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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then she recalled with fury, how he had forced her to squat before him and relieve herself. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #719)
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19 719 Then she View more quotes about recalled">recalled with fury, how he had forced her to squat before him and relieve herself.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 716 She feared it might have been drugged, presumably with tasteless tassa powder, to sedate her in the basket, but it had no such effect.
19 717 This pleased her.
19 718 She recalled in anger, in humiliation, too, how he had watered her, with such reckless contempt.
19 719 Then she recalled with fury, how he had forced her to squat before him and relieve herself.
19 720 To be sure, she was only a slave.
19 721 I hate him, I hate him, she thought.
19 722 He is so Gorean! He is not like the sweet, pleasant, conquered men of Earth! He does not respect women! He does not treat us with tenderness and gentleness, he does not give us our due of solicitation! He does not care for our feelings! He dominates and masters us! He is the sort of man who looks upon us as though we were horses, he with a riding crop in his hand! What have we to hope from such men, other than to remove our clothing and kneel before them, hoping to please them? Later Ellen stood again in the basket, and watched, as she could, part of the blanket beneath her feet, the rest clutched about her, shielding her from the wind and cold, the passing countryside beneath her.
She feared it might have been drugged, presumably with tasteless tassa powder, to sedate her in the basket, but it had no such effect. This pleased her. She recalled in anger, in humiliation, too, how he had watered her, with such reckless contempt. Then she recalled with fury, how he had forced her to squat before him and relieve herself. To be sure, she was only a slave. I hate him, I hate him, she thought. He is so Gorean! He is not like the sweet, pleasant, conquered men of Earth! He does not respect women! He does not treat us with tenderness and gentleness, he does not give us our due of solicitation! He does not care for our feelings! He dominates and masters us! He is the sort of man who looks upon us as though we were horses, he with a riding crop in his hand! What have we to hope from such men, other than to remove our clothing and kneel before them, hoping to please them? Later Ellen stood again in the basket, and watched, as she could, part of the blanket beneath her feet, the rest clutched about her, shielding her from the wind and cold, the passing countryside beneath her. - (Prize of Gor)