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

And masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #295)
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8 295 And View more quotes about masters">masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves.

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

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8 292 I was smaller, weaker, more delicate, sensitive.
8 293 I was afraid of them, and I did not think they would care much for me.
8 294 I did not doubt but what they would be cruel to me.
8 295 And masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves.
8 296 And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel.
8 297 That is not like lying lovingly in an ankle ring, or collar, at the foot of a beloved master's couch.
8 298 And what could one hope for? Perhaps at best to be slept at night in a hut, shackled, hand and foot, on a coarse mat? Surely I did not belong in a peasant village! I was not that sort of slave! Surely I was more the sort who should be an urban slave, lovely in a silken tunic, attracting the attention of strangers in the streets, one perhaps even permitted sandals.
I was smaller, weaker, more delicate, sensitive. I was afraid of them, and I did not think they would care much for me. I did not doubt but what they would be cruel to me. And masters, I knew, tended to take little notice of the altercations, or squabbles, of slaves. And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel. That is not like lying lovingly in an ankle ring, or collar, at the foot of a beloved master's couch. And what could one hope for? Perhaps at best to be slept at night in a hut, shackled, hand and foot, on a coarse mat? Surely I did not belong in a peasant village! I was not that sort of slave! Surely I was more the sort who should be an urban slave, lovely in a silken tunic, attracting the attention of strangers in the streets, one perhaps even permitted sandals. - (Slave Girl of Gor)