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Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)

Were they discussing us? Were they commenting on us? Might I, or some of the others, be being spoken of, in particular? Were they consulting records, were they checking off items on a list, or perhaps making entries? We knelt, becoming more and more sensitive to our position, absorbing more and more deeply into our very beings and bellies its nature. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #349)
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4 349 Were they discussing us? Were they commenting on us? View more quotes about might">Might I, or some of the others, be being spoken of, in particular? Were they consulting records, were they checking off items on a list, or perhaps making entries? We knelt, becoming more and more sensitive to our position, absorbing more and more deeply into our very beings and bellies its nature.

Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 346 Had someone so much as touched me with the tip of his finger I think I might have screamed.
4 347 But there are various positions, kneeling and otherwise, and each has many significances.
4 348 Why were we now kneeling here, unattended to? Had we been forgotten? Must we wait, as though we might be nothing? I could hear the men speaking.
4 349 Were they discussing us? Were they commenting on us? Might I, or some of the others, be being spoken of, in particular? Were they consulting records, were they checking off items on a list, or perhaps making entries? We knelt, becoming more and more sensitive to our position, absorbing more and more deeply into our very beings and bellies its nature.
4 350 We knelt, chained, unclothed, fastened together by the neck, in a primitive corridor, heavy doors to the sides, doors to damp, straw-strewn cells or kennels, from which we had been removed.
4 351 We knelt, forbidden to look up, forbidden to speak.
4 352 We waited.
Had someone so much as touched me with the tip of his finger I think I might have screamed. But there are various positions, kneeling and otherwise, and each has many significances. Why were we now kneeling here, unattended to? Had we been forgotten? Must we wait, as though we might be nothing? I could hear the men speaking. Were they discussing us? Were they commenting on us? Might I, or some of the others, be being spoken of, in particular? Were they consulting records, were they checking off items on a list, or perhaps making entries? We knelt, becoming more and more sensitive to our position, absorbing more and more deeply into our very beings and bellies its nature. We knelt, chained, unclothed, fastened together by the neck, in a primitive corridor, heavy doors to the sides, doors to damp, straw-strewn cells or kennels, from which we had been removed. We knelt, forbidden to look up, forbidden to speak. We waited. - (Witness of Gor)