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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

No longer did I fear he would touch me, but only that he might not touch me. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #494)
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52 494 No View more quotes about longer">longer did I fear he would touch me, but only that he might not touch me.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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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.
52 497 Why had that been? As the great ship prepared for its departure, Shipcamp was fired, and the buildings and stockade on the south side of the river, as well.
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. Why had that been? As the great ship prepared for its departure, Shipcamp was fired, and the buildings and stockade on the south side of the river, as well. - (Smugglers of Gor)