Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 229 | There were four other slaves in the cage, and any one of them could have subdued, bound, and beaten me. |
| 9 | 230 | "Speak," said she. |
| 9 | 231 | What was I, truly? All the misery and shame of Earth suddenly swept through me! How unworthy, how contemptible, how despicable, how terrible I was! The negativistic conditioning of a world, of years of pathological conditioning, swept through me, that I might, as intended, be a stranger to myself, that I might be trained to mindlessly, reflexively, behave in accordance with the prescriptions of the inert, the frigid, the ignorant, the unsuspecting, the vain, the ambitious, the manipulative, the biologically disinherited, the organically ill-constituted, that I might be trained to distrust and repudiate my most precious and profound instincts and needs, that I might be taught to fear, hate and loathe my deepest and dearest self, only that I might please those who neither respected me nor cared for me, those who held natural, loving women in contempt, and feared and hated them. |
| 9 | 232 | And well might they fear and hate them, for such women, natural, loving women, by their very existence are a reproach to them, revealing their pathetic limitations, their linearities and inadequacies. |
| 9 | 233 | But surely I who had been Judy Thornton could not be a pleasure slave! But was I a pleasure slave? But if so, even then, surely I could not admit that I was so inconsequential and low a thing as that, a pleasure slave! But even on Earth I had occasionally looked upon my body in the mirror and wondered on what sort of world it might find its meaning. |
| 9 | 234 | Then I had been brought to Gor, and had discovered that I was beautiful, truly beautiful, and that such as I might well belong to glorious, male beasts who would relish and treasure us, and master us! Was I a pleasure slave? Could I be a pleasure slave? I had been an excellent student at an elite girls' school, an English major, a poetess, and then, inexplicably, for no reason that I understood, I had been brought to Gor, and was soon introduced to my new life, that of a branded slave. |
| 9 | 235 | I became aware of men, true men, and their attractiveness, and might. |
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There were four other slaves in the cage, and any one of them could have subdued, bound, and beaten me.
"Speak," said she.
What was I, truly? All the misery and shame of Earth suddenly swept through me! How unworthy, how contemptible, how despicable, how terrible I was! The negativistic conditioning of a world, of years of pathological conditioning, swept through me, that I might, as intended, be a stranger to myself, that I might be trained to mindlessly, reflexively, behave in accordance with the prescriptions of the inert, the frigid, the ignorant, the unsuspecting, the vain, the ambitious, the manipulative, the biologically disinherited, the organically ill-constituted, that I might be trained to distrust and repudiate my most precious and profound instincts and needs, that I might be taught to fear, hate and loathe my deepest and dearest self, only that I might please those who neither respected me nor cared for me, those who held natural, loving women in contempt, and feared and hated them.
And well might they fear and hate them, for such women, natural, loving women, by their very existence are a reproach to them, revealing their pathetic limitations, their linearities and inadequacies.
But surely I who had been Judy Thornton could not be a pleasure slave! But was I a pleasure slave? But if so, even then, surely I could not admit that I was so inconsequential and low a thing as that, a pleasure slave! But even on Earth I had occasionally looked upon my body in the mirror and wondered on what sort of world it might find its meaning.
Then I had been brought to Gor, and had discovered that I was beautiful, truly beautiful, and that such as I might well belong to glorious, male beasts who would relish and treasure us, and master us! Was I a pleasure slave? Could I be a pleasure slave? I had been an excellent student at an elite girls' school, an English major, a poetess, and then, inexplicably, for no reason that I understood, I had been brought to Gor, and was soon introduced to my new life, that of a branded slave.
I became aware of men, true men, and their attractiveness, and might.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter )