Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 66 | Then she was afraid, View more quotes about terribly">terribly afraid. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 63 | How could this be? Had she heard aright? She was kneeling, she, who, quite possibly, had regarded herself as the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, she who had known herself excruciatingly desired, who had taken great pleasure in leading males on, and tormenting them, and then rejecting them, was now kneeling before a male, utterly vulnerable, she now a slave, at the mercy of masters, strings of coins about her throat, and he had not cried out with pleasure at the prospect of her use, had not seized her by the hair and drawn her rudely, instantly, to the privacy of one of the small, enclosed, lamp-lit alcoves. |
| 22 | 64 | Was she lacking, was she not attractive? Was she not such that she could make men her toys? Or was it now that she was the toy, with whom men might choose to play, or not to play? She seemed uncomprehending. |
| 22 | 65 | Momentarily she was angry. |
| 22 | 66 | Then she was afraid, terribly afraid. |
| 22 | 67 | She was now a slave, and helpless. |
| 22 | 68 | What if she was not wanted? What would be done with her? Too, she now knew that her beauty, in this place, was not that unusual. |
| 22 | 69 | Here, she was but one slave amongst others. |
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How could this be? Had she heard aright? She was kneeling, she, who, quite possibly, had regarded herself as the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, she who had known herself excruciatingly desired, who had taken great pleasure in leading males on, and tormenting them, and then rejecting them, was now kneeling before a male, utterly vulnerable, she now a slave, at the mercy of masters, strings of coins about her throat, and he had not cried out with pleasure at the prospect of her use, had not seized her by the hair and drawn her rudely, instantly, to the privacy of one of the small, enclosed, lamp-lit alcoves.
Was she lacking, was she not attractive? Was she not such that she could make men her toys? Or was it now that she was the toy, with whom men might choose to play, or not to play? She seemed uncomprehending.
Momentarily she was angry.
Then she was afraid, terribly afraid.
She was now a slave, and helpless.
What if she was not wanted? What would be done with her? Too, she now knew that her beauty, in this place, was not that unusual.
Here, she was but one slave amongst others.
- (Kur of Gor)