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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

They are sexually deprived, denied their femininity's right to be so powerfully desired, so lusted for, that they are taken in hand and made slaves. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #109)
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17 109 They are sexually deprived, View more quotes about denied">denied their femininity's right to be so powerfully desired, so lusted for, that they are taken in hand and made slaves.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 106 They now arose in me with the regularity and power of tides, carrying me, willing or not, upon them.
17 107 In their grasp I found myself, Elinor Brinton, no more than an aroused, needful slave.
17 108 On Earth millions of women live empty, unrewarding lives.
17 109 They are sexually deprived, denied their femininity's right to be so powerfully desired, so lusted for, that they are taken in hand and made slaves.
17 110 Many I am sure would, in a slaver's eye, be deemed worthy of collaring.
17 111 But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master.
17 112 I sometimes thought of many of the girls I had known on Earth, whose names I will omit, lest somehow, sometime, somewhere, they read these pages, who would surely look well, stripped and collared, kneeling before masters, their knees perforce widely spread, their tiny, lovely wrists confined behind them, in tightly fitting slave bracelets.
They now arose in me with the regularity and power of tides, carrying me, willing or not, upon them. In their grasp I found myself, Elinor Brinton, no more than an aroused, needful slave. On Earth millions of women live empty, unrewarding lives. They are sexually deprived, denied their femininity's right to be so powerfully desired, so lusted for, that they are taken in hand and made slaves. Many I am sure would, in a slaver's eye, be deemed worthy of collaring. But how few, I fear, will know the collar, the master. I sometimes thought of many of the girls I had known on Earth, whose names I will omit, lest somehow, sometime, somewhere, they read these pages, who would surely look well, stripped and collared, kneeling before masters, their knees perforce widely spread, their tiny, lovely wrists confined behind them, in tightly fitting slave bracelets. - (Captive of Gor)