Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 50 | 145 | I View more quotes about hoped">hoped my captor wanted me. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 50 | 142 | The pleasure gardens of Ubars and high merchants might house innumerable slaves, even slaves purchased by agents, slaves of whom their masters might not even be aware. |
| 50 | 143 | I had heard of a Mintar of Ar who owned more than a thousand slaves, though most were chained in his mills. |
| 50 | 144 | There were city slaves, too, of course, in the high cities, in their brief gray tunics and gray metal collars. |
| 50 | 145 | I hoped my captor wanted me. |
| 50 | 146 | How I would strive to please him, in all the ways of the meaningless, abject slave! How I longed to be the single slave of a private master! I did not think it could be borne, that I might share my master with another. |
| 50 | 147 | I trusted that lovely Asperiche would not be the cause of bloodshed between Master Axel and my captor. |
| 50 | 148 | It is strange, I thought, how Gorean masters, before whom we are negligible, at whose feet we are nothing, who hold us in the lofty contempt of a free person, will kill for us. |
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The pleasure gardens of Ubars and high merchants might house innumerable slaves, even slaves purchased by agents, slaves of whom their masters might not even be aware.
I had heard of a Mintar of Ar who owned more than a thousand slaves, though most were chained in his mills.
There were city slaves, too, of course, in the high cities, in their brief gray tunics and gray metal collars.
I hoped my captor wanted me.
How I would strive to please him, in all the ways of the meaningless, abject slave! How I longed to be the single slave of a private master! I did not think it could be borne, that I might share my master with another.
I trusted that lovely Asperiche would not be the cause of bloodshed between Master Axel and my captor.
It is strange, I thought, how Gorean masters, before whom we are negligible, at whose feet we are nothing, who hold us in the lofty contempt of a free person, will kill for us.
- (Smugglers of Gor)