Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 28 | 108 | As I View more quotes about looked">looked into the eyes of Vika I saw there the tears of relief and gratitude but I saw too the tears of another emotion, infinitely tender and vulnerable, which I could not read. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 28 | 105 | On the other hand I have never truly objected to the title because I had not been long on Gor before I understood, for some reason that is not yet altogether clear to me, that the word "Master" can indescribably thrill a girl when she finds it on her lips, now those of a slave girl, and knows that it is true. |
| 28 | 106 | Whether or not this would be the same with the girls of Earth I do not know. |
| 28 | 107 | "Very well, Cabot, my Master," said Vika. |
| 28 | 108 | As I looked into the eyes of Vika I saw there the tears of relief and gratitude but I saw too the tears of another emotion, infinitely tender and vulnerable, which I could not read. |
| 28 | 109 | She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no longer knelt quite back on her heels. |
| 28 | 110 | It was as though she begged to be allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms. |
| 28 | 111 | But as I looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals. |
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On the other hand I have never truly objected to the title because I had not been long on Gor before I understood, for some reason that is not yet altogether clear to me, that the word "Master" can indescribably thrill a girl when she finds it on her lips, now those of a slave girl, and knows that it is true.
Whether or not this would be the same with the girls of Earth I do not know.
"Very well, Cabot, my Master," said Vika.
As I looked into the eyes of Vika I saw there the tears of relief and gratitude but I saw too the tears of another emotion, infinitely tender and vulnerable, which I could not read.
She knelt in the position of the Pleasure Slave but her hands on her thighs had unconsciously, pleadingly, turned their palms to me, and she no longer knelt quite back on her heels.
It was as though she begged to be allowed to lift and open her arms and rise and come to my arms.
But as I looked upon her sternly she turned her palms again to her thighs, knelt back on her heels and dropped her head, holding her eyes as if by force of will fixed on the plastic beneath my sandals.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)