Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 782 | Why should animals be permitted clothing? I tried to move a little. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 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. |
| 12 | 785 | I wanted to see, though I feared to do so, what was going on, the men who now owned us, their movements, the tarns, the ropes and chains, the slaves bound over saddles, and fastened at stirrups, the flames, the wild, racing, distorted shadows, the parapets and towers of the keep of Stones of Turmus. |
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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.
I wanted to see, though I feared to do so, what was going on, the men who now owned us, their movements, the tarns, the ropes and chains, the slaves bound over saddles, and fastened at stirrups, the flames, the wild, racing, distorted shadows, the parapets and towers of the keep of Stones of Turmus.
- (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12)