Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 383 | She was becoming more beautiful each day, as she, not knowing it herself, and repudiating the very thought, was coming to love her collar. |
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Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 5 | 380 | This pleased me, that she had been found suitable to be a slave of Kavars. |
| 5 | 381 | "Stand there, Girl," ordered a man. |
| 5 | 382 | It did not surprise me, however. |
| 5 | 383 | She was becoming more beautiful each day, as she, not knowing it herself, and repudiating the very thought, was coming to love her collar. |
| 5 | 384 | She was a slave. |
| 5 | 385 | On Gor, sooner or later, she would be forced to face this fact; she would be forced to look deeply within herself; to confront herself, perhaps for the first time, with candor, and uncompromising honesty; I wondered if, at that time, seeing herself, truly, she would go mad, or if, boldly, with joy, she would dare to be what she found that she was; a human of Earth, she had been carefully conditioned to imitate stereotyped images, produced by others, alien to her own nature; what Earth most feared was the peril of men, and women, becoming themselves; on Earth it was regarded as horrifying that millions of beautiful, feminine women, in spite of conditioning, wanted to be the slaves of strong, powerful men; on Gor it was not regarded as horrifying but appropriate; indeed, what other sort of woman is worth putting in a collar; one of the most common emotions felt eventually by an enslaved girl, in a slave culture, where their sort, if not respected, is accepted, is, perhaps surprisingly, gratitude. |
| 5 | 386 | I am not clear what they have to be grateful about. |
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This pleased me, that she had been found suitable to be a slave of Kavars.
"Stand there, Girl," ordered a man.
It did not surprise me, however.
She was becoming more beautiful each day, as she, not knowing it herself, and repudiating the very thought, was coming to love her collar.
She was a slave.
On Gor, sooner or later, she would be forced to face this fact; she would be forced to look deeply within herself; to confront herself, perhaps for the first time, with candor, and uncompromising honesty; I wondered if, at that time, seeing herself, truly, she would go mad, or if, boldly, with joy, she would dare to be what she found that she was; a human of Earth, she had been carefully conditioned to imitate stereotyped images, produced by others, alien to her own nature; what Earth most feared was the peril of men, and women, becoming themselves; on Earth it was regarded as horrifying that millions of beautiful, feminine women, in spite of conditioning, wanted to be the slaves of strong, powerful men; on Gor it was not regarded as horrifying but appropriate; indeed, what other sort of woman is worth putting in a collar; one of the most common emotions felt eventually by an enslaved girl, in a slave culture, where their sort, if not respected, is accepted, is, perhaps surprisingly, gratitude.
I am not clear what they have to be grateful about.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 5)