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Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then, as now, though I was not able to recognize it clearly then, Beverly Henderson was the sort of woman who belonged to men, the sort of woman who should be put naked upon the block and sold to the highest bidder. - (Rogue of Gor, Chapter 30, Sentence #228)
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30 228 Then, as now, View more quotes about though">though I was not able to recognize it clearly then, Beverly Henderson was the sort of woman who belonged to men, the sort of woman who should be put naked upon the block and sold to the highest bidder.

Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)

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30 225 The linen had been very white, and the silver soft and lustrous in the flickering candlelight.
30 226 Had I been able to see her then as I was now enabled, by my Gorean experience, to see her now, I would have been able to see instantly through the trappings of her freedom to the slave beneath.
30 227 I would have known for certain then as I knew for certain now that she belonged in the collar.
30 228 Then, as now, though I was not able to recognize it clearly then, Beverly Henderson was the sort of woman who belonged to men, the sort of woman who should be put naked upon the block and sold to the highest bidder.
30 229 What an exultant pleasure to own such a woman, and to have her at your bidding, your slave, among your treasures.
30 230 "This fellow claims to have impersonated the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, and to have deceived us all," said Policrates to the girl.
30 231 The girl regarded me in astonishment, in disbelief.
The linen had been very white, and the silver soft and lustrous in the flickering candlelight. Had I been able to see her then as I was now enabled, by my Gorean experience, to see her now, I would have been able to see instantly through the trappings of her freedom to the slave beneath. I would have known for certain then as I knew for certain now that she belonged in the collar. Then, as now, though I was not able to recognize it clearly then, Beverly Henderson was the sort of woman who belonged to men, the sort of woman who should be put naked upon the block and sold to the highest bidder. What an exultant pleasure to own such a woman, and to have her at your bidding, your slave, among your treasures. "This fellow claims to have impersonated the courier of Ragnar Voskjard, and to have deceived us all," said Policrates to the girl. The girl regarded me in astonishment, in disbelief. - (Rogue of Gor)