Book 19. (1 results) Kajira of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 620 | His View more quotes about grip">grip on my arms, holding me absolutely helplessly, was like iron. |
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Book 19. (7 results) Kajira of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 617 | He held me before him. |
| 8 | 618 | "Taste the slave in me," I begged. |
| 8 | 619 | He looked down into my eyes, fiercely. |
| 8 | 620 | His grip on my arms, holding me absolutely helplessly, was like iron. |
| 8 | 621 | "Oh, would that you were a slave," he whispered, intensely. |
| 8 | 622 | "Would that you were a slave!" He then, lifting me from my feet as though I might have been no more than a doll, suddenly, violently, with a cry of rage, flung me from him, yards from him, to the surface of the bed. |
| 8 | 623 | On the bed I scrambled to my knees. |
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He held me before him.
"Taste the slave in me," I begged.
He looked down into my eyes, fiercely.
His grip on my arms, holding me absolutely helplessly, was like iron.
"Oh, would that you were a slave," he whispered, intensely.
"Would that you were a slave!" He then, lifting me from my feet as though I might have been no more than a doll, suddenly, violently, with a cry of rage, flung me from him, yards from him, to the surface of the bed.
On the bed I scrambled to my knees.
- (Kajira of Gor)