Results Details

So! So, even my master, it seemed, was willing to acknowledge that I was a beauty! But what sort of beauty? I had no doubt now about the matter. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #60)

"I suppose so," said Clitus Vitellius. How they speak of us, I thought! "But she is a beauty," said the other. "Perhaps," acknowledged Clitus Vitellius. So! So, even my master, it seemed, was willing to acknowledge that I was a beauty! But what sort of beauty? I had no doubt now about the matter. Oh, I was sure that they were both excellent judges of women, yes, but of what sort of women, I asked myself, women stripped or lightly clad, women in collars or chains! And in what sort of venues had this superb taste in women been developed and honed? In the streets of Ar, seeing girls on leashes or cuffed to rings, in the branding camps of the Vosk, in coffles descending gangplanks in Schendi, on ropes being driven naked to the Sardar Fairs? Perhaps in paga taverns, in the alcoves or in the dancing circles, in brothels, in slave markets? I was being compared with others as flesh, as meat, as an animal, as stock! To be sure, to be regarded as a beauty among slaves is a high compliment to a girl. Most Gorean slaves are beautiful, you see. Indeed, that is why they are made slaves. - (Slave Girl of Gor)