Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 75 | 64 | She View more quotes about tried">tried the bracelets a bit, fastening her small wrists behind her body, and knew herself, as she knew she would, slave helpless. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 75 | 61 | "Please, Master, let me speak," she begged. |
| 75 | 62 | "No," he said. |
| 75 | 63 | Ramar, the great sleen, lay nearby. |
| 75 | 64 | She tried the bracelets a bit, fastening her small wrists behind her body, and knew herself, as she knew she would, slave helpless. |
| 75 | 65 | "I want to be in his bracelets," she thought, scarcely daring to believe her own thoughts. |
| 75 | 66 | "How long can I pretend to myself I am a free woman? Have I not learned by now I should be a slave, and am a slave? Why does he not touch me? I want his touch. |
| 75 | 67 | Does he not know what was done to me before, how my body has been changed? My mind cries 'free woman'! My belly cries 'slave'! How foolish is my mind! How wise my belly! Dear mind, how you desire to dictate to me! Do you still listen only to others, dear mind, and not to me? Why do you not look upon my truth? Is it not your truth, as well? Dear mind, surrender, unite with my body! Dear mind, is the truth so terrible, so unfamiliar, so unreasonable, so alien? I want to be one with my body, not its foe. |
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"Please, Master, let me speak," she begged.
"No," he said.
Ramar, the great sleen, lay nearby.
She tried the bracelets a bit, fastening her small wrists behind her body, and knew herself, as she knew she would, slave helpless.
"I want to be in his bracelets," she thought, scarcely daring to believe her own thoughts.
"How long can I pretend to myself I am a free woman? Have I not learned by now I should be a slave, and am a slave? Why does he not touch me? I want his touch.
Does he not know what was done to me before, how my body has been changed? My mind cries 'free woman'! My belly cries 'slave'! How foolish is my mind! How wise my belly! Dear mind, how you desire to dictate to me! Do you still listen only to others, dear mind, and not to me? Why do you not look upon my truth? Is it not your truth, as well? Dear mind, surrender, unite with my body! Dear mind, is the truth so terrible, so unfamiliar, so unreasonable, so alien? I want to be one with my body, not its foe.
- (Kur of Gor)