Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 15 | 187 | And most of all was I thrilled to witness the View more quotes about return">return of their leader, the mighty, laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 15 | 184 | Many of the girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes. |
| 15 | 185 | I did not betray such emotion, but I, too, found myself eager, almost uncontrollably excited, to witness the return of the warriors. |
| 15 | 186 | How fine they were, such magnificent males! I hated them, of course, but, too, I, like the others, most eagerly anticipated their return. |
| 15 | 187 | And most of all was I thrilled to witness the return of their leader, the mighty, laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was. |
| 15 | 188 | How pleased I was to see him bring back yet another girl, bound across his saddle, a new prize. |
| 15 | 189 | How skeptically, and eagerly, with the other girls, I would silently appraise her, comparing her, always unfavorably, on some ground or another, with myself. |
| 15 | 190 | Once Rask of Treve, from the saddle, looked directly at me, finding me among the mere work slaves, in their work tunics. |
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Many of the girls would be laughing and waving, leaping up and down, and standing on their tiptoes.
I did not betray such emotion, but I, too, found myself eager, almost uncontrollably excited, to witness the return of the warriors.
How fine they were, such magnificent males! I hated them, of course, but, too, I, like the others, most eagerly anticipated their return.
And most of all was I thrilled to witness the return of their leader, the mighty, laughing Rask of Treve, whose very capture loop I had felt on my own body, whose collar I wore, whose I was.
How pleased I was to see him bring back yet another girl, bound across his saddle, a new prize.
How skeptically, and eagerly, with the other girls, I would silently appraise her, comparing her, always unfavorably, on some ground or another, with myself.
Once Rask of Treve, from the saddle, looked directly at me, finding me among the mere work slaves, in their work tunics.
- (Captive of Gor)