Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 115 | She had been the View more quotes about lofty">lofty Lady Flavia of Ar, confidante of the Ubara herself. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 112 | She had been purchased in Brundisium as no more than another slave. |
| 24 | 113 | Too, of what value is a coin which cannot be spent? In any event, I was ashore, and much pleased that the slave, Alcinoë, was also ashore, and, obviously, for the time, at least, would be easy to keep track of. |
| 24 | 114 | Her left wrist was held, while the shackle was snapped about it. |
| 24 | 115 | She had been the lofty Lady Flavia of Ar, confidante of the Ubara herself. |
| 24 | 116 | Now, no more than five yards from me, now almost indistinguishable amongst other goods, she was no more than a tunicked, barefoot, wrist-shackled slave at the World's End. |
| 24 | 117 | This pleased me. |
| 24 | 118 | Might it not be nice to caress her, until her body reddened and throbbed and her hips and haunches shook and she begged to serve my pleasure? I thought of her squirming, begging, in my arms, helpless in the spasmodic, uncontrollable throes of a slave. |
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She had been purchased in Brundisium as no more than another slave.
Too, of what value is a coin which cannot be spent? In any event, I was ashore, and much pleased that the slave, Alcinoë, was also ashore, and, obviously, for the time, at least, would be easy to keep track of.
Her left wrist was held, while the shackle was snapped about it.
She had been the lofty Lady Flavia of Ar, confidante of the Ubara herself.
Now, no more than five yards from me, now almost indistinguishable amongst other goods, she was no more than a tunicked, barefoot, wrist-shackled slave at the World's End.
This pleased me.
Might it not be nice to caress her, until her body reddened and throbbed and her hips and haunches shook and she begged to serve my pleasure? I thought of her squirming, begging, in my arms, helpless in the spasmodic, uncontrollable throes of a slave.
- (Mariners of Gor)