Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 6 | Would a View more quotes about master">master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 3 | How could a master care for them? She and the other girls, you see, in this terrible place, were not permitted lotions. |
| 12 | 4 | How hard and rough were her hands. |
| 12 | 5 | How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave. |
| 12 | 6 | Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought. |
| 12 | 7 | That is not so much. |
| 12 | 8 | Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch. |
| 12 | 9 | Suddenly she cried out in pain, for the whip had struck her back. |
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How could a master care for them? She and the other girls, you see, in this terrible place, were not permitted lotions.
How hard and rough were her hands.
How hard and rough they might be on his body, not soft, silken, as should be the hands of a slave.
Would a master not recoil from contact with such hands? Surely we should have at least lotions, she thought.
That is not so much.
Are we not slaves? Surely the touch of a slave should be as soft as the timid pressing of her lips on the master's chest or thigh, as gentle, as stimulating, as caressing as the flow of scented slave silk drawn across his belly, as piteously sweet as a tender whisper in the night, at his feet, from the slave ring, begging for his touch.
Suddenly she cried out in pain, for the whip had struck her back.
- (Prize of Gor)