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

Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #516)
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16 516 View more quotes about perhaps">Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave.

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

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16 513 Mercifully the sun was lower now, and, although the shelf was still in full sunlight, the sun should, in a few minutes, descend behind the building across the square.
16 514 She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master.
16 515 Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not.
16 516 Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave.
16 517 How cruel the Masters, she thought.
16 518 How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd.
16 519 It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold.
Mercifully the sun was lower now, and, although the shelf was still in full sunlight, the sun should, in a few minutes, descend behind the building across the square. She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master. Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not. Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave. How cruel the Masters, she thought. How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd. It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold. - (Prize of Gor)