Book 12. (1 results) Beasts of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 430 | The View more quotes about slaver">slaver's beauties, chained together by the neck, knelt at the edge of the platform. |
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Book 12. (7 results) Beasts of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 427 | She is no longer permitted the lofty dignities and proud postures of the exalted free woman; they are now behind her; she no longer now needs be concerned with the protection of, and defense of, and maintenance of, her laboriously, monstrously constructed image, with all its prescriptions, requirements, demands, and restrictions; she need no longer be the wearer of a thousand secret shackles; she need no longer move to the tautness of a thousand invisible, managing wires; she need no longer be the trapped, enclosed prisoner of a thousand conventions and multitudes of socialized constrictions; no longer must she obey the dictates of decorum and formality; such icy, frigid, brittle nonsense is no longer permitted to her; she must now release, and revel in, her animal nature, in its heat, and beauty, as a whole woman; she is then no longer a miserable artifact, obedient to those who neither know her nor care for her; she is then no longer an inflexible, unhappy, partial mannequin designed by others, for their purposes, not hers; at last she can be, and must be, her innocent, beautiful, raw, naked, loving, desiring, appetitious, passionate, sensuous, needful female self; she is no longer legally free, but she is now biologically free; no longer are her thousand veils, so to speak, permitted her; she is now, rather, in a collar, a slave collar; she begins to suspect now what true intimacy may be; let it blossom beautifully, and ever more abundantly, and endlessly; whereas it would be unthinkable for a free woman to lie at a man's feet, and tenderly press her warm soft lips to them, the slave hopes to be permitted to do so. |
| 3 | 428 | By another platform a slaver's man was moving along the platform. |
| 3 | 429 | He carried a large, handled copper tureen filled with a watery soup. |
| 3 | 430 | The slaver's beauties, chained together by the neck, knelt at the edge of the platform. |
| 3 | 431 | Each dipped her cupped hands twice into the tureen, and lifted them, drinking and feeding, to her mouth. |
| 3 | 432 | They then licked and sucked their fingers and wiped their hands on their bodies. |
| 3 | 433 | Sales take place at night in the pavilion, from a sawdust-strewn block, under the light of torches, but girls may also be sold directly from the platforms. |
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She is no longer permitted the lofty dignities and proud postures of the exalted free woman; they are now behind her; she no longer now needs be concerned with the protection of, and defense of, and maintenance of, her laboriously, monstrously constructed image, with all its prescriptions, requirements, demands, and restrictions; she need no longer be the wearer of a thousand secret shackles; she need no longer move to the tautness of a thousand invisible, managing wires; she need no longer be the trapped, enclosed prisoner of a thousand conventions and multitudes of socialized constrictions; no longer must she obey the dictates of decorum and formality; such icy, frigid, brittle nonsense is no longer permitted to her; she must now release, and revel in, her animal nature, in its heat, and beauty, as a whole woman; she is then no longer a miserable artifact, obedient to those who neither know her nor care for her; she is then no longer an inflexible, unhappy, partial mannequin designed by others, for their purposes, not hers; at last she can be, and must be, her innocent, beautiful, raw, naked, loving, desiring, appetitious, passionate, sensuous, needful female self; she is no longer legally free, but she is now biologically free; no longer are her thousand veils, so to speak, permitted her; she is now, rather, in a collar, a slave collar; she begins to suspect now what true intimacy may be; let it blossom beautifully, and ever more abundantly, and endlessly; whereas it would be unthinkable for a free woman to lie at a man's feet, and tenderly press her warm soft lips to them, the slave hopes to be permitted to do so.
By another platform a slaver's man was moving along the platform.
He carried a large, handled copper tureen filled with a watery soup.
The slaver's beauties, chained together by the neck, knelt at the edge of the platform.
Each dipped her cupped hands twice into the tureen, and lifted them, drinking and feeding, to her mouth.
They then licked and sucked their fingers and wiped their hands on their bodies.
Sales take place at night in the pavilion, from a sawdust-strewn block, under the light of torches, but girls may also be sold directly from the platforms.
- (Beasts of Gor)