Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 50 | "I will View more quotes about tell">tell your master!" screamed one. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 47 | For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather. |
| 5 | 48 | As Kamchak and I walked to his wagon, I saw several girls, here and there, clad Kajir; they were magnificent; they walked with the true brazen insolence of the slave girl, the wench who knows that she is owned, whom men have found beautiful enough, and exciting enough, to collar. |
| 5 | 49 | The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on these girls with envy and hatred, sometimes striking them with sticks if they should approach too closely the cooking pots and attempt to steal a piece of meat. |
| 5 | 50 | "I will tell your master!" screamed one. |
| 5 | 51 | The girl laughed at her and with a toss of her auburn hair, bound in the Koora, ran off between the wagons. |
| 5 | 52 | Kamchak and I laughed. |
| 5 | 53 | I gathered that the beauty had little to fear from her master, saving perhaps that she might cease to please him. |
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For a male slave, or Kajirus, of the Wagon Peoples, and there are few, save for the work chains, to be clad Kajir means to wear the Kes, a short, sleeveless work tunic of black leather.
As Kamchak and I walked to his wagon, I saw several girls, here and there, clad Kajir; they were magnificent; they walked with the true brazen insolence of the slave girl, the wench who knows that she is owned, whom men have found beautiful enough, and exciting enough, to collar.
The dour women of the Wagon Peoples, I saw, looked on these girls with envy and hatred, sometimes striking them with sticks if they should approach too closely the cooking pots and attempt to steal a piece of meat.
"I will tell your master!" screamed one.
The girl laughed at her and with a toss of her auburn hair, bound in the Koora, ran off between the wagons.
Kamchak and I laughed.
I gathered that the beauty had little to fear from her master, saving perhaps that she might cease to please him.
- (Nomads of Gor)