Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
11
323
Yet what woman, slave or free, does not thrill to the curious, admiring scrutiny of a handsome, powerful male who one day might prove to be her master? Ambivalences warred within me, excitement, rage, joy, warmth, shame, humiliation, pride! How dare these monsters take for granted, so easily and unassumingly, and assert and enact, so simply and unquestioningly, the powers of their nature? Why does their society not reduce, cripple, and enshackle them? Why does their society not forbid them to be themselves, or force upon them an alien, unnatural self, to serve its own ends? But perhaps biology is not the foe of happiness.
Yet what woman, slave or free, does not thrill to the curious, admiring scrutiny of a handsome, powerful male who one day might prove to be her master? Ambivalences warred within me, excitement, rage, joy, warmth, shame, humiliation, pride! How dare these monsters take for granted, so easily and unassumingly, and assert and enact, so simply and unquestioningly, the powers of their nature? Why does their society not reduce, cripple, and enshackle them? Why does their society not forbid them to be themselves, or force upon them an alien, unnatural self, to serve its own ends? But perhaps biology is not the foe of happiness.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #323)
Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
11
320
Do they not enjoy kneeling us, often not even knowing us, and lashing us about the neck, the arms, and calves? How helpless we are in their presence, half naked, vulnerable, not permitted to resist, who must accept and endure, uncomplainingly, without the least demur or protest, their abuse, only slaves.
11
321
Next, two free men passed.
11
322
I kept my eyes straight ahead, as I knew myself assessed, as what I was, a purchasable female animal.
11
323
Yet what woman, slave or free, does not thrill to the curious, admiring scrutiny of a handsome, powerful male who one day might prove to be her master? Ambivalences warred within me, excitement, rage, joy, warmth, shame, humiliation, pride! How dare these monsters take for granted, so easily and unassumingly, and assert and enact, so simply and unquestioningly, the powers of their nature? Why does their society not reduce, cripple, and enshackle them? Why does their society not forbid them to be themselves, or force upon them an alien, unnatural self, to serve its own ends? But perhaps biology is not the foe of happiness.
11
324
I knew what I was supposed to feel and think on my former world.
11
325
Had I not been taught it? Why then had I not felt it, and thought it? How effective can it be, to lie to nature? What can be the test of truth, if not its consequences? I had retired one fall night on my former world, thinking of nothing, aware of nothing.
11
326
Then I had awakened in a Gorean cell, naked and chained, hand and foot, and neck, soon to find myself at the total mercy of men such that I had not suspected could exist, save in my dreams.
Do they not enjoy kneeling us, often not even knowing us, and lashing us about the neck, the arms, and calves? How helpless we are in their presence, half naked, vulnerable, not permitted to resist, who must accept and endure, uncomplainingly, without the least demur or protest, their abuse, only slaves.
Next, two free men passed.
I kept my eyes straight ahead, as I knew myself assessed, as what I was, a purchasable female animal.
Yet what woman, slave or free, does not thrill to the curious, admiring scrutiny of a handsome, powerful male who one day might prove to be her master? Ambivalences warred within me, excitement, rage, joy, warmth, shame, humiliation, pride! How dare these monsters take for granted, so easily and unassumingly, and assert and enact, so simply and unquestioningly, the powers of their nature? Why does their society not reduce, cripple, and enshackle them? Why does their society not forbid them to be themselves, or force upon them an alien, unnatural self, to serve its own ends? But perhaps biology is not the foe of happiness.
I knew what I was supposed to feel and think on my former world.
Had I not been taught it? Why then had I not felt it, and thought it? How effective can it be, to lie to nature? What can be the test of truth, if not its consequences? I had retired one fall night on my former world, thinking of nothing, aware of nothing.
Then I had awakened in a Gorean cell, naked and chained, hand and foot, and neck, soon to find myself at the total mercy of men such that I had not suspected could exist, save in my dreams.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11)