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

"Too," he said, "they are furious that the slave's beauty is public, as they secretly wish was theirs, and that men, when they want pleasure, rather than station, opportunity, advancement, position, prestige, and such, seek out not them, but the slave. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #610)
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52 610 "Too," he said, "they are furious that the View more quotes about slave">slave's beauty is public, as they secretly wish was theirs, and that men, when they want pleasure, rather than station, opportunity, advancement, position, prestige, and such, seek out not them, but the slave.

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

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52 607 "No wonder free women hate us so!" I said.
52 608 "They know women belong to men," he said, "and in the slave it is manifest, for there before them is a woman who belongs to men".
52 609 "Yes, Master," I said.
52 610 "Too," he said, "they are furious that the slave's beauty is public, as they secretly wish was theirs, and that men, when they want pleasure, rather than station, opportunity, advancement, position, prestige, and such, seek out not them, but the slave.
52 611 They resent it, too, that the slave's sexual needs are deep, profound, and blatant, and that she satisfies them.
52 612 Too, they suspect the slave's erotic ecstasies, afflicting her entire mind and body, the glow imbuing her entire yielded, subdued existence, the profundity of the submitted female's succession of uncontrollable orgasms, the raptures of a begging, thrashing chattel's responses, the daily joy, in large things and small, she knows in a master's collar".
52 613 "Master," I whispered.
"No wonder free women hate us so!" I said. "They know women belong to men," he said, "and in the slave it is manifest, for there before them is a woman who belongs to men". "Yes, Master," I said. "Too," he said, "they are furious that the slave's beauty is public, as they secretly wish was theirs, and that men, when they want pleasure, rather than station, opportunity, advancement, position, prestige, and such, seek out not them, but the slave. They resent it, too, that the slave's sexual needs are deep, profound, and blatant, and that she satisfies them. Too, they suspect the slave's erotic ecstasies, afflicting her entire mind and body, the glow imbuing her entire yielded, subdued existence, the profundity of the submitted female's succession of uncontrollable orgasms, the raptures of a begging, thrashing chattel's responses, the daily joy, in large things and small, she knows in a master's collar". "Master," I whispered. - (Conspirators of Gor)