Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 42 | 4 | But of View more quotes about course">course I had not wanted to see him again, for I despised, and hated him, such a ruthless, uncaring, thoughtless, uncompromising brute, and master! How terrifying it would be to be owned by such a man, to be his, to be done with as he pleased! Why had he not bought me? Surely I was not expensive, might I not be within his means? Did he not want me? I hated him. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 42 | 1 | It was the morning of the day following the capture of the Panther Women, the appearance of the sleen in their camp, my experience with the beast, and its recovery by the sleen master. |
| 42 | 2 | Too, of course, I had discovered that the sleen master had not been alone, but, to my astonishment and consternation, to my outrage, humiliation, fear, and fury, I now helplessly caught, to my hatred and relief, to my fear, misery, and joy, was accompanied by another, one whom I well knew, even if it were not one by whom I was well known. |
| 42 | 3 | How angry I was that he had found me, and how I had longed to see him again, and how I had feared I might never see him again! How pleased I was to have been caught. |
| 42 | 4 | But of course I had not wanted to see him again, for I despised, and hated him, such a ruthless, uncaring, thoughtless, uncompromising brute, and master! How terrifying it would be to be owned by such a man, to be his, to be done with as he pleased! Why had he not bought me? Surely I was not expensive, might I not be within his means? Did he not want me? I hated him. |
| 42 | 5 | I wanted to be at his feet, head down, naked and collared, my lips pressed to his sandals, hoping to be found acceptable, even pleasing. |
| 42 | 6 | Was I truly nothing but another slave to him, merely another piece of meaningless collar-meat, to be indifferently fetched from a pen, or block, by a coin? How I hated him! How I wanted his collar! Then I was afraid. |
| 42 | 7 | What if he were companioned? Might he buy me for his companion? Would she sense that I was his slave? How cruel she would be to me! Might he keep me to the side, in rented space, in a girl stable, to be used when convenient? Or would he want me, at all? Was I truly so inferior, such common stock? I loathed the thought of his touch. |
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It was the morning of the day following the capture of the Panther Women, the appearance of the sleen in their camp, my experience with the beast, and its recovery by the sleen master.
Too, of course, I had discovered that the sleen master had not been alone, but, to my astonishment and consternation, to my outrage, humiliation, fear, and fury, I now helplessly caught, to my hatred and relief, to my fear, misery, and joy, was accompanied by another, one whom I well knew, even if it were not one by whom I was well known.
How angry I was that he had found me, and how I had longed to see him again, and how I had feared I might never see him again! How pleased I was to have been caught.
But of course I had not wanted to see him again, for I despised, and hated him, such a ruthless, uncaring, thoughtless, uncompromising brute, and master! How terrifying it would be to be owned by such a man, to be his, to be done with as he pleased! Why had he not bought me? Surely I was not expensive, might I not be within his means? Did he not want me? I hated him.
I wanted to be at his feet, head down, naked and collared, my lips pressed to his sandals, hoping to be found acceptable, even pleasing.
Was I truly nothing but another slave to him, merely another piece of meaningless collar-meat, to be indifferently fetched from a pen, or block, by a coin? How I hated him! How I wanted his collar! Then I was afraid.
What if he were companioned? Might he buy me for his companion? Would she sense that I was his slave? How cruel she would be to me! Might he keep me to the side, in rented space, in a girl stable, to be used when convenient? Or would he want me, at all? Was I truly so inferior, such common stock? I loathed the thought of his touch.
- (Smugglers of Gor)