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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

Before such men women could be but properties; they belonged at the feet of such men, as slaves. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #152)
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16 152 Before such men View more quotes about women">women could be but properties; they belonged at the feet of such men, as slaves.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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16 149 I was unable to deny them, as much as I might wish to do so.
16 150 And such relationships on Gor were institutionalized, fixed in law! I was collared! I sensed that I belonged on the block, stripped, before such men, who might, fittingly, purchase me as an object, or toy.
16 151 It is strange how one can sense such things, but, to my irritation, I was in no doubt about it.
16 152 Before such men women could be but properties; they belonged at the feet of such men, as slaves.
16 153 But if one were a slave, why should one not be a slave? Is there not a freedom, a liberation, a relief, in such an acknowledgement? Are the miseries of a free woman so superior to the joys of a mastered, loving slave? Let each consider the matter for herself.
16 154 With two hands, he thrust open the canvas curtains at the head of the wagon and light, and fresh air, surged into that narrow, rectangular, hitherto oppressive wood-and-canvas enclosure.
16 155 I blinked against the light.
I was unable to deny them, as much as I might wish to do so. And such relationships on Gor were institutionalized, fixed in law! I was collared! I sensed that I belonged on the block, stripped, before such men, who might, fittingly, purchase me as an object, or toy. It is strange how one can sense such things, but, to my irritation, I was in no doubt about it. Before such men women could be but properties; they belonged at the feet of such men, as slaves. But if one were a slave, why should one not be a slave? Is there not a freedom, a liberation, a relief, in such an acknowledgement? Are the miseries of a free woman so superior to the joys of a mastered, loving slave? Let each consider the matter for herself. With two hands, he thrust open the canvas curtains at the head of the wagon and light, and fresh air, surged into that narrow, rectangular, hitherto oppressive wood-and-canvas enclosure. I blinked against the light. - (Conspirators of Gor)