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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

How grateful I was that I must have had some appeal to men, however little, that they would permit me to know such a world, in the only way that I, from Earth, was worthy to know it, as a vendible, collared slave. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #51)
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17 51 How grateful I was that I must have had some appeal to men, however little, that they would permit me to know such a world, in the only way that I, from Earth, was worthy to know it, as a vendible, collared slave.

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 48 Here I became acquainted with a splendid civilization, a colorful, intricate, complex civilization, a high, thriving civilization which, as most high civilizations, had a place for slaves, that place in which I found myself.
17 49 I looked about myself.
17 50 How glorious was the civilization of Gor! How grateful I was that I had been brought here.
17 51 How grateful I was that I must have had some appeal to men, however little, that they would permit me to know such a world, in the only way that I, from Earth, was worthy to know it, as a vendible, collared slave.
17 52 In such a civilization, what could I be but a slave, a humble, joyful, grateful slave? And then, suddenly, in my joy, I was afraid, terribly afraid, for slavery is not without its terrors.
17 53 I was not free.
17 54 I did not own myself, but was owned by another.
Here I became acquainted with a splendid civilization, a colorful, intricate, complex civilization, a high, thriving civilization which, as most high civilizations, had a place for slaves, that place in which I found myself. I looked about myself. How glorious was the civilization of Gor! How grateful I was that I had been brought here. How grateful I was that I must have had some appeal to men, however little, that they would permit me to know such a world, in the only way that I, from Earth, was worthy to know it, as a vendible, collared slave. In such a civilization, what could I be but a slave, a humble, joyful, grateful slave? And then, suddenly, in my joy, I was afraid, terribly afraid, for slavery is not without its terrors. I was not free. I did not own myself, but was owned by another. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 17)