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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

What was of interest was that the woman, of whom we had caught a brief glimpse in the corridor, though barefoot and half naked, was not tunicked, or comparably clad, as a slave. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 55, Sentence #82)
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55 82 What was of View more quotes about interest">interest was that the woman, of whom we had caught a brief glimpse in the corridor, though barefoot and half naked, was not tunicked, or comparably clad, as a slave.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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55 79 They enjoy seeing slaves clad as slaves.
55 80 As the slaves are owned, why should men not have them clad as they wish, clad for the pleasure and delectation of men? And the slave, once she understands that she is truly a slave, even to the mark and collar, delights in such things, delights in her display, delights in her frank, honest, shameless exhibition and brazen exposure, that in which she has no choice and to which she dare not object, even should she wish to do so.
55 81 How else could a woman be more herself, more radically female, than as slave? The hatred borne by free women to helpless slaves is legendary.
55 82 What was of interest was that the woman, of whom we had caught a brief glimpse in the corridor, though barefoot and half naked, was not tunicked, or comparably clad, as a slave.
55 83 She clutched about her, in her flight, no more than a simple cloth, which might have been derived from any number of possible origins, even from the shreds of more refined habiliments.
55 84 "I think that is a free woman," said Tajima.
55 85 "Too ill-clothed," said Pertinax.
They enjoy seeing slaves clad as slaves. As the slaves are owned, why should men not have them clad as they wish, clad for the pleasure and delectation of men? And the slave, once she understands that she is truly a slave, even to the mark and collar, delights in such things, delights in her display, delights in her frank, honest, shameless exhibition and brazen exposure, that in which she has no choice and to which she dare not object, even should she wish to do so. How else could a woman be more herself, more radically female, than as slave? The hatred borne by free women to helpless slaves is legendary. What was of interest was that the woman, of whom we had caught a brief glimpse in the corridor, though barefoot and half naked, was not tunicked, or comparably clad, as a slave. She clutched about her, in her flight, no more than a simple cloth, which might have been derived from any number of possible origins, even from the shreds of more refined habiliments. "I think that is a free woman," said Tajima. "Too ill-clothed," said Pertinax. - (Rebels of Gor)