Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 61 | 420 | In her complementarity to the male, in her yielding to him, in her submission to his dominance, in her slave to his master, she finds herself. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 61 | 417 | She is a woman, and feminine, extremely feminine. |
| 61 | 418 | She accepts her femininity, and rejoices in it. |
| 61 | 419 | It is what she is, and wants to be. |
| 61 | 420 | In her complementarity to the male, in her yielding to him, in her submission to his dominance, in her slave to his master, she finds herself. |
| 61 | 421 | In a moment, on the side rather near my master, I knelt amongst the other slaves. |
| 61 | 422 | I trusted they would not think that I had been weak, foolish, or stupid, or incredibly naive, that I had essayed an escape, or perhaps they merely thought that I had simply lost my head and fled, that I had hoped, absurdly, to make my way unscathed between the spears. |
| 61 | 423 | Could I have been so ignorant, so lacking in understanding? Did I not know that our only hope of survival lay in the blades of certain men, who might prize us as the goods we were? I was muchly uneasy. |
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She is a woman, and feminine, extremely feminine.
She accepts her femininity, and rejoices in it.
It is what she is, and wants to be.
In her complementarity to the male, in her yielding to him, in her submission to his dominance, in her slave to his master, she finds herself.
In a moment, on the side rather near my master, I knelt amongst the other slaves.
I trusted they would not think that I had been weak, foolish, or stupid, or incredibly naive, that I had essayed an escape, or perhaps they merely thought that I had simply lost my head and fled, that I had hoped, absurdly, to make my way unscathed between the spears.
Could I have been so ignorant, so lacking in understanding? Did I not know that our only hope of survival lay in the blades of certain men, who might prize us as the goods we were? I was muchly uneasy.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 61)