Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 1422 | "View more quotes about masters">Masters," he would say, smiling, "do not much mix in the squabbles of slaves". |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 1419 | My hair was jerked and twisted, short of being torn from my head, which would have been a punishable offense, and my body was much bruised, by small, angry fists, and, often enough, from the blows of ladles and stirring spoons. |
| 8 | 1420 | When I put myself to my belly before the kitchen master, pressing my lips to his feet, and complaining, or simply begging to be protected, I would receive little comfort. |
| 8 | 1421 | I was not Gorean. |
| 8 | 1422 | "Masters," he would say, smiling, "do not much mix in the squabbles of slaves". |
| 8 | 1423 | Had there been a "first girl," I might have assisted her in her tasks, done much of her work, flattered her, cultivated her, petitioned her, and so on, but there was no first girl. |
| 8 | 1424 | The nearest thing to a first girl was Marcella, who did not care for me, and was the favorite of the kitchen master. |
| 8 | 1425 | It was not much comfort to me that she might regard me as a rival; rather, it was a source of considerable apprehension. |
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My hair was jerked and twisted, short of being torn from my head, which would have been a punishable offense, and my body was much bruised, by small, angry fists, and, often enough, from the blows of ladles and stirring spoons.
When I put myself to my belly before the kitchen master, pressing my lips to his feet, and complaining, or simply begging to be protected, I would receive little comfort.
I was not Gorean.
"Masters," he would say, smiling, "do not much mix in the squabbles of slaves".
Had there been a "first girl," I might have assisted her in her tasks, done much of her work, flattered her, cultivated her, petitioned her, and so on, but there was no first girl.
The nearest thing to a first girl was Marcella, who did not care for me, and was the favorite of the kitchen master.
It was not much comfort to me that she might regard me as a rival; rather, it was a source of considerable apprehension.
- (Conspirators of Gor)