Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 5 | Oh, I View more quotes about cried">cried with pain, of course, helpless in the iron grip of the vise, my wrists fastened behind me, in the snug, unslippable metal bracelets, and sobbed, but, in my tears, did they know this, I sobbed, as well, with joy At last it had been done to me. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 2 | The gulf between free and slave is profound and momentous, and such as I were brought, at least on the whole, to this unbelievably fresh and beautiful world, so bracing and green, as goods, no more than livestock, to be disposed of in markets. |
| 3 | 3 | I was soon branded, that there would be no mistaking me, for what I was. |
| 3 | 4 | How that simple mark transformed me! I was then different, radically so, from what I had been! And I knew myself so, and, yes, gratefully. |
| 3 | 5 | Oh, I cried with pain, of course, helpless in the iron grip of the vise, my wrists fastened behind me, in the snug, unslippable metal bracelets, and sobbed, but, in my tears, did they know this, I sobbed, as well, with joy At last it had been done to me. |
| 3 | 6 | At last I was free! In a thousand dreams, had this not been done to me? Had I not, in a thousand dreams, been so marked, so designated, so proclaimed, so identified? Am I terrible? Perhaps, perhaps not. |
| 3 | 7 | Is it so strange that I, then humbled, then reduced, then subject to chains, the whip, the collar, was now free, at last free! It was a freedom in which I had had no decision, but one forced upon me, and I would not have had it otherwise. |
| 3 | 8 | I was grateful to have been taken in hand, and simply treated as what I was, routinely, a female, only that, and gloriously so. |
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The gulf between free and slave is profound and momentous, and such as I were brought, at least on the whole, to this unbelievably fresh and beautiful world, so bracing and green, as goods, no more than livestock, to be disposed of in markets.
I was soon branded, that there would be no mistaking me, for what I was.
How that simple mark transformed me! I was then different, radically so, from what I had been! And I knew myself so, and, yes, gratefully.
Oh, I cried with pain, of course, helpless in the iron grip of the vise, my wrists fastened behind me, in the snug, unslippable metal bracelets, and sobbed, but, in my tears, did they know this, I sobbed, as well, with joy At last it had been done to me.
At last I was free! In a thousand dreams, had this not been done to me? Had I not, in a thousand dreams, been so marked, so designated, so proclaimed, so identified? Am I terrible? Perhaps, perhaps not.
Is it so strange that I, then humbled, then reduced, then subject to chains, the whip, the collar, was now free, at last free! It was a freedom in which I had had no decision, but one forced upon me, and I would not have had it otherwise.
I was grateful to have been taken in hand, and simply treated as what I was, routinely, a female, only that, and gloriously so.
- (Smugglers of Gor)