Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 2392 | How weak we are, how View more quotes about small">small we are! Nature has decreed who is master! "Next," said the officer. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 2389 | "Yes, Master!" Her head and hair went into the wet grass. |
| 27 | 2390 | She felt herself seized. |
| 27 | 2391 | How powerful are the hands of men, she thought. |
| 27 | 2392 | How weak we are, how small we are! Nature has decreed who is master! "Next," said the officer. |
| 27 | 2393 | "On your belly, split your legs". |
| 27 | 2394 | "Yes, Master!" "Next". |
| 27 | 2395 | "To your back, slave!" "Yes, Master!" The last to use her, when he had regained his feet, kicked her with the side of his bootlike sandal, more a gesture of contempt than anything else. |
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"Yes, Master!" Her head and hair went into the wet grass.
She felt herself seized.
How powerful are the hands of men, she thought.
How weak we are, how small we are! Nature has decreed who is master! "Next," said the officer.
"On your belly, split your legs".
"Yes, Master!" "Next".
"To your back, slave!" "Yes, Master!" The last to use her, when he had regained his feet, kicked her with the side of his bootlike sandal, more a gesture of contempt than anything else.
- (Prize of Gor)