Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 51 | 55 | How, once we were collared, these put us at the mercy of our masters, at whose mercy we soon begged to be! "How do you like the Robes of Concealment?" he asked. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 51 | 52 | I knew that men, the beasts, Gorean men, at least, loved to have their collars on intelligent women. |
| 51 | 53 | Were they not the prizes? Did they not bring the highest prices? The three major criteria for selection by Gorean slavers were beauty, intelligence, and passion, helpless passion, slave passion, a woman's slave needs. |
| 51 | 54 | And it was in the most intelligent women, commonly, that these needs were the deepest and the most profound, the most irresistible, and intense. |
| 51 | 55 | How, once we were collared, these put us at the mercy of our masters, at whose mercy we soon begged to be! "How do you like the Robes of Concealment?" he asked. |
| 51 | 56 | "It can be death to a slave who is not a serving slave to touch them," I said, "and it can be death to any slave who dares to wear them". |
| 51 | 57 | "How do you like them?" he asked. |
| 51 | 58 | "I do not like them," I said. |
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I knew that men, the beasts, Gorean men, at least, loved to have their collars on intelligent women.
Were they not the prizes? Did they not bring the highest prices? The three major criteria for selection by Gorean slavers were beauty, intelligence, and passion, helpless passion, slave passion, a woman's slave needs.
And it was in the most intelligent women, commonly, that these needs were the deepest and the most profound, the most irresistible, and intense.
How, once we were collared, these put us at the mercy of our masters, at whose mercy we soon begged to be! "How do you like the Robes of Concealment?" he asked.
"It can be death to a slave who is not a serving slave to touch them," I said, "and it can be death to any slave who dares to wear them".
"How do you like them?" he asked.
"I do not like them," I said.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 51)