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Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Individual Quote)

Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 34, Sentence #324)
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34 324 View more quotes about never">Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood.

Book 14. (7 results) Fighting Slave of Gor (Context Quote)

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34 321 She was not of Gor, but of Earth! Too, she was just too noble, too fine, to be a slave.
34 322 She was not as other women! How lamentable and inappropriate it would be, how shocking it would be, even to contemplate her young, lovely, beautiful throat enclosed, clasped snugly, in the obdurate circlet of bondage! It would not be right for her.
34 323 She was not as other women.
34 324 Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood.
34 325 Yet there was little doubt in my mind that the prissy, inhibited, somewhat pretentious Miss Henderson, who was, all things considered, a very lovely female, might prove to be quite attractive as conjectured, say, kneeling naked at the foot of a man's couch, chained there to a slave ring, perhaps by the left ankle, or neck.
34 326 Yes, I thought, yes, she might look very nice there.
34 327 Had I not, often enough, idly placed her there, in my thoughts, in my dreams? And perhaps she would glance apprehensively at the whip.
She was not of Gor, but of Earth! Too, she was just too noble, too fine, to be a slave. She was not as other women! How lamentable and inappropriate it would be, how shocking it would be, even to contemplate her young, lovely, beautiful throat enclosed, clasped snugly, in the obdurate circlet of bondage! It would not be right for her. She was not as other women. Never! It was women such as she whom I might count on to restore my faith, shaken so on Gor, in the purity and virtue of womanhood. Yet there was little doubt in my mind that the prissy, inhibited, somewhat pretentious Miss Henderson, who was, all things considered, a very lovely female, might prove to be quite attractive as conjectured, say, kneeling naked at the foot of a man's couch, chained there to a slave ring, perhaps by the left ankle, or neck. Yes, I thought, yes, she might look very nice there. Had I not, often enough, idly placed her there, in my thoughts, in my dreams? And perhaps she would glance apprehensively at the whip. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)