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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

Was this to make it difficult to conceal weapons, or to assist in their summary assessments of the catch? Or was it merely because they were raiders and we were woman? To be sure, we were slave girls, animals. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #781)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
12 781 Was this to make it difficult to conceal weapons, or to assist in their summary assessments of the catch? Or was it merely because they were raiders and we were woman? To be sure, we were slave girls, animals.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
12 778 I struggled a little with my bound wrists but could not free them.
12 779 The other girls, like myself, were naked.
12 780 Raiders, I gathered, seldom leave women clothing.
12 781 Was this to make it difficult to conceal weapons, or to assist in their summary assessments of the catch? Or was it merely because they were raiders and we were woman? To be sure, we were slave girls, animals.
12 782 Why should animals be permitted clothing? I tried to move a little.
12 783 I found I could, though with difficulty, do so.
12 784 Slowly then I made my way, inch by inch, through encumbrances, through the close, flame-lit darkness of the basket, the flickering light from outside oddly in small moving patches illuminating the flesh, the gold, within, to the edge of the basket, so that I might see out more easily through the interstices of the fiber.
I struggled a little with my bound wrists but could not free them. The other girls, like myself, were naked. Raiders, I gathered, seldom leave women clothing. Was this to make it difficult to conceal weapons, or to assist in their summary assessments of the catch? Or was it merely because they were raiders and we were woman? To be sure, we were slave girls, animals. Why should animals be permitted clothing? I tried to move a little. I found I could, though with difficulty, do so. Slowly then I made my way, inch by inch, through encumbrances, through the close, flame-lit darkness of the basket, the flickering light from outside oddly in small moving patches illuminating the flesh, the gold, within, to the edge of the basket, so that I might see out more easily through the interstices of the fiber. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12)