, the brand seared into her thigh an indelible certification of her desirability? Does her very presence not say, "I have been found exciting, attractive, desirable, and beautiful, so much so that men will have me in a collar"? "Are you a saucy slave?" I asked.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #660)
Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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"Are not all slaves vain?" she asked.
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I supposed that was true, for they were women.
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And why should women not be vain, as they are so precious, desirable, and beautiful? How can men not lust for them, and make them slaves? What pallid, inert fool would not wish to own one? Whose blood would be so weak that he would not see them as the natural property of men? And what woman was more entitled to her vanity than the female slave, the female of females, selected by connoisseurs for the block? It was no wonder tree women hated her so.
43
660
Was her very presence not a reproach to less attractive women? Was not the collar itself a badge of her quality, the brand seared into her thigh an indelible certification of her desirability? Does her very presence not say, "I have been found exciting, attractive, desirable, and beautiful, so much so that men will have me in a collar"? "Are you a saucy slave?" I asked.
43
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"No, Master," she said.
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"A whip can quickly take that out of a slave," I said.
43
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"Yes, Master," she said.
"Are not all slaves vain?" she asked.
I supposed that was true, for they were women.
And why should women not be vain, as they are so precious, desirable, and beautiful? How can men not lust for them, and make them slaves? What pallid, inert fool would not wish to own one? Whose blood would be so weak that he would not see them as the natural property of men? And what woman was more entitled to her vanity than the female slave, the female of females, selected by connoisseurs for the block? It was no wonder tree women hated her so.
Was her very presence not a reproach to less attractive women? Was not the collar itself a badge of her quality, the brand seared into her thigh an indelible certification of her desirability? Does her very presence not say, "I have been found exciting, attractive, desirable, and beautiful, so much so that men will have me in a collar"? "Are you a saucy slave?" I asked.
"No, Master," she said.
"A whip can quickly take that out of a slave," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 43)