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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

And then I had found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 41, Sentence #63)
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41 63 And then I had View more quotes about found">found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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41 60 Some men were, why not he? It would be pleasant to make him suffer.
41 61 How long ago it seemed that he had first looked upon me! At that time I did not even know that there was a world, Gor.
41 62 I had, of course, heard rumors of such a world, but who had not? But, of course, it did not exist.
41 63 And then I had found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me.
41 64 How I would make him suffer! I submerged my head in the water and lifted it up, almost immediately.
41 65 I thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river.
41 66 How I hated him! I wondered if he were watching, from the shore, if he saw me, as I was now.
Some men were, why not he? It would be pleasant to make him suffer. How long ago it seemed that he had first looked upon me! At that time I did not even know that there was a world, Gor. I had, of course, heard rumors of such a world, but who had not? But, of course, it did not exist. And then I had found myself on a slave block, under torches, naked, being vended in Brundisium! I wished he was watching me. How I would make him suffer! I submerged my head in the water and lifted it up, almost immediately. I thrust my wet hair back about my head, and, keeping my hands behind my head, put my head far back, and lifted it to the late-afternoon sky, my back arched, the water streaming from my body, sparkling in its droplets falling to the river. How I hated him! I wondered if he were watching, from the shore, if he saw me, as I was now. - (Smugglers of Gor)