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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Doubtless, in time, they, too, would come to understand that they were slaves, and had always been slaves, lacking only the master and the collar. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #312)
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7 312 View more quotes about doubtless">Doubtless, in time, they, too, would come to understand that they were slaves, and had always been slaves, lacking only the master and the collar.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 309 They arouse men, and have their effect on the woman, as well.
7 310 Do they not inform her of what she is, and what she is for? I knew that I was different from some, at least, of the other girls.
7 311 Unlike some of them, I had known I was a slave, even on Earth.
7 312 Doubtless, in time, they, too, would come to understand that they were slaves, and had always been slaves, lacking only the master and the collar.
7 313 They would come home to themselves, in being owned and mastered.
7 314 What hormonally normal woman does not wish to kneel before a master? Is this not clear enough from their dreams, and their feelings? Who does not wish to be a man's belonging? Who does not wish to feel his bonds, his lips and hands on one's body, owning it, possessing it, subduing it, treating it as he wishes, so casually, so thoughtlessly, so imperiously, caressing it into submission, forcing it to yield to him the pleasures of the master, and forcing us, as well, to endure, should it please him, whether we will or no, unspeakable, spasmodic ecstasies of rapture, ecstasies which we will beg to yield, again and again, as his ravished slave? "What was your caste?" I had been asked.
7 315 "I had no caste," I said.
They arouse men, and have their effect on the woman, as well. Do they not inform her of what she is, and what she is for? I knew that I was different from some, at least, of the other girls. Unlike some of them, I had known I was a slave, even on Earth. Doubtless, in time, they, too, would come to understand that they were slaves, and had always been slaves, lacking only the master and the collar. They would come home to themselves, in being owned and mastered. What hormonally normal woman does not wish to kneel before a master? Is this not clear enough from their dreams, and their feelings? Who does not wish to be a man's belonging? Who does not wish to feel his bonds, his lips and hands on one's body, owning it, possessing it, subduing it, treating it as he wishes, so casually, so thoughtlessly, so imperiously, caressing it into submission, forcing it to yield to him the pleasures of the master, and forcing us, as well, to endure, should it please him, whether we will or no, unspeakable, spasmodic ecstasies of rapture, ecstasies which we will beg to yield, again and again, as his ravished slave? "What was your caste?" I had been asked. "I had no caste," I said. - (Smugglers of Gor)