Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 500 | 'Your sandals!' she said, View more quotes about putting">putting out her hand. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 497 | Now let me pass!' 'You high slaves,' she said, 'think you are better than the rest of us!' 'We are superior,' I informed her. |
| 3 | 498 | Was that not obvious? 'But we all lick the feet of men!' she said. |
| 3 | 499 | 'Get out of my way!' I demanded. |
| 3 | 500 | 'Your sandals!' she said, putting out her hand. |
| 3 | 501 | 'No!' I said. |
| 3 | 502 | After all, how could I walk without them? 'You would deny me,' she asked, 'you bauble, you small, well-turned, meaningless morsel of collar meat, you plaything, you caressable little she-urt!' And then she leaped at me and seized me by the hair, and twisted her hands within it, and shook my head, and I screamed with misery, blind with pain. |
| 3 | 503 | Then she forced me down to my knees, I, actually a free woman, and, without relinquishing her hold on my hair, still hurting me, terribly, went behind me, and jerked my head up. |
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Now let me pass!' 'You high slaves,' she said, 'think you are better than the rest of us!' 'We are superior,' I informed her.
Was that not obvious? 'But we all lick the feet of men!' she said.
'Get out of my way!' I demanded.
'Your sandals!' she said, putting out her hand.
'No!' I said.
After all, how could I walk without them? 'You would deny me,' she asked, 'you bauble, you small, well-turned, meaningless morsel of collar meat, you plaything, you caressable little she-urt!' And then she leaped at me and seized me by the hair, and twisted her hands within it, and shook my head, and I screamed with misery, blind with pain.
Then she forced me down to my knees, I, actually a free woman, and, without relinquishing her hold on my hair, still hurting me, terribly, went behind me, and jerked my head up.
- (Mariners of Gor)