Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 167 | Why had he not View more quotes about taken">taken me, if only, throwing me to the grass, briefly, brutally? He had kept me under his dominance, strictly, and then, when I had obviously ached for his touch, he would turn away, not so much as glancing at me. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 164 | How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive. |
| 3 | 165 | And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated. |
| 3 | 166 | Had I not been, in effect, "his"? Was I not physically attractive to him? I knew now I was no Eta, but surely I was better than nothing. |
| 3 | 167 | Why had he not taken me, if only, throwing me to the grass, briefly, brutally? He had kept me under his dominance, strictly, and then, when I had obviously ached for his touch, he would turn away, not so much as glancing at me. |
| 3 | 168 | One night when I had laid near him, bound hand and foot, I had literally whimpered in my need, trying to put my head against him. |
| 3 | 169 | He had put wadding in my mouth, and lashed it in with binding, gagging me, then pushed me from his side that he might sleep. |
| 3 | 170 | I slept little that night, rolling and squirming with misery. |
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How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive.
And yet, too, how angry I had grown, so amorous, so weak, so frustrated.
Had I not been, in effect, "his"? Was I not physically attractive to him? I knew now I was no Eta, but surely I was better than nothing.
Why had he not taken me, if only, throwing me to the grass, briefly, brutally? He had kept me under his dominance, strictly, and then, when I had obviously ached for his touch, he would turn away, not so much as glancing at me.
One night when I had laid near him, bound hand and foot, I had literally whimpered in my need, trying to put my head against him.
He had put wadding in my mouth, and lashed it in with binding, gagging me, then pushed me from his side that he might sleep.
I slept little that night, rolling and squirming with misery.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)