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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

I might have been any domestic animal! A moment after the iron had marked me, and I was screaming in disbelief and pain, a scarf was placed over my eyes, and I could not even see the mark, which now made me, I sensed, somehow, radically and irremediably different than I had been. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #102)
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7 102 I View more quotes about might">might have been any domestic animal! A moment after the iron had marked me, and I was screaming in disbelief and pain, a scarf was placed over my eyes, and I could not even see the mark, which now made me, I sensed, somehow, radically and irremediably different than I had been.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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7 99 And thus I was returned to my cell.
7 100 The next morning I was routinely branded, and then returned to the cell.
7 101 I could not believe the casualness with which I had been marked.
7 102 I might have been any domestic animal! A moment after the iron had marked me, and I was screaming in disbelief and pain, a scarf was placed over my eyes, and I could not even see the mark, which now made me, I sensed, somehow, radically and irremediably different than I had been.
7 103 I would learn later that I wore in my thigh, small, but clear, imprinted there, the cursive kef.
7 104 I would learn, too, it is a common brand, marking common slaves.
7 105 Following my marking, still blindfolded, my thigh burning, I was returned to my cell, but now, by means of a belly chain and bracelets, my wrists were fastened behind me, closely, at the small of my back.
And thus I was returned to my cell. The next morning I was routinely branded, and then returned to the cell. I could not believe the casualness with which I had been marked. I might have been any domestic animal! A moment after the iron had marked me, and I was screaming in disbelief and pain, a scarf was placed over my eyes, and I could not even see the mark, which now made me, I sensed, somehow, radically and irremediably different than I had been. I would learn later that I wore in my thigh, small, but clear, imprinted there, the cursive kef. I would learn, too, it is a common brand, marking common slaves. Following my marking, still blindfolded, my thigh burning, I was returned to my cell, but now, by means of a belly chain and bracelets, my wrists were fastened behind me, closely, at the small of my back. - (Conspirators of Gor)