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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

And the slave danced, as she could, danced for fear of the whip, for fear of her life, danced for the pleasure of men, hoping to please them, hoping that they might see how beautiful and desirable she was, and would be kind to her, and then for the sudden desperation of her awakened needs, and danced as what she was, a slave. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #212)
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22 212 And the View more quotes about slave">slave danced, as she could, danced for fear of the whip, for fear of her life, danced for the pleasure of men, hoping to please them, hoping that they might see how beautiful and desirable she was, and would be kind to her, and then for the sudden desperation of her awakened needs, and danced as what she was, a slave.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

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22 209 "I want paga," said Cabot, angrily.
22 210 Peisistratus gestured to the musicians, and they touched memories of Gor, of her rivers and lakes, her trails, her valleys and mountains.
22 211 "Dance!" commanded Peisistratus.
22 212 And the slave danced, as she could, danced for fear of the whip, for fear of her life, danced for the pleasure of men, hoping to please them, hoping that they might see how beautiful and desirable she was, and would be kind to her, and then for the sudden desperation of her awakened needs, and danced as what she was, a slave.
22 213 "Enough," said Peisistratus.
22 214 The musicians put aside their instruments, and the slave had collapsed, sobbing, to the floor.
22 215 "You are right," said Peisistratus.
"I want paga," said Cabot, angrily. Peisistratus gestured to the musicians, and they touched memories of Gor, of her rivers and lakes, her trails, her valleys and mountains. "Dance!" commanded Peisistratus. And the slave danced, as she could, danced for fear of the whip, for fear of her life, danced for the pleasure of men, hoping to please them, hoping that they might see how beautiful and desirable she was, and would be kind to her, and then for the sudden desperation of her awakened needs, and danced as what she was, a slave. "Enough," said Peisistratus. The musicians put aside their instruments, and the slave had collapsed, sobbing, to the floor. "You are right," said Peisistratus. - (Kur of Gor)