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Monday, January 12, 2026

Virtus Chapter 3: The Mark of Slavery

 



"I hate you!" I cried to him, in rage. I clutched the blanket about me. How hard it is for a girl, stripped, to stand before, and conduct herself with dignity before, as an equal, a man who is fully clothed. I clutched the blanket with my fists. I held it tightly about me. It gave me courage. He had made me love him! I loved him! And yet he cared nothing for me! "Don't you understand," I cried, "I love you! I love you! And yet you treat me as nothing! I hate you!" I shook with rage. "I hate you! I hate you!" I cried. After making me love him, he had permitted his men to amuse themselves with me! He had given me to them for their sport! "You gave me to others!" I wept. "I hate you!" I looked at him, wildly. "You do not know who I am," I said. "I am Judy Thornton! I am of Earth! I am not one of your barbarian girls, a slut for your pleasure! I am a refined, civilized young woman! I am better than you are! I am better than you all!"
                                                                                               -- Slave Girl of Gor

 

 

 The slave girl's blue eyes were wide with worry. “Are you sure about this?”

Virtus Chapter 2: Gor



"It is a world in which men and women stood closer to the fires of life," he said. "It was a world of tides and gods, of spears and Caesars, of games, and wreathes of laurel, of the clash, detectable for miles, of phalanxes, of the marchings of legions, in measured stride, of the long roads and the fortified camps, of the coming and going of the oared ships, of the pourings of offerings, wine and salt, and oil, into the sea."

– Dancer of Gor

 

Eugene Phillips became aware that he was chilly. Sleepily, he tried to pull the blanket up over his head and somehow failed entirely.

Virtus Chapter 1: The Black Knight

 


'This here is probably our bestselling love seat' says man who would have been powerful, revered warrior 4000 years ago.”
Onion headline

 

It was Sunday afternoon in Youngstown, Ohio. A man stood in the middle of an overgrown, ill-maintained field behind a dying factory, wearing the most ridiculous outfit.

Virtus Chapter 3: The Mark of Slavery

  "I hate you!" I cried to him, in rage. I clutched the blanket about me. How hard it is for a girl, stripped, to stand before, ...