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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #165)
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3 165 And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 162 How I View more quotes about hated">hated him! And yet he was the most magnificently attractive man I had ever seen.
3 163 I hoped he would let me have a scrap of the roast meat.
3 164 How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive.
3 165 And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated.
3 166 Had I not been, in effect, "his"? Was I not physically attractive to him? I knew now I was no Eta, but surely I was better than nothing.
3 167 Why had he not taken me, if only, throwing me to the grass, briefly, brutally? He had kept me under his dominance, strictly, and then, when I had obviously ached for his touch, he would turn away, not so much as glancing at me.
3 168 One night when I had laid near him, bound hand and foot, I had literally whimpered in my need, trying to put my head against him.
How I hated him! And yet he was the most magnificently attractive man I had ever seen. I hoped he would let me have a scrap of the roast meat. How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive. And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated. Had I not been, in effect, "his"? Was I not physically attractive to him? I knew now I was no Eta, but surely I was better than nothing. Why had he not taken me, if only, throwing me to the grass, briefly, brutally? He had kept me under his dominance, strictly, and then, when I had obviously ached for his touch, he would turn away, not so much as glancing at me. One night when I had laid near him, bound hand and foot, I had literally whimpered in my need, trying to put my head against him. - (Slave Girl of Gor)