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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

On the other hand, she was not eager to fall into the hands of strangers, to whom she would be no more than a loose verr or strayed kaiila. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #331)
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20 331 On the other View more quotes about hand">hand, she was not eager to fall into the hands of strangers, to whom she would be no more than a loose verr or strayed kaiila.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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20 328 Too, she did not wish to do so, having come to understand that whatever might be the case with other women, she herself belonged in the collar; the collar was her fulfillment, her dream and meaning.
20 329 She belonged at the feet of a master, serving, loving and obedient.
20 330 This Gor had taught her, and the lesson had been well learned.
20 331 On the other hand, she was not eager to fall into the hands of strangers, to whom she would be no more than a loose verr or strayed kaiila.
20 332 When they land, thought Ellen, I will try to slip away.
20 333 Then it occurred to her that they might well land after dawn, in the full daylight, and in some camp, where she would be instantly discovered.
20 334 She clutched the blanket about her, angrily, crouching in her tiny tunic in the swaying basket.
Too, she did not wish to do so, having come to understand that whatever might be the case with other women, she herself belonged in the collar; the collar was her fulfillment, her dream and meaning. She belonged at the feet of a master, serving, loving and obedient. This Gor had taught her, and the lesson had been well learned. On the other hand, she was not eager to fall into the hands of strangers, to whom she would be no more than a loose verr or strayed kaiila. When they land, thought Ellen, I will try to slip away. Then it occurred to her that they might well land after dawn, in the full daylight, and in some camp, where she would be instantly discovered. She clutched the blanket about her, angrily, crouching in her tiny tunic in the swaying basket. - (Prize of Gor)