Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 607 | They then View more quotes about carried">carried me by the arms and put me to my knees before my captor, who sat, cross-legged, by the fire. |
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Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 604 | "Kajira" and "La Kajira" are often the first words a girl of Earth, carried to Gor, must learn. |
| 3 | 605 | The women of Earth, to the mighty men of Gor, are good for little but slaves. |
| 3 | 606 | When I had cried out with anguish, bound on the inclined trunk of the white-barked tree, two men rose from near the fire and, as though they had been waiting for some such cry on my part, evidence that I now, to my horror, understood truly what I was, that I had now, in my own heart, and to my own misery, incontrovertibly acknowledged my new nature, came to the tree and, swiftly, casually, unbound me. |
| 3 | 607 | They then carried me by the arms and put me to my knees before my captor, who sat, cross-legged, by the fire. |
| 3 | 608 | I knelt, my head to the grass, a slave girl trembling before him. |
| 3 | 609 | In the camp, hitherto, my captor had confined me to degrading handouts, which he would place in my mouth, or make me reach for, kneeling, not using my hands. |
| 3 | 610 | Eta now came forward. |
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"Kajira" and "La Kajira" are often the first words a girl of Earth, carried to Gor, must learn.
The women of Earth, to the mighty men of Gor, are good for little but slaves.
When I had cried out with anguish, bound on the inclined trunk of the white-barked tree, two men rose from near the fire and, as though they had been waiting for some such cry on my part, evidence that I now, to my horror, understood truly what I was, that I had now, in my own heart, and to my own misery, incontrovertibly acknowledged my new nature, came to the tree and, swiftly, casually, unbound me.
They then carried me by the arms and put me to my knees before my captor, who sat, cross-legged, by the fire.
I knelt, my head to the grass, a slave girl trembling before him.
In the camp, hitherto, my captor had confined me to degrading handouts, which he would place in my mouth, or make me reach for, kneeling, not using my hands.
Eta now came forward.
- (Slave Girl of Gor)