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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

Foolish slave, she thought, do you not know that you will not be permitted to hold anything back, but that you must yield wholly, and that there are infallible signs of such yieldings? She moaned, inwardly. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #494)
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16 494 View more quotes about foolish">Foolish slave, she thought, do you not know that you will not be permitted to hold anything back, but that you must yield wholly, and that there are infallible signs of such yieldings? She moaned, inwardly.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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16 491 Then she recalled the lash.
16 492 She did not wish to be beaten.
16 493 Perhaps I could hold something back, she thought.
16 494 Foolish slave, she thought, do you not know that you will not be permitted to hold anything back, but that you must yield wholly, and that there are infallible signs of such yieldings? She moaned, inwardly.
16 495 Do you wish to be tied and lashed, girl? No, she thought, I do not want to be tied and lashed! Do you wish to be slain, girl? No, she thought, I do not wish to be slain! I must strive, she thought, to see that my master is entirely pleased with me.
16 496 Indeed, I would want, and desperately, for my master to be entirely pleased with me.
16 497 Then you are a slave, aren't you, she said to herself, no more than a slave.
Then she recalled the lash. She did not wish to be beaten. Perhaps I could hold something back, she thought. Foolish slave, she thought, do you not know that you will not be permitted to hold anything back, but that you must yield wholly, and that there are infallible signs of such yieldings? She moaned, inwardly. Do you wish to be tied and lashed, girl? No, she thought, I do not want to be tied and lashed! Do you wish to be slain, girl? No, she thought, I do not wish to be slain! I must strive, she thought, to see that my master is entirely pleased with me. Indeed, I would want, and desperately, for my master to be entirely pleased with me. Then you are a slave, aren't you, she said to herself, no more than a slave. - (Prize of Gor)