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

She must be herself, openly, publicly, as innocently and unapologetically as the rhythm of her breathing, the beating of her heart, as innocently and unapologetically as the scar of her brand and the metal of her collar! Why did you come to see me, she thought, dancing. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #614)
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24 614 She View more quotes about must">must be herself, openly, publicly, as innocently and unapologetically as the rhythm of her breathing, the beating of her heart, as innocently and unapologetically as the scar of her brand and the metal of her collar! Why did you come to see me, she thought, dancing.

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

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24 611 How amused must he be! How justified now was all his contempt for her! How could she ever hope to win his respect, now that he had seen her thusly! This was now all she could ever be to him! Never again could he see her as anything but what she now was, something worthless, the most abject and degraded of slaves! Then suddenly she was furious.
24 612 You have done this to me, she thought.
24 613 You have made me like this! Oh, I was always a slave, yes, doubtless, but it was you who forced me to reveal it! You, then, it was who forced me to acknowledge myself, who forced me to show myself as what I truly am! Surely a woman is entitled to this privacy! Surely she is entitled to conceal this truth! But on Gor, of course, a slave girl is permitted no such thing.
24 614 She must be herself, openly, publicly, as innocently and unapologetically as the rhythm of her breathing, the beating of her heart, as innocently and unapologetically as the scar of her brand and the metal of her collar! Why did you come to see me, she thought, dancing.
24 615 I am not being beaten! Has your joke, clever master, turned out badly? I cannot read your expression.
24 616 It is dark there, and you conceal your feelings well.
24 617 I think you do want me, in spite of what you pretend.
How amused must he be! How justified now was all his contempt for her! How could she ever hope to win his respect, now that he had seen her thusly! This was now all she could ever be to him! Never again could he see her as anything but what she now was, something worthless, the most abject and degraded of slaves! Then suddenly she was furious. You have done this to me, she thought. You have made me like this! Oh, I was always a slave, yes, doubtless, but it was you who forced me to reveal it! You, then, it was who forced me to acknowledge myself, who forced me to show myself as what I truly am! Surely a woman is entitled to this privacy! Surely she is entitled to conceal this truth! But on Gor, of course, a slave girl is permitted no such thing. She must be herself, openly, publicly, as innocently and unapologetically as the rhythm of her breathing, the beating of her heart, as innocently and unapologetically as the scar of her brand and the metal of her collar! Why did you come to see me, she thought, dancing. I am not being beaten! Has your joke, clever master, turned out badly? I cannot read your expression. It is dark there, and you conceal your feelings well. I think you do want me, in spite of what you pretend. - (Prize of Gor)