Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 52 | 493 | In the View more quotes about return">return to Shipcamp he had well revenged himself on me for the indignities to which I had subjected him, and had soon, in his vengeance, stirred my slave fires almost to the point of madness. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 52 | 490 | My captor had accompanied Master Axel, he said, for sport, but did not accompany him back to Shipcamp. |
| 52 | 491 | Rather, as I had again fled, distressed and frightened, for I had richly humiliated him in his helplessness, not anticipating that he would soon be free to deal with me, he followed me in the forest. |
| 52 | 492 | Was that for sport, or vengeance? In any event I was soon captured, to be returned to Shipcamp and my masters, the Pani. |
| 52 | 493 | In the return to Shipcamp he had well revenged himself on me for the indignities to which I had subjected him, and had soon, in his vengeance, stirred my slave fires almost to the point of madness. |
| 52 | 494 | No longer did I fear he would touch me, but only that he might not touch me. |
| 52 | 495 | How I wanted to hate him, who was so uncaring and cruel, but I soon hoped for permission to lick and kiss his feet. |
| 52 | 496 | Returned to Shipcamp, I had been placed in the stockade, a facility of maximum security. |
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My captor had accompanied Master Axel, he said, for sport, but did not accompany him back to Shipcamp.
Rather, as I had again fled, distressed and frightened, for I had richly humiliated him in his helplessness, not anticipating that he would soon be free to deal with me, he followed me in the forest.
Was that for sport, or vengeance? In any event I was soon captured, to be returned to Shipcamp and my masters, the Pani.
In the return to Shipcamp he had well revenged himself on me for the indignities to which I had subjected him, and had soon, in his vengeance, stirred my slave fires almost to the point of madness.
No longer did I fear he would touch me, but only that he might not touch me.
How I wanted to hate him, who was so uncaring and cruel, but I soon hoped for permission to lick and kiss his feet.
Returned to Shipcamp, I had been placed in the stockade, a facility of maximum security.
- (Smugglers of Gor)