Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 111 | "Of View more quotes about course">course, of course," she wept. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 108 | "Please do not mock me, Master," she sobbed. |
| 15 | 109 | "You are my master! You have taught it to me! I have learned it in your arms, on your chain, under your lash! You have taken me and made me your female, your slave! Surely you know that I am now yours, as much as a sleen or a tarsk! In my heart I know you as my master, and want you as my master! What is the import of a legal technicality? What more could a brand and collar give me, which I beg of you, other than the reassuring confirmation of that of which I am already thoroughly apprised! Do not insult a poor slave by denying her the brand! Do not keep her neck free of the collar which in her heart she already wears! Deprive me of this last meaningless vestige of freedom, this lingering, opprobrious technicality, which now does no more than torment and humiliate me!" He looked down upon her, at his feet. |
| 15 | 110 | How beautiful she was! "As you are a free woman," he said, "you may, of course, if you wish, call me 'Master'". |
| 15 | 111 | "Of course, of course," she wept. |
| 15 | 112 | "Would that I had no choice!" she cried, bitterly. |
| 15 | 113 | Then she whispered, her head to the tiles, "Know you not you are my master, Master?" I looked at him. |
| 15 | 114 | He well knew, I saw, that the beauty at his feet was his. |
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"Please do not mock me, Master," she sobbed.
"You are my master! You have taught it to me! I have learned it in your arms, on your chain, under your lash! You have taken me and made me your female, your slave! Surely you know that I am now yours, as much as a sleen or a tarsk! In my heart I know you as my master, and want you as my master! What is the import of a legal technicality? What more could a brand and collar give me, which I beg of you, other than the reassuring confirmation of that of which I am already thoroughly apprised! Do not insult a poor slave by denying her the brand! Do not keep her neck free of the collar which in her heart she already wears! Deprive me of this last meaningless vestige of freedom, this lingering, opprobrious technicality, which now does no more than torment and humiliate me!" He looked down upon her, at his feet.
How beautiful she was! "As you are a free woman," he said, "you may, of course, if you wish, call me 'Master'".
"Of course, of course," she wept.
"Would that I had no choice!" she cried, bitterly.
Then she whispered, her head to the tiles, "Know you not you are my master, Master?" I looked at him.
He well knew, I saw, that the beauty at his feet was his.
- (Mercenaries of Gor)