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I spoke of my "chain sisters" but there was a mighty gap between us, between Gorean beauties in their collars and barbarians, perhaps beauties, in theirs. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #83)

How well I would pour paga tonight, how mutely I would plead in a slave girl's thousand ways, to be alcoved! The taverner's deputy now stood back and regarded me. I, as were my chain sisters, was now in a brief, wrap-about yellow tunic. It had a light belt of yellow cloth, supported by four loops, which belt, fastened by a slip knot, might be easily undone, allowing the folds of the tunic to be delicately or rudely parted. I spoke of my "chain sisters" but there was a mighty gap between us, between Gorean beauties in their collars and barbarians, perhaps beauties, in theirs. I thought of Adraste and others, so arrogant, so superior, in their contempt of barbarians, who were themselves, as slaves, no better than the barbarians they scorned. And, I knew, we sold as well, if not better, than they. Gorean masters did not share their scorn and were fond of having us, mere barbarians, lowly as we might be, needful and begging, chained at their feet. - (Quarry of Gor)