Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 412 | How could he View more quotes about permit">permit this? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, the preceding night, taken my virginity from me? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, for long hours, pleasured himself with my body? Did it mean nothing to him that he had won me, that I had yielded to him, that I had surrendered myself, totally, to him? That vulnerably I had been fully his? I tried to take a step toward him. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 4 | 409 | With anger, with misery, I regarded him. |
| 4 | 410 | The warrior took my hands behind my back and there, with a bit of black leather, fastened them together. |
| 4 | 411 | The rows of bells on my wrists jangled as my hands were pulled behind my back and fastened there, wrist to wrist, lashed. |
| 4 | 412 | How could he permit this? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, the preceding night, taken my virginity from me? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, for long hours, pleasured himself with my body? Did it mean nothing to him that he had won me, that I had yielded to him, that I had surrendered myself, totally, to him? That vulnerably I had been fully his? I tried to take a step toward him. |
| 4 | 413 | The bells on my body, and those tied about my ankles, jangled. |
| 4 | 414 | I could not move toward him, for the warrior's hand on my arm held me. |
| 4 | 415 | I looked at my master with anguish. |
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With anger, with misery, I regarded him.
The warrior took my hands behind my back and there, with a bit of black leather, fastened them together.
The rows of bells on my wrists jangled as my hands were pulled behind my back and fastened there, wrist to wrist, lashed.
How could he permit this? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, the preceding night, taken my virginity from me? Did it mean nothing to him that he had, for long hours, pleasured himself with my body? Did it mean nothing to him that he had won me, that I had yielded to him, that I had surrendered myself, totally, to him? That vulnerably I had been fully his? I tried to take a step toward him.
The bells on my body, and those tied about my ankles, jangled.
I could not move toward him, for the warrior's hand on my arm held me.
I looked at my master with anguish.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)