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

I did not respond to my captor. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #203)
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50 203 I did not View more quotes about respond">respond to my captor.

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

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50 200 After all, chained or not, there is no escape for the slave.
50 201 But seeing her so helplessly confined, and so vulnerable, pleases the male, who naturally relishes having so beautiful and desirable a beast before him, at his mercy.
50 202 And, too, of course, it has its psychological effect on the female, making it absolutely clear to her that she is a slave, wholly and helplessly at the mercy of masters, as she wishes to be".
50 203 I did not respond to my captor.
50 204 He need not know how sexually stimulatory to me was the leash in which I found myself, proclaiming me a leashed animal, the slave bracelets which confined my hands behind my back, the weight of chains that I had occasionally worn, even the chain on my ankle in the kennel.
50 205 How I was stimulated by the bars of a cage, by ropes on my body, by the commands of a master, by the lightness and brevity of a tunic, by my nudity! And my bondage itself, the very condition itself, as I had anticipated even on my former world, that I would be owned and must obey, was a joy to me.
50 206 How I then pitied free women, and began to understand why they hated us so.
After all, chained or not, there is no escape for the slave. But seeing her so helplessly confined, and so vulnerable, pleases the male, who naturally relishes having so beautiful and desirable a beast before him, at his mercy. And, too, of course, it has its psychological effect on the female, making it absolutely clear to her that she is a slave, wholly and helplessly at the mercy of masters, as she wishes to be". I did not respond to my captor. He need not know how sexually stimulatory to me was the leash in which I found myself, proclaiming me a leashed animal, the slave bracelets which confined my hands behind my back, the weight of chains that I had occasionally worn, even the chain on my ankle in the kennel. How I was stimulated by the bars of a cage, by ropes on my body, by the commands of a master, by the lightness and brevity of a tunic, by my nudity! And my bondage itself, the very condition itself, as I had anticipated even on my former world, that I would be owned and must obey, was a joy to me. How I then pitied free women, and began to understand why they hated us so. - (Smugglers of Gor)