Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 37 | 143 | Yes, I View more quotes about thought">thought, regarding Darla, a collar might look well on her neck. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 37 | 140 | Yes, I thought, she was a woman, a true woman, but, as yet, was incomplete, for she had no master. |
| 37 | 141 | How I remembered much of this from my former world, when I had lain in my bed for hours at a time, restless and miserable, knowing myself a slave, but a slave without a master. |
| 37 | 142 | So, I thought, the sorry wallet has been opened, and it contains a coin of gold; the dingy wrapper has been unrolled, and within it we find rare silk; the uninspiring amphora has been unsealed, and within it we find a splendid wine, the sort men might prize, and for which they might bid, and heatedly. |
| 37 | 143 | Yes, I thought, regarding Darla, a collar might look well on her neck. |
| 37 | 144 | Yes, I thought, it belongs there. |
| 37 | 145 | Tuza then was no longer laughing but, furious, she freed her switch from her belt, rushed upon Darla, and switched her, again and again. |
| 37 | 146 | Though we were not struck, Tula, Mila, and myself cringed, reacting to each stroke, for we had felt the switch of Tuza, and well knew its air-parting hiss, its crack, and sting. |
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Yes, I thought, she was a woman, a true woman, but, as yet, was incomplete, for she had no master.
How I remembered much of this from my former world, when I had lain in my bed for hours at a time, restless and miserable, knowing myself a slave, but a slave without a master.
So, I thought, the sorry wallet has been opened, and it contains a coin of gold; the dingy wrapper has been unrolled, and within it we find rare silk; the uninspiring amphora has been unsealed, and within it we find a splendid wine, the sort men might prize, and for which they might bid, and heatedly.
Yes, I thought, regarding Darla, a collar might look well on her neck.
Yes, I thought, it belongs there.
Tuza then was no longer laughing but, furious, she freed her switch from her belt, rushed upon Darla, and switched her, again and again.
Though we were not struck, Tula, Mila, and myself cringed, reacting to each stroke, for we had felt the switch of Tuza, and well knew its air-parting hiss, its crack, and sting.
- (Smugglers of Gor)