Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 325 | "What is your lot View more quotes about number">number, slut?" would call a man, and she would call back to him, "117, Master". |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 322 | To be sure, she could be commanded by observers to smile, to shake out her hair, to lift her head, to exhibit certain attitudes, and perform in various ways, at the bar. |
| 22 | 323 | She as slave must obey. |
| 22 | 324 | And so many times, in the afternoon, had she been forced to kiss the bar, to cling to it, to caress it, to kneel before it, head down, and such. |
| 22 | 325 | "What is your lot number, slut?" would call a man, and she would call back to him, "117, Master". |
| 22 | 326 | There were doubtless several hundred slaves in the camp, more even than had been in her coffle on the long trek toward Brundisium. |
| 22 | 327 | Perhaps there were more than a thousand slaves in the camp. |
| 22 | 328 | She did not know. |
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To be sure, she could be commanded by observers to smile, to shake out her hair, to lift her head, to exhibit certain attitudes, and perform in various ways, at the bar.
She as slave must obey.
And so many times, in the afternoon, had she been forced to kiss the bar, to cling to it, to caress it, to kneel before it, head down, and such.
"What is your lot number, slut?" would call a man, and she would call back to him, "117, Master".
There were doubtless several hundred slaves in the camp, more even than had been in her coffle on the long trek toward Brundisium.
Perhaps there were more than a thousand slaves in the camp.
She did not know.
- (Prize of Gor)