Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 21 | Who can View more quotes about understand">understand the motivations of men, of oneself? I was angry with her, she no more than another marked collar slut. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 18 | Why should I be interested in them? Surely it was a foolishness. |
| 8 | 19 | I recalled her lot number had been 119, not that it mattered. |
| 8 | 20 | She was a slave. |
| 8 | 21 | Who can understand the motivations of men, of oneself? I was angry with her, she no more than another marked collar slut. |
| 8 | 22 | Still she had looked well at my feet in the warehouse. |
| 8 | 23 | Were her bound curves that different from those of other helplessly trussed beauties? What had been in her eyes, as she had looked up at me? She did not even recognize me, I who had brought her to rope and iron! How uncertain she had been, how trembling and frightened, and dismayed, on the block, naked, routinely turned about, presented for the perusal of buyers. |
| 8 | 24 | I recalled the first time I had seen her, in her quaint, concealing, barbarous garments, and how our eyes had met, and her eyes had widened, and her lips parted, and it seemed she might fall, and she was so frightened, was so much like a startled, wide-eyed, helpless tabuk doe finding herself beneath the gaze of a lari. |
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Why should I be interested in them? Surely it was a foolishness.
I recalled her lot number had been 119, not that it mattered.
She was a slave.
Who can understand the motivations of men, of oneself? I was angry with her, she no more than another marked collar slut.
Still she had looked well at my feet in the warehouse.
Were her bound curves that different from those of other helplessly trussed beauties? What had been in her eyes, as she had looked up at me? She did not even recognize me, I who had brought her to rope and iron! How uncertain she had been, how trembling and frightened, and dismayed, on the block, naked, routinely turned about, presented for the perusal of buyers.
I recalled the first time I had seen her, in her quaint, concealing, barbarous garments, and how our eyes had met, and her eyes had widened, and her lips parted, and it seemed she might fall, and she was so frightened, was so much like a startled, wide-eyed, helpless tabuk doe finding herself beneath the gaze of a lari.
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