Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
11
331
How was I so different from she? Take away her abundant, colorful, glorious robes and veils, every last stitch and thread of her clothing, and brand and collar her, and own her! Would we not then be the same, nothing, only slaves? Yet what a mighty social chasm now separated us, the oceans and continents, the skies and earths, that separate the slave from the free! I continued on, tunicked, collared, and branded.
How was I so different from she? Take away her abundant, colorful, glorious robes and veils, every last stitch and thread of her clothing, and brand and collar her, and own her! Would we not then be the same, nothing, only slaves? Yet what a mighty social chasm now separated us, the oceans and continents, the skies and earths, that separate the slave from the free! I continued on, tunicked, collared, and branded.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #331)
Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
11
328
I soon learned.
11
329
I had been selected to be a Gorean slave.
11
330
I put my head down, as I passed another free woman.
11
331
How was I so different from she? Take away her abundant, colorful, glorious robes and veils, every last stitch and thread of her clothing, and brand and collar her, and own her! Would we not then be the same, nothing, only slaves? Yet what a mighty social chasm now separated us, the oceans and continents, the skies and earths, that separate the slave from the free! I continued on, tunicked, collared, and branded.
11
332
I felt the wind blow the tunic back, against my body.
11
333
I supposed that the men, the beasts, would like that.
11
334
But I did not object.
I soon learned.
I had been selected to be a Gorean slave.
I put my head down, as I passed another free woman.
How was I so different from she? Take away her abundant, colorful, glorious robes and veils, every last stitch and thread of her clothing, and brand and collar her, and own her! Would we not then be the same, nothing, only slaves? Yet what a mighty social chasm now separated us, the oceans and continents, the skies and earths, that separate the slave from the free! I continued on, tunicked, collared, and branded.
I felt the wind blow the tunic back, against my body.
I supposed that the men, the beasts, would like that.
But I did not object.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 11)